Chapter 12 Dove
DOVE
My head is pounding. It feels like a brass band is playing inside my head.
I don’t wake up warm and comforted. I’m cold and shivering. There are no clothes on my body and I can feel a cold, hard slab surface beneath my back.
I feel around in the dark, but all I can feel is the cold, hard surface in which I lay. My fingers brush the metal bars.
Wait, bars?
Where was I?
How did I end up in here? Wherever here was.
“Great, you’re awake.” I look around to where the voice has come from, but I see nothing. “Just in time for breakfast.” He says like it’s the most ordinary conversation in the world.
A dim light shines, getting closer and closer, and he kneels to look through the bars at me as he places the candlestick in the blackened holder on the ground.
My eyes blink repeatedly as I try to get used to the light. Looking into his eyes, my face drops. “Ashton?” I gasp.
“So you do remember me.” He smiles.
“Where am I?”
“Your home.”
“This is not my home.” I spit back. “Why am I locked up like an animal?”
“That’s a little unfair. I would never lock an animal up.” He smirks.
“But humans are fair game.” He was crazy. “Let me out now.” I demand.
“I don’t think you’re in a position to be making demands.”
“I want to go home.” I whine.
“You are home. Now, if you be a good girl, you’ll get out of that crate and if you don’t, I will treat you like an animal.”
I’m not sure what to say to him because he was just the new guy who moved to town. I wasn’t even sure how I ended up here. Nothing made sense.
“Now, I’m going to let you out for a while and let you stretch your legs. I’m hungry.” His eyes swim with darkness at the words ‘hungry.’
“People will come looking for me.” He sneers. “They will, your just a stranger and I’ve lived here my whole life.” I’m clutching at straws, I know I am but I have nothing else to give him other than the fear that he’d be caught.
“Your more of a stranger than me, little bird. Nobody knows a God damn thing about you.”
“Yes, they do.” I mutter. “They just like to pretend they don’t. I’m the girl with the tragic back story. This town is built on hiding things that aren’t sunshine and rainbows.”
“I’d love to hear about it.”
“Why are we friends now?” I mock.
“I’d like to think so.” He smiles.
“Do you often kidnap your friends?”
“Only the ones I like.” He winks. “Now, I’m going to let you out now. If you try to run, I won’t hesitate to throw you back in that cage.” He threatens.
I don’t say anything, I just nod because for all my bravery of acting like this wasn’t bothering me, I was completely terrified of him, there was a darkness there beneath his cool exterior and I wasn’t sure what it had to take for someone to decide to kidnap someone like this—no sane person would lock someone in a cage like this.
I didn’t want to show him I was scared, because I didn’t want him to win, but as I’d looked at my captor, I was terrified. Nobody would come and I would just die in the dark like a rabid animal.
He unlocks the cage and I hear the squeak of the door as it opens, I cower in the corner not daring to move, my eyes dart around the room looking at my surroundings, the dim light shows me that there is nothing here, a steel blackened door that he more than likely locked when he entered.
Chains hung from the ceilings and the walls.
What was this place? Stone flooring that explained why I had woken up cold and stone walls that were much like his house painted blacker than his heart.
“Come on, little bird, come on out.” I scowl at the ridiculous name he continues to call me.
On my hands and knees, I slowly crawl out of the cage. My knees dig into the floor and while it pinches with pain, I try not to make it look obvious as I crawl towards his feet.
“You can stand up.” How did he know if I could stand up, but as I get to my feet, I hear the bones in my legs crack and they feel much better. Looking down, there are bruises on my knees and my body was covered in dried mud.
“Good,” he smiles and grips my wrist, pulling me to the wall where the chains hang.
“Wait, I’m not running.” I protest. “I did as you asked.” I plead.
“I know, but I told you.” His eyes darken as his eyes penetrate my body. “I’m hungry.”
I watch as he pulls on the thinnest chain there and a materiel type seat that had chains hanging from it pulls down.
“This looks like a torture chamber.” I mumble, but he caught my words and I hear a throaty chuckle.
I don’t have time to react when I feel his large hands cup my ass and lift me into the air, my legs automatically flail in response as he puts me on the seat, he puts the steel cuffs around my ankles that have chains attached and holds my arm straight and cuffs each one of those.
