Chapter 22
Iawake with a start as warm liquid splashes over my face, breathing in the unmistakable scent of semen. It covers my eyes so I don’t open them, I just lift my forearm to wipe at them and see who just came on my face, although I’m pretty sure I can guess.
Peaking open one sticky eye as my eyelashes stick together I look up at the majestically handsome and cruel, sneering face of Jacob.
“I didn’t want to waste my morning wood whilst we have a whore in the house,” he snarls at me, then mutters what I assume is an impersonation, “Don’t fuck her, you can fuck her if you win the game.
” Then he says back to me, “What’s the point of having a slut here if I can’t fuck you whenever the fuck I want? ” He huffs.
I sit up groggily and pull up Angus’ t-shirt to wipe my face. I feel a little sad to smear his t-shirt with Jacob’s come, maybe Angus will give me another one?
“Wakey wakey Whore, it’s time for a little hide and seek. Father is here, sadly Angus is too. You need to hide, little whore, because one of us is going to find you and when we do, you are ours for the taking.” Clapping his hands loudly I jump.
Heart pounding, I run to the bathroom and use the toilet, ignoring the amused look of Jacob as he watches on. When I return to him, he says in a deadly soft tone, “Did I give you permission to use the toilet? Did you ask permission to use the toilet?”
Pausing, I realise my mistake. I wasn’t thinking, I was tired, he had just come on my face and told me I needed to be ready for their game. Dammit. I need to be smarter than this.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I reply quickly and look down, shoulders slumping down.
“Too late,” he mutters, his tone edged in dangerous humour.
“Bend over the bed. My father may have said I can’t fuck you before the game, but he didn’t say I can’t redden this fucking arse for disobeying me.
” Grabbing me roughly by the arm, he slings me head first into the bed and lifts up Angus’ t-shirt.
Kicking my legs apart, he slams his open palm across the crack of my arse and the tips of his fingers hit my pussy square on.
I mewl in pain but don’t mutter a word, just gasp for air as another, then another rains down in the same place over and over again. It hurts. It’s mortifying. But fuck me, I fucking like what this maniac does to me.
“Of course you are dripping for me you pain slut, wouldn’t expect anything less. You don’t get to come. Stand up.” When I slowly stand up and turn to face him, he wipes his glistening fingers across my mouth.
“Being our paid-for slut turns you on, doesn’t it?
You literally drip for pain, punishment and everything in between.
I can’t wait to see your reaction to whomever wins you today.
See if that ripe cunt of yours drips for each of our kinks.
Now listen, here are the rules. You stay in the house.
We give you five minutes to hide. Whoever finds you fucks you and then gets to play with you.
Before we play, we will tell you our kinks and then it’s up to you if you want to play and earn yourself that extra.
If you say no, we can choose if we fuck you again or just send you back to your room.
But you’ve got to say yes if you want to walk out of here with all the money we have offered you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” I reply automatically.
“I hope you agree to them. I cannot wait to see your face for all of them, that is going to be my reward for not fucking and cutting you right now. So, if I was you, I’d hurry along. Your five minutes are about to start.”
I look wildly back up at Jacob, he really means it, I need to get out of here and hide. I want Angus to find me, but how can I make that happen? Either way, I need to get away from Jacob, he does things to me, turns my mind and body against itself.
I find my feet and begin to move. I race across the attic room, wrench open the door, run down the stairs and into an expansive hallway lined with closed doors.
Why are there so many doors and who is hiding behind them?
I run down the hall and instead make for the next staircase that leads me down to different rooms, all open.
I run past a sitting room, library, office, dining room and come to a kitchen.
Where to hide? There must be a butler’s pantry or something I can hide in.
I decide to chance it and, as quietly as possible, walk around the luxurious kitchen in the dimmed light of early morning.
It’s eery, the whole house is eery and quiet, too quiet.
I find the butler’s pantry but there is nothing to hide behind except the door.
I decide it’s too late to make another run for it and lower myself to a crouching position, ears straining, heart pounding and breath ragged.
Who is going to find me, and what will they do to me…
After what feels like 20 mins, my legs grow tired of crouching, so I lean back and put my weight on my sore bottom, bringing my knees up to my chin, holding them to me with my arms. The longer I sit in the darkened silence, the faster my heart races and icy fear trickles down my spine, imagining all kinds of cruelties at the hands of Jacob, of the unknown kinks of the father.
What am I doing here, why am I still here?
I berate myself as I shake like a leaf. This is insane, hiding from three men, two are sure to want to harm me in some painful sadistic manner and who knows what else Angus might want to do to me, something completely beyond my imagination is my guess.
If James knew the situation I have allowed myself to get into, he’d be crazy with worry.
He probably still is that right now. Oh James, I’m so sorry, I think to myself.
But then the other side of my brain kicks in and says, but isn’t this fun?
Thrilling? When else can you run and hide from sexual deviants and know whatever their kinks are, the likelihood you will still enjoy them is very high?
