20. Maya
20
MAYA
M y heart is threatening to beat out of my chest and my stupid hand won’t stop shaking as I lift the pen and bring the tip to the bottom of the paper. I let the metal pen glide right above the dotted line and watch my signature appear in black ink. My mouth goes dry, making my tongue stick to the roof of it.
“Now that we’ve got the contract out of the way,” Lucian says in a friendly tone. “You have one more choice to make before you walk into that room. Would you like to know what my client has planned for you, or would you rather be surprised?”
My mind is reeling with his question. Do I want to know what this random man is going to do to my body before I walk into hell, or should I go in blind? I doubt Lucian could tell me anything worse than what I’ve already conjured up. But what if it is? Could it be so bad that I change my mind or is it already too late? I just signed the contract. Would Lucian still let me walk out of here now?
Fear rises inside of me, dread swirling in my gut as the realization of what I signed up for settles in. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
“Maya?” Lucian gets my attention when I don’t say anything for a long moment.
I clear my throat and sit up a little straighter. “I would like to know,” I say, making a final decision. I’d rather know what to expect, no matter how bad it might be. I have to know.
“Okay then.” Lucian leans back in his office chair across from me. “My client has a rather rare taste when it comes to his sexual encounters. He likes his partner to be incapacitated.”
Incapacitated? A million scenarios run through my head at the word. Me tied down, unable to move an inch, is high up on that list.
Okay… I can do that. I try to talk myself up. Desperate to find the strength to do this.
“So, I guess I will be tied down then?” I ask, my voice coming out shakier than I wanted to sound.
“Not quite,” Lucian explains. “My client will administer a drug that will incapacitate you to the fullest.”
My eyes go wide, and my mouth opens with a gasp. “He wants to drug me?”
“Yes, it will be given to you with a shot.”
I shake my head, sucking in a deep breath to calm the raging storm inside my mind.
“Don’t worry, Maya. We have a registered nurse on staff that will inject you with the toxin?—”
“Toxin?” I shriek, ready to jump up and run out of the place. My eyes flicker to the door as everything inside of me tells me to get out of here.
Lucian must be reading my mind. He shakes his head. “You already signed, Maya. The deal is done. There is no way out of here other than going through hell,” he warns.
My mind drifts to the seven-foot bouncers outside the door. I know he is right. There is no way out now. I sink back into the chair and let out a shaky breath.
“So I’ll be like passed out for most of it?”
“No, the toxin we are giving you won’t alter your mind. You will be wide awake and feel everything like normal, but your body will be paralyzed.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
I stare at Lucian, almost waiting for him to laugh and tell me this was a joke. Only he isn’t smiling. He is giving me time to process, I think, because for a minute, he says nothing. He simply looks at me with a somewhat pitiful expression.
“Are you ready?” He breaks the eerie silence.
I can’t make my tongue work, so I nod instead.
Lucian claps his hands together. “Great, go ahead and step outside. My staff will take you to the room your buyer has picked and give you further instructions.”
I nod again, before forcing my body to push up into a standing position. On shaky legs, I make my way out of the office without another word. What else is there to say?
One of the giant bouncers motions for me to follow him. He starts walking down the hallway, and I tag along like a lost little puppy. He leads me down a dark staircase, and I’m surprised that my legs are still carrying my weight since I feel like my feet weigh a thousand pounds.
The bouncer suddenly stops, and I almost run into him. “This is your room,” he says gruffly, opening the door for me.
I can’t bring myself to thank him or even force a smile. This doesn’t seem like the time for pleasantries, anyway. I walk into the well-lit room, my eyes bouncing from corner to corner, scanning the space for anything that could hurt me.
The room is simple, almost bare, besides a large king-sized bed in the center of it. The walls are gray, the ceiling black, and the floor dark red. There is a large shelving unit on the right side of the room, filled with an array of sex toys and bottles of what I assume is lube.
I gulp at the sight. There is a whole shelf with butt plugs, one of them so large I think it would tear me apart.
“Your buyer wants you naked on the bed,” the bouncer tells me with a bored tone. “The nurse will be right in with your shot.”
I can’t even muster up a nod anymore.
“You can hang your clothes up here,” he points at a coat rack on the wall next to the door.
I take another step into the room and turn around to look at the bouncer. I wait for him to leave so I can get undressed, but the only move he makes is to lean back against the doorframe.
“I’m not leaving, if that’s what you are thinking.” He shrugs. “Don’t worry, you have nothing I haven’t seen today, darling.”
Humiliation settles in my gut as I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. I hang the shirt up on the rack and slip out of my shoes before unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down my legs.
The bouncer’s eyes rake down my body, stopping at the scarred skin on my thighs. I guess I have something he hasn’t seen after all.
Ignoring his gaze, I make quick work of my underwear, hanging everything up before I quickly scurry over to the bed. There is no blanket or pillows on the black sheet covered mattress. I climb onto the bare bed and lie down in the center with my arms by my sides. The silky sheet is cool on my skin as I try to relax my already sore muscles.
