4. Luka
4
LUKA
“ M y name is Lucia,” the girl sputters as I tie her other wrist to the opposite bed post. “I’m nineteen years old. I have a dog named Toto, you know from The Wizard of Oz .” She chokes out a nervous laugh. “My papá, or dad . You guys say dad, don’t you?”
She pauses like she’s actually waiting for me to respond. It’s cute, what she’s doing. Trying to get me to empathize with her. Trying to humanize herself. It’s like she read the first page of a “what to do if you’re kidnapped” manual.
“Anyway, my dad hated the movie. It drove him crazy that I loved it. Do you like movies?”
I move on to tying one of her ankles to a bedpost, noting how forcefully she tries to fight me parting her legs even while trying to make friendly conversation.
So, so cute.
“Your name’s Luka, right?”
Dirt rubs from the bottom of her bare foot onto my palm. They’re filthy. She’s filthy from sitting in the dirt. I should’ve washed her first.
“I really like that name. It’s strong, handsome. You look like a Luka.”
This I can’t help but snicker at. I give her a brief glance before moving onto her other ankle. She struggles, her thighs squeezing while she whines, but her legs fully part without much effort from me. She closes her eyes and cries.
“I’m serious,” she says through a sob when I’m finishing up the knot. “The only reason I didn’t pick you was because you’re so intimidating. Your friend isn’t as—as—as rugged as you are.”
I can’t believe she’s still trying.
I pull the knot tight then take off my shirt.
“Please don’t do this,” the girl cries. “Por favor, por favor.”
When I crawl onto the bed, she tips her head toward the ceiling and sucks in a deep breath to scream. She manages to belt out half the word help before I’m on top of her, my pelvis against hers, three fingers stabbed between her teeth. The opportunity to bite me leaves in a flash as I fit my hand into her mouth to part her jaw. Saliva coats my fingers as she breathes hoarsely around them, her frightful eyes staring into mine.
“Now what did we say about screaming?” I ask, my head tipped in admonishment. She whimpers in response. “I like hearing your pretty voice. I don’t mind you talking. But I also wouldn’t mind fucking your corpse, and that’s exactly what I’ll do if you scream again… Should I go get my ax?” I open her jaw wider as a reminder of what had her puking earlier.
She sobs as she struggles to shake her head, but I want her words.
“Hmmm?” I ask, tugging until I know it’s painful.
“No,” she tries to say. “No ack.”
I pull my hand away and wipe it on the side of her clothed tit while she cries with her face turned into my pillow. It takes at least a couple of minutes for her to calm down, her sobs transitioning to stuttered breathing, then finally to loud but full inhales.
Her face is hidden from me, but I’m able to feel everything happening inside of her from her breathing and the tension in her muscles alone. I can tell she hasn’t given up yet. She won’t scream for now, but I wouldn’t trust her for a moment if I left.
“Do you really think I’m handsome?” I ask her, just to see if she’ll keep up her earlier strategy. If she thinks it’s still viable.
She turns to me, her puffy eyes narrowed. “Handsome?” she spits like the word tastes sour. “Try grotesque .”
I mock frown. “Well that’s kind of?—”
“One of your eyes is hooded while the other isn’t, and it makes you hideously unsymmetrical. Your ears sit too low and are too small for your head. And I can’t tell if your hair is supposed to be curly or straight. It’s like God made you from a box of spare parts.”
My playful frown flattens, and for several moments I just stare, struck. I wasn’t expecting that.
I don’t know if it makes me more of a man, but I can admit that the girl wounded my pride by favoring Arseni so adamantly back at the lake. It was like she wanted his protection from me. Arseni found it amusing. I found it strange. But in some ways, it makes sense.
He’s only twenty-three, four years younger than I am, so much closer to her age. He also has a bit of a baby face, doesn’t easily anger, and happened to not be the one she saw ripping the whore to pieces.
She doesn’t see him as threatening as she sees me. I used that knowledge to simmer the jealousy she sparked.
But was it more than that? Is she actually attracted to him while repulsed by me?
Better question, would it matter?
