Chapter 5
Rue
“Give me your phone.”
Leon holds his hand out to me. I tense but hand it over. There’s no way he saw the exchange at the club. I’m sure of it. He was too relaxed the rest of the night, pounding shots and openly groping me in front of everyone. I want to shower so badly, but Leon hasn’t excused me from his presence.
He scrolls through it, looking for any sign that I’ve done something wrong. I don’t know what Carnage did to it when I gave it to him. Did he put something on it that Leon will find?
“Shoes,” he grunts. “You don’t like the shoes I got you?”
“I do. They’re really nice, but when Danny asked me my shoe size I was curious about what the latest styles are. That was before you gave me these.”
“Huh.” He tosses the phone onto the mattress and I relax a little. “Take off your clothes.”
Oh no. Not this game. “Can I shower first?”
“No. Do it.” He sways slightly, indicating how drunk he is, and I’ve already learned that defying him when he’s had a lot to drink won’t end well for me.
It’s been months since he’s asked me to do this, but if it’s anything like it was before, I’m about to hate life.
Standing, I slowly start to peel out of my clothes. Leon sits on the edge of the bed, watching me with hooded eyes and rubbing himself through his jeans. I can’t believe I’m in this situation. Every day I wake up hoping it will all turn out to be a bad dream, but it never does. This is my reality.
Once I’m down to my underwear, I pause, hoping he’ll pass out or not demand more, but that hope is quickly dashed.
“Off.” Leon motions with his finger towards my briefs.
With my eyes closed, I tug them down and off, then slowly stand up straight. It couldn’t be more obvious that I’m not turned on. My dick has never even twitched with interest in his presence.
Leon nods as his eyes roam up and down my body. “Let me see that hole. That perfect, unused pink hole.”
Fuck. It’s the same game.
I bend over the bed, burying my face in my folded arms, waiting for Leon to do what he does. I hear his heavy breathing and some rustling as he shifts closer to me and roughly squeezes my ass cheek.
“Fuck, your skin is perfect,” he mumbles. He drops to his knees behind me, his face close enough that I can feel his breath on my hole.
He could do anything he wants to me right now. He could fuck me and I couldn’t do anything to stop it, but for some reason he doesn’t. He’s saving me. He must have some kind of virginity kink, which is fine with me. It’s buying me much-needed time.
“You looked sexy tonight,” Leon says. “Everyone wanted you, but you’re mine.” He lightly touches my rim and I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing it away. “Sven was willing to pay me a lot of money to hand you over, but I told him you were priceless.”
I think I’d rather go with Sven at this point. No, wait. Then I’d just be another sex worker to him like Jasmine and Trudy are.
“I told him you were a virgin and he doubled his offer. Such a prize,” he purrs, even as my stomach churns with disgust. “I’m gonna be the first dick you’ve ever had. Aren’t you excited for that?”
“Yes,” I whisper, just to appease him.
Leon rises and my whole body seizes with fear. Is he going to do it tonight? My pulse speeds up when I hear the whirr of his zipper, and when he digs his fingers into my hips, my eyes well with tears.
Fuck. He’s gonna do it. He’s gonna rape me.
“Mmm,” Leon hums, bumping his erection against my ass. At least he’s still wearing his underwear, but for how long?
He grinds against me, roughly handling me and grunting. His dick doesn’t feel huge at all, which is a small relief, but that knowledge doesn’t make enduring this any easier.
“You’re gonna be so tight,” Leon grunts. “So hot and perfect and mine.”
My eyes well with tears I struggle to hold back. This is humiliating and terrifying and I’m powerless to stop it. Even if I resisted, it wouldn’t do me any good. Leon is much stronger than me and he has a gun.
So I stay still as he grinds into me and kisses my shoulder. His hand moves to my hair and he tugs it, making my scalp sting. My skin cries out for relief from his rough touch, and as I squeeze my eyes closed tighter, I try to imagine anything but this.
Carnage’s face fills my mind, his concerned eyes that night in the bathroom, the command in his voice tonight, his promise to find me. I cling to it, pretending he’s the one behind me, worshipping me, consensually asking for my body, and I give it to him willingly. After all, he rescued me.
“Fuck,” Leon grunts, shattering my fantasy into a thousand pieces.
He backs away slightly, but seconds later, warm liquid hits my skin and I actually retch. Oh god, he’s coming on me. My skin crawls as his release drips down my ass and onto my thighs. Ew. Fuck.
Leon stumbles back, chuckling. “You look hot like that.”
Still fighting back tears as much as I can, I quietly ask if I can shower now.
“I don’t give a fuck,” Leon says before slapping my ass hard.
I manage to make it to the bathroom on shaky legs and turn on the shower. As soon as the hot spray hits my face, I break, letting the tears fall and mix with the water. At least he didn’t actually fuck me. I’ll take humiliation over penetration any day, but it’s coming. I know it is.
After my shower, I find Leon passed out and snoring in bed. Thank fuck. The house is quiet but that doesn’t mean it’s empty. Someone is always lurking, making sure I can’t slip away in the night.
So I climb into bed and roll onto my side away from Leon, silently praying to the universe to help me out of this mess. If not Carnage, then send someone. Please. I can’t take much more of this.