Chapter 18
Katelyn
In the middle of the night, I awake with a start, and instinct yanks my body forward to sit up in bed.
I could have sworn a silky caress on my leg pulled me from my sleep.
In panic, my runaway heart rages in the cage of my chest as my eyes search the dark room.
The curtains still billow and I hear the congested snore of Eddie’s intoxicated breathing beside me.
I must be deep dreaming because of the pills.
I curl back into my pillow and, thanks to the medicine, drift off again.
I dream of Heath’s mouth, his rugged, deliciously dangerous mouth, sucking and clinging to me like a man in desperate need.
He licks and sucks, his stubble grazing the tender flesh of my inner thighs.
I try to raise my hips to meet his lips, but my legs and arms are immobile, almost as if they’re bound.
I rotate the little I can as his wicked tongue invades me, fucking me deep and long.
My pussy clenches, demanding more, begging him for more friction, deeper, harder until I can’t take anymore.
I want him to pound into me, thrust as deep as he can until I come on his cock.
I cry out in ecstasy and my nipples pucker in the cold night air that cools my hot flesh.
“Oh, my god. Fuck me, please,” I whisper, biting down on my lip.
He laughs, low and satisfied, and it sounds too real, too close, and too present.
My eyes blink wide open, and I stare at the ceiling, practically swallowing my own heart when I realize my arms and legs are bound.
I jerk on the restraints and scream as the shadow between my legs continues to lap at my pussy, sucking on the lips, tongue fucking my entrance, and flittering the flat tip of his glorious tongue over my swollen clit until I want to pass out from desire so forceful, it consumes me.
I whip my head to the side to see if it’s Eddie who’s come up with this crazy idea, but I see my husband’s form beside me, asleep, knocked out cold like an idiot. In the moonlight, I can make out the black bindings that tie him to our marital bed.
“Help,” I squeak breathlessly as the stranger consumes my sex like a hungry beast, and fear and desire drown together in my absolute arousal. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and everything is heightened when a life might be at stake.
“There’s no one to help you, baby. You’re in the devil's lair. Come for me, Princess. Let me see your pussy sing for your brother like a good girl,” he says before plunging his thick tongue inside me again.
Then he sucks my clit into his mouth and penetrates me with devilish fingers that hook and skim my G-spot until I see stars.
I come harder than I ever have in my life, each cell screaming with terror and a ravenous want.
I cry out with the orgasm as black fear and red-hot passion fuse and tangle inside me.
It’s a pleasurable anguish, an enraptured torment.
I ride the stranger’s mouth and hand like a woman undone, gone mad with all-consuming crazed lust.
My husband, of course, wakes at my screams. He jerks like a puppet in the bed as he realizes he’s in four-point restraints, a prisoner in his own bed.
“What the fuck, Kat?” he warbles.
“Oh, my God,” is all I can say as the aftershocks of the massive orgasm ride through me and turn my limbs to jelly. I grind into the man’s face shamelessly, letting him eat my orgasm like a hungry demon lover.
A wild slap resounds against my naked pussy. “There’s no God here to help you, Princess, but the devil will gladly make you come again, this time on my cock.”
The dark shadow rights himself and grins. It’s Heath, his mouth slick with my arousal, his erection immense and spotlighted in the moonlight, the colossal, helmeted tip pearlized with his cum.
“Hey, Eddie,” he rasps. “I didn’t invite you to my party.
I doubt you’ve ever been man enough to make her come like that.
You see how wet she is for me?” He wipes his lips like he’s just savored a watermelon.
“That’s what a real man can do. It’s too bad you’ve never been more than a sniveling little boy.
A brown-noser, a sycophant doing all you can to get the Shaw’s to notice you. ”
Heath lunges forward and grabs my hair, yanking my head to his straining cock.
“You want to suck me off, Kat? Show Eddie here how much you crave my cock when you can’t stand his?” he asks me, his voice husky with desire.
“Yes.” I nod. I feel like a puppet, too, and could not even support my head if I wanted to, with my hands bound to the bed frame.
“See, old pal. That’s how it’s done,” he tells Eddie.