I blink away the thoughts and smile. “ Well .” I clear my throat. “ The Wizard of Oz is a terribly boring movie. And Toto is the dumbest name for a dog I’ve ever heard.” I smile wide, showing how little her words affected me. What a silly joke she is.
Why do my lips feel unnaturally tight?
“Also, your feet are disgusting. You should wear socks the next time you plan on rolling around in the dirt.”
Her face contorts with anger, like that was her tipping point. It’s too late by the time I notice her lips puckering as she lifts up to spit.
My eyelids slam shut on contact, warm splattered saliva sticking to my nose, as well as the crevices of my eyes. I slide my hand down the bridge of my nose, collecting the moisture before rubbing it onto the girl’s dress.
“I guess the time for talking is over then,” I say, my voice even.
The girl gasps when I shove her chin upward, angling her head away from me and clamping her mouth shut in case she tries to spit again. I press my tongue to the vein on her neck, tasting her while feeling the rapid beat of her heart. She whines but can’t yet speak while I hold her jaw shut, and I think I like her better this way. Maybe I should’ve gotten a gag.
I run my tongue down her chest until I reach the cotton material of her dress that I grab her tit through. Whatever bra she’s wearing is thin. I can feel her nipple, the soft squish of tissue beneath my palm when I squeeze. It makes my mouth water, blood rushing to my cock, and I wonder why I wasted any time.
I release her tit to yank her dress up her legs, exposing smooth caramel thighs my hand travels. She whines as my hand tucks under her ass to cup the tight globe.
The one Arseni had his hand on an hour and a half ago.
The girl’s whines turn to sobs, and it takes me a second to realize it’s because I’m digging my thumb into her jaw.
She gasps when I release her, her head turning to the side as her arms strain against the rope. I scoot down to situate my head between her thighs then throw the scrap of material blocking my view of her panties onto her stomach.
“You don’t have to do this,” she says, her cries suddenly calming. “My father has money. He’ll pay you whatever you want if you just let me go.”
“Yeah, I don’t take pesos.”
“American dollars.”
“Shh.” I pull my knife from my pocket and flip it open. The girl’s thighs clench at the sound.
“A million dollars.”
She flinches at the feel of the blade when I press it beneath her panties, at her waist. With one swift tug, the thin material shreds, and I move on to the other leg.
“ Luka , please .”
My hand holding the knife pauses when her silky voice wraps around me. There aren’t any tears or sobs in her throat when she says it. For a moment, a strange, unsettling moment, it’s like she knows me.
And I like it. I like the way my name sounds coming off her tongue. It makes me hesitate. Shudder. Then slice the material to free her leg of the white cotton. I pull her panties from beneath her and toss them onto her chest in case her sassy mouth needs a gag. But I kind of don’t want it to. I kind of want her to say my name again.
“I’m sorry for what I said before. I—I didn’t mean it.” She whispers like she’s afraid of startling me into action.
That makes me think she did mean it. But I don’t care. I’m too busy staring at her pussy. Her gorgeously pink pussy with a thin strip of tissue near the bottom that I study with a furrowed brow. Because in my world, this piece of tissue matters. My father used to instruct me on how to look for this. Oftentimes, women are required to see doctors who will ensure it’s there before marriage.
This, I’m pretty certain, is a fucking hymen.
“You mentioned a boyfriend,” I say, not really a question, but I wait for her to confirm anyway.
“I lied about that.”
“You panicked over Arseni threatening to kill a pretend boyfriend?”
She doesn’t respond.
“Do you let your boyfriend fuck any of your holes?”
She stiffens before shifting uncomfortably. Little panicked breaths reach my ears. When no answer comes, I reword.
“Have you ever had anal sex?”
“No,” she says immediately.
“Sucked cock?”
She pauses, but the way she gasps makes me think she isn’t pausing out of guilt. It’s embarrassment.
We kidnapped a good girl.
“No,” she squeaks at last.
“So what then, you just let him eat your cunt then turn out the lights?”
She doesn’t respond. Which isn’t surprising.
