Chapter 16
Alana
My body was completely overridden by panic. My brain wasn’t working correctly and I was desperate for a way to escape. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get out of the ropes and the more I tried, the worse they felt on my skin. I was going to have marks, maybe even sores.
I was fucking terrified. I had no doubt that Erebus chose to come here today because he knew that Jayce was gone. He knew everything.
There was literally nothing I could do about my situation. He’d claimed all of my control and was exerting his own in the most fucked up way possible. Almost. The only way it could be worse was if he fucked me. According to him, that was going to happen the next time he saw me.
Not if I had anything to say about it. If I survived this, which I wasn’t entirely sure would be the case considering he was a fucking maniac, I was going back to the police station. I’d show them the marks on my arms and have them swab my entire body for DNA. His saliva was everywhere, so that had to be worth something.
If I did what he told me to, would he leave? He was a stalker who wore a mask and left chocolates around my house while I slept, plus he had threatened more than one person in my life. I think the correct answer was ‘no.’
I didn’t exactly have a choice here, though. He wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted. My body was being forced to respond and no matter how hard I fought it, I knew that he was going to make me cum. My eyes burned with a sense of shame and helplessness. I wanted to beg him to stop, but it wouldn’t do any good. He seemed to enjoy my desperation.
He was sick- twisted in a way that deserved the forcible removal of his dick.
He nipped at my clit, making me suck in a breath. I jerked when he applied direct pressure with his tongue, then moved it back and forth rhythmically. The way he curled it kept the nub cocooned in that warmth.
Why did he have to be good at this? This wasn’t the type of skill you learned from the internet and practicing on props. This was a craft he’d perfected and that didn’t align with the image I’d conjured of him. He was supposed to be some incel who preyed on women because he couldn’t get one to sleep with him willingly. This man was smooth and exuded confidence. I was still going to assume he had a rat face under that mask. If only I could fucking see him while he had it off. Maybe I’d recognize him. I needed to know where this whole thing started.
As if he could sense that I was trying to distract myself, he bit down on my clit hard . I wanted to kick him, but my feet were secured to the backs of my thighs. It was uncomfortable and I’d lost feeling in them a while ago.
My heart raced as the tingling spread outward. Heat built in my core, regardless of how hard I tried to keep it at bay. He was relentless, never sticking with one sensation. For a moment, he used the tip of his tongue and overstimulated me until I felt like I would burst, then he focused on the sensitive nerves surrounding my clit.
“Stop,” I whispered loudly just before the muscles in my thighs engaged. Nothing could stop me from tumbling over the edge once he pushed his fingers inside of me. My mouth hung open and my head drooped as my body convulsed more violently than it had in a very long time. Maybe ever.
With no control of my body, this was a different sort of torture. It felt fucking good , but the pleasure was tarnished by the state of my mind.
He tucked his fingers between my calves and thighs, flattening his palms against my skin. His tongue thrust into me a few times as I rode out the last of the tremors. The deep growl that left him was so strong against me that it almost made me cum again.
When his touch disappeared, I was able to breathe a little easier, but being unable to see him left me wondering what would come next.
I cried out when the tension in my arms disappeared and I fell backward on the bed. It sent pain through my legs in their awkward position. Suddenly, there was a heavy weight pressing down on my waist, barely allowing me to pull in air. There was roughness against my skin and when I realized it was his jeans, I started to cry again.
“Y-you said you wouldn’t.”
The blindfold came off and I was again looking up into those blue Xs. With the room darker, it looked even creepier as he loomed over me. A flash of silver drew my eyes to the knife he was holding.
I knew it. This was when he killed me. He was probably going to fuck my body as it cooled just to disrespect me one more time.
Who was going to find me like this? Probably Jayce. That thought was enough to force more sobs from my chest.
“Calm the fuck down,” he said, almost gently. Every time he spoke, I tried to place his accent. It sounded like a faint Irish lilt. Maybe he was part of the mafia.
