Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
BLAKE
Gasping, my eyes dart open but all I see is inky blackness. I take stock of my limbs, attempting to move them, but I’m restrained.
“What the hell?” I yell. “Damon? Are you in here?”
My arms are tied above my head, I assume attached to the headboard or some other anchor, and my legs… They’re spread wide enough that my muscles are pulled taut. I thrash from side to side, whimpering. This is not my idea of fun sexy time, not at all.
I feel movement from the end of the bed and my heart pounds frantically. “Damon? Answer me.” Cool air reaches my exposed flesh causing me to shiver. I’m overcome with emotion. Fear, anger, lust. So much that tears leak onto whatever blindfold covers my eyes.
“Shh,” he finally says. He drags a finger along my inner thigh and I shudder. “Don’t cry, Angel.”
“Damon, what the hell? Take this shit off me.” I sniff and try to gain control of myself. This isn’t the first time I’ve been in a situation like this. I was in high school. He was older, he didn’t like that I fought back, so he made it impossible for me to move. By the time he was done with me, I didn’t care to move anyway… I stayed curled in a ball for hours. “Please,” I cry.
He’s silent but I feel his solid weight as he positions himself over me. I breathe in and bring my mind to a different place. A happy place where Damon is just a normal boyfriend. I’m not fourteen anymore, and this is different. Damon is different. My body relaxes slightly, but I’m still on edge.
“I wish you could see how perfect you look spread for me like this. This cunt is all mine, Blake. You’re going to learn that when you’re good, you get rewarded.” He drags his finger up my thigh and between my legs. The rush of fear I felt minutes ago turns into something else entirely. A throbbing ache that grows with each filthy word from his lips. I try to arch toward him, though the smart part of my brain tells me to do the opposite, but the restraints are too tight.
“Please,” I beg. This time for an entirely different reason. The heat of his hand hovers over my sex, so close to where I want him.
“You want me to rub your clit? Make you come?” His voice is as strained as my body.
“Yes, please.” It’s been so long since I’ve been touched like this. With Ethan it was always about his pleasure. Maybe I’d get off every so often, but mostly because I did the work.
His warm breath tickles my skin as he shifts his weight. “Or how about I feast on this delicious pussy? Do you want that, Blake?”
My entire body is on fire. I need something. Anything.
Just touch me.
I nod, and whimper as his finger slides up my slit. It takes me by surprise how quickly I shift from anxiety to desire.
He brings his finger to my lips and shoves it in my mouth. “You’re so wet, baby. So desperate to come.”
I’m literally panting with need but the bastard doesn’t care. He’s slow and methodical as he hovers right over where I want him. I manage to buck against him, and moan from the quick second of pressure on my aching clit. I try again, but he holds my stomach down.
“Uh, uh. I’m in control.” He ghosts his lips over my pussy again and again, each time just barely touching me. I let out a frustrated groan as he licks so delicately along my lips.
“Please, Damon. I can’t…” I’m two seconds away from crying. He scrapes his teeth over my clit and I hiss. “God, yes.”
He does it again, this time clamping down and sucking hard enough that I thrash. I’m climbing higher and higher, as long as he keeps going… just like that. With the perfect amount of pressure, he buries his face and devours my pussy. I wish I could watch the way he’s moving against me but being deprived of sight adds to my pleasure somehow. Helps turn my brain off.
“I’m so close. Please,” I murmur, along with a string of other incoherent words. His teeth scrape again and my pussy starts to spasm. “Oh, my God.”
As I’m about to fall over the edge into bliss he pushes off me and I’m left with nothing but cool air against my hot flesh.
“Damon? Why’d you stop? I was right there!” I’m nearly sobbing. I wish I could see his face, reach out to touch him. Anything but his silence. “Freddy?”
“Do you think you deserve to come?” he finally whispers. Realization blooms across my covered face. This is about the lunch date comment. His punishment.
“I-I’m sorry. I know I was bad to egg you on. Take off my blindfold. I want to see you.” Tears prickle my eyes again, seconds away from a full on outburst. He moves, and finally I’m able to see his outline in the darkened room. He climbs off my bed and stands at the edge, like he didn’t just have a face full of my pussy. “You can come sit with me, you know. I won’t bite.”
It’s hard to see his expression but I imagine his smirk. “What if I want you to?”
“Well, that’s a different story. Come sit, I promise I’ll bite.” I make a show of struggling against my restraints in hopes that I won’t have to beg him to untie them.
He pins me with his intense gaze and swipes his hand over his wet lips. “I was promised a bite.”
Playfully, I lean as close to him as my ties allow and nibble his arm. “Hmm, needs a little salt and pepper, but not half bad.”
“You know I’m planning on making you stay like that all night,” he says, tilting his chin toward my hands.
“Can I ask you a question?”
He sighs, and relaxes against the headboard beside me. “Anything.”