I stare at the black ceiling for a few minutes until the sound of approaching footsteps has me looking at the door. The bouncer is still leaning against the doorframe, looking at me, when a woman in a black dress squeezes by him to get inside the room.
“Hi Maya, I’m Emily, and I’ll be your nurse today,” she introduces herself to me like we are at a doctor’s office for a routine checkup. Her red lips pull into a big fake smile, showing her pearl white teeth to me.
She comes to stand at the edge of the bed and puts a small black case on the mattress next to me. She opens the case, and my eyes fall on three liquid filled syringes.
“We are starting with one, which should last about an hour. I might come and administer a second dose while you are in session. Depending on what the buyer wants,” she explains, like she is running through a shopping list.
Emily pulls a pair of gloves from her pocket, along with a little square packet. She puts on the gloves before opening the disinfectant wipe to clean my arm with. The wipe is cold on my skin, but I don’t react. I’m too busy fighting the fear threatening to overtake my body.
She takes out the syringe next, and that’s when my fight or flight instinct kicks in. I suddenly sit up, pulling my arm away. “I can’t do this.” I shake my head, ready to make a run for it.
“Adrien.” Emily huffs with annoyance.
“On it,” the bouncer answers and before I know it, he is on me.
I have no idea how he got to me so fast, but I don’t even make it off the bed. Adrien’s strong hands wrap around my upper arms as he shoves me down on the bed and holds my naked, shivering body there.
Tears run down the side of my face as I helplessly lie there crying.
Emily brings the needle to my arm and plunges it into my vein. My whole body is shaking with anger and despair as I feel the cold liquid enter my body and spread through my veins.
“There you go,” Emily chirps as if she didn’t just inject me with a toxin. “All done. You should feel the effects right away.”
And I do. My body slowly stops shaking, my muscles relax, and my body sinks helplessly into the soft mattress beneath me.
Adrien removes his hands from my arms, and I go completely still. I try to move my arms, my legs, even my toes, but nothing works. I’m completely and utterly helpless.
My gaze ping-pongs back and forth between Emily and Adrien, who are both looking at me as if they are waiting for me to respond. Something buzzes in Adrien’s pocket, and he pulls out his phone to look at the screen.
“Buyer is ready,” he says to Emily, who gives him a curt nod.
Emily closes the case and picks it up, before turning around to leave the room without another word.
I can’t turn my head to look at the door, but I know Adrien is leaving too, by the sound of his footsteps.
Then I’m alone.
Naked on a bed, unable to move a muscle. Fear I’ve never felt before courses through my system, but with the drugs in my system, my body doesn’t react. I want to scream, but I can’t. I can’t do anything but wait there for my tormentor to arrive.
It doesn’t take long before heavy footfalls meet my ear. The sound echoes through the room and the dread in my chest becomes too much to bear. I want to curl up in a fetal position and cry.
The creaking of the door brings my inner turmoil to new heights.
With a flick of a switch, the lights dim, making the room look even scarier.
Footsteps approach my bed, and a man dressed in black comes into view. My gaze lands on his ski mask-covered face. His dark eyes lock with mine, and even though I can’t see the rest of his face, I can tell he is smiling.
He raises his hand to my thigh, placing his fingers right over my scars. If I could, I would shriek away. What must he be thinking right now? Is he upset that he bought damaged goods?
I almost expect him to say something or move away in disgust, instead he slowly drags his fingers upward, over my marred thigh, smooth hip, and stomach. He cups my breast and lets his thumb brush over my nipple until it hardens painfully. Leaning over a little, he moves on to the other side, sending goose bumps across my skin.
When he is done playing with my tits, his hand moves back south, taking the same path he took up, but on the other side of my body. When he arrives back on my thigh, he moves between my legs and gently pushes them apart.
My pussy opens to him as he spreads me wide, and cool air washes over my most private parts. Shame hit me like a ton of bricks when his fingers find my center. He runs his digits through my dry folds, stopping over my clit, where he presses down on it.
A spark of pleasure lights up my core, and I want to die of shame.
He continues working his thumb over the small bundle of nerves until I can feel moisture build under his touch. While his thumb remains on my clit, his fingers venture to my entrance. He pushes one of his fingers into me, my wetness easing the way, making him chuckle.
I’m so fucking embarrassed with myself. How can I get wet right now? My mind doesn’t want this, but apparently my body is on board.
He keeps fucking me with his finger until I’m wet enough for him to insert a second one. I feel so full already, but that doesn’t stop him from forcing a third in, stretching me almost painfully.
Moving his digits in and out of me, he brings his other hand up to cup my breast again. This time, his touch is a little rougher, more urgent. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and finger so hard it sends shocks of pain through my body. My limbs want to jolt, but I remain completely immobilized.
The man pinches my other nipple, sending more pain across my chest. I want to cry out, but I’m not sure if it’s solely about the pain or if it’s about the fire building in my core.
He fucks me with his fingers, my pussy now stretched enough to welcome him. I lie there with my body relaxed. I let my eyes fall shut and momentarily forget where I am and what is happening to me. All I can feel is the heat coming from my pussy and the tingling from my clit.