When he brought the blade down, I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to witness the moment it drew first blood. There was a tug on my legs, then he grasped my calf and straightened it. He followed suit with the other and the rush of blood into them was almost more painful than when they’d been secured.
“Hold your tits together,” he instructed.
Opening my eyes, I stared up at him. I was torn between anger and self-preservation. Since my hands weren’t secured anymore, I swung at him. He caught my wrist, cocked his head, and made a quick slice along my palm.
Fuck, that hurt. They never flinched when they did that in movies. Blood dripped onto my chest and began to roll into the space between my breasts. He seemed to be watching it, although I couldn’t see what his eyes were actually focused on.
Taking my other wrist, he positioned both of my hands on either side of my breasts and pushed them together. It caused the pain in my palm to flare and I could feel more blood flowing from it.
“Stay like that.”
Officially in compliance mode, I did as he said. I wanted to argue when he grabbed whatever metal toy he’d been using before. It pinched and spread me open, making me feel even more violated, even after everything he’d already done. A shock traveled across my vulva and I had to bite down on my tongue to keep from screaming. As if he wanted that, he turned it up higher.
He swiped his fingers through the blood on my skin and I watched in horror as he spread it over his shaft. When he moved forward and pushed his dick between my breasts, it was a snug fit, but the slickness helped him slide through.
A groan left his throat as he pulled back, then thrust forward again. I attempted to hold back my tears while he pleasured himself using my body.
“Watch,” he commanded in a firm voice.
Dipping my chin, I kept my eyes on my chest. Every time he moved forward, his head pushed through the top of the gap. It glistened with blood and precum. When he paused, I had a bad feeling about what was coming.
“Taste it.”
My lips trembled as I leaned down. As quickly as I could, I brushed my tongue over his swollen tip. The salty and metallic flavor made me gag and when he thrust forward a little more, he slipped between my lips.
“Stay there and keep your tongue out.”
I forced myself to keep my eyes open as he continued his movements. He sped up, his dick disappearing, then sliding over the tip of my tongue repeatedly. As the minutes dragged on, I began to wonder if death would be a better alternative than what he was doing.
My own hips jerked from the painful overstimulation between my legs. It was torture. I was stuck in a horrible place between nearly coming again and wishing I could cut out the nerve endings. It hurt and yet, I could feel my arousal still dripping out of me.
Finally, he thrust forward hard and stilled. His cum shot onto my tongue and even though I wanted to close my mouth, I knew it would only get me in trouble.
When he pulled his dick out, he shoved three fingers into my mouth. He swirled the blood and cum mixture into my tongue, then pushed them to the back of my throat. I gagged and turned my head. After I swallowed, he released me and got to his feet. If I thought it was over, I was a na?ve idiot.
He grabbed onto my hair and twisted it so that I was facing him. Standing beside the bed, he nudged my lips with his dick. I wasn’t going to suck that thing. He’d already used me enough.
“Open,” he demanded. I shook my head and he tightened his grip, making my scalp burn. “You didn’t choose, so you get both.”
Reluctantly, I parted my lips, expecting him to start fucking my mouth. The first thing I became acutely aware of was something hot. For a second, I thought he was cumming again, but it kept going. The taste registered next. It was slightly salty with a bitter tone to it. I tried to dislodge from his grip, but he held on tightly. He squeezed my jaw to keep my mouth open as he continued to piss into it. I choked on it, spewing some of it back out. When he was finished, he held my mouth shut.
A fresh wave of tears flowed down my cheeks. Knowing I didn’t have a choice, I swallowed it, which triggered a series of gags. In the middle of nearly throwing up, he filled my pussy with his fingers. There had to be at least three and with everything going on down there, he didn’t meet much resistance, even though I didn’t fucking want this.
“Show me how pretty you scream after swallowing my piss and cum.” He straddled my legs, bracing a hand beside my head as he continued to pump in and out. “Do you think I can make you drench me, Alana?”
