Fifteen
My heartbeat picks up at the sight of Grubs, but I tell myself I only need to stall him for one hour.
Sixty minutes.
Two sets of half-hour blocks.
Four fifteen-minute sections.
That seems more manageable.
I can do this.
Grubs sees himself as a nice guy. That means he’ll be easy to manipulate. I just need to stroke his ego, then get him to do some foreplay without the V. The idea of faking moans with his head between my legs twists my stomach, but I only have to endure this for one hour.
Four fifteen-minute blocks.
For a split second, I think about screaming. If the others like their beauty sleep, they might beat the shit out of Grubs for interrupting it. But there’s too big of a risk that Sadist just decides to join in. There won’t be any talking with him, no foreplay. And if he beats me unconscious or just breaks a few bones, then I might struggle to walk out of here on my own. If someone has to carry me, it’ll fuck us both over.
So I keep my mouth shut until Grubs gets close enough to hear me whisper, a pink vial in his hand. Then I plaster on the smile I use for seducing targets.
“I was hoping you would come visit me before the others woke up,”
I say as I look him up and down. “The way you fucked me yesterday has me so desperate to feel your cock again.”
He stumbles a step, his eyes widening. Then his surprise quickly gives way to a puffed out chest and cocky grin.
“I like your cock so much better than the others. You actually know how to use your big, bad boy.”
I glance down at the small tent in his underwear. I’m laying it on too thick for most people, but “nice guys” are egotistical narcissists. He eats it all up with hungry eyes.
“Can I feel your tongue and fingers today?”
His eyes light up as he hurries the rest of the way over to me. “Of course, princess. You can play with Daddy’s cock today with your mouth too, and I can play with your pussy.”
His words almost slap me out of my fake persona, but I hold onto it like a fucking professional.
Taking his directional cues, I say, “Thank you, Daddy.”
I arch my back a little and lift my hips. “I’ve been dreaming about you all night.”
“So have I,”
he says as he reaches out to cup my breasts.
“Tell me what you’ve been dreaming about doing to me,”
I say as I bite my lip.
He stands between my legs, his eyes roaming across my body. “I was thinking about sucking on your tits for hours.”
“Oh, please do it, Daddy.”
I arch my back, hoping like hel that’s all he does until Varius gets here. I’ll never be able to get clean of his touch, but at least I will be able to live with myself.
Leaning down, he takes my breast into his mouth. He sucks on me like he’s a fucking vacuum. I don’t think he’s ever made a girl come in his life. Still, I start to moan. “Oh gods, Daddy. Thank you. You’re so good to me.”
He likes me thanking him. Likes me calling him Daddy. If I can get him to come in his pants, he’ll need a while to recover. Perhaps an entire fifteen-minute block…
He places the vial of V down on the table, not far from my elbow, then starts to grope me with both hands. I turn my head towards the pink potion, wondering if I can knock it off “by accident.”
Will that draw attention to it, or will I get away with it?
Deciding to hide it under me so he’ll have to spend some time looking for it, I reach for it with my left hand. Fuck. He has placed it somewhere I can’t quite get. Gritting my teeth, I strain against my binds while he’s distracted by my chest. The leather cuts into my skin. My hand bends so far around it hurts. My fingers flick back and forth as I almost manage to –
Feeling his head start to lift, I slap my other hand over the back of it and hold him to me as I curl my fingers into his hair. “Keep sucking on my tits,”
I moan as I arch my back, pushing myself into him.
Maybe if I can rock the table a little, I can reach it…
No.
I don’t want to make enough noise to wake the others.
“Oh gods, your tongue feels so good on my tits, Daddy. You’re going to make me come.”
I wriggle beneath him as I increase my moans. He starts to suck on my nipples faster. His technique somehow gets even worse. His teeth scrape across me a couple of times, but I finally manage to grab the damn vial.
Moving quickly, I lift my head up, place the V between my shoulder blades, and then lie back down. I suffer three minutes of his gnawing before I fake an orgasm. I go all out, making him feel like a man, stroking his ego.
I grip his hair hard. Hard enough to pull a few strands loose so I can give them to Khalid in case I don’t get to kill him before I escape.
“Thank you, Daddy,”
I say as I glance at the windows of the gym. Does the sky look lighter now? Either way, that has to have been fifteen minutes. Just three more blocks to go…
“I love making you feel good, princess. I’m going to eat your pussy now,”
Grubs says as he peppers my chest with kisses. “Daddy’s going to make you come so hard.” He licks me down to my navel.
“Wait,”
I blurt, trying to think of a way of stopping him when I’m supposed to be into all this. He’s going too fast if that was his idea of ‘hours’ of nipple play.
“Can you get the V?”
I say. “I think I knocked it off the table.”
“I don’t need that to make you feel good.”
“But then you can shift, and you have such a big tongue as a werewolf. You don’t want to hurt me though, do you Daddy? I thought I was being such a good girl.”
