Chapter 18 #3
The Dobermans circle me, snarling and barking. I curl into a tight ball, waiting for sharp canines to rip me apart.
God, please let me live through this.
Just then, a loud whistle rends the air, and the beasts fall back, answering their master’s call. My gaze collides with blazing blue irises.
“Sam,” I gasp.
He prowls toward me, his animal companions flanking him. Beautiful. It’s not a word typically used to encompass an attractive man, but it suits him.
By no means does my chosen adjective diminish his masculinity. Samuel Hendricks is alpha male incarnate. His flaxen mane was left unfettered this morning, but now the silken strands are piled into a topknot, granting me an unimpeded view of perfectly sculpted features.
“Go,” he commands the four-legged duo, and they disappear into the thicket, paws thundering through the dirt.
I swallow over the lump in my throat. “Sam—”
Hard fingers twist into my hair, yanking me to my feet.
“My name is Sandman,” he growls in my face.
My eyes lock onto the patch with his biker name. In my excitement to see him this morning, I completely missed it.
“Please,” I wheeze and point at my purse. “Asthma. Medicine.”
He cocks his head to the side, studying me like I’m an insect under a microscope. “Maybe I let you die,” he taunts, placing a feather-soft kiss on my lips. “Abandon you, like you did me.”
“Please—”
“Shh.” A calloused hand snakes across my mouth. “You cost me the hearing in my left ear. Tinnitus. Ever heard of it?”
I shake my head, tears spilling down my cheeks.
“It’s a constant ringing in the ears.” He falls quiet, a faraway look in his gaze. “I drove myself crazy thinking about hurting you… about burying my cock deep inside your body,” he rasps, unbuttoning my blouse. “And now here you are.”
I try again, “Sam—”
“That’s not my fucking name anymore!” he bellows, slamming me into a tree.
“Sorry,” I sob, fire burning a hole in my lungs. “I’m sorry.”
“Sam is dead.” He brandishes a knife and presses the tip into my left ear, but not enough to draw blood. “You killed him.”
My blood turns to ice in my veins. “Please, no, no, no.” I try to turn my head away, but his steel fingers clamp onto my jaw, holding me prisoner.
“What will you give me in return?”
“A-anything y-you w-want.” I heave out each word between short inhalations.
Sandman deftly slashes the blade through my cotton bra, and warm air hits my bare chest as the fabric falls away.
I cry out but keep my arms motionless at my sides, though my knee-jerk reaction is to fight.
But fighting is suicide. He’s bigger and stronger than me, probably faster too.
I have to be smart about this. Compliance is all I have left.
“Sweet, sweet Zilphia,” he murmurs, his voice dark and full of hate.
I whimper, feeling the knife’s honed edge pierce between my breasts and continue downward, creating a thin red line to my belly button.
“Hurting you makes my dick rock-hard,” Sandman groans, grinding his heavy erection into me. “Has anyone had you? Or is that pussy untouched?”
“Un-untouched,” I stammer.
“All mine,” he declares, reverently licking the blade clean. “Fear… nothing tastes more decadent than fear.”
Acid churns in my stomach and climbs up my throat, making it harder to breathe.
I’m at the mercy of a monster. I thought being mauled to death would be a cruel fate, but he’s far worse.
His eyes are blue glaciers of hate. The lines on his handsome face, once soft and welcoming, are now rigid and drawn.
The kind-hearted boy I once knew is well and truly gone.
He drops the knife in the sheath at his hip.
“Are you going to kill me?” I whisper, my vision blurry with tears.
The monster smirks. “Not yet.”
He dips his head, his mouth closing around one nipple while his rough hand punishes the other—pinching, twisting, yanking until I’m shaking from the pain. I squeeze my hands into fists, letting him have his way. Then, without warning, he savagely sinks his teeth into the rigid peak.
“Please stop,” I beg, struggling to pull oxygen into my burning lungs.
