Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
AIDEN
I scream but a hand covers my mouth before the sound can ring through my bedroom.
I don’t dare move, wondering if this is another nightmare I’ll wake up from, a memory from long ago that’s come back to haunt me. If I just stay very still, I’ll be alright. I’ll?—
“Scream again and I’ll cut your tongue out and feed it to you.”
No, this isn’t a nightmare. The pinch of pain as a hand roughly slaps my cheek startles me completely awake. This is real. I’m in my room and someone is in here with me, threatening me, and my instincts force me to stay very still.
My head is shoved into my pillow making it hard to breathe, almost suffocating me. I gasp, inhaling nothing but cotton, when I finally start to squirm. But I can’t move. There’s a large body on me, something heavy trapping my legs against the bed, a hard hand on the back of my neck.
What should I do? I should be panicking, right? Fighting back? Screaming regardless of the threat, hoping one of my neighbors will hear me?
I let out a yelp of pain when my attacker presses hard enough on the back of my neck to cause my vision to blur. An almost feral growl rips out of his mouth at the noise.
“Fuck,” he moans, rubbing himself against my ass, the hard outline of a cock pressing in between my boxer-covered cheeks.
No. Not again.
Please .
“S-Stop,” I stutter out, managing to turn my head to the side when the stranger lets go of my neck to pull my boxers down. “Please…”
I catch a glimpse of his face and I gasp. It’s masked, a simple plain black one with tiny slits in the eyes and nothing else. It shouldn’t be as intimidating as it is, there’s no wicked pattern or creepy makeup on him. Just darkness, which I think is the real terror. An endless void that conjures up images I’d rather forget. The black lets my mind wander, replacing that emotionless face with those I’d wish I’d forget.
“Don’t—Ah!” I yell out when his free hand comes down hard on my ass, the sting resonating through my entire body.
“Aiden Walker,” he murmurs, rubbing his mask against the side of my cheek. “Pretty.”
I suck in a sharp breath. He knows my name. This isn’t some random attack. This is… This must have been planned. I can’t believe that this is happening to me. Again . I live an ordinary life, I’ve never hurt anyone, and I don’t deserve this.
“It’s our little secret.”
I start to cry, fat tears streaming down my cheek as I feel a fleshy cock press against my ass, shoving its way between my crease.
“ Yessssss ,” the man hisses, dropping his forehead against the back of my head. “My little lamb.” He brings his free hand in front of my mouth. “Spit.”
I shake my head. I can’t. I can’t do anything. I?—
He slaps my cheek until my jaw drops and sticks his fingers in my mouth, fucking the inside of my cheek, fingers pushing until he triggers my gag reflex and nearly makes me throw up. He takes those same fingers and rubs them against my hole, pressing his stiff head against me, but not breaching me.
“Hate this,” he mumbles, fucking my ass cheeks roughly, pounding into me like his life depends on it. “Hate you, little lamb. Hate you, Aiden Walker. Fuck, don’t want to stop.”
I’m barely coherent at this point. I’m thinking of anything else, everything I can imagine. My knitting, the sunlight in the park, cookies and pies. But the man won’t let me wander. He keeps speaking to me, whispering things in my ear that should drive me mad. The longer he speaks, however, a different sensation takes hold.
Why do his rough hands feel soft? They dig into my skin painfully, but I can almost sense restraint in his tight body. Still, I can’t let my thoughts stray. He’s… He’s assaulting me right now. That’s what this is. It’s?—
“Don’t cry, Aiden.”
“Hey, hey. Everything is okay.”
“It’s our little secret.”
Snot pours down my nose as the man’s grunts fill the room, each one rougher and hungrier than the one before. I start to whimper and this just urges him on even more.
“More,” he commands, digging his fingers into my hair and yanking until a few strands come out. “Cry for me.”
I do. I sob and shake and can’t take it anymore. Please, just let this be over. Please, just let this be a nightmare. Please, don’t let this be happening again.
But it is. The stranger groans one final time, slapping my ass until I’m sure it’s red, before something warm trickles down my hole and in between my thighs. He slumps down on top of me, a finger migrating toward my crease, and I cry out when the tip of it enters me. He swirls it around, almost like he’s exploring, before bringing that same digit up to my lips. “Taste me.”
“N-No,” I sniffle, my body feeling unlike my own. Dirty and tainted. Again.
Again and again and again.
“It’s our little secret.”
He pinches my cheeks until my mouth pops open and shoves his fingers into my mouth. I whimper when the first taste of his cum hits my tongue. It triggers something within me, my gag reflex finally comes to life, as I throw up bile all over my pillow. He presses my face against it, chuckling, and he grows hard again. He spreads my vomit on my cheek, plays with it between his fingers, and I swear I’m not imagining the way he lifts his mask just a tad to taste it.
“Do you feel me, little lamb?” he coos, nuzzling my cheek. “We’re part of each other now.”
I don’t understand what he’s saying. Who the fuck is this little lamb? What did I do to deserve this? I feel something like leather brush against my ear, something that crunches as he moves and tips his head. This needs to end?—
NO!
FUCK YES!
MORE!
I only panic at those thoughts. Too many thoughts running through my head. I can’t keep them straight. They’re… Please, no.
“Feel me,” he commands, grinding his entire body on mine, nearly thrumming with something I can’t place. “Aiden, Aiden, Aiden.”
“Are… Are you done?” I whisper quietly, not knowing what I should do. “I…”
“You’re mine,” he says roughly, lifting his mask where I can’t see his face but I can feel his tongue run up my cheek. “Wherever you look into the dark, I’ll be there. Be right there. Always with you, little lamb.”
And then suddenly, the weight of him is gone. I remain frozen in a puddle of cum and vomit, shaking as I wonder when I can move. What if he’s still here? What if he’s just recharging for part two? What if he does something else I won’t be able to take?
“You’re so special, Aiden.”
Snot drips down into my mouth as I shudder, hugging the pillow against me. This has to be a dream. I’ll wake up soon, I just know it.
It must be hours after when I finally look up, only when a sliver of sunlight pours into my room, for me to confirm that he’s gone. The stranger that may not exist. The?—
Fuck yes.
YES.
MORE.
No… I’m going crazy. That’s what this is. The thoughts, the darkness, the things I battle against made me see things that couldn’t have been real. It wasn’t real. It was just a nightmare. But then why do I wake up with a cum-covered ass and vomit-coated cheek?
I take a deep breath, digging my fingers into my pillow as I close my eyes. Knitting, sunlight, the park, my favorite tree, Zeus…
I smile, laughing, rolling onto my back as the chuckles wrack through me. You know, if you smile, things get so much better. A smile a day takes the depressy thoughts away.
So, I stand up, looking with disinterest at the bed. I shower, going through my routine with a skip in my step.
Because it was just a dream.