Chapter Twenty
When the door finally did open again, I could see two silhouettes blocking the light of the hallway. By this time, I had laid down on my side, though my shoulders were in constant pain from the restraints.
The light in the room was switched on, and through my slowly adjusting eyes, I saw Vic and Matthew standing side-by-side in the doorway.
“You should have let her leave,” Matthew said quietly. “This is too complicated.”
Vic shrugged. “You aren’t done with her yet, and I know I’m sure as hell not.”
Matthew sat down behind me on the bed. I felt his hands working to untie my wrists. When I was finally freed, I flipped onto my back, and scrambled to sit against the headboard. I tucked my knees against my chest, taking in the lewd smile which appeared on Vic’s face as he looked up my skirt. I just didn’t care enough to assume a more modest position.
“I am sorry we’re here,” Matthew said. He too was looking me over, but his expression was one of concern, as opposed to the pure carnal desire which was written plainly across Vic’s face.
“Jesus Christ, Matthew, quit it with that already. You wanted her to leave, but I didn’t. This is the situation we’re in now,” Vic said.
“Why do you want me?” I asked, looking at Vic.
He chuckled. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Please,” I said, “just let me go.” I hated that my tears were fast flowing again.
Vic stepped a little closer, standing over my bedside. He reached down and took my jaw in his hand. He turned my face towards his.
“I love to hear you beg me,” he growled. “Just give it a few days, and you’ll be begging me for more again.”
I tried to pull my head back, but his grip tightened. He grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to the front of his jeans. He pressed my palm against him. It was clear that he was telling the truth: he loved to hear me beg.
“You see why I can’t let you go,” he growled.
I nodded, and he finally released his hold on me.
His perfect body seemed to pulse with a possessive, heady energy. The darkness in his eyes only grew, and it seemed he was using every ounce of self-control to maintain the distance between us. Despite everything, I could feel my breath become shallow and fast as I took in the beautiful man I had fallen in love with.
Matthew was still seated on the edge of the bed. He straightened his glasses with his knuckle, and cleared his throat.
“I’m not exactly comfortable with this,” he said, scratching his beard. “Besides, it’s unreliable. She’s not stupid; she’ll understand everything soon enough.”
Vic looked down at me. “I take full responsibility for her. Besides, if we accept that this piece of the series is already tainted, you could give yourself a little more leeway.”
Matthew seemed to be genuinely considering the prospect.
“But she can’t just disappear. The police have interviewed her multiple time in connection with this house,” Matthew said.
Vic crossed his arms. “If it works, she’ll be my wife, and happily so. Let me worry about that part.”
“And if it doesn’t?” Matthew asked.
“Leave that to me. If for a second I feel things going south, I’ll destroy her myself.”
I felt my entire being collapsing in on itself, as though I had ceased to exist as an autonomous entity. The two men who conversed so casually regarding aspects of my future which I could in no part understand, these two bastards who would decide my fate so divorced from civilization: I loved them both.
I was afraid, of course, but there was something else there. The germ of affection and attraction had been planted in my soul long before, and my natural self-protective instinct was at war with my adoration for the man who stood before me, promising to kill me should I not reach some secret benchmark.
“I love you,” I said, staring at Vic.
The words seemed to amuse him, and he looked at Matthew with a small, self-satisfied smile.
“You hear that, Matthew? She loves me.”
Matthew sighed and readjusted his glasses. “So, she loves you. I guess it’s something.”
“You bet it is,” Vic said with a laugh.
Vic leaned down and took my chin in his hands. He kissed me, and I moved forward to better offer myself to his touch.
“Vic…” Matthew said.
I half expected Matthew to leave, but, instead, the fraudulent medical student stayed by the edge of the bed. I saw Matthew looking at me with a sort of academic disinterest. I could see him mentally taking notes as he analyzed every aspect of my expression and physical response.
Vic began toying with the material of my clothing, and my eyes stayed locked on his, wide and eager to see what he would do next. My breathing had become quick and shallow, and I found my fingertips moving to help the man better undress me.
“I get it, and I don’t think I need to be here for the finale,” Matthew interrupted.
He stood up and Vic took a step back in response, leaving me suddenly cold and anxious.
“My guess is that if we’re on the same page, we don’t have much to worry about. We ended up in this situation because you strayed from the plan,” Vic said.
“This is something different,” Matthew said, looking me over again. “But I understand. I’ll follow your lead, at least until there’s a better option.”
“That’s all I’m asking,” Vic said.
Matthew nodded and silently left the room, his lips were drawn into a thin line, and his fingers tugged uselessly against his beard.
When the door closed behind him, Vic sat down on the other side of the bed. He grabbed my opposite hip, and drew my body roughly towards him. He pulled my white, silk blouse off over my head, then yanked my panties and skirt down in a single motion.
I now lay on the bed in only my bra, and this too was quickly removed from my body.
Vic laid me back down on the bed. He reached down and massaged my naked breasts, before drawing my left nipple into his mouth and biting lightly. He began grinding his clothed pelvis against my naked groin, and I put my hands over my mouth to try to silence the moan that threatened to escape my throat.
Vic smiled, kissed me, and unzipped his pants.
Entering me, he began the fast, hard thrusts which were now characteristic of him, and the bed rocked beneath us. He grabbed me and moved my body to the center of the bed, while he took a position standing behind me. Vic dragged his cock from me, making me feel every inch. I savored his girth drawing out, before he slammed it back into my body. His pace gradually increased, until he suddenly pulled out.
He flipped me onto my back, and reentered me. This time, there was no build up, no gradual increase in the pacing of his rough thrusts. He grabbed my waist and lifted me up. His cock was still inside me as he carried me across the room, pressing my back against the wall I shared with his bedroom.
He thrust upward into me, and I could hear my passage slick in the rise and fall of my body to meet his unhinged need. His hands were holding me, and his muscular arms worked me up and down his shaft, as though I weighed practically nothing. It seemed the act of domination and possession had activated every ounce of pure animal strength within him.
I cried out as he slammed into me for what must have been the thousandth time. I was already sore from the force with which he was fucking me against the wall, the hard driving of his thick cock again and again.
He seemed to like the sound, because his thrusts came even harder. His fingers dug into my flesh, keeping me present as he continued our shared submission to pleasure.
Finally, I could wait no longer, even with his thick cock driving in and out of me. I came, my entire body shaking as I tightened and spasmed around his still thrusting shaft.
He pulled out and lowered me to the ground.
“Open your mouth,” he said, his voice hoarse.
I complied immediately, and he shoved his cock, still slick with my own fluids into my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could, as he pressed my head against the wall behind me. He began to slide his cock in and out of my mouth, gradually moving deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Finally, he pulled out, and stroked himself as his cum spurted onto my breasts. He ran a finger through the milky liquid, gathering it onto his fingertip and putting it in my mouth. I sucked at his finger, savoring every drop.
After he left, I lay naked on the bed. The sweat which had covered my body, both his and mine, cooled quickly in the night air. I bundled myself under blankets and sheets, realizing that my clothes were no longer beside my bed. I knew Vic hadn’t taken anything from the room, which meant that Matthew must have confiscated those few scraps of clothing.
Matthew and Vic were confederates in the pursuit of some unknown purpose, and I was inextricably a part of it now. I thought back to Vic promising Matthew that he would destroy me if I didn’t fulfill their purpose and, as much as I wanted to fight back, I was afraid of what this alternative might be.