I look at him with terror in my eyes and his eyes grow darker. Pulling on another chain, my legs are spread wide, and the seat is dipped to the back of the wall. I can feel the cold stone on my back.
“I can’t eat like this.” I whisper.
His fingers tease my hair and I watch as he inhales, his breath is on my neck, “no, but I can.” He whispers.
His hands grip my spread thighs and I’m terrified of what he’s going to do next. “Do you know my favourite thing about you, Dove?” I shake my head. “How fucking wet you get for me.”
“I’m not.” I cry as the first tears crawl down my face.
He tips my head and crawls a finger up my cheek, tasting the tears that are silently dropping.
“These are mine, you are mine.” He holds my chin until I look into his eyes, “now be a good little bird, while I eat my breakfast.” He licks his lips and as I watch the slow movement across his lips, my body betrays me and my pussy tingles with desire.
He stretches my legs wider and I wince at the pinch of pain that vibrates to my pussy.
He kneels before me, licking his lips, just staring at me.
I wish my hands were free so that I could hide my face.
His intense gaze makes me feel uncomfortable and seen.
I was so used to being invisible that the attention he was giving me right now somehow seemed foreign, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not.
It feels like the world stops when he’s looking at me, I’m entranced by the hunger in his eyes, I shake my head, I need to remind myself that he’s not good, he’s the bad guy, even if he does make my heart pound with every dark look.
I can’t help but think of all the times I’d sat in a comfy chair in the quaint little bookstore and let my eyes pour across the pages of a book, the excitement from reading the main female lead in book getting kidnapped by the dashing male lead who did the most delicious things to her.
I had gone home many times and thought about how the only way I could get turned on was the fantasy of these characters who didn’t exist, but now that it was my reality, I only had one thought: be careful what you wish for.
He still hasn’t touched me. Maybe he wasn’t going to. Maybe he just liked to scare me. He was still looking at me intently, only now his gaze had dropped to my dripping pussy.
I couldn’t hide the fact that the fear I felt turned me on. He could see it and it looked like he liked what he was seeing.
I couldn’t see what his fascination was. It was just the same genitalia that every woman had, but the way he looked at it, looked like it was the keys to the golden gates of heaven.
My body starts to relax because he just wants to look, that wasn’t what I thought he meant when he said he was hungry, I’m safe he’s not going to—a moan crawls from my body as I feel his hot, wet tongue press against my clit.
“Please, you don’t need to do this.” I wail as I feel him suck my clit between his teeth. Fuck, why does it feel so damn nice.
His tongue slides up and down my pussy and the rough, hot movement makes my body quake with desire. I knew I wasn’t supposed to enjoy this, but it felt better than straddling that damn bear.
He hums against my pussy and the vibrations of his tongue and the sound that comes from his throat hits my body in places that cause my entire body to shudder with need.
His head comes up, and he looks into my eyes as he slides a finger into my dripping hole that’s desperate to be fucked.
“There isn’t one part of your body that I don’t want to fucking devour, little bird.
You’re delicious.” His sweet words of encouragement almost make me forget he’s doing this against my will.
“You are mine.” He states as he pumps his finger in and out of me. I shake my head. “you don’t think you’re mine?” He asks.
“No,” I croak back, trying to hold in the moan that wants to rip from throat.
He slides in another finger and my head tilts back. Gasping with pleasure, he moves inside of me faster and faster until I can feel the build of desire curling in my stomach and then he stops—my head comes back down to look at him.
“See, you want to fucking cum for me, little bird, but do you want to know a secret?” I just look at him with my mouth gaping open. “You will cum when I say you can cum.”
I wasn’t sure I did want that, though, and I didn’t like how this man assumed he knew my body better than I did.
I couldn’t deny the attraction was there or the fact that every time he was near me my body reacted but I still wasn’t sure if I wanted what he said I wanted, I was forced to be here, last night was supposed to be the last time I stepped foot through his creepy doors.
All I wanted was my boring life back. I was supposed to be back at work. Shit, work.
“I’m supposed to be at work.” I mutter. He, of course, ignores me, but what did I expect him to appeal to my woes and let me go.
“Where do you work?” He asks as he dips his nose against my pussy, sliding it through my pussy lips.
“Uh,” I can’t summon the strength to give him an answer as his tongue darts in and out of my pussy, finally making my body shudder with enough pleasure to tip me over the edge.