Chapter 7
SEVEN
Nevaeh
All I can do is cry as the man bruises my thighs and pumps into me.
The chains rattle. My nails bite into the leather binds. His ragged grunts bounce off the cold stone walls.
His strokes come fast, tearing me apart with each punctuating thrust of his hips. I’m clinging to consciousness as pain pulses in and out and tears gloss my eyes. It’d be so much easier if I could just… go to sleep.
If I could black this out…
But the man’s hips won’t let me forget. His thick penis tunnels deep in a constant reminder of what’s happening.
The ache he brings me as I stretch to accommodate him.
The air he knocks out of my lungs with every thrust. The bruises he pinches into me, groping my thighs and hips in his ironclad grip.
Despite my protests, I rock along with him, shaking, twisting in the binds. My bent knees press against my chest, and I swing on the chains as he holds me in his arms and pumps away.
What was once pain from the dry stretch builds into tiny blips of wet pleasure. He slides in easier, my vagina slicking from arousal. Even as I cry and struggle, my body doesn’t care—it betrays me as warmth spreads throughout.
No… no… no!
I scream the word a thousand times. If not out loud, in my head.
But the only sounds that answer me tell me yes.
His throaty grunts near my ear. The slap of our skin as he grips me and pounds into me. My desperate gasps spliced between choked cries of pleasure and pain.
The crass sounds play on a loop, growing louder.
The man’s a brute. He’s rough and cruel in how he squeezes my breast and rubs my clit. All touches that show he doesn’t care what I like. Him groping my body like his newest toy is for his enjoyment only.
And he wants me to know.
As he grunts near my ear, his beastly pants blow strands of hair in my face. He slams into me and grinds his hips, the rumble from his chest letting me know how good it feels. How good I feel clenched around him.
Tears spill down my cheeks and I shake my head side to side. The deepest sense of horror and shame eats away at me, battling with the hot wet pleasure that radiates from my sex. I can only fill my head with thoughts of Caelian.
Wishes I could be with him.
Prayers he could rescue me.
Sadness some other man is invading my body the way he is… and I’m aroused. My body trembles from the pleasure he inflicts on me, the beginnings of an orgasm starting.
No… NO.
I twist in my restraints to put up some resistance. The brute squeezes my flesh harder in punishment, making me flinch. He crushes me in his grip and fucks into me with new intensity.
My pussy responds. She spasms and tingles from the sweet spots he reaches. It’s as if he’s already familiar with my body, knowing how to wield his powers to force these reactions out of me. Cries of horror thicken into whimpers of approval.
Reactions I can’t keep contained for long.
I bite into the leather restraint hoping to block the next one from slipping out. The moan escapes anyway, the sound of my slick, pussy-throbbing betrayal.
I’ve been broken open and filled with lust. I’ve been turned inside out so that my darkest shame is on display.
Fists clenched and nipples stiff, I’m leaning into the moment. I’m bouncing along as the man fucks me. He grips me in the position I’m contorted into, and his huge, thick shaft sinks in deeper. He bottoms out to our groans and my shivers.
“Yes,” he growls into my ear, his strong fingers bruising the delicate flesh on my thighs. He holds me still so that only his hips gyrate, his penis sliding in and out easily. “Yes, bella, fucking take it.”
The word—the petname I’ve come to adore—pushes me over the edge. The sound rumbles in my ear and sets off a frisson of tingles through the rest of my body.
Bella.
His bella.
ALWAYS.
It can’t be real. It has to be my mind playing tricks on me. My attempt to pretend the man impaling me isn’t some stranger. He’s my husband.
The only way I can block out the barbaric reality of what’s happening.
I come with a loud cry that rings out for what must be miles. The orgasm blows through me in a rush of deep twitches and quakes. I thrash in the man’s arms, twisting and jerking in the chains that bind me.
But he doesn’t give a damn. He simply grips me tighter and unleashes an untold fury through the punch of his hips.
I’m fucked like I’ve never been fucked before, pounded into until I’m sobbing and my pussy’s on fire.
A second orgasm erupts from the sheer brutality of his fucking.
I liquefy in his arms, my eyes closing, my walls contracting around his girth.
He roars as he fills me up, his dick hot and engorged inside me.
I’m still out of it. Still lost in a stream of tears, confused if they were out of bliss or horror.
He pulls out of me, his heavy appendage flopping against his thigh.
With him no longer folding me up, my legs drop straight out under me. They barely feel like they belong to me, so tingly and numb. I’d probably drop to the floor if not for the restraints forcing my arms up.
I’m made to sway on the spot as he stands behind me and tucks himself away.
“Please,” I mutter. His cum dribbles down the inside of my thigh. “Please… just let me go. You’ve gotten what you wanted.”
He doesn’t dignify my plea with an answer. He ignores me like the woman before him had.
His boots thud in the dark room as he moves to get something out of my sight.
“I don’t know anything,” I say in a whiny, panicked tone. “I swear… I… I was just going with my mother and Ignazio because—OWW!”
A sharp bolt of electricity strikes my bare flesh. Some kind of cattle prod-like item pokes into the side of my torso and zaps me. A second bolt comes no more than a couple seconds later, this time on my stomach.
“OW!” I scream again. A third zap pings my left thigh. “STOP! STOP IT!”
The man uses the device to set off tiny pulses of electricity all over my body. He travels from my torso to my thighs and then my breasts.
For a second time tonight, I’m twisting in my binds as he drags the prod over the soft mound and then a flash of sharp pain rushes through my nipple. I arch against the electric shocks raining down on me and plead with him some more to stop.
“Tell me,” he growls. “Tell me what you were doing.”
“I was… OW… I was just… OW!” I cry out against a zap to my other breast. “I was he-helping my… I was helping my family… OW!”
It seems there’s no reasoning with him.
He releases another infuriated growl that disturbs me deep in my soul and then unleashes a stream of sharp electricity through my body.
The prod taps against my stomach, then thighs, then the plump mound of my mons pubis.
I’m heaving for air, begging for mercy as the electro device works its way to every part of me.
Sweat slicks my skin. I’m shaking in place, twitching from the electric pain even seconds after he’s stopped.
“Please,” I cry dazedly, my face wet from tears. “Please… I… shouldn’t have… I know I shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean it…”
The electric cattle prod clangs as the man lets go of it and it hits the floor. He steps around me, still a tall, broad man shrouded in shadows.
It’s impossible to know what to expect next. If more punishment’s coming.
My cries deepen.
I cry over the pleasure that was forced onto me by a man holding me captive.
I cry about being his captive in the first place and how I could ever be so stupid to run off with Mom and Ignazio like I had.
For what feels like minutes, I cry so hard, I’m once again an empty well by the end.
Sad, pathetic snivels are all I’m capable of.
The man watches me, his face hidden in the dark.
When he turns away for the cell door, I assume he’s about to leave me to wallow in misery.
Instead he flicks on the single strip of light overhead, bathing me in its blinding brightness.
I squint against what feels like the whitest light I’ve seen in my life, then realize whose wolfish gaze I’m peering into.
My heart stops beating. The surprise is too great.
“Cael… Caelian?” I gasp. “You’ve taken me captive?”
He grins, gripping my chin harshly. “That’s right, mia bella ballerina. We’re just getting started.”