Chapter Thirty-Two
Maya
I glance back over my shoulder, laughing at the expression on Tommy’s face.
Tonight is going to be fun. I don’t know what came over me, doing something like this is so out of character for me, but the excitement at the prospect of what our little game could bring sends jolts of electricity through my sex.
He hasn’t even had to touch me.
Lucy takes my hand as I join the girls, raising it into the air as we start to dance.
Lucy is a ballet dancer, travelling the world on cruise ships or living in different countries around the world.
Watching the way she moves just goes to prove how talented she is, her body moves perfectly to the music, a perfect blend of sexy and classy.
Not at all like the rest of us, who look like erotic dancers on a three day bender.
Lost in the fire – The Weekend starts to play, and I get lost in the music. The beat pulsing through me as my inner stripper comes to the surface. My hips sway and I raise my arms into the air as we dance together.
I have the feeling that someone is watching me, the telltale shivers creeping up my spine.
I smile knowing that my little game is working and Tommy must be enjoying the show.
I’m not drunk enough yet to be overly messy as I move, so I increase my pace knowing it will be eating at him to stay where he is.
I slide my hands over my body, caressing my curves as they drift back up into my hair. I can’t wait to get home later, when we can finally give into this game. The girls are doing the same, all of us lost in our little performance.
The song ends and Tommy has yet to come over, so I head to the bathroom with the others.
They’re a little ahead of me as we manoeuvre our way through the crowded bar.
After struggling to fight through a particularly intoxicated group of party goers I lose sight of the girls and by the time I make it through they’ve disappeared.
Assuming they have already gone into the ladies I go to step through the door, just before I can though someone grasps my hand and pulls me in the other direction.
I shriek in surprise as I’m pulled through a different door.
Fear courses through me as I’m surrounded by darkness, my back to the intruder’s stomach. I take in a lungful of air prepared to scream as their hand comes up and covers my mouth.
As the hand clamps down on me, I get a whiff of the person’s scent and instant relief rushes over me, knowing exactly who it is.
I would know that aftershave anywhere. He must feel my body relax as he pulls his hand away.
His dick is hard and he grinds into my arse as his hands begin to explore my body.
This is so fucking hot. I begin rubbing myself into him, gyrating slowly wanting to carry on our game.
Tormenting him as much as I can. I need him to lose control tonight, in the same way that I have no control when it comes to him.
His hands are now reaching my breasts, my breathes becoming more laboured.
“Tommy,” I pant, to which he growls in return. I know I’ve had a little to drink but something in my mind makes me do a double take, he sounds off.
“Tommy?” I say it more as a question. His hands are a little too rough to be fun now. He leans into me, his clean-shaven face rubbing against mine.
Tommy didn’t shave tonight.
He grasps my nipples between his fingers and thumbs and squeezes, hard, making me cry out in pain.
“You have been a very bad girl, Maya.”
That voice makes me freeze, my back becoming rigid in fear.
Fuck fuck fuck!
Ice runs through my veins at the realisation of who has me in this dark room, alone.
Jake.
I scream. I scream so loud that any person within the vicinity should be able to hear me, but the music has grown louder as the evening has gone on. What do I do?
I try with all my might to fight my way out of his hold, kicking and elbowing any part of him that I can but all my struggling seems to do is turn him on more, as he drags up my skirt and rubs his length into my bare cheeks.
“I have waited so long to have you again, you must be so fucking stupid. Why did you go back to him? All you had to do was listen,” He laughs with no humour, his grip tightening even more.
This cannot be happening.
I continue to scream for help as Jake maintains his quest to defile me. His dark chuckle echoes around the room. I throw my head back into his face and hear a loud, wet crunch. He releases me briefly as he yells out in pain.
“You fucking little bitch!” he spits, backing away as he groans in agony.
Taking my chance I run to the door. I try to turn the handle, shaking it like a maniac but it won’t budge. Panic seizes me as my fists bang on the door and I shout for help, begging for anyone to make this nightmare end.
Please Tommy, come and find me!
Tears stream down my face, how could I be so stupid? I never should have lost sight of the others, should have known I would never be safe until he was found but he was out of sight and out of mind.
I sense him coming up behind me before I feel him.
He fists a handful of my hair and rams my face into the door with such strength I’m surprised I haven’t blacked out.
My vision blares as pain crashes through my skull, stars flashing behind my lids.
The fight in me lessons as the dizziness takes over.
I can’t give up. I can’t let him touch me, use me like this.
He takes my arse cheek in his free hand, digging the tips of his fingers into me so much force I cry out in pain. The fresh sting of tears burn behind my eye lids.
“You like that, don’t you Maya?” Saliva sputtering out at me as he sneers down my ear.
His rough touch travels lower, his hand grasping the side of my thong. He yanks it to the side and the back of his hand grazes my centre. I scream. No, no, no. Please! This cant be happening.
Light and sound suddenly rushes into the room as my body falls forward through the now open door. I fall flat on my face with Jake on top of me.
“What the fuck is going on?”
Tommy, he’s here.
I can’t move my head to see him, but I feel Jake’s weight being lifted off me.
With the last bit of strength I can muster, I roll onto my back and can finally see Jakes face.
I take stock of the damage I caused. Blood gushes from his nose, his shirt soaked in the crimson mess but most of his body is hidden by Tommy, who has him pinned to the wall by his throat.
“You dare to touch my girl?” He asks coolly, venom dripping from each and every word. “Do you have a fucking death with?”
Jake smiles a toothy grin in reply, his teeth coated in blood. Its fucking petrifying to see.
“Your girl? She’s mine!” He barks out a laugh, which provokes Tommy even more.
Tommy brings back his fist and lands it straight into Jakes throat, making him gag and gasp for air. Yet the psychopath laughs again! Actually laughs through the obvious pain.
What the fuck!
“Miss Houghton, are you okay?” A man asks. How does he know my name? I shy away from him, the thought of anyone but Tommy touching me right now is sending me into a meltdown. “Please, calm down. I promise I’m only here to help.”
He takes his time assessing me for injuries, focusing mainly on my face. Who is this guy? He’s not dressed for a night in a bar.
I’m so focused on the new man that I don’t register what’s going on behind him until suddenly, I hear a commotion and then Tommy groaning out in pain. I wish I could see what’s happening, but this big brute of a man is blocking my view.
“Tommy!” I yell for him but get no response in return.
I’m so confused and can’t focus on anything around me. The room is swimming in and out of focus and my eyes get heavier the longer I battle to stay awake. I need to get to him, but why can’t I hear anything?
“Where’s Tommy?” I gasp out, trying to stop the vomit that’s creeping up my throat.
But before I can hear his reply, everything fades to darkness.