33. Game
Game
I finished my exam in record time and then headed home. It was already getting dark because of the seasonal time change, and with snow piling on, I gritted my teeth at the inconvenience.
A shadow moved behind me, and I spun around, ready to fight back.
Nothing. I was pretty paranoid. Police tape barred my access to the main entrance, and I shivered as I went around toward the parking area instead.
What had happened inside my building? My heart raced as I pictured Jack lying on the floor of my apartment, shot dead by the cops.
I rushed ahead, but before I got to the entrance, someone grabbed me to the side.
I yelped, but before I could do much more than that, Jack shoved me inside the trunk of his car and closed it. The small space seemed to close in on me, and I pounded against the ceiling with little results.
“I want out!” I screamed as loudly as I could. The car moved forward, and something hit me in the back. I turned around, reaching into my pocket for my phone, but it was gone. Had he taken it, or had I dropped it somewhere?
“Shit... Shit...” I muttered, glancing back and trying to figure out what kept hitting me every time he came to a stop.
Finally, after some feeling around, I realized it was the suitcase I’d packed for my two weeks away.
He’d likely put police tape there himself, and suddenly, I wanted to be the one to shoot him, the bastard.
I hated enclosed places, but I’d never told him that, too scared he’d use it against me at the start.
Instead, he’d used it not knowing I was claustrophobic.
The ride took longer than necessary, but without being able to check the time, I didn’t know for sure. Maybe it had only been a few minutes, and my mind, in its panic, convinced me it had been hours.
When the car came to a stop, I moved my legs around, ready to kick him in the face and run for it.
I’d be giving him a piece of my mind, not caring at all about his no-swearing rules.
I had to remember he wasn’t the Jack I’d gotten to know anymore; he was going to be himself and hold nothing back.
And the thought of that sent excitement through me.
The key unlocked the back, and as soon as the trunk opened, I kicked out.
I got him right in the chest, and he staggered back as I jumped out.
My legs had gone more numb than I’d thought, and I didn’t get far at all before he grabbed me.
I landed hard in the snowy driveway and looked around at the forest surrounding us as he straddled my back.
“You fucking son of a bitch. I hate small spaces,” I screamed at him while I wriggled.
He tied my wrists together behind my back. “First of all, there’s no need to insult my mother,” he said with a chuckle. “Second of all, I can’t read your mind. And third―”
“Let me guess: language .”
“Exactly.” He pulled me to my feet and led me toward the cutest cabin I’d seen.
It wasn’t big the way I’d imagined, but instead, it looked as though it had, at most, one bedroom inside.
The rest of the surroundings were nothing but trees; he wasn’t kidding when he’d said the place was secluded.
Despite the situation, it was peaceful with the falling snow.
Even the Christmas lights decorating the small house, as well as a few of the pine trees, gave it such a cozy feel.
I snorted as he led me toward the house, but instead, he continued toward a large shed out back.
“I imagine you don’t want to get cut, so I suggest you kneel right here and stay still,” he said as he pushed me down to my knees in front of the chained door.
He unlocked it, and I thought of bolting, but with my hands tied behind my back, I wouldn’t get far.
The chain fell into the snow with a soft thud, and he slid the doors open.
Inside the small area were a bunch of chains and a small cot.
It reminded me a lot of the one I’d woken up on when he’d drugged me that first time we officially met; it seemed like a lifetime ago.
He pulled off my coat and threw it to the ground before closing the doors again. The lightbulb hanging overhead was the only illumination inside the place, giving it a creepy feel. As though this was the place where he butchered people.
I asked for this...
A high table on one side of the room caught my attention. He forced me to kneel again before I could see everything on there, but from what I did see, there were a lot of sex toys. I swallowed hard as I looked up at him.
“Is this something you usually do?” I already knew the answer was no, but I needed to hear him say it.
“No. I bought these a few days ago. Needed to prepare for your big day today.” He put a collar around my neck, and I shivered when the sound of a click locked it onto me. “Since this is what you wanted so much.”