And let’s not forget the money. I survived one night and day here, that has got to be $100,000 at least. I just need to hang on another four and take whatever they’re going to give me.
And judging by what I’ve experienced so far, they’re going to be pretty fucking crazy that’s for sure.
I don’t know how long has now passed as I sit tightly curled in a ball but it feels like an hour or more.
Are they fucking with me? Surely not? Do I stay and wait, or do I try and seek them out?
Like in all horror movies, I do the one thing you scream at them not to do.
I decide to uncurl my body, stretching and standing, getting the circulation back into my body before I peek my head around the door and listen harder for footsteps, noise, chatter, anything other than silence that rings in my ears as I strain to listen.
I hear and see nothing. Strange. I take a curious step into the kitchen, looking around as the morning light now streams into the room showcasing marble countertops and pale green cabinetry.
But I can’t stay to admire, I want to go back to my room and hide in there.
Creeping around the room I get to the entryway and peek along the downstairs hallway.
Nothing. No one, nothing, no noise. I see the staircase and begin to make a dash for it as quietly as I can on my bare feet.
A bulky frame steps out from behind a tall grandfather clock grabbing me from behind and slamming a hand over my mouth lifting me into the air.
The surprise knocks the air from my lungs, and I panic, flailing my arms and legs.
I kick at a side table which is the only noise I’ve heard since we’ve been playing this game.
Who has caught me? The impenetrable grip across my mouth and around my waist could be any one of the three men who have paid for me to be here.
I don’t have to wait long as I continue fighting, trying to get out of his grip or at least figure out who it is.
“Fight me, go for it, it only makes me harder,” a silky soft male voice that I have not heard before whispers close to my ear.
Despite the fact he told me that fighting turns him on, all his words have done is turn up my fight or flight mode.
Terror radiates from my body as he lugs me through the hall and into a large sitting room with brown leather sofas and a fireplace.
It looks like an old English room but I can’t take in the pretty details because my mind has gone feral in fear.
The man lowers me across the arm of the sofa, removing his hand from my mouth as he whispers, “Scream and I’ll give you up to Jacob.
” That snubs out the words from my mouth.
I’d prefer to suffer the unknown fate then face Jacob and his knives again.
Holding my head squished into the sofa, the strong man who can only be the father I haven’t met yet undoes his belt buckle and then I hear his trousers zip.
My body vibrates with a cacophony of terror and desire.
I’m so fucked up its turning me on. I haven’t seen this man’s face, body or eyes and yet desire begins to pool between my legs.
He lifts my borrowed t-shirt that is covering my reddened arse and runs his cock between my pussy lips.
I try to jolt and wiggle away, afraid of what is happening, what I am becoming.
The Father chuckles deeply from behind me.
“Look at your pussy leaking onto my cock like a good little rabbit. Is there anything we can do to you that doesn’t turn you on?
” he says darkly. “We shall see.” As he nudges at my entrance, and I feel the warm soft heat of him, I stop my wiggling and try to breathe through the stretch as my body begins to accommodate his size.
I’m opening wide for him as he only dips the tip of himself in and out, hitting my g-spot with delirious accuracy.
“You like that, little rabbit? Look at you go all still when the big bad wolf pleasures his prey.”
His words make a shudder run down my spine and although he’s scaring me with his strong restraint and cool words, they hit straight to my clit which is enjoying his assault.
My body goes limp at the pleasure he’s building inside of me, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.
“There we go, take what Daddy has to give you,” he mutters as he pushes further inside of me and we both groan at the fullness of him inside of me.
I feel the change in his calm demeanour the moment he bottoms out, turning feral.
He ruts into me with long hard strokes, it’s all I can do to lay prone and breathe as my body takes it.
I take everything he gives me, and I relish in abandon the sensations he’s creating inside of me.
I didn’t give him consent, but yet I did by being here.
It’s consent but it’s not consent and that thought alone sparks my building orgasm as he ploughs into me like an animal claiming his prize and taking everything I’ve got.
My toes are barely touching the floor, my face is still being held down facing the back of the sofa, I can feel the heaviness of his chest and body weighing over the back of my body and the scent of him and the leather fills my nose.
I know he’s climbing to his climax as his thighs shake and he mutters close to my ear, “Take Daddy’s seed now, take everything you are given, little rabbit. ”
Oh god those words take me to places I’ve never been before, I push back into him and erupt around him as my own orgasm spills over me, ripping through my body in waves of pleasure as I clasp his cock deep inside of me, draining his balls as he comes with a roar.
Tingling all over from the rough handling, rough fucking, and still roughly being held down, I feel his heavy hand being removed from my head as this man, Father, removes himself from me.
My feet find the floor and I begin to gather my limbs (and my wits) and push up from the sofa.
Standing and turning, I almost fall backwards on the sofa but a hand reaches out to grab my arm as my own comes up to cover my mouth.
Fear and shock consume me as the face smiling back at me is one of demented nightmares.
I am looking into the clear crystal eyes of a clown’s face, more specifically a Joker painted face.