Chapter 4 Remedy #3
My body stiffened at the accusation, dread sinking into my overworked heart. Of course I had considered it. But it wouldn’t stop him from impregnating me again, so what was the point?
“Do you know what I would do if I merely suspected you had deliberately done something to cause a miscarriage?” he asked, his voice getting darker with each word as his fingers resumed sliding between my folds, brushing against my clit.
“I would never do that,” I answered quickly, my stomach clenching from the incoming threat.
Liar.
Four of his fingers suddenly forced their way inside me, blissfully and painfully stretching me to the point of madness.
“Ah!” I cried, my hips and back arching off the medical table.
“I’d skin Camaro into a fucking rug to lay out in front of my fireplace,” he rasped over my cries, spreading his fingers to stretch my walls even more.
“And I would drag you back down into that basement, kicking and screaming, where I would make all those earlier days we spent down there look like a fucking vacation compared to what I would do now. You would stay down there for as long as it took until I was convinced you wouldn’t try to murder our child ever again.
” I could feel tears burning at the corners of my eyes, ready to spill at any second as I tried to focus on the ceiling instead of the acrid hatred burning in my heart or the scorching unbearable need to come.
“Look at me, Jaden,” Darren ordered, curling his fingers against my sensitive walls.
Sucking in a breath, I summoned the will to drag my eyes from the ceiling to connect with the domineering and callous gaze that had me teetering on the edge of hysteria.
Dread had wrapped itself tightly around my throat as I watched his beautiful dark blue eyes flicker with the promise of something cruel and insidious.
“Understand, my little queen, that I’d put you right back into that submissive robotic state you were in once before and keep you there until you fulfilled your duty and bore me as many children as I want. ”
I didn’t realize I had stopped breathing, didn’t notice the tears had finally broken free and were quietly spilling down my temples to gather in my hair.
My body felt like stone, like my blood had calcified in my veins, and I was incapable of an inch of movement.
I recognized my body’s response almost immediately.
Terror. The same terror I felt every minute of every day while I was trapped in that godforsaken basement with him. The terror that kept me locked in a perpetual state of mindless obedience just so I could survive another day.
I had recently somehow managed to endure a single night down there, surrendering to Darren’s harshest demand for my immediate freedom. But this time, I knew things would be different. I knew I wouldn’t leave that room the same person again. He would make sure of it.
And Camaro? My heart wouldn’t survive it.
“Is that what you want, Jaden?” Darren asked, his voice calm as he continued to drive my nerve endings through the fucking roof.
When I didn’t answer fast enough, he retrieved his knife from his belt and dragged the tip of the blade against my clit, causing a sharp gasp to escape my lips, the sting painful yet horribly pleasurable.
“No, that is not what I w-want,” I sputtered through tears and gritted teeth. “Because only one of us is in the habit of murdering children, Darren. And it sure as shit isn’t me.”
Smirking, he withdrew the knife, along with his fingers just to smack my pussy hard, causing me to yelp and writhe in anguish. Mercifully, he covered my agonized clit with his lips, kissing the pain away until my legs began to tremble.
“And how do you plan on proving that to me?” he asked, his eyes still trained on his task of torment.
Goddamn this man! This was the terrorist that thrived in him, the man who could coax anything out of anyone he wanted, and I was no exception.
“What are you going to do, Jaden?” he pressed, his tongue slowly sliding along my slit.
“I’m going to take care of the baby,” I moaned breathlessly, blinking away the liquid misery that continued to slide down the side of my face.
“That’s right,” he drawled, his praise a poisonous airborne pathogen infecting my brain. “And together, we are all going to be one big, happy family.”
A happy family.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
More slow, torturous licks wrecked my pussy, my body shaking with so much need, my hairline wet from all my tears. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Darren, please!” I cried, my wrists raw from straining against my cuffs.
My heartbeat was out of control, my breathing becoming far too erratic as Darren made a complete mess of my nerve endings. My begging spurred nothing as he gently sucked my burning clit into his mouth, releasing it quickly and bringing me back to the edge of hope.
“Are my expectations understood?” he asked, his voice firm with warning.
“Yes!” I replied, desperation on my tongue.
