Chapter 12
HYDE
Itwisted the long handcuff chain between my fists as I followed Catherine home.
Power coursed through my veins. Each time I took the formula, I claimed more of Jekyll’s soul. Soon there would be nothing left of him. Then I would truly come into my own. None of this hiding in the shadows, waiting for him to unlock my cage.
Her footsteps faltered as she glanced behind her.
The light was dim. I knew she could not see me, just as I knew she could still feel me.
It was in how she walked. The sway of her hips, the anxious looks back. The way her eyes searched the gloom in fear laced with anticipation.
She knew I was stalking her.
She knew what was coming.
And against her will, I was certain she craved it.
Craved the release that would come from being under my controlling hand. Of being given no choice but to submit. Some women just needed that final push into complete domination.
I tested the weight of the handcuffs, luxuriated in the feel of the warm metal as it pressed against my palm.
Catherine turned into the small, deserted courtyard that led to her apartment.
I leaned against the wall and waited, anticipation increasing the pleasure I felt in stalking my prey.
I imagined her turning and hastily locking the door. Leaning against the door, she’d feel safe for the moment. I could see her backing away, questioning her own instincts.
Maybe she hadn’t seen me?
Maybe it was all in her head?
Maybe she was just overwrought and needed sleep?
She would head to her tiny kitchen and pour herself a glass of wine.
As the minutes ticked by, her tense muscles would loosen.
Her nerves would relax. She would convince herself that it had all been in her imagination.
Maybe she’d tell herself she was just a one-night stand for a man like me, a piece of ass easily obtained and forgotten.
She’d be wrong.
Jekyll thought he was in love with her. What a stupid, insipid emotion. Typical of him.
I wasn’t in love with Catherine. I was obsessed with her.
I needed to feel her skin against mine like I needed my next breath.
She was the force that pulled me from the depths of Jekyll’s consciousness into being.
Without her, without the emotions she inspired, I was nothing. She was the key to my very existence.
I checked my watch, or more specifically, Jekyll’s watch. A cheap functional thing. I hadn’t changed into one of my suits for one reason only. Fortunately, Jekyll had chosen to wear a thick leather belt with his denim trousers today. I knew it would come in handy for my plans for Catherine later.
I waited another twenty agonizing minutes before making my way to her apartment door.
The lights on the lower level were out. I could see a single white light through the lace curtains of an upstairs room.
Her bedroom. I approached her front door and tried the handle.
Locked. I smirked. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out Jekyll’s wallet and removed a credit card. It took only a moment to break in.
I swung open the door and quietly shut it.
I stopped and listened.
Silence.
Grasping the chain of the handcuffs more firmly so it wouldn’t rattle, I kicked off my boots and shrugged out of the atrocious tweed vest Jekyll favored.
I then unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it over my head.
I knew Catherine was likely to struggle and I didn’t want to lose my grasp on her while undressing.
All I wanted to do the moment I saw her was unzip my trousers.
Plus, it wouldn’t do for her to recognize Jekyll’s clothes on me.
I made my way up the ancient wooden staircase. Halfway up, a floorboard squeaked. I paused and waited. My lips twisted in a ruthless smile. I knew Catherine had likely heard my footfall on her stairs. She would know I was coming for her. Good.
At the top of the stairs were only a small hallway and one closed door.
I placed my hand on the vintage crystal doorknob and slowly turned it.
It spun counterclockwise about halfway before stopping.
The clever girl had tried to lock herself in.
I tapped on the door with my knuckle. “Catherine.”
There was no answer.
I tapped again. “My pet, I know you are in there. Open the door.”
I waited.
Finally, a hesitant reply. “I’m calling the police.”
“We both know you aren’t, because if you did, I’d be forced to show them the pair of panties you so generously gifted me after our last liaison.”
“You’re a monster.”
“True.”
“I hate you.”
“Also possibly true.”
“I want you to leave.”