Heath maneuvers my head in his big palm and plunges his raging cock into my eager mouth. I suck like a pornstar, hungry for his erection, reckless with need. He gags me with his monstrous hard-on, and I choke on it gladly until the saliva at the back of my throat begins to spill between us.
“Such a good cock whore, baby,” Heath praises me. “Look at her taking my cock, Eddie. How eager she is to be my slut. That’s right, gag it all down for Daddy.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch my husband’s erection grow huge and grotesque, like a pillar between his legs. He jerks and bucks in need, unable to pleasure himself or get friction on his cock.
“Eddie likes it,” Heath says. He pulls at my head, brutally fucking my mouth like a barbarian, and I love every second of it.
I want to swallow his cum, drink it down in front of Eddie.
“You like it, too, you little minx, Kat.” He reaches his other hand up my nightgown and cups my pussy hard, which is drenched in my desire once again.
“I’m fucking this next,” he says breathlessly.
Eddie groans. I’ve never seen him so turned on—the pervert, not with his stupid rape fantasies, not even when he rapes me for real.
Heath pinches my nipples, and another orgasm rolls through me, strong enough to take my breath away and make my head swim with confusion.
He flips me in a single movement, and I realize the bindings are somewhat soft and slack.
With a hand under my stomach, he yanks me upright on all fours.
Then his giant cock is filling me, my pussy gushing with arousal that drips down my thighs.
“I’m putting you this way, Kat, so you can torture him if you want to.
If you want to jerk him off, go ahead. If you think he deserves your sweet lips around his cock, do it…
Bite his cock off if you feel like it. I think I’d like you taking his pathetic excuse for a dick off with your teeth.
” His voice comes measured and choppy as he thrusts into me hard enough to make all my flesh reverberate with his pounding.
“Oh, fuck, Kat, please!” Eddie pleads. He thinks he’s won the lottery, that I’m about to give him a million-dollar blow job like the one I just gave Heath.
“Fuck you!” I hiss.
“Baby, you’re so tight, so fucking soft, so perfect.
My cock fits so perfectly in your sweet cunt as if you were made for me,” Heath coos as he fucks me.
“This ass, this wet pussy. Eddie, how does it feel to know she’s never creamed for you the way she does for me?
Did you hear her scream? Do you know how much she wants me? ”
“Put her on me, please, Heath. I’m fucking dying here,” Eddie says.
He thrusts his hips, his bulging erection pointing toward the ceiling.
He’s out of his mind with lust, and his eyes appear wild in the silver light creeping in through the open windows.
“I’ll take her ass, or her mouth, anything! ” he begs. “I’d even take yours!”
“Eddie, let’s be honest, if anyone is taking anyone’s ass tonight, it would be me taking yours. You exude bottom energy. I mean, look at that tiny pecker. Can you even make a woman come with that thing?”
“How about you just fucking watch,” I yell. My voice falters because I’m coming again, falling apart on Heath’s erection, my pussy clenching and milking his cock like a hand.
“I’m gonna come inside you, baby,” Heath croons. “I’m going to fill her pussy with cum, Eddie, so full that she’ll be dripping with it. Maybe if you’re a good boy and beg, she’ll let some drip into your bitch mouth so you can taste how good we are together.”
“You’re so good, so fucking perfect,” Heath moans as his orgasm escapes him. His hot seed unloads inside me as he spurts ribbons of cum and jerks with every wave of pleasure that rakes through him. “Look at my little sister, Eddie. Look at her taking her brother's cum.”
“Come on, guys, just a little suck. I’ll even take a hand job,” Eddie says eagerly. There’s an edge to his voice that arrives from knowing we’re satisfied, and he might be left out of the game entirely.
Heath pulls out of me and slaps my ass affectionately.
He pulls out a cigarette, taking a drag and moving methodically toward Eddie, one torturous step at a time, eyes never leaving him. “Stick your tongue out, Eddie. I want to give you a little taste. Isn’t that what people always do after they eat? Give the dog some scraps?”
In my life, I’ve never seen Eddie obey an order as quickly as does for Heath.
