Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
ANNIKA
Everything. Fucking. Hurts.
I’m stuck in a perpetual state of orgasmic insanity and tearing pain. Pain from my inner thighs creeps up and goes right to… back there… My most forbidden spot. Taken. Used. Fucked so hard.
My first time experiencing that sensation. That pressure. That ungodly feeling of being filled and then remaining full . My body’s instinctive wanting for that to be used as an exit, yet a part of my soul lit on fire that wanted more of that feeling. Wires cut, stripped, put back together, making it feel so… good.
I’ve heard of it happening before. That pleasure back there could make a woman orgasm. That movements and touches and being fucked the right way could be connected back to front in a sense.
I’m face down on the bed, my legs still spread. My pussy throbs and aches with delight. My ass is just plain sore . Puckering, making me wince, working through this sense of comprehension and this now sudden desire to have it happen again and again.
I don’t even know who I am in this moment.
I feel Peri’s cum clinging to my ass cheeks. He carefully painted me with his pleasure, a master artist with a paintbrush and my body his canvas. That paint of his I can feel slowly trickling down my ass cheeks, coming together in the ravine that then leads to what was once forbidden, now claimed by Perilous.
In other words—I can feel his warm cum collecting between my cheeks, almost soothing my tender, used hole.
I can’t help but wonder why he pulled out the way he did. I felt every inch of his insane cock pounding into me. I couldn’t help myself as I screamed. The rush of pleasure and pain, fighting for attention, leaving my body in an endless state of disarray.
Or the fact that he used his right thumb to rub my clit so fucking hard and fast that I came. And when I came, everything squeezed . I throbbed with such force, my pussy spilling my own cum, leaking down to Peri’s cock as he fucked my ass.
My skin tingles with goosebumps as I think about it.
I close my eyes and I picture him pulling out of me. Feeling his thickness sliding out of my forbidden spot, leaving me with a sudden sense of relief yet wanting more. I can hear him grunting. I can feel his hands grabbing my hips. The way he lifted me with such ease and then flipped me over.
I have to admit I thought—and hoped—he was going to take me again from behind. My ass high in the air. His cock penetrating me again, taking my taboo pleasure for himself once again. Instead, Peri stroked his cock, spilling his cum all over my ass cheeks.
And as soon as he finished, he walked away. Leaving me where I am right now. I can’t tell you if it’s been thirty seconds, thirty minutes, or thirty years.
I feel paralyzed, thirsty, hungry, tired, wide awake, in pain, tingling with pleasure… And if I’m confessing my darkest joys right now, my pussy is still wet. Freshly wet. The dam has been broken and my toes are curled. My body can’t stop being turned on. It doesn’t help that I feel Peri’s cum tickling my ass. Touching my hole. Tickling with its soft, wet warmth. My hole puckering, throbbing, almost trying to grab at Peri’s cum.
At some point my eyes gently shut and I doze off for a nap.
There’s a noise next to me and I suck in a breath and open my eyes to see a glass of water on the nightstand next to me. Along with three small, round, dark orange colored pills.
I start to move and groan from the aches.
“Take the fucking pills, doll,” Peri’s deep voice says.
I lift my head and he brushes hair out of my face.
He’s fully dressed. I’m not. Not at all.
I force myself to move up to my knees. My hands flat against the bed. I lift the top half of my body up and sit back on my heels. Naked and vulnerable in front of Peri.
It makes my skin feel hot. I’m blushing. Somehow blushing in front of the man who just fucked my ass.
It’s the way Peri looks at me. His eyes so evil yet so devouring. I’m messy and don’t exactly feel pretty. I feel fucked and used. I feel sweaty and smell like sex and cum. My body covered in my cum. Covered in Peri’s cum.
I reach for the glass of water and the pills. For a second I hesitate, wondering what the pills are. What they’re going to do to me. My jaw slightly quivering, wanting to ask Peri—
“They’re nothing,” Peri says. “Just to help with the soreness. That’s all, doll.”
I toss the three pills into my mouth and drink the entire glass of water. I place the glass down and Peri reaches for me.
I’m now in his arms. His big, strong, arms. Throbbing biceps and vein filled forearms. He’s cradling me but not in a romantic way at all.
I’m just… here … Naked, in his arms, I am his prize. His toy. His… thing .
Peri carries me to the bathroom, where he then crouches down and places me onto the shower floor.
He stands. I sit and look up at him. I hug my knees like I did the last time I was in this shower.
Peri turns on the water and waits for it to get nice and warm before engaging the shower.
When the slightly hot water hits me, I groan loudly and put my head back. The water is soothing. Wetness all over my body. I focus on between my legs, parting my legs, and gently touching myself. Washing away all the evidence of Peri and I together.
I keep my eyes on him, staring up at him. I think I’m turning him on. I mean, what guy wouldn’t want to watch a woman masturbate in the shower, right?
Peri crouches once again and grabs my wrist so hard pain shoots up my arm. I swear I feel something pop . For a second I think he’s snapped my wrist like a pencil.