“Now we both know you are lying again, dear pet.”
“Please just leave.”
“No.”
“I’ll call your brother!”
“You can try.”
With amusement, I waited. Moments later the mobile in my pocket rang. I let it ring several times to make certain she heard, then I called through the door, “Oh, now this is embarrassing. It seems I picked up Jekyll’s mobile by mistake.”
There was no response.
“Catherine, if you make me knock down this door, I won’t be responsible for the emotions such an action would arouse in me.”
Again I waited, silently rooting for her to not open the door, wanting her to push me to the limit and beyond.
My little pet did not disappoint.
The door remained locked. Knowing if I taunted her any further the silly girl might attempt to jump out of the bedroom window, I took a step back and raced forward, shoving my shoulder against the bedroom door. The wood easily splintered from the hinges as the lock gave way. The door swung open.
On the other side was Catherine, backed into a corner, holding a small nightstand lamp aloft as a makeshift weapon.
She was dressed for bed in a charming silk nightgown with little flowers on it.
Her beautiful hair was down and lying in waves over her shoulders; with her glasses placed neatly on the nightstand, I had an unobstructed view of the alarm in her gorgeous emerald eyes. “Stay back!”
I lifted my arm and let one side of the handcuffs tumble out. “Now why would I do that.”
Her beautiful eyes widened.
This was going to be fun.
Catherine chucked the lamp at my head and tried to run past me. I deflected the lamp with my right forearm, and snatched her around the waist with my left. “Not so fast, little one.”
I grabbed her by the chin. “Miss me?”
I then claimed her mouth. She bit my tongue.
Relishing the taste of blood, I bent her over my arm as I claimed her mouth again.
Crushing my lips against hers, giving no quarter.
The moment I relented, she lashed out. Slapping me across the face, her nails caught my cheek.
While blocking the doorway, I lifted my fingertips to my face and pulled them back, seeing the droplets of blood from her scratches.
I stalked forward.
She backed away from me until she was trapped on the other side of the bed.
It was useless. There would be no escape for her.
The smell of her fear was intoxicating. I leaned against the doorjamb framing her broken door, which was dangling from one hinge. “Unbutton your nightgown.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “Please don’t make me.”
Ignoring her plea, I repeated, “Unbutton your nightgown.”
Seeing no other option, her shaking fingers lifted to the small pearl buttons at her throat. One by one, she slowly undid them. After five or six buttons I could see just a hint of her cleavage.
She stopped.
I raised an eyebrow. “Keep going.”
Inhaling a tenuous breath, she lifted her hands a second time. As she unbuttoned the nightgown to her navel, I licked my lips in anticipation.
She dropped her hands to her sides when she ran out of buttons.
“Now take it off.”
“Please…”
“The answer is no, pet. Now do as I say.”
Swallowing a sob, she moved her delicate shoulders up and down as she shrugged the nightgown off. It pooled at her feet. She was standing before me in only a pair of pink panties.
“Now take off your panties.”
This time she knew better than to even try to argue. She slipped her fingertips into the waistband and pulled them over her thighs before letting them drift down to join her nightgown on the floor.
She was all pale curves, pink blushes, and perfection.
I lowered my zipper then reached my hand into my trousers. I grasped my cock. “Now get on your knees.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she obeyed.
“Crawl to me.”
She lowered her head.
“Keep your eyes on me. I want to see your face as you obey your master.”
Her bottom lip trembled as tears coursed down her cheeks.
She lowered one of her hands in front of her, then the other as she crawled across the narrow bedroom floor toward me.
After this was all over and I had taken complete control of Jekyll, the first thing I was going to do was buy us a large house with a massive bedroom.
This one was too small. All too soon, she was kneeling before me. An unwilling supplicant.
I stroked her cheek as I pushed a curl away from her face. “Open your mouth.”
She opened her lips.
“Wider,” I commanded as I stepped closer.
