Chapter 15 Laynie
Iwoke up panicked but realized I was in Linc’s arms. I knew Eddie would come through those elevator doors in no time. He was going to be livid when he found out Linc took me out of the apartment and that I looked happy. I already knew this would push him over the edge. He thrived on humiliation and pain. Knowing I was not currently experiencing this would certainly make him come get me. If this got back to Alek, it would be worse. Alek was extremely jealous. If I ran away, they would blame Linc and I would risk not only his life but J.C. and his mom. I couldn’t live with that on my conscience and I wanted to call my mom so badly. I wanted to tell her to come and get me. To tell daddy I was okay, and that I wanted to come home.
Last night was incredible. A man has never made me feel the way Linc did. I felt normal, and thinking about going back to my dungeon was terrible. The anxiety and fear were rippling through me. I felt the urge to cut again.
I heard him in the other room talking on the phone, so I found my knife and headed to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet with my knees spread apart and took a deep breath. Using the knife, I traced an old scar that I found. I let the blood drip into the toilet. I cut another and another and I couldn’t stop. It was giving me a high. Having control of something that everyone else thought they had control over. I heard Linc knock at the bathroom door.
“Laynie, are you okay in there?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” I called back, trying to sound casual. It must not have worked because the bathroom door came flying open. Damn, I thought I locked it.
He looked at me on the toilet and then the knife and then the blood.
“What the fuck are you doing?” His voice scared me and I dropped the knife on the floor.
“Is this because of what happened last night? You’re cutting yourself because you’re afraid?” His voice was calmer this time, but still angry.
I looked down at my hands covered in blood. I felt ashamed. Why did he make me feel this way?
“Stop doing this shit. Your body will never heal. Jesus fucking Christ,” he said as he grabbed my arm and lifted me off the toilet.
I didn’t want to be touched right now. I reached down and picked up the knife and pointed it at him. “Le-leave me alone.”
He didn’t look afraid. In fact, he looked amused and this set me off. I lunged forward at him and sliced him across the chest with the knife. Blood dripped down from his right peck.
He didn’t move an inch. “Do you feel better now?”
“Fuck you,” I spewed.
He just stood there while I gripped the knife in my shaking hands, blood dripping from my naked thighs.
All of the sudden, we both heard the elevator into his penthouse ding. “Oh my God, it’s them. What if it’s them? They are coming for me.” I quickly reached for my pants and pulled them on as fast as I could.
Linc didn’t look as worried as me, but he looked confused and that scared me even more. He walked out of the bathroom as I paced back and forth, trying to think of an escape. Then I heard her voice. It was J.C. It wasn’t them. A giant wave of relief washed over me and a sob escaped my throat. I leaned my back against the wall and slid down until I hit the floor. I heard them talking, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
Linc entered back in the bathroom and looked down at me. I could see the blood soaked through the shirt he just put on.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. If I had done that to any of the men that paid for me, Eddie would have hung me by my wrists for a week.
“Go get cleaned up. I have to go out for a bit. I’ll be back later. J.C. is here if you need anything.” He seemed indifferent and I felt even worse. Then he was gone.
I wiped up all the blood off the floor and the toilet and cleaned myself. I didn’t feel like talking to J.C. right now so I just curled up in bed.
A few hours went by and I heard voices in the kitchen again. He was probably back. I didn’t know if I should wait for him to come check on me or if I should just get up. My stomach growled for my answer.
J.C. was in the kitchen cooking, and Linc was talking on the phone. It sounded like he was laughing, almost flirting, and I suddenly felt jealous even though I had no right to.
“Hey sleepy head. How was your nap? I heard you had a rough afternoon,” J.C. said while stirring a pot of potatoes on the stove.
“I feel better now,” I said.
“It’s good to hear you talking now. How’s the tongue?”
“Better.”
“Did you know the tongue is actually the fastest healing organ on the body?”
“No, I didn’t.” I sat across from her at the bar.
“Who’s he talking to?”
J.C. tilted her head as if trying to hear his conversation in the living room.
“Maybe Julie. His on and off again girlfriend. Honestly, I can’t keep up with those two. Literally toxic.”
My heart pounded in my chest. Girlfriend? He had a girlfriend? I mean, he never promised me anything. Only to help me escape. But the way he treated me. I just couldn’t understand how he could have someone else. Hell, he even kissed me. The way he touched me and held me. I felt like I was going to be sick.
J.C. must have noticed my change in demeanor and turned to face me. “Is he sleeping with you?”
“No, no,” I said too quickly.
She eyed me with suspicion. I wanted to tell her he had kissed me and that he had taken me on the best date I had ever been on, but I didn’t.
I felt Linc walk up behind me. He kissed me on the top of my head. I jerked away. I didn’t want him doing those things to me if he had a girlfriend.
He didn’t react, as he probably was thinking I was still upset from earlier.
I said little during dinner. The food was delicious, so I made sure that J.C. knew how much I appreciated it. She took the compliment with grace.
“What day is Eddie coming for me?” I asked out of nowhere to Linc.
He swallowed and stared at me. “I am working on that, Laynie.”
“Alek will never let me go. It’s not even about money, Linc.”
“Trust me, baby girl, it’s always about money.”
“We will find out then, I suppose.” I pushed my plate away. “I’m going to bed.”
“It’s only 6 PM,” Linc said.
“I’m tired.”
