Chapter 15
Jayce
It was encouraging when Viktor called out sick from the meetings the next day. Everyone laughed about him being too green for their world. By this time tomorrow, the kid wouldn’t be in the world at all.
Sometimes, these things were too easy. When people thought of poison, their minds usually went to hemlock or cyanide. If they were smart, they would figure out how to get their hands on ethylene glycol- thanks Ben and your extensive network of friends. It was the toxic ingredient in antifreeze and with the right dosage, it was lethal. Since he’d been drinking alcohol, some of the effects, such as metabolic acidosis, could be attributed to that. Even postmortem, they rarely checked for ethylene glycol unless they had a good reason to. Viktor would go into cardiac arrest at a certain point, effectively taking care of his nosey ass.
Murder wasn’t my modus operandi in most cases but since things were becoming more serious in my game with Alana, I couldn’t take chances. If any suspicion was cast on me, this whole thing could unravel quickly. She’d already made a police report, which hardly concerned me, but I didn’t want to add anything else to the case.
That was the reason I’d caught a plane after today’s meetings. I had to go back on the first flight in the morning, but it was worth it. This way, nobody knew that I was in town. When Erebus visited Alana, there was no way she could imagine it was me when her mind started spiraling and overthinking.
I didn’t want my car to be seen on any traffic cameras, so I decided to walk from my house. It was only two miles and I was able to cut through neighborhoods. In my hoodie and backpack, I looked like the average midnight wanderer in New York. This area was far from boujee, so I wouldn’t draw any attention as long as I didn’t stand around and look suspicious.
It was nearly one in the morning and since it was Friday, I knew that Alana would be asleep. She held firmly to the opinion that the last day of the week warranted rest and if any partying was to be done, it should be on Saturday. She hadn’t used her phone in two hours. If she was awake, that wouldn’t be the case.
I walked into her apartment and gave it a quick once over. It was still and quiet. The little box on the wall had a red light, showing that the alarm system wasn’t active right now. It was so nice to have control of these things from my phone.
Crouching, I set my backpack on the floor and unzipped it. I pulled out the rope- a rough texture that would quickly chafe her skin if she struggled. After wrapping it around my arm, I filled a syringe and tapped out the air bubbles. It wouldn’t knock her out for long and when she woke up, she’d have a hard time fighting through it. Since she lived in an apartment, I couldn’t have her screaming too much. Just a bit.
I stepped into her room and dropped the rope on the floor. The small thud made her stir a little, but she didn’t wake up. After turning my mask on, I knelt on the bed, positioning a leg on each side of her hips. I pushed forward so that my cock rubbed on her ass through my jeans. She made a disgruntled sound and when I settled my hands on the mattress, she peered at me over her shoulder.
With a gasp, her eyes went wide and she tried to roll over. I grabbed onto her wrists, holding them down.
“Get off of me,” she shrieked.
“Shh.”
She let out a sob as she tried to buck me off. I lowered myself, pressing my weight into her back. With the mask touching her face, I inhaled. When she took a deep breath, I covered her mouth to muffle her scream. She tried to bite me, so I flipped her over and straddled her before I locked my fingers around her throat, cutting off her air.
“Not a very clever fox,” I said, making my voice sound deeper and adding a slight accent. I’d practiced and recorded it for an insufferable amount of time to make sure she wouldn’t be able to recognize me.
“Please,” she whispered.
I ground my hips into her, drawing a whimper from her lips, then pulled the syringe from my hoodie pocket. Her eyes flashed to it and another sob shook her. She squeaked when I pushed the needle into her neck. A moment later, she went limp.
Easy as pie.
Now it was time to set up.
I got to work with my tools and started making a couple of holes in the ceiling. There was a supporting beam that was inside and ran from one end of the room to the other. It was the perfect structure for my purposes.
Once the hooks were secured, I tugged on them hard to make sure they wouldn’t pull free when she inevitably struggled. I threaded the rope through all six of them, which would help to distribute the weight from each spot.
Grabbing Alana, I undressed her, then flipped her onto her stomach and bent her legs so that her heels pressed into the backs of her thighs. I wrapped the rope around her ankles multiple times to keep them secured, then moved on to her wrists. Taking the ends, I pulled them taut and looked her over.
With her legs bent and her arms suspended above her, her knees rested on the mattress but just barely. It put enough pressure on her wrists that it would hurt. If she struggled, it would be a lot worse. Her legs weren’t bound together, but instead were each connected to the rope on the corresponding wrist, keeping her spread open for me. She wouldn’t be able to gain any traction since she couldn’t use her feet, which left her completely at my mercy.
While she was still unconscious, I grabbed the labia clamp and laid underneath her to situate it. It was almost funny how I felt like I was working on a car in this position. The view was significantly better.
The clamp pinched either side of her labia and the shape narrowed at each end. I adjusted it so that it held her open and connected the two clips and plugged them into the handheld device.
When I rolled onto my knees in front of her, she let out a little sound and opened her eyes. She still looked extremely out of it, so I pressed one of the buttons, delivering a shock through the length of the metal clamp. She jerked and released a huff of air. I pressed one finger against her clit and did it again, humming at the sharp feeling of electricity that passed over my skin.
“Hello, Alana.”
Her eyes finally focused on me before they widened. She thrashed, then hissed and looked up at her wrists. I gave her a moment to evaluate her position, watching every emotion pass over her face. In the end, she settled on fear. It was just as fucking beautiful as I knew it would be. When her lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears, I reached out to catch one with my finger.
