27. Char
CHAR
I screamed until my voice was hoarse. Until my throat burned with every sound that I made.
My hands had long since fallen asleep and my legs grew tired from holding my swaying body still.
The energy drained itself from my body. The darkness ripped any shred of relief or happiness from my soul. I was scared, alone, and worried.
I had been fighting so hard that I didn’t even realize how badly I was sweating until the door in front of me creaked open.
“Sounds like someone’s put in a good workout up here,” Deacon said.
I kept my mouth shut as he stepped into the room and closed the door.
I whimpered as the light disappeared. The small sliver of light he had afforded me dissipated into nothingness, and I felt all alone again.
It reminded me of the times I pissed Dad off so badly that he locked me in the basement with the rats.
Rats that gnawed at my toes if I didn’t climb into something.
“You’re a fighter?—”
“Ah!” I yelped as his voice appeared at my ear.
His body heat beat down against my back as he hovered behind me. “I’ve been a fighter my whole life.”
I rattled the chains above my head, despite the pain trickling down my arms. But, all it did was cause my body to sway. I whimpered as my body dangled there. As my knees gave way. The chains held me up as Deacon stood behind me, probably watching me suffer for his own pleasures.
“You’ve never fought anyone like me before, though,” he glowered as the heat of his breath pulsed against the shell of my ear.
Something crept around my waist before a rock-hard protrusion settled against my back.
I felt his hand creeping along my stomach, down my torso before he started teasing the lower hem of my shirt.
I tilted my head toward the sky and drew in deep breaths as he slipped my tank top up over the small paunch just behind my belly button.
He squeezed it softly, groaning against my ear as he pressed the front of his body harder into my back.
Before his hand crept closer to my breasts.
“Deacon,” I said breathlessly.
“You don’t get the honor of saying my name, girl.”
He cupped my tender breast and squeezed it, and I hated how my nipples puckered. I hated how my skin flushed. I sure as hell hated the moan that crept up the back of my throat, but I hated even more the sound of me swallowing it back down.
Because if I heard it?
“I heard that,” Deacon whispered.
His nose traveled along my pulse point and it was all I could do to lock my knees out so that I didn’t cave. How could a man so petrifying make me so… feral?
I couldn’t let him know the effect he had on me.
I was a goner if I did.
“Admit it,” Deacon said as his hand slid back down my stomach, “you’re curious after having Dallas.”
I shook my head. “No.”
He spanked my ass so hard that it lurched me forward. “Don’t you lie to me, girl.”
“Fucking hell, Deacon,” I groaned as my body grew limp.
His arm wrapped back around my body, and he pulled me upright. My back, flush with his body, as if he were trying to help me. My mind swirled. My body hummed. I wanted nothing more than to tilt back and kiss those beard-covered lips of his. I bet he tasted divine. Like candy on a warm summer’s eve.
My pussy ached for release as he nibbled my earlobe.
“Oh,” I whispered as my eyes fluttered closed.
“Such a whore for us, aren’t you?” he murmured.
With a flick of his fingers, he undid the top button of my jeans. I felt my zipper drop effortlessly, as if it had been waiting for its famed entrance this entire time.
And that made Deacon chuckle against my shoulder. “Even your jeans are ready for you to be the little slut you are.”
I was too scared to talk. Too scared to rebut.
I wanted to fight him, just to show him that his shit didn’t work on me.
But, my body hummed too loudly. My pussy swelled too much.
My clit yearned for the touch of his fingers, or his mouth, or even just a toy he wielded.
Anything to relieve the ache his soft kisses against my neck stirred up.
“Deacon,” I whimpered.
That is, before he grabbed the underside of my chin and tilted my head back.
“Deac!” I exclaimed.
“You don’t get to call me that,” he growled.
I panted for air as he smoothed his thumb over my upper lip. He looked at me from his upside-down perched position, teasing my skin with his touch. The calluses of his fingers shivered me to my core. Goosebumps fled against my skin, and I prayed with all my might that he couldn’t see them.
His chuckle told me his eyesight in the dark was much better than mine, though.
“Oh, Char,” he said as he pressed a kiss to my forehead, “by the time I’m done with you? You’ll be begging me for release.”
All I could do was shake my head, though. If I spoke, my voice would give me away. If I uttered any word at all, I’d already be begging.
God, what the fuck had these men done to me?
THWACK!
I cried out as he backed away and slammed his palm against my ass.
CRACK!
“Deacon!” I exclaimed.
“That’s for trying to sneak up on me,” he grunted.
POP!
“Fuck!” I yelped.
“That’s for trying to wiggle your way out of deleting that recording.”
SMACK!
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I said breathlessly.
I heard his hand swish through the air, and I braced myself for another spanking. But instead, I felt his hand return to my stomach.
“See? That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?” he asked.