He grabbed a small chain and hooked it to the collar before locking the other end onto a metal hook embedded into the floor; I hadn’t even noticed the thing next to my knee. At this angle, I couldn’t get up even if I wanted to, and suddenly, the ground was too cold through my leggings.
“Why did you want to play the victim?” he asked, sliding out his knife and pointing it at me.
“I want to add it to my report.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the full truth of it either.
“You’re hiding something, and until you tell me the whole reason, well.
..” He left the rest hanging as he stood.
He walked around me, and I yelped when he grabbed my ass and lifted me to my feet.
I was forced to lean forward with only his hands keeping me from falling flat on my face.
He ripped off my leggings and panties, and my body heated at the action.
But he didn’t touch me beyond that, instead forcing me back down to kneel.
This time, the ground was way too cold against my skin, and I shivered.
There was a loud click, and I glanced back as he moved a portable heater behind me. “This will keep you warm. Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold, now would we?” he said with a wink.
I wanted to call him every name in the book, but before I could, he grabbed the hem of my top and wrenched. It ripped, the sound resonating through the small room.
“You fucking bastard. What the fuck?” I yelled at him. I liked that top.
He just chuckled as he yanked it off of me, then proceeded to take my bra off next. Thankfully, the straps were detachable, so he didn’t need to ruin it. I was still fuming.
“I’ve been meaning to do this for some time...” He went back to the high table and dangled something in front of me. A ball gag, but instead of the gag, it was a bar of soap.
I gawked at him. “You wouldn’t...” But I knew all too well he very much would.
I pressed my lips together when he walked around me again, but he pinched my nose.
As I did my best to only suck in a few breaths here and there, he was eventually able to shove the bar between my teeth.
He strapped the leather bounds together at the back of my head, and I grimaced as the taste filled my mouth. I would murder him for this.
He grabbed something else but didn’t show it to me.
It was made of cloth with buckles on the side, kind of like a pair of panties that detached on the sides.
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy this,” he said with amusement as he slipped it under me between my legs.
I pushed my knees together, stopping him from being able to continue.
He stared at me for a few seconds before reaching behind him and pulling out a riding crop.
Without a word, he slammed it down against my upper thigh, and a muffled scream left me.
The soap tasted stronger as I bit into it, saliva dribbling down the corners of my mouth.
Fuck. You.
However, I parted my knees again, not wanting to feel that kind of sting again.
My body had healed from the beating I’d gotten a few weeks back, and I wasn’t planning on having that many more bruises.
Although I couldn’t deny this wasn’t the same thing at all; the way Jack took control in this situation, his calm demure, really turned me on.
As he put the crop away, he pulled out nipple clamps, and my heart skipped a beat.
I’d never had those used on me before, but I was excited to see how they’d feel.
He took a sip from the paper cup on the table, then leaned forward to suckle one of my nipples in his mouth.
I gasped; whatever he’d drunk was icy cold, and my hard peaks stiffened even more.
He pulled away and then clamped it, adjusting the tightness with care.
A slow throb turned into pressure between my legs, and I breathed a bit faster.
He did the same thing to my other nipple, and by the time he finished, I was panting.
Heat pooled from my pussy, and I nearly bit down against the soap again.
“You enjoy that, don’t you?” he said with amusement as he gave the small chain connecting the clamps together a small tug.
I moaned, arching back, throbbing with more need than I’d thought possible.
He grabbed the strange underwear, and a strangled sound left my throat as he pushed something big against my wet opening.
He thrust the dildo inside me, and I groaned against the building pressure.
Something hard pressed against my clit, and I whimpered as it vibrated to life.
Oh...they were that kind of panties.
I’d only ever seen these in pornos, and although I’d been curious to try, I never thought I’d be doing it while chained to the ground of a shed as a bar of soap assaulted my tongue.
He slid the doors open and glanced over his shoulder at me with an icier smile than the weather. “Enjoy yourself for a while.” They shut again, and I let out a growl as I throbbed with release.