Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
When I wake up an indiscernible amount of time later, I’m blindfolded, my wrists and ankles spread in a starfish and bound to something hard. There’s a damp smell clinging to the air, and by the faint hint of cypress, I have to assume we’re somewhere in the Moriton forest. Probably underground.
The last thought sends a shiver of fear down my spine, and my breathing picks up speed as I imagine the walls closing in, tons of dirt pouring into the space and burying me alive.
I’m hyperventilating now, and it only gets worse when a low grumble sounds out from the opposite end of the space—a groan that is unmistakably Landon’s. The restraints dig into my skin as I fight against them, a new wave of desperation cresting in my veins, knowing he’s trapped in here with me.
This is my fault. All my fault.
“I’m so sorry, Landon,” I whisper, falling limp as the footsteps grow nearer. “I’m going to get us out of here, I promise.”
A door creaks open behind me, and though I have a blindfold on, I can’t help but to jerk my head in the direction of the noise. His footfalls are like gunshots against the concrete floor, each one sending a fresh wave of terror straight to my core as they draw nearer to me.
“You look so beautiful strung up like that, my rose.” Zay’s gloved hand splays across my neck, squeezing ever so slightly before pulling back.
Suddenly, my blindfold is ripped from my head. I only have a second to rejoice before wishing the cloth was back in place as I get a good look at Landon chained in the corner of the room.
The only light in the room is a single flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling, the scant illumination just bright enough for me to make out the silver cock cage wrapped around Landon’s pelvis. His hands are unbound, but they will do no good to unhook the thick metal collar bolted to the wall with a chain.
He reaches for the ball gag in his mouth with a helpless expression, but that too is lodged too deep in his mouth to remove without assistance.
Zay’s hand slides to my chest, cupping my breast gently and toying with my nipple, a sick little chuckle breaking the air as Landon fights against his restraints.
“You should have appreciated her when you had the chance. Now look at you,” Zay mocks, pinching my nipple hard and drawing a pained moan from my mouth. Though I should hate it, I can’t stop the warmth that builds in my core, nor the arousal that slides down my thighs with a gentle plop to the floor below.
“That’s my dirty girl,” Zay whispers, trailing his other hand to my sex and sliding his fingers through my folds, coating them in the slick arousal. “So wet and ready for what’s about to come.”
There’s a sharp hissing noise as he undoes his zipper, and then something round and hard is pressing at my entrance from the back. My eyes fly open as something else—something foreign pokes at my front walls. It’s thin and slick, slightly cool like metal, and when he drags it across my swollen clit, my head tilts back with a moan.
“Oh God, what is that?” I breathe, my eyes closing of their own accord as he continues teasing me with the hard little ring.
Zay chuckles low in his throat, refusing to answer me as hips jerks, positioning the head at my entrance once more. I gasp as he pushes the head inside, that cool little ring pressing just so against my walls and driving me mad with desire.
“Zay… oh, Zay,” I moan, forgetting everything else as my body is lost to the pleasure only he can give me. “Please,” I whisper, my body shuddering violently as he rolls his hips, prolonging my torture.
Landon lets out a low whine from the corner, and my lids snap open. I lock eyes with my fiancé as Zay pushes fully inside me, the sensation of being filled so fully drawing an inhumane cry from my open mouth.
Zay fucks me like a man possessed, his cock piercing rubbing heavenly against my walls and drawing me closer to oblivion. My head falls back as pleasure crests in my veins, but Zay snaps his hand up, forcing my chin down so I’m looking at Landon again.
“I want him to see those pretty eyes when I make you cum,” Zay growls, reaching with his other hand and pinching my clit. The mix of pain and pleasure, the depravity of the situation, the way Zay’s gloved fingers feel against my sex… it pushes me over the edge.
My mouth falls open as I explode, my orgasm tearing through me with such violence, it causes my body to shudder. I sag against my restraints as Zay prolongs my pleasure, rolling his hips while his fingers continue to stroke me languidly.
“That’s my dirty girl,” he whispers, his abdomen impossibly tight against my back as he pulls me flush against him. “You look so pretty when you come. Did you know that, rose?”
