Chapter 26 TRACE
TRACE
Ifeel my heart start to pound, adrenaline and hunger taking its course through my veins as I look into Olivia’s devious eyes.
This is what I've been missing all these years.
I knew that no matter what I did to get over her—to forget the way her bare fucking skin felt against mine, the sound of her moans even in pain, or the devotion in her eyes—everything about her will always be permanently stamped into my fucking soul.
Even after the fucking heartbreak she left me with, the betrayal she enacted.
It fucked me up for years. And I want to forgive her for it, I do.
Especially because I know she can’t remember what she did.
But it’s hard to imagine when you know with all your heart that pain like that just fucking festers.
It just eats away at your resolve until there’s nothing left.
But all of this wasn’t just because of that pain.
It was a part of it, but it wasn’t the sole reason I’ve come here to taunt her, edge her and toy with her emotions.
I did it because she needed a reminder. She needed a push.
I watched her for years as she went through personal changes all because of that one night.
I watched her lose herself, watched her try to accept this new version of herself but I also witnessed her slipping away, consumed by grief she couldn't remember. And she wanted to escape. She wanted to run away. But I knew that no matter where she ran, she would forever be tied to the unknown of the night that plagues her. She’ll never be free because she can’t let go.
If I can help her let go, if I can help her remember, I want to do that for her.
So I sent her the invite.
I knew that I didn’t want her to experience what Seren went through; feeling like no one is on her side.
Feeling like she has to run away. I knew I had to do something to get her to face her fears.
Though, I realized not long after that she was always going to end up on this mountain, because someone else wanted her here just as badly. And that can only mean one thing.
Someone knows what I know. Or at least part of it.
And that person is here, waiting for her to make one wrong move.
So yeah, while I wanted to hunt her down and wring her of pain and fear, it’s not mainly because she broke her promise to me; that’s what I told her and while that fact remains true, it’s not what caused me to target her.
She needed someone to help her, to save her from herself.
She’s the only one who can do that, and one unconventional way to possibly help her evoke those missing memories is to bring them out using the two things she’s seemed to have locked away: pain and fear.
A response caused by trauma. Something I know because I read her files.
But doing all of this, the chasing, the edging, the taunting and so on, it’s just a bonus that she happens to crave earning her pleasure that way. That she’s also manifested the feeling of fear into something she can benefit from. Another trauma response.
I look down at her now. The lights flashing around us as screams fill the air in echoes, eyes brimming with tears, her cheeks hollowed out as she gags on my cock.
Fuck she’s sweet, owning up to her cravings and trusting me enough to let it all play out.
On her knees and giving up herself for me.
I fuck her mouth hard, pushing myself in and out, going deeper with the assistance of the hold I have on her head.
Her lips feel like velvet wrapped around my dick; something else for me to get addicted to.
And I could come down her fucking throat looking at her like this.
I know my obsession with Olivia might have cost me some fucking answers tonight but I’m a selfish fucking man for admitting that I can’t escape the grip she has always had on me.
I didn't want to let it slip; I wanted to feel her reach into my fucking soul and possess me.
And she does. Just by looking at me, I can feel what I've always felt.
That twisted feeling of being so agonized by emotions. Consumed. Swallowed. Enthralled.
Olivia starts to gag harder, her tears falling beautifully as she lets me fuck her mouth.
“That too much for you, pretty girl?” I use my other hand to wipe the tears from her cheek, a sweet relief to the harshness of my movements, doing exactly what she begged me to do.
Over and over, I thrust into her pretty fucking mouth.
Her gags and whimpers vibrate over my cock as she takes what I give her.
I don't go easy, because she broke my fucking heart and this is my claim on her.
This is how she will realize that my heart was always her to break, but there's a fucking consequence for taking advantage of that.
She reaches between us and cups my balls in her palm.
"God damn," I growl, throwing my head back.
"You feel that, baby? You feel that force between us?
You feel how fucking perfect my cock fills your mouth?
You feel how wet your pretty pussy gets every time I hit the back of your throat?
That's what it feels like to be mine, Olivia. "
My moans coax a wild whimper from her, her whole body damn near going slack. I grip the back of her head, wrapping my fingers through her hair so tight as I thrust deep, once for every word I speak.
"Only."
Thrust.
"Fucking."
Thrust.
"Mine."
Faster.
"Only."
Thrust.
"Fucking."
Thrust.
"Mine."
Faster.
"Only."
Thrust.
"Fucking."
Thrust.
"Mine."
Over and over against until my tempo is savage and relentless and until I know I'm close to coming. But I'm not done with her.
I stop. Holding her by the back of her head and watching has tears stain her flushed cheeks.
She gasps deep as I finally slide my dick out, and then she starts panting as she looks up at me.
"Hmm, baby," I chuckle sadistically, running my thumb over the curve of her swollen lips. "You're so fucking cute."
I help her up to her feet and immediately pull her into me.
She moans into my mouth as I take her lips into mine.
I can tell she's thankful for the relief of my unrelenting thrusts, soothing her over with my tongue as she melts into me.
She's grinding herself over my leg and I spread her thighs with my knee to assist her, pushing into her for the slightest amount of friction.
"You need me, don't you, Olivia? You want me to take care of that pretty pussy of yours?" I murmur across her lips.
She nods her head against me, her eyes greedy for a release.
I've got her right where I want her. Vulnerable enough to open up the fucking gates of her caged emotions, leaving the doors unlocked.
It'll allow me to penetrate that reserve of hers and unleash fear and pain to overwhelm her, making her succumb to her reality.
One, that she belongs to me.