Another long slow lick all the way through my slit had me clenching my fists until my nails bit into my palms.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked, his eyes catching mine, the message of his actions clear as day.
“You,” I choked out, ready to just die already.
“That’s right. Fucking me.”
And then his mouth descended on me like a storm of fire, his fingers giving me every delicious stroke while his tongue strummed my clit like a goddamn violin.
I came in seconds, the orgasm bursting through my body like a tsunami, each wave crashing over and over until I was depleted of every molecule of energy I had left.
Before I had even finished coming down, Darren was hovering over me, his cock spearing right into my overstimulated pussy.
My orgasm lingered on as he continued to fuck me through it, my core clenching down on his cock with each hard stroke.
I cried and writhed under him, wanting less but needing more, hating him for all the control he had over me.
My back arched as another orgasm began to build, enticing his palms to cover my breasts as they bounced up and down. Running his thumbs over my sensitive nipples, he pinched and pulled them, eliciting a hungry moan from my throat as my clit pulsed with more need.
Releasing one breast, Darren reached down and pinched my clit, driving himself even harder into me like a goddamn savage. My body seized up as I came, locking my limbs in place as every muscle attached to my bones strained in response to the massive wave of pleasure still holding it captive.
Over and over again, my body clenched hard, my pussy clamping down on Darren’s cock for all it was worth.
“Fucking hell,” Darren groaned under his breath.
On a growl, he lunged forward as he came inside me, his hips thrusting deep as he took my thighs in a bruising grip. I could hardly catch my breath as my chest heaved up and down, exhaustion creeping up my spine.
But then I felt his fingers clench my jaw, diverting my attention back to him. His face hovered just above mine, wearing that soft yet smug look of conquest I knew better than to challenge right now. Because his agenda was not yet complete.
“Now, tell me you love me,” he demanded almost sweetly.
Each word was a knife to the throat. “I love you.”
He smirked. “Good girl.”
And then his lips pressed into mine, the kiss soft and tender, yet firm with the kind of passion that left me in a state of willful submission to a gentler form of dominance.
Or maybe I just lacked the energy or will power to resist. Despite the taste of my orgasmic trauma on his tongue, I gave myself over to the spell, hoping to soothe the beast so it might retreat back into the shadows faster. And eventually, it did.
With a seemingly satisfied grin, Darren slowly pulled out, then tucked his cock back into his pants, rolling his neck and shoulders as he stood back to his full height.
He then took out his phone and pressed a few buttons, my cuffs suddenly losing their magnetism and allowing my limbs to drop like the dead weight they were.
Pocketing his phone, he turned his heated gaze back to me, the sinister look leaving me deeply unsettled. He then removed his suit jacket and tossed it over my still naked, trembling body like a blanket.
“Do not disappoint me, wife,” he warned, then turned to leave, the door slamming shut behind him.
Summoning my last drop of strength, I turned to my side and pulled up my limbs, curling into myself on the medical table, and waited for the tremors to pass.
As I clutched the jacket, Darren’s scent and warmth enveloped me.
That dark and delicious smell was a warning that a dangerous predator was still nearby, making my stomach twist with anxiety.
I had been forced to taste the bitterness of defeat by Darren’s hand multiple times, but this time, the flavor was way off.
With future consequences laid out, my plans for this pregnancy had shifted.
I would do whatever it took to keep my ass out of that basement and Camaro from becoming a goddamn rug. My sanity depended on it.
When my body had finally regained some semblance of strength, I gently sat up from the table and pulled on Darren’s suit jacket, the length of the fabric easily covering my ass.
With his cum now dried and crusted on the inside of my thigh, I hopped down from the medical table and almost dropped to the floor.
My legs were so wobbly they could barely hold me up.
As I stabilized myself, mixed feelings of fear, anger, and hostility swirled in my chest, the image of the ultrasound still burning itself into my memories.
This child was now officially a clear threat to my carefully crafted existence and would change literally everything. I had to figure out a way to protect us both from the monster that would keep us here forever, at least until they were born.
I would have to be extra vigilant with myself and my health. If I did miscarry, I could not have Darren thinking I had caused it for even a millisecond. Because I would never recover.
And I would die before I let that happen a second time.