Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
H is hot breath beats and fans against my throat. He is still covering my eyes as his mouth comes nearer. I feel surrounded by him. His hard body wraps me.
Panic bubbles inside me. He sniffs, drawing long, slow breaths. I taste his breath, dark with a musky trace like whiskey, as his mouth hovers, waits, so very close over mine. With the panic, dark, evil thrills splash through me.
My lips tremble. I feel the heat of his mouth as it shapes to meet mine.
Off balance, I’m forced to grip the counter with both hands. I’m pressed back hard against the edge of the cold marble counter. It pushes cold into my back. A reflex makes me twist and stretch, to get higher. Make it less painful against my pelvis.
The waiting is making me mad. I want to lash out and kick, to rage and shake the tension through my limbs. I want to beat him with my fists. To make him stop and let me go free.
When I balance, quivering inside, I get my hands free and push against him. But my strength wants to go the other way. To full him harder to me. To make the pressure, the friction hotter.
He slaps my ass. The sting radiates out, all the way up to my throat. My cheeks.
His breath heats up on my skin as he comes slowly closer. I’m trembling. Fear and excitement twist and course through me, tight, unbearably, like strands of rope.
Finally his cruel lips descend onto mine and a long, desperate moan is torn out of my throat, sealed off in his mouth. His lips Bruise and crush mine. Taking me. Devouring me.
The first kiss. It feels like he’s breaking and entering. Smash and grab. Like it’s the first and only kiss. The kiss that will swallow everything. Take and consume all of me.
He plunders me and his breath snarls as he does it. Mine moans and gives. All the sounds I make are like a His tongue presses into my mouth, takes me like he owns me. His hand is still over my eyes as his other arm sweeps around me, fixing a massive grip on my ass as he pulls me into him.
His kiss tears away all my defenses, steals my breath, opens me like a book. I’m lost, falling upward, deeper and deeper. The world spins and dwindles away.
He invades me. Roams through me with his tongue and his breath, while his hands squeeze and explore me. The kiss is like a fever. He’s taking everything. Pillaging. A merciless master thief.
I press my hands against his arms. His rock hard biceps. As soon as I feel them, I weaken. I want his strength. His power.
All my body wants him to take what he wants. All I want is to be used, used up. To be what he needs.
While he has me like this, there is nothing else. I want nothing else. Only more. And worse. My body is on fire. An ache swells in both of my nipples.
When he takes his hand from my eyes, all I see is a merciless grin on a red mouth, and two hard, blue eyes. I stiffen and melt, shuddering in shock. He’s covered from head to foot in black, with a ski mask.
Tipping my hips is the only escape I have to to ease the sharp jab of the counter in my back. But it means rubbing my mound against his thigh. Giving myself. Opening myself. More.
I try to push back against his shoulders, but I end up pulling them toward me. Even that ha no effect. He’s too strong His power turns all my strength to water. From my chest to my core, I tremble. All my muscles are quaking jello.
He steps his thigh further between my legs. His huge, muscular thigh grinds hard against my pussy. I try to stop myself rocking my hips against him.
I can’t.
Slowly, firmly, trembling, my wet mound scrapes and grinds against him. An evil chuckle rattles from his chest. I feel like he torched me, balled me up and lit me in a burst of cold fire.
He pins me with his thigh. Pushes it higher. Raises the friction through my soaking panties and drags hard against my lips.
The weight of his body leans forward, toward me, bending my back and crushing my breasts. My nipples burn, scraping inside my bra.
He grabs my ass and yanks me tighter against him.
The powerful hand seems big enough to hold the whole of my ass, like he can possess me with his fingers and his palm. My breath escapes. He could take anything he wants. Grab whatever he needs.
The fattening bulge in his pants zings with coursing blood. It buzzes hot. I feel it through my wet, flattened wings.
I hate myself for the filthy way I want this. And the guilt and shame make my need even hotter, make me want it even more.
A wolfish, guttural snarl rises in his throat like he knows can read my thoughts.
Another slap, right on the same spot, makes me jump.
“Such a bad girl.”
His thigh pushes harder against my wet, throbbing heat. I’m tense, clenching up and gripping tight with my thighs on his as he slides his hips tighter, making a moan rise inside me. I can’t hold it back.
Cold air fans my ass cheeks. The hand that gripped my ass slides my skirt all the way up. The hand moves away, then sharply back for another slap.
My eyes bulge at the sting. I’m gushing, helpless.
I love having all the choice taken away from me. Being taken. I get to have all the pleasure, and I can’t do anything about it. The scary costume adds an extra charge, the thrill that lets me keep up the image. I can feel all the danger and the pain, and be completely out of control.
His huge fingers shove and probe into my creases and crevices. Between the tops of my thighs, through my panties. Scraping my wet seams.
“Thats not the only way that you’ve been a bad, bad girl now, is it?” the voice says, “Now it’s time to confess your sins.”
The hem of my skirt is hitched way, way up at the back. I know what’s coming. Cool around the raw patch of sting air makes my cheeks tremble.
A sharp slap.
I can’t hold back the moan. Spirals of clenching need stir through me and make me spin inside. I’m on fire in my core.
Reaching from behind, he trills his fingers all the way forward to my opening, pressing up at the base of my clit. I moan. He laughs. Then his fingers circle. He knows exactly the spot.
He goes straight to my rhythm. I’m collapsing. His fingers make me shake. Trapped and bursting inside, all at once.
I squirm. Sensations flash though me in pulsing currents and bursts. His head tips back and I see his nostrils flare and a lascivious grin stretches his lips as I shudder and jolt.
His other hand plunges down and finds the tops of my panties at the front. He looks hard in my eyes as he slips his fingers down, inside my panties. Over my clit. Circling as his other hand slides up, tracing my folds, finding his way into my opening.
One hand plays on my mound, coaxing and teasing my clit, while from behind me, the huge, strong fingers his other hand push up, pushing and exploring through my walls. My knees buckle as my treacherous pussy flutters and hugs his fingers, pulling at him. Drawing him, urging him, sucking and swallowing him in deeper.
He looks in my eyes as he deliberately rips my blouse. I will not shout. I will not show him fear. Even though I can’t hold the ever-rising swirl of tension inside me, cables of fire that crackle through all my muscles, twanging between my core and my sore, stinging nipples.
He bites my lip, tugging. Pulling the inside of my lip.
His eyes flash as he seizes a cook’s knife from the block on the counter.
“We don’t need this.”
I let out a helpless gasp as he pulls the front of my bra forward, then it springs and bursts open. He cuts it apart with one perfect, flashing stroke of the blade.
He lets go of my bra. It drops, hanging open. Useless and undone. He’s ripping away all of my defenses.
Like he read my thoughts. Again. He rasps, “All the protection you’ll have is me.”
The hunger in his eyes makes my knee quiver. He grins as he grabs my breast and his tongue flicks across his lips. He squeezes. My thighs grip tight around his. He laughs. I gush.
His mouth lands hard on my breast. His tongue whips around my hard, sore nip and he sucks greedily.
“And me.” A lower, darker voice behind me.
A hard slap on my ass stings and shocks through me in hot ripples. I’m spun around one hundred and eighty degrees.
The other man is dressed the same. But much bigger. His laugh is cruel as he steps toward me.