I sigh and turn my head to her thigh. I don’t know why it matters, but her virginity bothers me.
“Why does he stay with you?” I ask.
She scoffs, nearly choking on it. “You couldn’t possibly understand.”
I open my mouth, intent on prodding, but then let it hang open. She’s probably right. I couldn’t possibly understand that scenario.
I move my eyes to her pussy again and get an idea.
“Is it because of the way you taste?” I ask, dipping my head to slide my tongue up her slit. She gasps, her body bowing. “Orrr maybe it’s the sound you make when you come?”
I lick up her slit again before finding her tiny bundle of nerves and sucking it into my mouth, relishing the way she bucks in protest.
“Stop,” she commands, wiggling uselessly. “Luka, please stop.”
I replace my mouth with my thumb so I can lick her again while rubbing circles around the part that has her so distressed.
“Why do you want me to stop? Are you afraid he’ll find out he isn’t the only one who knows how your body works?”
I smile at the idea of it, but my amusement is tainted by the jealousy that flows in. Somehow, she feels like she should be mine. Not her boyfriend’s. Not Arseni’s. Mine. If her pussy didn’t taste so good, the bitterness that springs to my tongue would be overpowering.
“He would never judge me for what you’re doing,” she asserts, although her voice is breathy. “He knows I love him, and he loves me.”
I roll my eyes and speed up my thumb’s pace until her eyes shut and her lips part.
“He’s got some whore bent over right now, and you haven’t even been gone a day. I guarantee it.”
Her face contorts, and she jerks, her body twisting but moving nowhere. I smile while continuing my assault. “Does it bother you knowing how replaceable you are?”
“Shut up,” she groans, her body twisting again, but I don’t think it’s out of anger this time. Her breaths are coming fast. Her chest is puffed, her nipples pebbling through the dress’s material.
“It isn’t just you.” I slip a finger into her pussy. Only one. Even though I swear I don’t give a shit, it’s somehow still ingrained in me to respect the hymen. “We’re all easily replaceable. The world is a cruel place, sweetheart. No one is worth trusting… Although you can’t really blame the guy for sampling candy when Mommy only stocks the fridge with vegetables.”
Her mouth opens on a moan as I massage along her g-spot, but she chomps down on her teeth before the sound is fully out of her mouth.
“Aren’t you glad Uncle Luka’s here to educate you?”
“Screw you,” she growls, her face scrunched as she fights the pleasure.
“You want to?”
Her eyes burst open. “No.” She shakes her head. “No, no, I?—”
“Shhh.” My coo skitters into a laugh as I slow my circles around the girl’s clit. I cover it with my mouth, alternating between licking the nub and sucking.
The girl squirms, tiny moans escaping her. Each sound she makes eggs me on, making me suck a little harder, pump a little faster until it occurs to me that I might be enjoying this as much as she is. Or more.
The moment the girl’s pussy clamps around my finger, I look up at her face to watch her come. Her lips pinch together so tightly the pink, plump flesh turns white. A mewl crawls its way past her closed mouth despite her best attempt to stop it, and her face, twisted with ecstasy, could just as easily be twisted with pain if I didn’t know any better.
Her clenched ass finally relaxes and falls back to the mattress once she comes down from her peak. I slowly pull my finger out of her before sliding my tongue to her hole to taste the juices that flow, my eyes closing at the raw scent.
By the time I pull away, she’s crying again.
I wipe my mouth, a weird peaceful energy buzzing through me even as my cock bulges through my pants. When my phone chimes, I go to retrieve it off my dresser.
Whatever peace I felt is wiped away when I read the message on the screen. It’s from my mother.
Need you at the house ASAP.
A sigh rushes past my lips as I turn to the girl. My mother has the impeccable ability to appear in my life at just the right moment to spoil my mood.
“I’m afraid we’ll have to pick this up later.” I pull on my shirt then kiss the girl’s forehead, ignoring when she cringes. “See you soon, beautiful.”
After shoving her panties into her mouth, I grab my phone and climb the ladder down from the loft. My frown deepens with each mile closer I get to ‘home.’