“You don’t get to touch your cunt ever again without my permission,” he growls at me. “Your cunt is now mine. I claimed you. I claimed your cunt. If I ever catch you touching your cunt again…”
My teeth chatter.
What? What will you do to me?
Peri releases his hold on my wrist and grabs my throat. He moves me so the water hits my face. For a second it feels good.
It’s a quick second though because I’m suddenly back in that secret room with my hands tied and my entire head getting dunked under water and being held there.
I can’t move right now. Peri wants me in this position. I place my hands to the slippery shower floor.
“Trust, Annika,” Peri says.
The word echoes in my head. Peri’s grip tightens at my throat. The shower water is hot, hitting my nose and my mouth. I know I’m not going to drown like this but I also know that without being able to breathe normally, it is making my body go crazy. Panic is desperately trying to take full control. And even if it did, it would have to compete with Peri.
Good luck.
Peri moves his hand to the back of my neck and he pulls.
“Stand up, doll,” he orders me.
I climb to my feet, my body aching, my legs not wanting to work. Peri’s hand abandons my neck and slides his fingers along my wet breasts. He then moves his hand away and slaps my left breast.
I groan.
“You’ve been claimed, Annika. I own you. Every part of you. Your pleasure. Everything. You have permission to touch your cunt, but only to clean it. Understand?”
Chills move up my spine. I never thought I’d come close to a position like this. Having a man telling me what I can and cannot do? Telling me when I can touch parts of my body?
Fuck you, Perilous!
Yet my heart races as I secretly enjoy the idea of compliance.
“Yes, sir,” I say.
His nose twitches a little. He steps away from the shower. I don’t mean for it to happen but my chin quivers. Peri picks right up on that.
Fuck.
“Something you want to say right now, doll?”
I swallow hard.
Fuck!
I try to shake my head. Lying to Peri isn’t an option.
He reaches behind himself and shows me a knife. A familiar knife at that.
“Peri,” I whisper.
He places the tip of the knife at the middle of my chest. He slides the knife down, moving slow and not cutting skin, but I can feel the ultra-sharp blade, sensing it’s hungry to slice me open.
“What’s on your mind, Annika?”
The knife moves down to my belly button. There’s a quick sting of pain and I look down to see the knife has bitten the top of my belly button. Blood mixes with the shower water, rushing down.
“You never finish inside of me,” I say as calm as I can.
The thought in my head felt much stronger than when I spoke it.
Did I want Peri to finish inside me?
To be fair, I’ve been sort of kidnapped… then claimed… do I need someone like this coming inside me…?
Or maybe he’s not sure of my birth control situation and he’s just—
“You want my cum dripping out of your cunt? Is that your big wish and fantasy, doll?”
His voice is deep and smeared with anger.
“I was just… asking…”
Peri touches my jaw, gently squeezing, reminding me of his strength. One good application of pressure from his strong grip and my jaw will snap into pieces.
“You’re protected now, doll. The one who wants you dead can no longer kill you. And you will not be returned to your father. You are mine. You are safe. I’ll take you back to your apartment when you’re done showering.”
Peri bypasses the conversation of him coming inside me. He closes the shower door but he doesn’t exit the bathroom. He stands there.
I shower. I’m shaking with fear and being turned on.
And I catch myself smiling.
* * *
Peri is now gone.
We came to my apartment together and I did not have to wear sunglasses and have an oversized hoodie with the hood pull up, hiding like I was some kind of celebrity.
The one who wants you dead can no longer kill you.
Those words send chills throughout my entire body. It makes me so uneasy to think that someone out there wants me dead. And now they can’t kill me because of Peri?
What does that even mean? How can he be so sure of that? Should I even be alone right now?
I start to feel very uneasy so I text Molly. She doesn’t respond. I text her again. She finally responds with a peach emoji and an eggplant emoji.
I smirk.
“Been there, done that,” I whisper as heat floods my cheeks.
So I guess Molly is busy getting her backdoor worked on.
I look at my apartment door and bite my bottom lip. If I’m really free and I’m really safe , then I can leave, right? I can go for a walk, think about my life, get a cup of coffee…
I hurry to my apartment door and open it. I gasp when I see someone standing against the wall, one foot up, arms folded, staring at me.
He’s gigantic and looks annoyed to be there. He’s chiseled from stone and as gorgeous as Peri.
“Turn that sexy ass of yours around and go back inside,” his voice growls.
“I thought I was…”
“You are. Peri is just a little paranoid. Or maybe he’s just obsessed with you. I’ve never seen him like this before. Oops , I’ve said too much.”
He smirks at me and winks.
“How do I know you’re not one of the bad guys?” I ask, cringing at the words bad guys .
He pushes from the wall, now smiling at me. “Oh, I am one of the bad guys, Annika. And in this story, the bad guys are the reason why you’re alive. Plus, my name is Demonic . Do you really think I’m going to show up with roses and kisses?”
I swallow hard, step back into my apartment, then shut the door. And lock it. So I’m sort of free. But I’m definitely safe.
At least for now.