17. Ava #2
The gag falls from my mouth, and I sputter, my lips dry and sore from the material. I cough and tears slip freely down my cheeks when he releases my hair, letting my head fall forward.
“I told you,” I croak. “I don’t know.”
“You’re still lying to me, sweetheart,” he purrs, and liquid heat slips through me at his voice in my ear. Is it normal to feel turned on when you’re terrified? Because I get the feeling maybe I’m just fucked in the head. “You should know I don’t like liars.”
Levi grips my hip and kneads the flesh of my side where my shirt has ridden up. I close my eyes, a whimper escaping my lips when he slips his hand into the waistband of my jeans, teasing the skin beneath.
“I think you like pushing me. I don’t think you’re as innocent as you claim to be, little ghost.” He removes his hand, circling back to the front. I feel him in every step.
I’m clearly in need of a good therapist and probably a straitjacket, because when he comes back into view, my first thought is how hot he is.
He stops in front of me, his fingers stroking through the tears on my cheeks.
“Tell me the truth, Ava.” He steps closer, his fingers slipping under my jaw to cup my throat. He tilts my face up to his, crowding me. I whimper, and his fingers flex against my racing pulse, his eyes dark and absolutely terrifying. “Tell me who you’re working for.”
“I’m not working for anyone,” I grit. Why can’t he just believe me?
Because you’ve been acting shady , the voice in the back of my mind chimes.
Bitch.
“You’re so goddamned pretty,” he says, like it pisses him off. His fingers tighten just a hair, like he knows he could choke the life out of me if he wanted to. “Pretty and deceitful. I told you I would find out, sweetheart. Why can’t you just tell me the truth?”
Fuck. He knows . . .
Fresh tears sting in my eyes, and Levi notices, leaning forward and catching one on his tongue. My heart hammers in my chest, my breathing ragged with both fear and the effort to hold myself up.
“I’ve been so patient with you, Ava, but that patience is wearing thin. You’ll either tell me who you’re working for, or I’ll keep you here until you do.”
“You’re a psychopath,” I spit, and he grins, pinching my cheeks together.
“Oh, baby girl. You have no fucking idea.”
Reaching between us, his thumb circles the button of my jeans. I shiver, unable to do anything but hold on and wait for him to decide what he’s going to do to me.
“You don’t tell me the truth; I’ll leave you here wanting and waiting.”
“Please, not that—” I rush, panic slipping through me. He chuckles, nipping the line on my jaw at the same time he flicks the button of my jeans.
“It sucks, doesn’t it? Wanting something so badly and not being able to have it.”
“You’re an asshole,” I growl when he slides the zipper down.
“Do you remember your safeword, Ava?”
“Fuck you.”
He grins. “Good.”
He hooks his fingers in the loops of my jeans, slipping them down my legs. Kneeling down, he looks up at me, sliding them off me completely.
I don’t even recognize myself. The man is a certified psychopath.
He’s tied me to the rafters of some cabin in the middle of the woods, and yet, my clit throbs with desire.
My nipples are hard, poking through my t-shirt and bra.
My pussy is wet, coating my thighs. All I can do to relieve the ache that’s been steadily becoming harder and harder to ignore is rub my thighs together.
Levi notices and presses my knees apart, holding himself away from me, so I can’t grind against him.
“I think you like this, sweetheart,” he taunts, his nose trailing up the side of my face. Leaning down, he buries his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling me like he’s breathing in my scent. “You like being at my mercy. Just begging to get fucked.”
“I hate you,” I seethe, angry tears burning in my eyes. I pull on the rope, but it must be made with diamond thread, because it doesn’t even budge .
“Not enough to use your safeword, though.”
Fuck. I hate that he’s right.
More importantly, I hate that I still want him.
Levi circles me, slipping around out of sight again. I feel him at my back, his presence overpowering, even if I can’t see him.
“Who did you think I was when I found you in the woods, Ava?”
“You.” Lie .
With a loud crack, his hand connects with my ass, striking me. I gasp at the pain, surging in the binds as tears sting in my eyes.
“Did you just spank me?”