“Such a good boy, Eddie. I think you deserve a little treat.” Heath fists his dick moving it closer to Eddie’s mouth, which opens wide to receive him.
But it’s his hand with the cigarette that moves forward, and he extinguishes the ember on Eddie’s tongue.
“I’ll give you a hand job instead, you fucking rapist,” Heath says as he steps to Eddie, raising his fist..
“Come on now, Heath,” Eddie says, his voice laced with fear. His eyes go wide when he realizes the cigarette wasn’t the worst thing Heath could do to him and he’s in no position to negotiate. “That’s just role-playing between a married couple, Heath,” he chokes.
Heath is immovable, unstoppable. He stalks to Eddie’s and winds up, laying an incredibly forceful punch to Eddie’s testicles.
Eddie yodels and tries to writhe in pain, attempting to curl into a fetal position and protect himself from Heath’s fists, but can only jerk and squirm in his restraints.
Heath returns to my side of the bed and removes from his pants pocket the same knife he used on the beach.
He drags the blade along my skin, making a superficial cut that leaks ruby droplets that run down my skin.
“You see that, Eddie, not only does her heart and cunt belong to me, so does the rest of her body.” My eyes fall to my chest as Heath takes a finger dipped in my blood and paints his initials onto my flesh as if signing his very own work of art.
He stares at his artwork, observing it, unsure if it’s complete before digging the blade into my flesh and actually carving his initials over the blood-painted letters on my skin.
Then he cradles my face in his palm, still holding the knife now stained with my blood.
The pain should be sharp, yet all I can focus on is the heat and devotion in the depths of his eyes.
“I’m never letting you go again. I’ll kill us both, Kat, before I live another day without you.
You’re mine, Kat. You’ve always been mine.
You’ll wear my initials on your skin like a brand, the same ones you’ve placed on my heart.
” He brings the blade to my sex. “Push some of that cum out for me, baby.”
I flex, and our mingled arousal drips and clouds his sharp blade. He lifts the knife, a vicious smile crossing his face, one that even frightens me.
“Open your mouth, Eddie.”
“Heath, come on, man,” Eddie protests, thrashing in his restraints. Heath ignores him and plugs Eddie’s nostrils until his mouth opens, and he gasps for breath.
With a single flick, Heath slashes the blade from one side of Eddie’s mouth to the other, tearing his face into a wide, bloody, and grotesque Joker’s smile.
“Did you think I would let you touch her again?”
Tears stream down Eddie’s face, and I don’t realize Heath has cut out his tongue until it flops to the floor like gutted innards coated in slaughter blood.
“Did you really think either one of us would want to go anywhere near your pathetic rape-hungry little dick?”
Eddie makes pained, barnyard animal sounds as Heath stabs the blade right into the flesh of his now flaccid penis.
I close my eyes tightly so as not to see the horror show unfolding before me.
Throughout our whole marriage, Eddie’s kept a gun in the bedside table, a Glock to protect us from intruders, to theoretically hold them off until the authorities can come save us. He’s never once used it.
“How you must suspend your disbelief to convince yourself that I wouldn’t slice you up like a cow to slaughter for all you’ve done to her.
” Heath opens the drawer in the table like he lives here and pulls out the Glock as if it were his gun.
He clucks his tongue while Eddie gurgles on his own blood.
“You must have had some understanding of how much I loved her?” He holds the Glock to Eddie’s temple and grits his teeth as he leans into him, spitting, “Apologize to Kat for being such a sad sack of shit.”
Eddie whines.
“Before I shoot your fucking dick off, you worthless scum.”
Eddie makes noises. His eyes are wild with horror, and I can smell the acrid fear as it pours off him.
“Too late,” Heath says. He drags the gun down Eddie’s face and shoves it into his mouth. “Blow the gun, you disgusting piece of shit. Pretend it’s my cock.”
I hear Eddie’s teeth chatter against the barrel. He’s too scared to play along.
Heath pulls the trigger. Stone cold, no flinching.
Warm crimson blood splashes against my face and white nightgown, staining the room in countless spatters on our marital bed sheets. An arc of red spatter spans across the white curtains.