Her lips opened wider as I rubbed the pre-come from the head of my shaft over her lower lip. “Ask me to fuck your mouth.”
“I can’t… I…”
I fisted her hair, rattling the handcuffs still in my grasp. I leaned down. “Ask me,” I growled.
“Please… fuck my… my mouth.”
Without giving her a chance to take a deep breath, I placed the head of my cock between her lips and thrust forward, straight to the back of her throat. Catherine gagged, her hands coming up to press against the tops of my thighs.
I pulled free as I wrapped my fingers around her slim wrist. I slapped one end of the handcuffs around her wrist and secured the other end around one of the posts at the top of her four-poster bed.
I made sure it was tight around an indentation in the pole so she wouldn’t be able to swing it up and over.
I squeezed her chin between my fingers as I forced her head back. “Try to prevent me from deep-throating that tight mouth of yours again and I’ll handcuff the other hand, do you understand me?”
She could only nod.
This time when I stepped closer, I pushed her head back against the bed.
She opened her mouth and I thrust inside.
Her mouth was so wet and warm, I almost shot my load.
She choked and gasped, sending vibrations up my shaft.
I pushed in deeper until I felt the tight ring of muscle at the back of her throat give.
I rose up on my toes and angled down, wanting to feel the clench of her throat around the head of my cock.
Catherine strained to take me all in. Her sharp teeth scraped along the underside of my length as her eyes pleaded with me to go gently, adding fuel to my already raging desire.
When her head stilled and her eyes rolled back, I relented, pulling back only enough to allow her to take a deep breath before I pushed back in again.
This time I continued to thrust back and forth, reveling in how her tongue pushed and swept against the head of my cock as if it could prevent me from going deep down her throat.
As my release built, I warned her, “You’re going to be a good girl and swallow every drop.”
Looking down, I watched as the wide base of my shaft stretched her pretty pink lips until they appeared almost white.
She sucked in air through her nose and gave one last gurgling sound as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
It was my undoing. I pressed my hand between her head and the side of the mattress and pulled forward, restraining her as I unleashed inside her sweet mouth, coating it with my come.
My head fell back as I pumped every last drop down her throat.
Yet, still, I was hard.
In a frenzy now, I lifted her by her hair to her feet.
I then pushed on her shoulders, knocking her backward onto the bed.
The metal chain rattled against the wooden headboard.
I knelt on the bed between her spread thighs.
Placing a hand on each knee, I spread her even wider as I stared down at her perfectly trimmed pussy. I licked my lips. “My turn.”
I leaned down and feasted on her like a ravenous animal. I couldn’t get enough of her taste, her scent.
“Oh, God!” she moaned as her fingers delved into my hair.
It was like hearing the voice of my own god from her lips.
I licked and laved at her clit, drawing it into my mouth to tease it with the edges of my teeth before pressing two fingers inside her wet hole. I passed the pad of my thumb over her little asshole. Her body clenched and shivered.
I flicked her clit with my tongue until her hips rose off the bed, her climax claiming her.
She fell back, sated and dazed.
Still, I wasn’t finished.
I rose up to position my body over hers, needing to feel the touch of her skin over every inch of mine. I laced my fingers through her free hand and raised it over her head to join her shackled arm. I shifted my hips.
Catherine moaned. “Please, I can’t. It’s too soon. I’m still sensitive.” Her voice was hoarse and broken from the sore throat I had no doubt given her from fucking her mouth so ruthlessly.
I gripped my cock and notched the head at her entrance.
I leaned down to whisper harshly into her ear, “Oh, baby girl, I haven’t begun to fuck you tonight.
Before this night is through, I’m going to whip that ass with my belt and take your mouth at least once more, but first I want to feel you come on my cock. ”
She whimpered as I pressed my shaft deep inside her tight pussy.
I kissed down her throat to caress the top of her breast with my lips. Then I opened my mouth wide, baring my teeth.
Her scream of painful pleasure was lost in the chaos of a London night.