Levi’s lips are at my ear, his hand tugging my head back.
“You’re lying. Again.” His hand slides over the sensitive skin, and I clench my teeth, my breathing ragged. “You must not want some relief. If you think I won’t keep you here all night, wanting and begging to be fucked, you’re wrong.”
“Who says I want you to fuck me?” I growl, even if the evidence is plain for him to see.
“You haven’t told me to stop.”
I think if he did right now, I might succumb to the dark side and start a riot.
“I’m going to ask you again, Ava. Who are you so afraid of?”
“You.”
Again, his hand strikes my ass, right over the first mark. Pain erupts from the spot, but it’s the other feeling that slips through me that’s absolutely devastating.
I . . . like it.
Heat floods my core, and I groan, hoping he can’t see my thighs shaking with need.
Of course, he does.
“Never thought you’d be one to enjoy your punishment, Ava, but I can’t lie and say I’m not impressed.”
Another strike comes, and I mewl, leaning my forehead against my arm. My entire body is trembling with the effort to hold me up while I fight against the desire to push back against him.
“You like the sting of it,” he whispers against my ear.
“You like how bad it feels. You hate that you want it, but you can’t ask me to stop because it’s got you so worked up, you’re ready to tell me the secret to life, aren’t you?
” His voice is husky, and I get the feeling I’m not the only one enjoying myself.
As depraved and insane as this is, it’s also . . . freeing. Being out here where no one can hear me. Judging by the complete and total darkness outside the windows, I can scream as loud as I want.
That thought both terrifies me and turns me on.
“Please—”
“I know what you need, baby girl. You just have to cooperate. Your body is. Why can’t your mind?”
“Because you won’t understand,” I gasp, unable to hold the words back any longer. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, and he rewards me with his fingers. Slipping between my folds, he swirls my wetness around lazily, circling where I need him so desperately.
“Tell me what I won’t understand,” he rasps, his fingers continuing to tease me. I shake my head, and he withdraws them. I cry out at the loss of him, my body teeming with desire. “You won’t get what you want if you don’t tell the truth.”
I could safeword, and this would end. I know he would untie me and put me on my feet. He would stop if I just asked him.
What does it say about me that I don’t want him to stop? That this is the most alive I’ve felt in years—maybe even my entire life.
“Tell me, Ava,” he says in my ear. “Who sent you?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I can’t do it.
The fight leaves me, and I arch back into him when he tugs my head back.
“Last chance, sweetheart, before I sit down and watch you struggle. What do they want?”
I’m going to hate myself for this.
“A flash drive,” I pant, licking my lips. They’re salty from my tears. “He wanted a flash drive.”
“Who, Ava?”
I shake my head. “He calls himself Black. He’s been following me for weeks.” I swallow nervously, my mouth parched and my body sore and exhausted from holding myself up. “I swear that’s all I know.”
The silence in the room is deafening.
I wait for the blow to come—either his fist or his words. My eyes clench shut, and I hide my face as much as I can, knowing this is where things turn ugly.
Only . . . the blows never come.
“Fucking finally.”
Levi presses tender kisses along the side of my face. It’s a stark contrast to this entire situation, and it only serves to confuse me even more.
He doesn’t care. He’s only trying to get information out of me, but I can’t help but revel in his softness, even if it’s only just for a moment.
“That’s my good girl,” he purrs in my ear, and I shiver at the praise. Am I really that far gone that a few words will have this effect on me? “Just one more question, and I’ll let you go, baby girl. What does he want you to get?”
“A flash drive . . .” I breathe. “They wanted a flash drive.”
There’s a deafening silence I can’t even begin to dissect.
Levi’s hands leave me, and he stalks around until he’s standing in front of me again. His expression is indifferent, even if I can see the hardness in his jeans.
“Please, I’m not working for them. I was scared. They said they would come after you if I didn’t give it to them. I just want to take care of my grandmother,” I rush, panic ebbing through me. “She’s all I have left.”
I’m not sure if it’s adrenaline, combined with the sexual frustration or the sheer panic in my veins, but I bury my face against my arm, a sob wracking through me.
