Chapter 27
Gannix
Tears run down her cheeks as I raise the paddle in my hand and slap it against her ass once more. She’s chained to the wall in my room, her naked body on full display for me. Her ass glows red from the paddle, and my cock is as hard as a rock, but I know I can’t take her without drugging her, even though I want to.
“Plan on running again, Em?” I ask before swatting her once more. I know she’s had enough, and that was the last one. I drop the paddle and walk closer, spinning her around to face me while keeping her arms above her head in the chains.
“You want to answer me?” I ask her. She shakes her head, and I smile.
“Fuck you,” she hisses at me.
“I could drug you and fuck you.”
“Why the drugs? Huh? What the hell are you afraid of, Gannix?” she taunts me. I don’t know what was said to her at the event, but it had to have been something bad to affect her this way.
“What did she tell you?” Now she smirks at me and it does little more than make me want her even more.
“You’d like to know, wouldn’t you, coward.” That’s a new one. She hasn’t called me that before.
“Coward? And what is it that I’m being a coward about?”
“What are you hiding, Gannix? Huh? What the hell are you hiding from me?” She yells this time.
“Hiding from you?”
“Yeah. You force me to expose my scars, but I hear you have some of your own,” she hisses. That’s what she told her? How the fuck did Amber know that? How would she have known? She doesn’t know me like that. I step into Emerson’s space, grabbing her face roughly in my hand.
“Is that what she told you?”
“That’s it, isn’t it? You’re hiding behind your fucking drugs,” she taunts as I squeeze her face harder. I know it hurts; that’s the point.
“You don’t know shit.”
“Show me.” She challenges me, and I love that, except this isn’t something I want to be challenged on. I shove her face away from me and step back as she laughs manically.
“You are a fucking coward! You stalk me, kill my friend, let your brother steal me. What kind of man are you?” She’s trying to get under my skin, and I know it. I know what she’s doing, but I can’t let her.
“What kind of man am I? I’m the one who got you out of there, Emerson! I kept him from killing you.”
“I don’t know why. Or is this why? So you could keep me and drug me just to fuck me? What are you so afraid of?”
“I’m not afraid,” I tell her.
“Lies. It’s all lies, Gannix. I can see it in your eyes. You’re scared.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are. Scared little fucking boy! Is that what daddy did to you? He made you into a scared little boy afraid of a woman seeing you?” she taunts, and it burns. She should know not to do this to me. She should be careful and tread carefully with her words, but she doesn’t, and maybe that’s what else I like about her. She isn’t one to hold back. She isn’t one to give in.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” I roar this time. She laughs.
“Are you getting mad? Little Gannix can’t face the fact daddy did this to him?”
“Shut up, Emerson!”
“Where was mommy? Didn’t she come and save you from the mean man?” She continues, unable to stop now she’s started it seems.
“You don’t know shit,” I hiss at her.
“I know you’re scared! I know you’re a frightened little boy in a man’s body! So fucking afraid to let someone see who you really are.”
“Is that what you think?”
“Yeah, it is. Tell me I’m wrong! Go ahead, tell me!”
“They saw me, Emerson! Those women? They fucking saw me, and they had to die!”
“Why? What the hell did they see, Gannix? That you’re not perfect? That we’re all a little fucked up?” She yells louder this time.
“I’m beyond fucked up, Emerson. Once you see, there will be no other choice but to kill you,” I tell her. Now she laughs again. This time louder.
“Chicken shit.”
“Is that what you want? You want to die?”
“I don’t care anymore, Gannix. Don’t you see that? You’ve watched me. Did you think my fucking life was all sunshine and flowers?”
“You had a fairly good life.”
“Living off my mother’s money? Fucking random men in clubs? You call that a good life? Then you weren’t fucking looking, Gannix!”
“You’re telling me you weren’t enjoying your life?” I question her.
“I was doing the best I could with what I had. No one knows me. No one knows the ache inside me. The need for someone to love me. The yearning to have something normal. You think I liked it? Fucking random men because I needed something?”
“Now you don’t have to worry about that. I plan on giving you everything you need,” I tell her.
“Fuck you! I don’t want it from you, Gannix! You’re a liar, you’re a coward!”
“What do you want from me?” I scream this time, my hands beginning to shake from the anger.
“I want to see you! The real you.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not ready to let you go, Emerson.”
“Who the hell said you had to?”
“It’s just the way it is! Don’t you see that?” I roar as I tug at my hair.
“Coward.”
“Shut up, Emerson!’