He stills, and I wonder if he’s quick enough to realize he doesn’t need the V if he’s just licking me. Or if he’s just so caught up in the moment, he’s not thinking things through and just associates werewolf + human = needs V to not hurt them.
“I want to feel your long, wet tongue in my pussy,”
I say, trying to keep him from thinking straight. “You will be able to lick me in places no one’s ever touched me before. Don’t you want to be my first?”
The idea of virginity is like catnip to “nice guys.”
They act like they are such gentlemen, when in fact, they’re the most judgmental, women-hating assholes out there – which comes to light as soon as you do something they don’t like.
So if I can piss him off by getting him to look for the vial I’ve hidden, he might forget to ‘care for me’ at all and just straight up rape me. At least then, I won’t be high on V.
“Okay. Because you’re being such a good girl. Just wait here. Daddy’ll be right back.”
I smile at him as he hurries away, bending over at the waist as he scours the floor for the sex potion. He looks for less than ten fucking seconds before he’s back between my legs, shoving his underwear down, and pulling out his cock.
“What are you –”
He shoves into me, and I grit my teeth from the pain. The “foreplay”
with my nipples did nothing to prepare me.
“I’m sorry, princess,”
he grunts as he grabs my hips and rams into me like an animal. “Daddy couldn’t wait. I kept thinking about how good you feel, and I just had to get back to you. You understand, don’t you? You forgive me?”
I ball my hands into fists as he tears apart my vagina.
“Of course, Daddy,”
I grit out as I arch my back, a new plan forming in my fucking mind. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to kiss me too. Will you kiss me? Show me I’ve been a good –”
His lips crush mine. My stomach lurches up my throat as I force myself to part my lips. He is so far gone, he clearly isn’t thinking about what I did to Eduardo’s nose. He shoves his tongue into my mouth without any hesitation, and I kiss him back, straining against my binds as I moan beneath him.
“I need to touch you, Daddy,”
I rasp against his mouth. “Untie my hands.”
“I can’t,”
he pants as he kisses my neck.
“Just one,”
I plead. “Please? I want to cup your balls as you fuck me.”
He groans as he shudders and falls on top of me. I pray the asshole hasn’t just come. Let one fucking thing go my way right now.
“Okay,”
he says as he kisses my lips. He starts thrusting into me again. “But I’ll have to tie you back up afterwards.”
“Of course,”
I say breathlessly.
He leans back enough to undo the strap on my right arm. As much as I want to clock him in the face, I thread my fingers into his hair and pull him back to me. My heartbeat is utterly calm as I slip into the mindset of an assassin.
I trail my lips down his throat while my free hand slips between our bodies.
He moans.
I kiss his neck, right below his jaw.
Then just as my fingers graze his hips, I bite down hard and rip out his carotid.
He falls against me, gasping and in shock but not dead. I have sixty seconds to torture him before he passes out. Two more minutes after that until he dies.
As blood squirts all over the place, drenching me and the table, I spit out the chunk of his throat. His dick slides out of me, then the rest of him starts to fall off the table. I squeeze him with my thighs before he can thump against the floor.
Weaving my hand under him, I undo the buckle holding down my other arm. Then I slowly lower him to the ground and untie my feet.
Sliding off the table, I don’t turn for the door. There’s no point running. I don’t know the building, and they can just hunt me down by smell. Given I’m covered in Grubs’ blood, I’ll be easy to find, and that might make it harder for Varius to rescue me.
Besides, I want to make him suffer in his final moments. I really want to take hours with him and make him scream, make him hurt.
But only an idiot drags out a death when they’re low on time. It’s right up there with monologuing as a villain or not killing the hostage after you get busted.
I have forty-ish seconds left.
Crouching over his body, I grab hold of his testicles and twist them over and over again to remove the elasticity from the area. Planting a foot on his pubes, I jerk to my feet with a hard yank. His ballsack rips free with a satisfying noise that I will remember every night in my dreams.
He stares up at me, pain and terror in his eyes. They’re glassy; he doesn’t have long.
But I will be the last thing he sees.
Shoving my fingers into his eye sockets, I scoop both of them out. There’s a split second of resistance as the bundle of nerves at the back of them pull tight.
Then they’re snapping free, and I’m crouching back over his groin, tying his eyes together, and looping them around his pathetic cock.
His testicles, I pop into his eye sockets so he can know just what an utter fucking ballsack he is.
I do not wait with him as he dies. He doesn’t deserve my company.
Instead, having realized it’d be suspicious if I didn’t run, that it might warn them Varius is about to attack, I head for the door.
Slipping out into the hall, I come face to face with Zita as she was about to enter.
“I told you they have a soul doll of her,”
she says, talking over her shoulder to Antonio, “and they’re coordinating her escape.”
You backstabbing bitch.