“Don’t touch me,” she cried.
“Too late.”
“No, please. Please, please, please.”
“Begging already? I thought you’d make me work for it.”
She hung her head and began blubbering. I pressed the middle button and she cried out at the shock that traveled through the metal, all the way up to her clit. Another tear rolled down her cheek and her breaths were shaky.
“W-why are you doing this?”
I cocked my head. As I ran my thumb over the buttons, she tracked my movement. She tried to close her legs but could hardly move them and when she did, it tugged on the ropes around her wrists too much.
“Remember when you went against my advice?”
“You can’t do this.”
“Hm. That’s interesting.” I pressed the highest button, earning a shrill cry. “Shh. If you’re too loud, I’ll have to put a gag in your mouth. I’d much rather hear every sound you make.”
“Tell me who the fuck you are,” she demanded more aggressively as she yanked on the ropes. Her wrists already looked red underneath. If she wasn’t careful, she’d break the skin at a certain point.
Moving closer, I brought my face level with hers. She sucked in uneven breaths but stared directly at the mask. I wished she could see my eyes.
“Let me introduce myself, Alana. I am the one who owns you. I am your savior but also your undoing. I’m who you should fear when you hear something move in the middle of the night. Every creak of the floorboards should make your body tremble with my nearness. When your neck prickles and you feel like you’re being watched, I want you wet and needy because you know who lurks in your shadow.”
“Fuck you. You’re crazy.” She screamed when I shocked her again.
I moved my hand between her legs, which made her start thrashing. After I slid my fingers over her entrance, I pulled them back and held them up to her.
“I’m crazy? You’re the one who’s wet right now, Alana.”
“Not because I want it.”
“Hm.”
I held my finger down on the button and watched her face. After the initial pain, her head tipped back and her shoulders tensed. A moan slipped from her lips and my cock began to harden. I dipped my fingers under the mask to taste her as I listened.
“S-stop,” she pleaded.
“Mm. Beg, Alana.”
“Stop. P-please.”
When I inserted two fingers, she gasped. Her hips moved, then she realized what she’d done and went completely still. She looked at me with fury in her eyes and tried to maintain that expression as I stroked her g-spot.
“I think what you’re really begging for is to cum.”
“No.”
She spat at me, which just made me laugh. I moved forward and rubbed the mask against her cheek to clean it off. When I removed my fingers, I smeared her wetness in the same spot before I shoved them into her mouth. She bit down hard, so I dug my nails into her tongue until she released me.
“That’s an example of what we don’t do.”
I turned the toy down to low before I unzipped my pants. Her breaths picked up and she averted her gaze. Holding onto my cock with one hand, I grabbed her face with the other, forcing her to look down at it. When she closed her eyes, I yanked on the end of the rope to pull her up higher. She cried out in pain, but I held her there until she finally looked at me.
“Keep your eyes on my cock,” I instructed.
She shook her head, so I reached for the rope again.
“Wait,” she rasped. “I-I’ll look.”
Tentatively, she dipped her head. She began to shake more violently than before as she watched me stroke myself.
“Don’t worry,” I murmured. “I’m not going to fuck you with it this time.”
“This time?”
“I think that’s more of a third date move.”
“No, please.”
“Stop telling me no.”
“N- I’m sorry.”
“Good. You have a choice now, Alana. Piss on you or cum on you.”
Her mouth hung open and I thought about how satisfying it’d be to shove my cock inside while she was restrained like this. She couldn’t fight me off. Her tears would coat my shaft, becoming a part of me for the night, then they’d mix with my cum in her throat.
“Choose, Alana.”
“None.”
“Then maybe I’ll fuck you.”
“No! I, uh…” Her eyes moved past me as she struggled to decide. “Why a-are you doing this to m-me?”
“Because deep down, you’ve always wondered what it was like. Don’t try to lie.”
“Not like this.”
“Call it a touch of realism.”
I ignored the vehement shake of her head. It was possible she was going to turn into a sobbing, incoherent mess soon, which didn’t work for me. With a sigh, I got off the bed and pulled her drapes closed, casting the room in near total darkness. I rifled through her closet until I found a thick scarf, then tied it over eyes, making her freak out even more.
I turned the machine back to high and let out a groan when she shrieked. One of my hands settled on her breast while I pushed three fingers into her. She squirmed, trying to get free, but she had nowhere to go. I focused my attention on her G-spot while I repeatedly brushed my thumb over her nipple. She was fighting off her orgasm with everything she had.
Lying on my back, I moved underneath her, settling between her legs. She tried to close them, only to fail again. With the glow from my mask and the clamp spreading her wide, I could see how her cunt glistened above me. Removing the mask, I let it rest beside my face so that it would continue to light my way to the paradise that was in front of me.
Sticking out my tongue, I raised up on my elbows and made one long swipe from her clit to her entrance, then pushed it inside of her. Returning my fingers to her pussy, I pumped them in and out. She was fucking dripping and when I pulled them back out, her wetness slid down my palm.
I unfastened the clamps, then bit down on her sensitive vulva. She cried out and started begging nonsensically for me to stop. Instead, I suctioned her clit between my lips before I started working her with my tongue.
“You’re going to cum regardless,” I said in-between strokes. “And you’re going to enjoy it. If you wanna fight it and edge yourself, go right ahead. Until you soak my face, I’m not moving from this spot.”