“No,” I cried.
“Tell me that you want me to make you cum.”
“No!”
He secured a cover over my eyes again, then curled his fingers. A choked sound escaped my throat unbidden. My body grew hot as something deep inside of me felt like it was twisting, winding me up so tightly that I worried when it crested, I would completely break.
“Mm,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking wet. Listen.”
I didn’t have to listen. It was all I could hear aside from the blood pulsing madly in my ears. The room was filled with the sound of his fingers fucking me and the wet squelch of my pussy accepting his touch, begging for it. I’d never been this wet and it was so fucking wrong.
Erebus wrapped his fingers around my calf and pushed my leg upward. He pumped harder and faster, forcing me into my orgasm. My back arched off the bed as the band in my lower stomach snapped and shocks traveled outward in every direction. My pussy gripped him so tightly, it was painful for a moment. When he pulled his fingers free, I felt liquid rush out of me. He dropped to his elbows and sealed his lips over my entrance, fucking drinking from me like I was the fountain of youth.
Who the fuck was this man and why was he doing this to me?
Immediately after, I rolled onto my side and curled up in the fetal position. The electrical current between my legs shut off, which helped me to think more clearly.
His breath rustled my hair before his lips pressed against the skin behind my ear.
“You’ve been marked by me. Now, you’re mine. And I’ve been marked by you. That makes me yours.”
Tearing off the blindfold, I tried to turn so that I could catch him without his mask on, but there was a sharp prick in my neck. My body went limp and it only took a few moments for my eyes to fall shut.
*****
When my eyes opened, the room was blurry. There was sunlight coming in through the window. The blinds were open, which was weird. I distinctly remembered making sure they were closed before I went to bed.
I sat up quickly and put a hand over my lips. One would think my mouth would taste horrible, but it was… fresh. I realized my hair was slightly damp and when I sniffed it, the scent of my shampoo was strong.
He bathed me and brushed my teeth after he drugged me. What the actual fuck?
Looking down, I saw that the sheets had been changed. I jumped to my feet and started studying the space. Everything else looked the same. The hooks were still in the ceiling, but there was no rope. Those, the red rims around my wrists, and the cut on my palm were the only things that actually solidified that what happened last night was real.
A familiar little chime came from the hallway. I opened the dryer and found the bedding in there, freshly cleaned and devoid of any evidence. Since he’d washed me, I assumed I didn’t have anything to use there either. There was nothing I could show the police except for the marks on my arms. Was that enough for them to believe me? Maybe whatever drug he’d injected me with could be identified too. It was possible they’d think I was just an addict, but it was worth a shot.
My head spun and I had to move back to the bed. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, unsure of what I should do.
Alana: When will you be home?
Jayce: I’m getting on a plane at 2. Everything ok?
Alana: Yup. I miss you .
Jayce: That’s a high honor. I’ll stop by.
Alana: No. Not today.
He sent me another message, but I ignored it. I couldn’t answer whatever questions he’d have for me. He would see right through me. On top of that, he wanted to know what happened with the probate lawyer. It wasn’t anything interesting, but he’d hound me until I gave him a detailed transcript.
There were too many things happening in my life right now. My mind was becoming a jumbled mess and at the moment, I didn’t know what weighed on me more. Logically, it should be the masked rapist, but everything felt so heavy right now.
I wanted Jayce to come over, but I couldn’t take comfort from him at every turn. It was a fast track to advancing our relationship, which just couldn’t happen. God, I wished he would go out and start a serious relationship so that he’d be off the market and I could find a way to stop thinking about him that way. Jake may be dead, but that didn’t mean I could be with Jayce. Too much tainted water flowed between us.
No, this was something I had to deal with on my own. The last thing I needed was for him to go vigilante on me and try to hunt the guy down. He wouldn’t get hurt because of me. Losing him would completely devastate me beyond repair.