Chapter 4 Remedy #2
Unfazed, he dipped his head low and allowed his tongue to slowly slide through my folds, leaving a strip of fire in its wake and a gasp on my lips. I jolted against my restraints, suppressing the moan that was begging to be released, my clit pulsing with a sick need for more.
Darren lifted his head and leisurely licked his lips, a quiet moan rumbling deep in his throat. “How exactly is rejecting our child doing it a favor?”
“Because then you won’t be able to use them against me!
” I practically shouted, frustration hitching my voice as he returned for another slow agonizing taste of me.
“I won’t have to worry about the pain of being denied access to my own child because I won’t care to see them in the first place!
They’ll be all yours, Darren, free to torture into little monsters without an ounce of my intervention or concern.
Sure sounds like it would be a lot more convenient for you anyway. ”
Darren paused for a moment, his eyes trapping mine with a blank expression on his face. I waited silently for his reaction, my chest rising and falling with each heavy breath I took, my blood racing at top speed.
And then the corners of his mouth lifted into a smirk, his head shaking from side to side.
Ignoring my outburst, he pressed the tips of his fingers against my opening, circling the edges and gathering my arousal to smear it throughout my folds.
I groaned internally as heat and desire became a plague over my body.
“Do you remember when I first brought you here?” he asked as he deliberately dragged his fingers along my slit, eliciting more need and driving me mad. “And you somehow managed to get one of my gardeners to report you to the police?”
My eyes shifted back and forth as I recalled the memory of that poor gardener and his family. In an attempt to help me, he reported me to the police, but Darren’s crooked cops turned him over instead. It not only cost him his life but the lives of his family as well.
My hopeful optimism that day had quickly turned into a devastating lesson I would never forget. If Darren even merely suspected someone of helping me escape him, we would all be punished.
“That man was a complete stranger to you,” he continued, pressing his fingertips over my clit and making me bite my tongue.
“You didn’t even know his name. Yet you couldn’t stand to watch that complete fucking nobody get tortured right in front of your eyes.
” The corners of his mouth curled as my hips twitched under his cruel touch.
“And now you expect me to believe that after carrying our child for nearly nine months, you’re going to just decide that you’ll feel absolutely nothing for them? ”
I sighed in frustration, my pussy on fire as Darren’s tongue dipped back down, slowly lapping me up at an excruciatingly slow pace.
He was right though. My hopes were far-fetched, a pipe dream at best, to be able to sever the connection I had with my conscience completely.
But over the years, I’d somehow learned the ability to dull it. Just like he had.
“You think I’m still that same girl?” I shot back with a false laugh, fighting against the needy pressure in my core.
“I’ve watched you torture and kill dozens of people since then and never even blinked.
Even I have my own body count now. You’ve been working so hard to desensitize me, and now that it’s worked, you want me to suddenly feel again?
For the sake of a child that even you won’t love? Get real.”
Darren’s eyes narrowed while his lips formed a devilish smirk. And then his mouth covered my pussy entirely, sucking it deep into his mouth while his tongue speared right into my core. My eyes practically rolled into the back of my head.
“My little queen,” he drawled, his fingers sliding through the mess he was making of me.
“Are you trying to tell me you wouldn’t even blink at the torture of a child right in front of you?
Because if that’s the case, I know of a few pedophile rings where we can test that theory.
But judging by your reaction to my own childhood torture, I have serious doubts about your convictions. ”
My head shot up, ready to bite his whole face off. “Why? You want me to destroy that part of your trade too?”
I had never wanted to consider the possibility that Darren trafficked children. I could not live a single day knowing that information. I would kill him. Right then and there. Consequences be damned.
Two fingers then speared inside me, curling to rub right against my G-spot, granting Darren the loud moan I had been denying him.
“Why?” he asked, looking up at me between my legs. “Do you have something against child labor?”
I paused for a moment, holding my breath with a heavy uncertainty of broaching this topic. “If you tell me you traffic children, I’ll kill you. I swear to God, Darren, I will kill you.”
He chuckled softly as his eyes returned to my pussy, then sucked my clit deep into his mouth.