My heavy eyes opened as his fingertips danced down my stomach. He slipped them beyond the opened hem of my jeans and tickled the fabric of my panties.
“Deacon,” I whispered.
That’s when he dipped his fingers into my panties. “Wanna see what good girls get?”
I nodded quickly. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Mmmm,” he hummed against the crook of my neck. “There’s a good little one.”
The instant his fingers found my clit, it was game over.
I didn’t even try to hide it. I bucked ravenously, swiveling my pelvis against his hand in a furious search for release.
My toes curled into the floor. My arms rattled around as chains clinked together, filling my ears with their musical tones.
That coil behind my gut tightened, sending shockwaves throughout my system as my body locked out.
“There it is,” Deacon growled as his teeth slid against my bare collarbone, “come for me.”
“Deacon. Deacon. Oh, fuck. Yes. Shit. Oh, God.”
“Mm, mm, mm.”
He withdrew his hand as my body spiraled out of control.
The licking sounds that his tongue made held me hostage as he sucked every single one of his fingers into his mouth.
Hearing him taste me sent my mind spiraling.
I wanted him to use me. Spank me. Fuck me, until I was a dripping, nasty mess for him.
I didn’t even care that he was angry.
All I cared about was feeling his fingers again.
THWACK!
“Shit!” I cried out.
CRACK!
“It hurts,” I whimpered.
“It’s supposed to,” he glowered as he cocked his hand back again. “That’s what punishments do.”
POP!
“Oh, hell,” I said breathlessly.
“Maybe you’ll be a good girl and listen next time, yeah?”
SMACK!
His hand threaded its way into my hair and he yanked my head back once more. My body went limp against him, and yet he just let me dangle there. Hanging from nothing but my wrists. His hand crept back down into my soaked panties. He found that oversensitive nub of mine and softly stroked it.
While he placed soft forehead kisses against my skin.
“Deac,” I whispered.
“Call me that again,” he murmured against my skin, “and I won’t stop spanking you until every inch of this plump ass of yours is covered in my handprints.”
I giggled softly. “Promise?”
“Fucking hell, little one,” he growled as his ministrations picked up the pace, “I like your brand of crazy.”
I didn’t even have the energy to fight. I wasn’t crazy.
Or, maybe I was. Or, maybe I just didn’t care.
Whatever the case, all I knew were his fingers.
All I knew was my body vibrating for him as he ripped another orgasm from my body.
My arms ached. My ass stung. But, oh God, how beautiful the pain felt as my second orgasm tore through my body at lightning speed.
“Deacoooooon!” I cried out.
“That’s it,” he hissed as his fingers continued to play me like a fiddle, “let everyone in this house know who owns you.”
“You do,” I said breathlessly.
“Let them know who controls you.”
I ground against his fingers. “You do. You do, Deacon.”
He nipped at my neck. “Tell everyone who you come on command for. Now.”
And just like that, my third orgasm blinded me as my eyes rolled back.
“Deacoooooon!” I shrieked.
I shot into the heavens. Electricity held my heart hostage as blood rushed through my veins at a violent speed. I slumped, hanging my head toward the floor as I gasped for air. Sweat dripped down my brow. I watched it fall into the darkness as my arousal slipped down the insides of my thighs.
I needed him.
I had to feel him.
And I didn’t even care that it made him right about me.
“Deacon, please,” I whispered.
He came to stand in front of me and gripped my chin before lifting my tired gaze to his.
“Please, what, little one?” he asked.
The words fell off my lips effortlessly. “Please, I need to feel you. Just once. I swear, it’ll only be just once.”
And as he bent down to level his gaze with mine, he smiled.
“No.”
“Deacon,” I whimpered.
He turned on the balls of his feet and walked away, leaving me there, dangling and helpless in the darkness.
Maybe that was my penance. Maybe that was my real punishment.
Being used, but never cherished. I wanted him to come back.
I wanted to scream at him to come back and finish the job.
But, my panting gave way to wheezing and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I lost my voice completely.
I thought he’d leave me there all night.
Leave me there to piss myself and sleep while dangling from wrists I could no longer feel.
That is, until lumbering footsteps echoed back into the room.
“Deacon?” I asked.
I hated how much hope there was in my voice.
“No,” Gauge said plainly.
“Gauge,” I whispered.
I didn’t know what the hell he did, but after he came to stand in front of me, my arms were freed.
They dropped back down to my sides and I cried out in pain as my joints set themselves on fire.
Gauge didn’t flinch, however. He dipped down and released my ankles before scooping my tired, aching, damp body into his arms.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked as my body levitated.
“To a bedroom,” Gauge said.
And as he exited the attic with me, walking my limp body into the blinding light of the hallway, I shielded my gaze against his chest. I turned into him, seeking the warmth and protection of his swollen muscles as my body trembled in his wake.
Before sleep took over my vision and dragged me back into the restful darkness of the night.