CHAPTER 40 ELODIE #2
“Now, it’s only turning me on more, so carry on.”
I know he’s not lying and I should stop, but my survival mode is running the show right now. “Please, Caden, give me one more chance.”
Once my wrists are secured, he drops and hovers his face above mine, watching me cry.
“Please,” I whisper this time, trying to get my breathing under control, trying to get him to hear me. “Please. I’ll let you do what you want, I swear to you. Just take the cuffs off.”
His eyes search mine, and I beg him to see what I’m screaming. I’ll take anything but the cuffs. Anything.
For a split second, his steadfast intent in those green eyes fractures, and my chest fills with hope. But it’s shattered when he continues to push down his trousers.
“I won’t be any good if I just roll over and show my belly every time you cry, Elodie. You need a firm hand, and I can be that for you.” He rips the trousers off, baring all his naked body to me.
His thighs are like the rest of him, porcelain white and just as hard. Slim and lean. No tattoos though. Just the ones all over his torso. The ones that promise death and pain. The ones that tell the tales of what this monster is capable of.
My frenzy replenishes, and I yank and kick and scream as he grabs his rock-hard cock.
It’s bigger than I remember it. I suppose at different angles, different circumstances, it would.
I took it for myself last time. It was my choice; I was in control.
Like this, it’s tormenting. Threatening.
Fucking huge. Long with a thick vein running a curve to the tip, which is already leaking pre-cum.
I halt at the sight of it so close to me, as he fists it at the base and points it at my face like a fucking gun. It’s like staring right down the barrel.
“You’re lucky, I got forty days backed up in here, I won’t last long. Unless you want me to. I could make it last all night if you keep this attitude up,” Caden hovers over me, eyes fixed on mine, a glimmer of predatory hunger shining in them.
My cries turn weaker, the defeat settling back into my bones as my body sinks into the mattress that still feels too soft.
“Thought you found me disgusting? How can you get off to someone you’re not even attracted to?
” There’s no point in begging now, my fate is sealed.
So I’ll make his first nut in over a month as miserable as possible.
He starts stroking himself, slow and tight, his lips pulled back in a snarl. “I’m attracted to the images of what I’ll do to your frail little body every time you disobey me.”
I’m powerless apart from my mouth, so I use it again. I spit in his face. It lands beautifully just below his eye.
He growls, lips curling up into a snarl. A hand whips to my throat and squeezes, constricting too tight to let any oxygen or venom through. “Keep going, princess, you’re only turning me on more.”
Aggression pulsates from him as he picks up the pace, his crown leaking with drops of cum now. His narrow hips buck into his hand just above my stomach, his cock surging close to my face with every thrust. At least he’s not sticking it in me. Being repulsive is having its perks right now.
His tight abs contract with every panting breath he releases, and I stare at the gash I’d sewn up with my own hands. For what? For a lifetime of this, what he’s doing to me right now?
You did the right thing, the darkness caresses in my ear.
I have no idea how that could be true. Not after it first told me to let him die. I should have listened to that. I shouldn’t have done a fucking thing for this despicable man.
I continue to watch him, the lust building in his green eyes, blowing his pupils wide as he stares at me.
His tongue pokes out to wet his bottom lip, his snakebite glistening.
I’m momentarily frozen at the sight as an unbidden heat surfaces in my belly.
If my hatred for this man wasn’t so thick, I could see just how beautiful he is.
And the way he’s looking at me, I could dare say he’s thinking the same thing.
An unexpected spark of something hot and desperate has me saying, “Where are you going to come?”
His breath hitches slightly, his fist working the length of his cock in a wild rhythm. “Where do you want me to come, princess?” His voice has dropped, stripped of any venom and disdain. He’s consumed by lust and pleasure – vulnerable, lost in the moment.
I think I am too, because I say, “Anywhere but my mouth.” I don’t want to taste him, don’t want his cum anywhere inside me, where I can’t wipe him off.
His eyes drop to my parted lips, and I can tell he’s thinking about finishing there just to spite me. But instead, he releases his dick and hauls up to his knees and, to my absolute horror, he yanks my trousers down.