Just when I think I’m about to orgasm, he pulls his fingers out. My eyes fly open just in time to see him walking over to the shelves. The muscles move under his black shirt, highlighting his broad back and muscular shoulders. He is definitely strong, and he could seriously hurt me, especially with me being so vulnerable.
He turns around, walking back to the bed with two things in his hands. I want to gulp when I see the butt plug and lube.
Remaining silent, he climbs onto the bed and settles between my legs. At this angle, I can only see the top of his masked covered head, but I can hear the bottle of lube open, and I feel a cold liquid dripping onto my pussy and running down between my ass crack.
He closes the bottle cap and throws it on the mattress next to us. Then his fingers are between my legs again. He thrusts two digits into my pussy with ease. Pulling out, he brings the tip of his finger to my other hole. I want to clench up, but all I can do is mentally brace myself for the intrusion.
His finger presses into the tight ring of muscle slowly, building pressure in my ass. His tip breaches me with a sting of pain, but it disappears as quickly as it comes. Then I feel only pressure as he forces his digit into my ass. When he is knuckle deep, he pauses before pulling back out. When he thrusts in the second time, it’s deeper and almost hurts.
Finding a rhythm, he fucks my ass with his finger for a few moments. Just when I get used to the feel of being stretched that much, he forces a second finger inside. More pressure builds, but there is nothing I can do besides take whatever he gives me.
When he finally pulls out, I feel empty but stretched. My moment of relief is short-lived when I remember the butt plug. Something smooth and cold presses against my ass, and I internally start to panic again.
My already stretched hole opens wide at the toy’s intrusion. I’m stretched to the max as the wide bulb of the plug enters me. I want to cry out when he forces it inside my tight hole. I feel like I’m being ripped in two as the plug settles inside of me.
The pain stops quickly, leaving me with a fullness I’ve never felt before. The man moves the plug around a little, lightening up all my nerve endings down there. I’m shocked when the weird feeling sends small bolts of pleasure through my core.
Again, I feel ashamed of my body’s reaction. How can I react like this?
My mind is reeling, but I’m dragged back to reality when I hear the sound of a zipper being lowered.
The man hooks his arm under my leg and leans his body over mine until he settles above me with my leg wrapped around him. My pussy is wide open for him as he lines himself up with my entrance. His head dips into the crook of my neck as he pushes his hips forward, impaling me with his thick cock.
I suck in a breath, and the man’s cologne invades my senses. There is something familiar about the smell, and somehow that smell calms my nerves just a little.
A guttural groan rips from his throat as he thrusts into my tight channel. I want to tell him to go slow, but I remain silent as he forces his cock in and out of me with deep thrusts. I expect it to hurt, but all I feel is full.
I close my eyes as the man fucks me into the mattress, pressing the butt plug in further with each savage thrust. My whole body tingles as the intense sensation between my legs becomes overwhelming. The man’s groin rubs against my clit with each shove, and I can feel an orgasm rapidly approaching.
I don’t want to come. I don’t want to enjoy this, but what other choice do I have? My body has disconnected from my brain.
The man’s breath is hot on my neck as he breathes heavily now. His thrusts becoming deeper, more erratic, and the feeling in my pussy builds. I open my eyes and stare at the black ceiling as pleasure erupts from my clit and washes over my entire body. He fucks me through my orgasm. Waves and waves of pleasure cascade over me as my eyes flutter closed and, for a moment, I want the darkness to swallow me whole.
The man pushes his cock deep into me two more times before he finishes with a strained groan. He stills, and I can feel his shaft pulsating inside of me. Fuck, I feel cum running down my inner thigh and realize he didn’t even use a condom.
His body collapses on mine, his weight pushing me into the mattress until it’s almost hard to breathe. He shifts quickly, letting my leg fall to the mattress. He leans on his forearms while keeping his lower half pressed into my body.
I look up to meet his eyes, but the shadow of the mask makes it impossible to see them clearly enough to read him. I wish I could see his face; maybe then this whole thing would be less scary. If I could see him as a human being and not a silent, masked monster, things might be easier.
Once his breathing has returned to normal, he pushes himself off me. His still half-hard cock slips out of me, sending more cum running down my skin.
I don’t know what I expected to happen next, but I was definitely not prepared for him to lower himself onto me again. He rests his covered cheek on my chest, right between my breasts like he is listening to my heartbeat. The mask feels soft on my skin, just like the rest of his clothes rubbing against me. He stays like this for a few moments before he pushes back up and onto his knees.
I watch curiously as he takes in the mess he made between my thighs. I wonder what I look like down there. I imagine I’m puffy and red, my clit engorged while cum drips from my used hole. Then there is the plug still lodged in my ass, stretching around me.
The man moves to one side of the bed; closing my legs, he rolls my body over so I’m lying on my stomach. He carefully positions my head, so I am comfortably positioned with my cheek pressed against the cool sheet. Strands of my hair have fallen into my face, and he gently brushes them to the side.
I almost want to thank him for being so nice. Then I remember what else he has done to me. Even worse, what else he is going to do to me.