Chapter 3
Dollface
After hoisting her over my shoulder, I carry her sweet little ass out of the kitchen and down the hallway toward the security room.
The whole way there, my mind won’t shut the fuck up. All I can think about is that tight cunt of hers and all the ways I’m going to fuck it loose once I decide to start.
Once I start, I’m not fucking stopping.
Her blood is going to cover every inch of me while I fuck her raw in every way I can think of.
In every single one of her orifices. Like that tight little pink hole between her ass cheeks.
The taut entrance between those lips that I want to taste so damn bad.
And that mouth of hers.. the one that’s going to be screaming.
Not in pleasure. No, no, no.
After I’m done with her, she won’t even be able to think about another man’s cock inside of her again. The pain I’m going to carve into her pale skin and bury deep inside that soft pink flesh will make her wish she was dead.
Oh, fuck.
That’s what I want more than anything.
I want to hear her blood-curdling cries for help.
Just the thought of it makes my cock throb with anticipation.
I enter the security room and kick the door shut behind me, not caring to lock it. Every stairwell, every elevator, every exit on this floor is locked down tight. I made sure of that myself.
Now, I can do whatever the fuck I want.
After taking a few more steps into the room, I dump her body onto the long metal rectangular table sitting at the back.
Her body hits the surface with a thud, barely moving as I grab her wrists and cuff them to the metal loops on either side of the table, spreading her arms out so she can’t fight.
The cold metal clicks shut around both wrists, causing my cock to harden further.
Then I move to her legs. Instead of cuffs, I use the rope I brought with me, wrapping it tightly around her ankles and securing them to the ends of the table.
Now she’s completely fucking trapped.
Behind me, I hear a muffled whine and shift my body towards the noise. “Listen, Garrett. I really don’t want to have to cut your tongue out this early in the game. So how about you stop with the incessant fucking whining?”
Her jock-ass ex finally wakes up from the little nap my sedative put him in.
“You know,” I say, glancing over at him, “for a guy whose whole job is training people in strength and bodybuilding, you didn’t use a single fucking ounce of it today. I honestly thought you’d put up more of a fight.”
I turn my attention back to sweet Victoria.
“How fucking pathetic.”
I lick my lips, getting ready to taste her liquid gold. My hands slide up her legs as I start pushing the tight pencil skirt higher, but after a second I decide it’s not worth the effort.
So I pull the blade from the sheath at my waistband and drag it straight through the black fabric, slicing the skirt open all the way up until the cut reaches the top. With one quick tug, I rip the damaged material off her body and drop it onto the floor.
Underneath, she’s wearing a pair of red silk panties that barely covers her pussy. I can see the indentations of her lips through the material and the small bit of natural cream that coats the inside.
I lean forward, pressing my nose into the space between her legs and inhale deeply. The short hairs at her mound poke through the thin fabric, lightly scratching against my nose as I breathe her in.
I stand back up and murmur, “I’m going to tongue-fuck you a hell of a lot better than that piece of shit ever could.” Then I glance over at him.
He’s still thrashing and whining in the chair I tied him to like a little bitch.
I figure since he’s awake now, I might as well wake her up too.
I walk over to the desk lined with security monitors and grab the taser she tried to use on me earlier. It’s almost funny, really. I flick it on without a second thought and head back toward the table.
Without hesitating, I lower it between her legs and pull the trigger.
Electricity cracks through her body and her head jerks up instantly. She looks around wildly, panic flooding her face before her eyes finally lock onto mine.
“Hello again,” I say calmly while she trembles on the table, shaking like a leaf.
A second later her gaze darts over to Garrett. He’s struggling in the chair, trying to talk through the tape over his mouth, the sounds coming out muffled and useless.
Her attention snaps back to me.
“What do you want, you fucking psycho?!” she shrieks.
A quiet hum rumbles from my chest. “I want what everyone wants, Victoria.”
I step away from the table and slowly circle around Garrett’s chair. “I just want to indulge in a little sin.”
In one swift motion, I rip the duct tape off Garrett’s mouth. “Fuck!” he shouts immediately, his lips now bloodied.
He completely ignores me and turns straight to Victoria.
“Vicky, I’ll get you out of here,” he blurts out. “I promise you, I’ll-”
I press the duct tape back over his mouth, cutting him off mid-sentence.
“Alright, that’s enough out of you.”
I step away from him and head back toward Victoria, mocking his voice as I go.
“I’ll get you out of here, Vicky.”
I let out a short laugh.
“Vicky? That’s the stupidest nickname I’ve ever heard in my life. For someone who used to date her and now stalks her outside of work every fucking day, you’d think you could come up with something a little more creative.”
My fingers slide up along her upper calf, slowly working their way higher until they reach the inside of her thighs. I drag them through the space between them.
She squirms immediately, trying to twist away from me, but the restraints keep her exactly where I put her.
Guess those Eagle Scouts knots really did pay off.
“Please.. don’t,” she pleads, her voice trembling. “I don’t know why you’re doing this, but I-”
My hand suddenly clamps down over her pussy, rough and possessive. A sharp gasp escapes her as I squeeze it for a second before releasing.
I start pulling her panties down her legs, and that’s when the begging really starts.
“No, no, please.. don’t,” her voice breaks as she pleads. “I can pay you. He can pay you. Just don’t-”
I stop once the fabric bunches just below her knees.
“First off,” I reply, “you don’t make enough to pay me what you’re worth. And secondly, bitch-boy over here blows his money gambling every weekend.” I glance over toward Garrett. “So I highly doubt he’s got that kind of budget.”
I grab the roll of duct tape, slice off a strip with my knife, and press it firmly over her mouth. Strands of her blonde hair catch in the adhesive as I press the tape down, but I don’t give it a second thought.
I keep tugging at her underwear until the fabric finally slides all the way down and bunches around her ankles.
Then, just like before, my fingers trace their way back up along her calf, slowly climbing higher as they move toward her cunt again. “Oh, Victoria. You’re going to learn tonight just how many ways you can be gagged and fucked.”
I flick her clit, making her jump abruptly. A startled gasp escapes her, muffled by the tape. My fingers trail down, finding her entrance, and I don’t hold back as I slide one in, then another, until three fingers sink deep into her.
She can act all she wants, pretending she’s resisting, but I know that she’s enjoying every bit of this. Her walls clench around me with each stroke, tightening and quivering as I pump in and out, rougher, faster, until her juices cover my fingers.
Every shiver, every muffled whine, tells me she’s exactly where she wants to be.