The monster sinks to his knees and yanks my denim skirt up.
My eyes widen. “What are you doing? Please don’t.”
His fervent blue gaze holds me captive as he slowly drags my panties to my thighs. Then, using his thumbs, he spreads my pussy lips open.
“So pretty,” he murmurs as his thumb circles my clit. “The things I’m going to do to you would make the devil blush.”
An involuntary moan escapes my lips. No. I don’t want this, not from him. I focus on the long cut marring my torso, the red stark against my brown skin, reminding myself that he is a monster and my body shouldn’t react to him. But it’s a battle I’m quickly losing.
Sandman nestles his face between my thighs, languidly stroking his tongue over my clit. He takes his time, sipping and slurping my swollen clit.
Left to right, up and down, his tongue thoroughly explores my pussy.
A warm spark flares to life in the pit of my stomach, then grows to a raging firestorm.
I erupt, mentally disintegrating into a million tiny particles, reforming, then bursting apart again.
My saturated walls pulsate and spasm uncontrollably, violently clenching my lower abdomen.
It’s white hot… the sweetest, cruelest encompassing torture imaginable.
I grasp his shoulders, my head dropping back against the tree. My eyelids flutter closed, mind rebelling, praying for this nightmare to end… hating that my body yields to his pleasure.
His hands slip over my hips and around my ass, his fingers meeting at my rimmed entrance, lightly fondling the tight ring.
“Untouched here too?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Then I’ll take this first,” he rumbles thickly. “Your pain will be so delicious, sweet Zilphia.”
Blinding pain sears through me as his teeth dig into my clit. It hurts so bad, my entire body shudders, every nerve ending wailing in protest. I try to scream, but I can’t; my chest is too tight.
“Ow, ow, ow,” I sob hysterically, snot trickling into my mouth. “Please stop.”
He releases my clit and unfolds to his imposing height, seizing my throat in a crushing hold.
“That’s how it felt for me that night,” Sandman snarls, pressing his forehead against my tear-soaked cheek.
“I was in heaven, your lips on mine, your skin under my hands. Then you tore a hole through my fucking heart. How could you betray me? How?” he roars, shaking me to the marrow of my bones. “I loved you!”
“Sam.” His hand tightens around my neck. “Sandman,” I correct myself, fumbling for the right words. “I meant Sandman.”
“I would’ve done anything for you!”
“Please forgive me,” I gasp between broken coughs, swiping a hand across my runny nose.
“I’m going to be your hell on Earth.” His disdain-filled gaze rakes over me before he turns away and retrieves my purse. “Want this?” he taunts, presenting my inhaler like a cruel prize.
“Yes,” I croak past dry lips.
The monster beckons me forward. “Then come and get it.”
I take a hesitant step.
“No,” he clips out. “Crawl.”
Rough terrain bites into my skin as I sink to my hands and knees. Bleeding, half naked, and barely breathing, I push forward on quivering limbs—only stopping when my head bumps against his leg.
“Kiss my boots,” he commands.
Having no other choice, I plant my lips on one dust-covered boot, then the other. My tears drip onto the worn leather, creating miniature puddles.
“Now lick them.”
Again, I obey my tormentor, lapping the front of each boot clean. He ambles to my side and places his foot against my rib cage, roughly nudging me over.
“You belong to me. Every breath you take… every heartbeat… is mine,” Sandman proclaims, brutally grinding his foot into my chest. “Don’t bother going to the police.
We own them. Cross me and your entire family is dead, starting with your beloved grandmother.
I’m going to mindfuck you into oblivion…
until you have no willpower left… until you’re nothing but an empty shell. ”
He drops my inhaler and purse next to my head, then strolls back the way he came, whistling for his canine friends.
I scramble for the small metal canister and quickly breathe the medicine into my lungs. I lie there on the ground long after the monster is gone, digesting everything that’s happened. I can’t run. Even if I tried, where would I go? I’m trapped and completely under his control.