Two, that she will be fucking free of the shadows that she keeps hidden and contained.
She will be vindicated.
I pull away from the kiss and squeeze her cheeks together, watching her eyes go wide as the very clear mark of arousal coats her cheeks in the prettiest fucking pink.
“I need to fuck you,” I tell her, a primal determination taking over. "I need to fuck every little whimper out of you, Olivia. I want to own every one of your orgasms and make you realize that the only nightmare you're allowed in your head is me."
She surrenders herself to me when I grip her by the front of her throat and pull her mouth into mine.
Her tongue slides against mine, teasing my piercing before she sucks my bottom lip between her teeth.
Her brazenness expands a kernel of need tight in my stomach as I greedily drag the air from her lungs, kissing her with so much fucking aggression that I know I've made it hard for her to breath.
But when she finally catches her breath, her hand reaches out for my cock.
Her soft, warm hand grips me and her finger plays with my piercing.
She doesn't let her eyes wonder, staring straight to the depths of my fucking soul.
She elicits a ravening groan from me before she leans up and brushes her lips across mine.
“Then fuck me,” she responds and I don't wait another second.
I lift her up by the back of thighs, rushing her over to the mirrors.
She wraps her legs around me as I push her up against the surface, her back hitting it hard enough to cause it to shake and we hear screams let out in response to it on the other side, but neither of us stops.
Our movements are fevered and rushed, as I rip through the hole in her tights even more, making the opening wider.
Then I stretch the fabric over her panties to the side and line myself up against her entrance.
She balances herself by gripping my shoulders, clenching her fists into the fabric of my hoodie and eagerly looking in my eyes as focus on steadying her with one hand, while guiding myself in with the other.
“Tell me if it’s too much, Olivia. Tell me if I need to stop, and I will.”
She simply nods while biting her lip, but that's not clear enough for me.
"Your words, baby. You know I need to hear you say it."
"I'll tell you, Trace. Please, don't make me wait any longer," she begs and then I push into her.
She immediately throws her head back, moaning as she grinds her body against mine.
I thrust into her over and over again, hitting her deep every time.
She’s so loud, I worry someone might actually hear her but through the whir of the chainsaw, the screams resounding, and the music that plays overhead, I don’t fucking care.
I feel my piercing every time I thrust in and out, pressing against her tight walls. Fuck, I've never needed to come so fucking bad before. The way she moans into my slightly parted lips kindles an unbridled animistic need in my soul; I need to claim her.
“God damn, Olivia. You’re so fucking tight.” I drive my hips into her, over and over as I take her further into the inescapable and all-consuming abyss with me.
Her eyes roll back, whimpers falling from her parted lips.
She looks so fucking good like this, giving herself up to me, letting me fuck her into oblivion.
Her lipstick is smeared, mascara runs down her face, tights are torn.
Obsessed is not even remotely close to how I want to describe the way I feel right now.
Visceral. Haunted. Enraptured.
I'm not just claiming her, but she is possessing me. Swallowing me whole.
I lean down and take her bottom lip between my teeth, holding it there while I thrust one, two, three times. Her fingers scrape against my skin, digging into my neck and a full-body shudder racks me.
“I missed you so much,” she whines behind lusty eyes, and my cock loves that response. Hell, I love that response. It's raw and deep and devotional.
It’s taken a lot of restraint to stick to the shadows over the years, ignoring the fact that I've been so incontestably in love with her. But watching her now, looking at the way she takes me, the way she craves me, the way she submits to me, it was all fucking worth it.
“Baby, I’m gonna need you to come for me,” I whisper into her mouth.
She nods her head, a greedy gesture as she tries to present herself coherently, but it's no use. She's fucking putty in my arms. My baby loving how I fuck her fast and deep.
“The mask,” she breathes. “I wa- want you to wear it for me. P- please, Trace.” Her begging has me willing to damn near do anything for her.
When she looks at me with her intoxicating blue eyes, the dark sparkle that glows behind them, I’d be ready to tear the fucking world apart for her.
It’s what I’ve craved to do all along, but I had to wait for the right time. I had to be fucking patient for her.
She leans in and presses her lips to mine, but there’s nothing rough about this kiss she gives me. It’s soft and passionate, like she’s handing over the control she's worked so hard to maintain over the years. Like she’s announcing her trust in me.
I can’t help it. I can’t hold it in anymore. I stop thrusting, holding her firmly against the glass with my body as I lift her chin and bore my eyes into hers, lowering my voice to display sincere and irrevocable truth of my words.
“I love you, Olivia. I’ve never stopped loving you. From the very first fucking moment I ever laid on eyes on you, I knew you were always made to be mine.”
She parts her lips as she watches me, her eyes watering as she takes in my claim on her heart. She's breathing hard. And so am I. Both of us let the outside noise drown out, letting the background fade behind us as we pause for a beat, completely transfixed on one another.
“Trace, I-”
She gasps as I drop her to her feet, pulling out of her and flipping her around so that her back is to me.
Olivia puts her hands up against the glass surface, frantic, and I lift her skirt before pulling her torn tights and her panties down the back of her thighs.
She squirms against me as I lick my hand and press it against her pussy.
“Fuck,” she moans, dipping her head between her shoulders. pressing it to the cold glass.
I lower my mask over my face and twist my fingers into her hair, pulling on her head and craning her neck to look back to me. I lower my masked face to her ear as I tease her with my fingers.
“I don’t need you to say anything back, baby. I know you know that you belong to me. I just needed you to hear me say it. I need you to know that I love you, because I’m about to fuck this needy little cunt like I don’t.”