Take Me Once (Confessions #1)

Chapter 1

“Wh-where am I?” My voice rings through the room, bouncing off the walls and coming right back.

Breathing regularly is impossible—the air catches each time I draw it in.

Something pushes against my neck, which makes me choke on the spittle in my throat as I gasp.

Shivers run down my aching spine because of the awkward angle I’m bent into.

Blearily, I blink to see something—anything. But it’s pitch black as hell.

My mouth is so dry.

I shift slightly to take the pressure off my back, but that’s all I can manage. Whatever presses against my neck holds me down tight. And my arms, my wrists, are in a similar contraption. Biting my lip to feel the pain and refocus, I settle my fear as best I can.

Concentrate, Lizzie.

Where the hell am I?

Cold seeps into my toes—bare toes—from whatever floor is under me.

Shuffling my feet, they brush against smooth cement with small pebbles of dust and dirt that rough up my skin and prick my flesh.

Wincing, I focus even more and take stock of everything: the goosebumps rippling across my limbs, the ache in the small of my back, whatever surrounds my neck has a rougher top but the bottom against my throat has a bit of a cushion.

My wrists don’t have that same advantage.

My shoulders burn no matter which way I attempt to move my arms. I swear, if I could see something right now, my fingers would be close to my face. But I can’t escape. Or perhaps I can, but it’s going to take some time to figure out exactly how to get out of this thing—whatever this thing is.

A click echoes behind me.

I jerk with a start.

Is someone else here?

A harsh white light blazes against the wall in front of me, and if I lift my head and strain against the top of whatever is confining my neck, a cinderblock wall becomes visible. No other sounds reach my ears, but the shivers in my body increase.

Because someone else is here.

I know it.

“H-hello?” I stutter out the word. It’s been ages since my stutter has made an appearance, but this level of fear has never reached my soul and consumed it before. “I-is s-some-mm-one th-there?”

Something touches my ass—my bare ass. It’s the lightest of grazes, and then it’s gone.

Shivers run up and over my body, my nipples hardening.

I’m completely naked. There’s not a damn scrap of cloth covering me.

It’s not just my feet and my hands. I’m splayed open for whoever is in this fucking room with me.

A shoe steps onto the ground, rubber-soled. The step is light enough that it’s not loud, but the small pebbles on the cement crunch and grind as weight is pushed down.

“H-hello?” I call again, trying to sound more confident than I actually am. “Wh-who are you?”

That touch against my ass returns, this time more intentional.

It trails upward, moving to the small of my back and then down to my other ass cheek, like tiny tendrils of fabric just tickling me.

I bite my lip hard, focusing on everything I can.

If I remember something, then when I get out of here, maybe the police can come back.

The tickling moves up into the middle of my shoulders.

I push against the restraints, trying to escape them.

All I’m met with is a click of a tongue and a low, seductive chuckle.

I close my eyes, the sound of that voice wrapping around me, strangling me like whatever my neck presses against. Whoever is there moves behind me, cold hands sliding over my back and ass right where that fabric had been.

The squeak of leather reaches my ears, and I pry my eyes open, staring at the cinderblock wall in front of me.

“Wh-what are y-you d-doing?” I stutter out, trying to move away from whoever touches me.

But boots against my feet and ankles pry my legs apart.

My hips jerk downward, and cold leather presses against my butt.

I bite my lip and scrunch my face up. Finally turning side to side, I find my fingers next to my face, locked in a wooden contraption.

Splinters dig into my skin. My heart rate ramps up.

I’m going to be raped.

Whoever’s behind me is going to touch me, fuck me, rape me.

Tears fill my eyes, and I clench my hands into tight fists. Biting down hard enough that my molars ache, I push forward into the wooden contraption as hard as I can to escape, but it’s no use. I literally can’t go anywhere.

Leather-clad fingers push between my legs, teasing back and forth across my clit and pussy.

That low chuckle is back, then the fingers are gone.

They’re just…gone. Opening my eyes wide, I stare out in front of me, listening for sounds that will tell me exactly where they went, how many of them there are, what they’re planning to do next.

But then a shadow falls. The light shining becomes dimmer.

I whimper, the tears falling from my eyes disappear into the ether below me that I can’t see or feel. Fingers press in front of my nose, damp on my skin. I jerk back sharply, my neck pushing hard into the top of the wooden contraption; the slice of splinters pierce my skin, but I barely notice.

Their breathing.

It’s so loud, rushing against my ear and neck and over the side of my cheek. They’re so close to me. Closing my eyes, I breathe in and stop.

That’s my scent.

They’re pushing my juices into my face, forcing me to smell, forcing me to…

Fuck.

I’m turned on.

Breathing heavily, I tense my entire body and lift my chin as much as I can, just trying to catch a simple glimpse of whoever my captor is.

They shift. In an instant, leather-clad fingers push between my lips, and all I taste is myself.

Readily, I suck, hungry like the wild, disgusting animal that I am.

The laugh is back, sending tendrils of pleasure through my body and pooling right between my legs, right where… I breathe… right where I imagine their fingers again.

“Elizabeth Jane Noble…”

Their voice… it’s so mechanical, so harsh to my ear.

And yet, my name isn’t a curse on their lips. It’s a caress.

“Do you want to play a game with me?”