“Coward!” She yells louder. I’m not a coward. I’ve never been a coward, and I sure as hell won’t be one now. I grab the front of my shirt and rip it open, sending the buttons flying in every direction before sliding it off. Emerson’s eyes move over my chest and down to the top of my slacks.
“All of it,” she demands. I want to tell her no. I want to snap her fucking neck for making me do this, but instead, I let the anger take control. I kick off my shoes, and I rip my slacks and boxers down in one move, exposing myself fully to her. Emerson licks her lips as she takes me in, tugging at the chains.
“Unhook these,” she demands.
“No. Are you happy now? Are you fucking happy I now have to end your life?” I roar, causing her to flinch.
“Unhook me, Gannix.”
“No.” I step into her space, grabbing her face in my hand. “It was one fucking night. I was asleep on the couch with my brother. The babysitter was as crazy as they come, but that’s how my father liked it. The crazier, the better. She set the couch on fire while we were sleeping.”
“Oh my God.” The three words fall from her lips, but I squeeze her face harder so she can’t speak anymore. This is what she wanted.
“I didn’t feel it at first until my lower half was fully covered in flames. I rolled off the couch and onto the floor, screaming in pain. My father rushed in and put out the flames but the damage had been done already.”
She tries to speak, but the hold I have on her is too strong. I shake my head as I slowly release her face and move my hands around her neck. I don’t want to do this. But I don’t have a choice now. She forced this on me.
“Gannix, unhook me,” she whispers.
“You shouldn’t have pushed me, Emerson. You shouldn’t have kept on,” I tell her as I squeeze her neck harder. This is it. This is what has to be done. Emerson tugs at the chains, but she isn’t going anywhere.
“Gannix,” she whimpers through the stranglehold I have on her.
“You did this! Why did you fucking do this!”
“Unhook me,” she repeats, even though she can barely get any air into her lungs now. Something inside of me snaps. The look in her eyes guts me. I don’t want to do it; I really don’t.
She didn’t look at me the way they did. She didn’t pull away in disgust. So what the hell am I doing?
I release my hold, and she coughs a few times as I move to my slacks on the floor and pull the key free. My head’s fucked up. I shouldn’t do this either. I shouldn’t let her go. Just like the others, I should end her life. But it’s Emerson.
I swallow hard as I release her wrists from the restraints, and she lets them fall to her sides. I turn to walk away when she grabs my hand and spins me to face her. I don’t know why I let her. I don’t know why I don’t fight her.
Emerson stares into my eyes as she licks her lips and slowly drops to her knees. I watch her, wanting to push her away but wanting to see what she does more.
She reaches out and does something I’ve never let another woman do. She grabs my scarred cock in her hand and strokes it before leaning in and licking the tip. My chest is heaving as I watch her. A part of me wants to stop her. The other part wants her to keep going. There’s a war inside me, one I can’t control.
“Emerson,” I say her name as a warning. “There’s no going back from this,” I warn. She looks up at me with tears still clinging to her lashes before she sucks me into her mouth. My throat feels like it’s clogged, like I can’t breathe.
Emerson sucks me deeper into her throat and gags on me, but she doesn’t stop, and I can’t either. I keep watching her as she takes me in her mouth.
Her hands move up my scarred thighs to my abs and back down. Chills spread across my flesh as she bobs her head faster.
Without thinking about it, I reach out and grab a handful of her hair, tugging it hard. I don’t know if I want her to stop or keep going, but she does it on her own. She keeps sucking, her tongue dragging along the bottom of my cock until I buck my hips into her face.
That’s when I take over. Em’s nails dig into my skin as I grab the back of her head and fuck her face. My hips jerk, shoving my cock as far down her throat as I can get it. Emerson gags, more tears filling her pretty eyes, but I can’t stop myself now. She did this to me. She released the monster from his cage, and now he wants to play.
The harder I fuck her face, the more I can feel myself on edge. I’ve never been like this with a woman. I’ve never been this free, and the fact she didn’t look at me as if I was a monster just keeps me going until my balls draw up, and I shoot my seed down the back of her throat. Emerson gags as she tries to swallow, spit, and cum leaking from the sides of her mouth.
When I finally pull out of her mouth, she gasps for air. More spit and my cum leaks down her chin as she gazes up at me. I reach down, running my fingers through the mess we made and shoving it into her mouth. Emerson closes her lips around my fingers and sucks until they’re clean, and I remove them.
“I don’t know what this means,” I tell her.
“You don’t need to hide from me, Gannix.”
“I’ve never allowed a woman to see them and let her live,” I inform her.
“I’m not other women.”
“You’re right. The other women weren’t mine.”