“What are you doing?!” My panic grows again.
“You said anywhere but your mouth. I want to honour my fiancé’s wishes.” He pulls my bottoms off with ease, along with my underwear.
I kick my legs again, the previous moment of ambivalence passing between us obliterated across the room.
I didn’t think he’d want to go near my pussy, it didn’t even occur to me.
He said it his damn self. When he can’t get control of my legs, his bulging cock swinging in between them as he struggles to grab hold of one, he growls and pushes them both to the side, coming round to my ass and grabs my hips.
He gets hold of them and spins my body. The metal of the cuffs cutting into my skin as they’re twisted around with my contorting body.
I scream. “Caden! Stop, that fucking hurts!”
With his hands still on my hips, he hauls my body up, and I land on my knees. I’m in the same position as the girl just down the hall.
Caden positions himself behind me. I can feel the hot skin of his legs on the outside of mine, caging me in. One hand comes down on my ass cheek in a harsh slap.
I hiss through gritted teeth, fresh tears springing to my eyes from the sting. A pool of burning heat flooding my stomach.
“You know, if you’re a good girl for me, I could even let you come too,” Caden says, and I can feel the tip of his dick prodding my entrance as he starts fisting it again. Every second it pokes me, taunting me. Telling me what he could do with it. If he really wanted to.
The skin on my wrists rips, and the blood trickles down the sizzling skin around it.
“It’s not like I have a choice to not be a good girl right now,” I spit.
He chuckles. “Yeah, you’re right. But you should think how life could be for you if you chose to be good for me.” His dick still pokes at me, his fingers dig hard into my ass.
I surrender to it, knowing there’s absolutely fucking nothing I can do about this.
His pace quickens, and so do his breaths, growing shallow and almost pained.
“Fuck,” he whispers, fingers pressing so hard into my flesh it makes me wince. “This is such a pretty little pussy, Elodie.”
My name on his tongue during this moment, as well as complimenting me, sparks something in me I’m not ready to explore. Whatever it is, it’s hot and it’s scary. It makes my head spin. Doesn’t sound so repulsed with me now, does he?
I remain silent, knowing anything I say will either escalate this situation or prolong it. And I’m not good with either option.
“And it’s mine,” he whispers so quietly I think it’s more to himself than me. “All fucking mine.” He comes a second later, and the crown of his cock nudges just past my entrance, the hot surges of his cum shooting inside me. “Fuck. Yes.” He’s totally enraptured, his voice thick and growly.
I squeeze my eyes shut, praying to open them and be anywhere but here. But all I hear are Caden’s strained groans as wave after wave consumes him. He comes for the longest time and I guess it’s no surprise.
Once he finally finishes, he pulls away, the dip of the mattress telling me he’s sat down.
“Guess we’ve started our journey of becoming parents together. Then you’ll never be able to get rid of me,” he says, venom swimming back into his voice.
“You get me pregnant and I’ll fucking kill myself. No kid deserves to have a father like you,” I say through my teeth and tears, full of poison and promise.
He goes silent. I wait for the assault. The mattress shifts again, and then I feel nothing. I turn my head to the side and see him putting his clothes back on.
“Can you get me out of these fucking cuffs now, Master?”
His eyes glimmer at the word, a smirk playing on his lips. “No, I don’t think I will.”
“What?!” Fresh nausea pummels me. “You can’t do that to me, not this. Please, Caden, put me back down in the basement or something. Just get me out of these.” The words spill out of me in a frenzy. I yank on the cuffs, but it only draws more blood.
Once he’s fully clothed, he leans back over the bed by my ass. A finger presses at my entrance, and I realise he’s pushing back in the cum that’s trying to dribble out of me. The soft invasion makes my body tense. I shove my face into the pillow.
“No, princess. Like I said, you need to learn your lesson. Maybe after this you will actually behave. It’s clearly something you really don’t like, which is duly noted, by the way.
” He strokes his large hand over my ass cheek, goosebumps rising all over me.
“Maybe I’ll keep you chained here forever.
Mine and only mine.” Caden gives my ass one sharp smack and then leaves me screaming down the fucking house.