I threw my head back at the intensity of the suction, his tongue rolling across the sensitive nerves and making my hips twitch even more.
When he finally released my tortured clit, I exhaled a sigh of relief and agitation at the same time.
“You know, kids make for very good cheap labor, especially the boys,” he continued.
“Not many people suspect children of selling or moving drugs. But they’re very hard workers in any field of work when they’re properly incentivized.
They grow up to become family in this organization, and they’re grateful for a place to call home. ”
I clenched my jaw so hard I thought the bones would break. “You must really think you’re a saint, huh?” I spat.
I dreaded the day I would hear him admit to exploiting children for sex, but based on his cleverly calculated answer, he only admitted to child labor.
I wanted to believe he had a limit somewhere, but it was difficult to conceive knowing he had killed children in the past. Like Katherine’s nine-year-old sister.
Darren chuckled again, the sound enraging me before he took my clit between his teeth and pulled, making me gasp as I saw stars through my tears of hatred.
“See, the angrier you get about children, the more I’m convinced you’re going to do everything you can to protect a child you claim you won’t love.”
I let my head fall back against the table, my eyes bolting up to the ceiling, completely exhausted by this horrid conversation.
“You will use this child to hurt me, which will also, in turn, hurt them.”
Darren returned his attention back to my body, those skilled fingers making my pussy swell with need as his tongue drove me to heights I never wanted to come down from. But when he took my clit between his teeth again, the cry that came from my throat was unrecognizable.
“Pain is what makes us stronger, Jaden,” he offered, his warm breath blowing on my sensitive skin. My blood was rushing like lightning, my heart feeling like it was about to explode. “Look how far you’ve come because of it.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, because my PTSD has really been doing me wonders lately,” I replied, my voice dry with disdain.
Just when I thought he was about to finally let me come, he stopped, withdrawing from me completely and leaving my pussy to weep for release.
“Everything has its price,” Darren said with a sigh. “You’re not the only one paying it.”
My face turned into an instant scowl. I didn’t ask to pay for anything.
“I could die in childbirth, Darren,” I reminded him. “You’re willing to risk that high of a price for a baby?”
His gaze instantly hardened. “You’re not going to die in childbirth, Jaden,” he replied sharply, dismissively.
“It happens all the time. To perfectly healthy women.”
“I already told you how you’re going to die. Nothing is going to change that.”
I scoffed with a laugh. He was so fucking delusional. “Then what price are you paying for this child, huh? What sacrifices are you gearing up for?”
Darren turned his gaze to sweep down my body, his eyes landing sorrowfully on my exposed, swollen pussy.
“The temporary suspension and increased fragility of my most treasured possession,” he answered, genuine disappointment in his voice.
“Your growing vulnerabilities and the potential for my enemies to exploit them will be a constant source of anxiety for me, which is why you won’t be leaving the grounds until you’ve fully recovered from labor. ”
The insult I was ready to hurl at him died on my lips as he resumed my torture. His tongue circled the edges of my core again, my clit devastated from the lack of attention.
“So, nothing. You’re sacrificing nothing. What a shock,” I bit out.
“And now we circle back to this attitude of yours. The one I gave you plenty of time to sort out.”
“Pregnancy hormones are a completely different level of attitude. I’m gonna need more time,” I groaned, straining painfully against my cuffs as my legs began to cramp uncomfortably.
Soft pleasure then abruptly bloomed perfectly over my clit, my body breaking out into a sweat as my focus bounced back and forth from our conversation to what Darren was doing to me.
But then he withdrew again, the unbearable loss causing me to scream aloud as my pussy pulsed with the painful urgency for release.
“What you actually need is a good ass beating,” he growled, the threat not even the least bit distracting.
“Not unless you want me to miscarry.”
My voice was breathy and strained, my chest heaving up and down and creating quite a show for the demon lingering between my legs. Darren hummed quietly as he brushed his fingertips along my skin, the slight touch not enough to bring any form of relief.
“I’ve already calculated those risks, Jaden. I’ve even calculated you inducing one yourself.”