I entered the room and sat on the bed. Linc entered right behind me.
“What’s wrong Laynie?”
“The list is so long. I wouldn’t have time to tell you before Eddie got here.”
He didn’t laugh. “Stop making jokes. Are you okay?”
I sighed, “J.C. told me you have a girlfriend and I don’t know why, but it bothers me.”
He laughed. “I don’t have a girlfriend, Laynie.”
“Who is Julie then?”
He sat next to me on the bed. “Someone I fuck occasionally, but not my girlfriend. I don’t have girlfriends.”
His answer didn’t make me feel any better.
“Laynie, I just met you. I have a past, doesn’t everyone?”
I scoffed, “Not me. I don’t get to choose who I fuck. They just choose me and I lay there and let them have me.”
I could see the anger flicker in his eyes.
“You have a choice now.” he leaned over and wiped the tear that fell down my cheek.
“I’m sorry I cut you earlier. I was upset,” I said.
“You always try to stab people when you’re upset?” He smirked.
“No. Because they would normally stab me back.”
His smirk faded. “I don’t care about that. I just want you to stop cutting yourself.”
“I’ll try.” I lied. As I relaxed on the bed, my eyes fixated on the ceiling. He laid next to me, doing the same.
“Do you think you can find Charlie?”
“I can try.”
“I don’t even know if she’s alive,” I said, quietly.
“What happened when they took you? Were you ever together?”
“No, we had bags over our heads and I was screaming. When I could finally see, she was nowhere around. I know she was in the van with me that left our apartment that night. A big thing for them is not allowing us girls to communicate, and if we are caught, we are punished. They don’t want us forming bonds. That’s probably why they separated Charlie from me.
“Although she might have been separated from you, I bet Alek still owns her,” he said.
“Maybe. He refuses to sell his favorite girls, but I don’t know if Charlie is one of them.”
“Let me do some digging.”
“Thank you.”
He turned and laid his hand across my stomach. “Let me give you a massage. I’ll be careful around your bruises.”
I turned over on my stomach as he nudged me to take my shirt off. I complied, and he unclasped my bra. With my breast against the bed, I laid flat on my stomach. He rubbed some lotion in his hand as he slowly worked it into my back. It felt incredible. He started at my shoulders and moved his way down my back. After 10 minutes, he pulled my shorts down and my panties.
“I’m just going to massage you,” he said.
I felt my body tense, but he had given me no reason not to trust him. I lifted my waist off the bed so he could pull off my shorts with ease. With my ass up, I laid there naked. I heard him squeeze more lotion from the bottle. He rubbed it into my ass, squeezing with just enough pressure that it felt mesmerizing. He worked his hands over my ass, squeezing and rubbing and occasionally moving down into my thighs. I could feel myself drifting off, but refused to allow myself. He was careful around my cuts and bruises that were on display for him to see. He only brushed over them lightly with his hands. After finishing that area, he moved down to my calves and then to my feet. I felt like a princess, like someone who was being worshiped. I arched my ass in the air and trembled when his hand slipped in between my legs. He moaned when he felt how wet I was for him. He used his thumb to make tight circles around the bead of my clit. I moaned and arched into him for more.
“You’re wet for me, baby.” His finger slid in and out of me while he kept swirling around with his thumb. I could feel the sign of an orgasm calling me in the distance. He must have heard the call too, because he paused. “No baby, not yet. Are you sure you want this?”
I nodded.
“No, look at me.”
I rolled onto my back and stared up at him. “I want to know what this is supposed to feel like.”
I saw a wave of sadness touch his eyes and then it was gone.
“I will show you, baby. As long as you’re sure.”
I nodded again. My throat felt dry and scratchy and I couldn’t find the words.
He leaned over to me and pulled a condom out of his nightstand.
Most of the men who fucked me didn’t wear condoms. We were given depo shots monthly, as well as penicillin shots to stop any diseases we may have contracted, granted if they were treatable. It was possible I was carrying something, so I understood the use of the condom, but this part of me ached to feel his skin against mine, but that was selfish.
He slipped the condom on and positioned himself on top of me. “Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.” I felt the tip of his dick sliding into my entrance and moaned.
Once he was fully inside me, he moved back and forth. It was the first time it didn’t hurt. My wetness created the lubricant it was supposed to, and I was seeing stars. I could never get this wet for the other men and if I did, I felt betrayed by my body and hated it even more. Linc watched me as he fucked me and I kept my eyes glued to his. After a few minutes he pulled out, leaving me desperate and empty.
I began to protest, but he shushed me. He sat on the back of his heels and scooted me down on the bed to where my opening was positioned right in front of his dick. He filled me again, and I moaned, crying out his name.
He grabbed both sides of my waist and rocked me back and forth on his dick. “Touch yourself, Laynie,” he growled.
I did as I was told. I slid my fingers down to the bead of my clitoris and rubbed in circles. With each thrust, I could feel the orgasm building again as he fucked me harder. I rubbed myself faster and faster until I exploded. It had been so long that the orgasm crushed through my body like a wave of relief. He started pounding in me faster until I felt his dick twitching in me, releasing himself. He collapsed on top of me, kissing me everywhere.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I said, slightly out of breath.
He pulled up and removed the condom but drips of his semen hit my stomach. Leaning forward, he discarded the condom. He came back and rubbed the semen into my skin like lotion.