I shake my head weakly, my mind still foggy from the hurricane that just tore through my system. “I… I don’t?—”
“You don’t what, my rose?” he interrupts, sliding his hand to my throat and cupping it lovingly. “You don’t know how beautiful you look when you’re cumming on my cock? Well, why don’t we ask your fiancé?” he growls, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at Landon again. “How did she look, pussy cat? What was your favorite part? Personally, it’s when her eyes roll back when I pinch her swollen little cli?—”
“Mph Are Uh!” He mumbles, pulling uselessly against his restraints. He seems pissed, although, when I gaze at his lower half, I can’t help but notice his cock is straining painfully against the cage. Odd…
Zay laughs cruelly, bucking his hips slightly before picking up his pace again. Even though I just came, the blissful feeling of his cock has a new wave of pleasure building in my veins within minutes. The fog collects in my mind the longer he toys with me, and I’m just lucid enough to see Zay toss something small and silver to Landon. A key.
He tries the metal collar first, and when that doesn’t work, he looks to his cock in despair. Fitting the key into the lock, he releases his dick with a pained groan. An apology swirls in his light eyes as he meets my gaze, and a moment later, he palms his cock and begins stroking it slowly.
Zay laughs darkly as he continues fucking me, and I’m helpless to do anything but watch as Landon’s cock swells, his eyes hungry as he watches my face twisted in pleasure at Zay’s doing. And then, he comes.
My eyes widen in shock as Landon shoots his hot jizz all over the floor, his head tipped back in a deep throaty groan. He keeps rubbing, a frown building between his brows when his erection refuses to go down.
“Wha–what the fuck?” Landon curses, fisting his cock and rubbing it violently. Uncontrollably. “Why…?”
“It’s the lovely concoction I gave you earlier.” Zay smirks as he presses his thumb against my asshole, causing a squeak to leave my mouth. “You’ll want to rub and rub and rub, but nothing will scratch that itch you have. Nothing, except the antidote.”
“W-where is it?” Landon asks, his face twisted as he fights another orgasm. “Where?”
“You’ll get it soon enough,” he says, his cock stilling inside me. “But first, I want to make a deal.”
“What deal?” Landon demands.
“You are engaged to Carlotta, no? That needs to end. Now.”
I open my mouth to object, but Landon is already speaking. “Done.”
“What the fuck?” I spit, shooting daggers at my so-called fiancé. “Are you serious? After all we’ve been through?”
He looks pained, though I have a feeling it’s more to do with the raging erection he’s currently nursing. “I’m sorry, Lottie?—”
“You know what? Just stop.” My face twists in disgust. I can’t believe I wasted so much of my time on a man this spineless. “And don’t call me that. Clearly, we’re not close enough for that.”
“Lottie…” he whines, his mouth twisted in an ugly frown as he turns to face Zay. “It’s his fault, Lottie. He’s the one who’s doing this! He’s the one who kidnapped us, who’s breaking us!”
“You didn’t need any help breaking us,” I snap. “We’ve been done for years. This is just the nail in the coffin.”
“Lottie—”
“While I’m super enjoying watching him squirm like a worm, I really need to finish the negotiation.”
Landon looks at him in alarm. “I already said I’d call off the engagement! What more do you want?”
He just tips his head, his chest shaking with a laugh. “Isn’t it obvious?”
His hand grips my throat possessively, and I have no questions about what he means.
My face goes red. “What? That’s preposterous?—”
“Done.”
My mouth pops as Zay throws a key and a syringe to Landon, all while still thrusting violently inside me. Landon grabs the shot greedily, pushing it into his thigh before he uses the key to unlock the metal collar. In moments, Landon’s erection subsides, and he breathes a deep sigh of relief.
Giving me an apologetic look, he shuffles toward the exit, his head hung low while I struggle against my restraints.
“Landon! Landon don’t leave me here!” I cry, my eyes wide and body confused from the conflicting feelings running through me.
“I’m sorry, Lottie,” he says, though his face lacks any true conviction. “I’ll come back for you, I promise…”
The door slams closed, sealing my fate.
Zay laughs maliciously, pulling his cock from me and stepping around in a slow arc, finally coming to a stop right in front of me. My heart clenches as I take in that familiar red mask—the one that haunts my every nightmare and waking fantasy.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he reaches up and pulls the mask from his face. Finally letting me see the monster that resides beneath. Only, when I look upon him, I see no monster at all. My pulse thrums violently as he leans in, taking a deep breath of the fear and desire rolling off me in waves.
His lips spread into a maddening smirk, one that has desire pooling in my belly and a wildfire sparking to life in my heart. But it’s what he says next that undoes me—makes me forget anyone that came before him.
“Finally alone. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you, my little rose.”