“Do you get off on this kind of thing? Punishment and all that?” I’m genuinely curious. I’ve only ever seen bad men say and do stuff like he does, but I know deep down he’s not that way. At least not fundamentally.
“Yes,” he answers candidly. “I was hard as a rock the whole time I tied you up. Couldn’t wait to see you wake up afraid. To hear you whimper and gasp.”
I roll my lip between my teeth. “You know, I think I kinda like to be afraid. That burst of adrenaline when something scares me. But…” I hesitate, thinking over my words. “Only with you. Only because I know you won’t actually hurt me like I’ve been hurt before.”
I’ve let too much slip. Damon’s not one of those emotional, lovey dovey guys and here I am telling him exactly how I feel, like a complete idiot. He’s going to ghost me for sure.
“Who hurt you? Was it Ethan?” His body goes rigid beside me. “Tell me, Blake.”
That’s the part of my admission he’s focusing on. Wow.
“Untie me and I’ll tell you,” I say, flashing him the biggest grin I can muster for a woman who’s just been woken up and denied an orgasm. He shakes his head and heaves a breath.
“I can’t deny you anything when you smile.” I’m glowing a little inside knowing that I hold sway over him, until he leans over and says, “But know this: you try any of that date shit again, and tonight will be nothing compared to what I’ll do.”
My lips turn down and eyes widen. I don’t want to know.
He takes his time with the restraints, gliding his palms over my skin until I’m aching all over again. Particularly when he traces the path to my ankles with his tongue.
Breathe, Blake. Do not jump this man.
Stretching out until my muscles pull in painful pleasure, I turn to him and say, “Thank you.”
“You’re really playing it up for me,” he says.
“What do you mean?”
“The whole sweet angel bit. Thank you, the cheese grin, the only with you .” He chuckles dark and low. “I know there’s a devil lying in wait. So go ahead sweetheart, make me fall even harder for you.”
I can tell I’m blushing. I only hope he can’t see. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Back to what you said before. Who do I have to kill?” The way he can go from flirty to lethal in the span of seconds is all sorts of terrifying.
I sigh, not wanting to get into the story. What will it accomplish to dredge up shit that happened ten years ago? Damon’s clenching his jaw so hard it could crack steel, so I know I need to give him something. “It was a long time ago.”
“And? I don’t care if it was twenty years ago. Tell me. Was it Ethan?”
I clutch my pillow to my chest and flip to my side. “No, Ethan’s an ass but he’s never actually hurt me.”
“Then who?”
I close my eyes and imagine the last time I saw him. The long strands of black hair that hung over his narrow face, gaunt from drugs. His stupid chest tattoo—a heart with barbed wire. Bryan and him got their first ones together and thought they were so cool.
He always smelled like a Spencer’s store mixed with menthol cigarettes. I stopped shopping there after everything happened. If I focus hard enough, I can feel the pain of him sinking into me… The bite of his fingernails against my flesh. The way the restraints clinked against my old metal bed frame, like warning bells.
“He was my brother's friend, five years older than me. They were in a band together and I looked at him like he was a god. He had this laugh that you could recognize across a crowded room. Everyone loved him. I thought I did too.”
Damon pulls my head into his lap and I shiver when I feel how damp his jeans are. It doesn’t matter. I’ll take the comfort, wet pants or not. He pulls my hair tie out and strokes the loose strands. His fingers are magic.
“What’s his name?” he asks.
I’m hesitant to utter it. It wouldn’t be that difficult to find him. Falin and I did a few years ago, one drunken night in college when I told her everything. I know Damon won’t relent though, so I take a breath and release it. “Trevor.”
“Trevor, what? I need a last name, baby.”
I shake my head. If I give that out, I know he’ll find him. As much as I hate Trevor for what he did and how he ruined me, he was Bryan’s best friend. Bryan wouldn’t want anything to happen to him.
“I can’t,” I say. “You don’t understand.” He quietly strokes my hair; the only sound is the rain against the window. If this is a tactic to get me to talk, it won’t work. He doesn’t ask anymore questions but scoots lower against the bed. “You’re not going to ask what happened?”
“No, I don’t need the details unless you want to tell me. I know enough to assume.”
I think about his words and appreciate him more and more. Most people want every detail, relish in any drama they can get their hands on. “What if I say he stole my box of crayons in school? Or took my lunch money?”
Damon chuckles. “I’d still kill him.”
“You’re unhinged, Freddy.”
His body sags as his breathing slows. “Still Freddy, huh? I guess I should stop by the Halloween store and grab a glove and a striped sweater.”
“Yup. With you in my life, I’ll never sleep again.”
“For all the best reasons… I can promise that. Not tonight though, you’re still in trouble. No getting yourself off either. I’ll know.”
I can’t see how he’d know if I masturbate in the privacy of my room, but somehow I believe him. “Power trip,” I say under my breath. My heavy eyelids fall and the last thing I remember is his breathy chuckle before I pass out.