I flinch when he reaches for me, his hand finding my hips. My eyes fly open when he picks me up, relieving the pressure on my wrists. My legs lock around his waist, and he reaches between us, undoing his jeans and fisting his cock.
Swiping himself through the wetness at my core, he aligns his cock at my entrance.
Then he’s pushing me down on his length.
My head falls back, and I cry out at the intrusion, my still roped arms around his neck for leverage.
My pussy sucks him in greedily, and I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before. It’s a shame because this is the most depraved, erotic experience of my life.
If my nana knew what I was doing right now . . .
“Levi,” I groan, wincing when he hits that deep-seated spot inside me that has him pushing against my barriers. “Please . . . I need . . .”
“I know what you need, sweetheart.” I know I’m imagining it, but there’s a tenderness in his voice.
It’s not real. Levi doesn’t care past what he can get from my body, but I can’t help but revel in the desire in his voice.
He wants to fuck me. He’s been holding back, forcing me to tell him the truth when he wanted me just as badly.
My thighs tremble around his hips, and he’s deep enough that his groin brushes over my clit with each stroke.
It hurts, and it feels so damn good that I can’t think straight.
I arch against him, completely powerless when my mind goes blank and I finally, finally get the release I’ve been craving since that night in the woods.
My orgasm hits me harder than it ever has before. Black spots dot my visions, and I know I scream. I can’t tell if it’s his name or unintelligible gibberish, but Levi doesn’t stop, drawing out my pleasure as the orgasm lasts forever.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect, Ava. You were made to take my cock. Weren’t you?” I can barely make out what he’s saying, let alone answer him with the mind-numbing orgasm stealing every one of my senses.
I can’t help the soft, needy sounds on my tongue, and I can’t even beg him to stop when he continues fucking me, jerking me down on his cock so hard, the sound of our skin meeting fills the room.
He buries his head in my neck, his teeth grazing my sweat-slicked skin, and his groans fill my ear.
Before I know it, I’m coming again, or maybe it’s just one long orgasm that’s meant to kill me.
“That’s my girl,” Levi growls in my ear, his lips quirking up in a smile. “Taking my cock so well. I knew you’d come so hard you couldn’t think when you finally gave in to me. You become so mindless with pleasure that it steals your voice away.”
He’s panting, his abs slick with sweat as he fucks me. Changing his angle, he pulls back, forcing my arms to release him, and holds me by the hips.
“Come on, Ava. Come for me again. I know you can. You’re squeezing the life out of me.”
At this angle, it allows him to fuck me hard and fast, taking everything I have and giving me nothing but pleasure in return.
I wonder if the rope will snap, even if I couldn’t even get it to budge. My body responds to his harsh fucking in ways I didn’t know were possible.
I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t be begging for it, but even as I realize all these things, I know it’s pointless. I want him like my next breath. I want this side of Levi. The demanding, powerful side that gives me so many orgasms, I can’t think, let alone be afraid.
“Yes, yes, yes . . .” I whimper when he hits that perfect spot, dragging the head of his cock over it again and again. “Levi,” I gasp, my entire body trembling in his hands. “Please, I’m going to come. I—”
Dragging me back to him, his lips find mine, and he kisses me hard. He bounces me on his cock, and that’s what sends me over the edge. I gasp and writhe against him, and he curses under his breath, his hand tightening on my ass.
The moment I come, the orgasm tears me to shreds.
I’m not sure if I even breathe when the euphoria washes over me, my entire body vibrating and spent.
Levi growls against my throat, fucking me through it, and my chest heaves with each breath as I cling to him.
He fucks me once, twice, three more times, and snarls, his hips colliding sharply with mine one last time before he stills.
His come fills me, and I come harder, clinging to him with my last shred of sanity as both of us silently float back down from whatever ethereal plane we made it to.
I expect him to release me immediately, but he doesn’t; instead, he presses his damp forehead against mine, his eyes closed as we both try to catch our breath.
“I’ll take care of it, Ava.”
I open my mouth to snap back at him, but nothing comes out but a quiet, exhausted groan.
I’ve been told that before.