Chapter 24 - Tyson
Getting Nora’s new address in Boston was simple, and breaking into her house was just as easy. It was clear that she hadn’t been staying there. That meant she was staying with Him. She had clung onto him the moment she saw him, desperate for attention. If she wouldn’t come back to her home, I would send her a reminder of how far I would go to find her.
I needed to get close to Nora so that I could make my move when the time came. I used one of my altered ID cards, that I perfected while working for the Pavlovas, to check into the Hotel where Nora was staying. This hotel reeks of wealth, money, and power. But even the richest men had weaknesses. And I was about to prove it.
The disguise was almost unnecessary, but I enjoyed the anonymity. A shaved head and face, tinted glasses, and the nicest suit I could buy. The man that checked into this hotel is not the same one from the wedding. That man doesn’t exist anymore.
I had been patient. Watching. Waiting. Sayid thought he could parade her around in public like a prized possession. His woman. His to touch. To claim. The thought made my fingers curl into fists. She had been mine before she was anyone else’s.
I felt her first, took her first, claiming her permanently. I took everything from her, and made it so no man could want her after what I had done to her. I made it so she would have no choice but to stay with me. But I was weak back then, and I let her go away.
I let her indulge in her college dream, and the fantasy that she wanted afterwards. The thought that she could be safe with another man. I had my own fun while she was away, but never forgot about her. And after seeing her on the yacht. The flip inside of me switched back on, and I knew she was mine to take again.
I was too bold, and should have drug her back to my room before touching her. We were interrupted, but I did not let go. After losing my job at the accounting firm, I took the opportunity to grow my skills, get in with more powerful men. That way when I finally had the chance to take Nora again, I would have the means and resources to keep her.
The wedding was supposed to be the opportunity to take her back once and for all. And once back with the Pavlovas, she wouldn’t be able to leave, ever again. But Sayid ruined everything for me. He took her away from the wedding before I could put my plan into action.
Now I am going to take something away from him. Something that doesn’t actually belong to him. I will take her before she chooses to forget who she actually belongs to, and lets some rich bastard rewrite history. I just have to wait for Nora to go somewhere without her security detail. And while I waited I studied every inch of the hotel.
I was ready to wait however long it took for her to be alone. But then I got a text from Liam that ignited everything inside of me. The room blurred around me as I embraced the person I needed to be in order to get what I wanted.
Liam’s text read: “Nora is engaged. It is time you let her go Tyson.” There was also a link to a post on social media, some bullshit sports account sharing the scoreboard proposal at Fenway Park. “Marry me, Qamari” . The comment section was flooded with awe-struck fans talking about how “romantic” it was.
Romantic. My stomach twists violently, rage curdling into something darker. Something sharper. She said Yes to Him. I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms until I nearly draw blood. She is mine. She has always been mine. I claimed her. She belongs to me.
And yet, that bastard has the audacity to take her, to try and claim her, to make her feel safe enough to say yes. No. I won’t let it happen. If I can’t have her, no one can. The thought wraps around my mind like a vice, intoxicating in its simplicity.
I have spent years waiting, watching, letting her slip away because I wanted to do this right. I wanted her back the way she was supposed to be—scared, obedient, perfect. He made her feel untouchable. I am going to remind her exactly who she has belonged to all of these years.
Afterall, I had wanted her all those years ago, before I left for college. She was so young, so pure, and if it wasn’t for the threat of prison, I would have taken her then. I had spared her then, but not anymore. I have no mercy left to give her.
I had planned to make this simple, take her back to the Pavlova’s and lock her away. But something inside me… shifted further. Knowing how Sayid has touched her. Marked her. Owned her. I want to ruin her.
I glance up at my reflection in the bathroom mirror above the sink. Barely resembling my past self at all. I drag my fingers over my freshly shaved head, the smooth skin alien beneath my touch.
No more messy blonde hair. No more distractions. I am faceless now. Unrecognizable. Just a shadow moving through the hotel, no longer waiting for the right moment. I need to act now.
I grab my phone, my fingers steady as I type out a message. “Need you to set up a meeting with Sayid Hassan. Something urgent. Tell him it’s an opportunity he can’t ignore. ” The associate—one of Pavlova’s men who knew nothing of my plans—responds almost instantly.
“What’s the play?”
“Doesn’t matter. Just get him out of the hotel. I’ll handle the rest.” I smirk. This is going to be easy. Sayid will leave, thinking it was just business. Thinking he was in control. And that’s when I will take her. By the time he finds out I have her, it will be too late for him to save her.
She will feel me inside of her once again. I will give her the drugs, and use her body until they kick in. But I want to feel her fight as I fuck her. I am going to use her and play with her until there is absolutely no fight left. Then I’ll leave her perfectly destroyed body somewhere for Sayid to find. Because if I can’t have her, no one can.
My cock is hard just thinking about what will happen next. I pull my cock out of my boxers, and start stroking. Nora’s small body blaring in my mind. I grip hard, stroking up and down my shaft. I imagine the moment I find her alone—her eyelashes fluttering as she relaxes, her guard completely down. The second she opens her eyes, I’d already be there, pressing the cloth against her mouth and nose.
I imagine Nora pinned underneath me, she’d try to struggle, of course. She’d try to fight, claw at my arms, whimper my name like she used to. I’m going to grab her by her hair and force her to drink my special cocktail. I hope she is still as fucking tight as I remember her. I stroke my cock faster, remembering what it felt like to take her virginity, and the look in her eyes every time after that.
I brace myself against the bathroom counter, the thought of being able to use Nora’s body any way I want to again, any moment from now, brings me right to my release. I turn and squirt my load down onto the bathroom floor, imagining Nora laying beneath, marking her one last time.
I leave the bathroom, and make sure everything is in place. I checked the soundproofing I had put up the day I arrived in the room, still in place. I moved ropes, and bindings from on the chair in the corner, to the bed. I then crushed the pills I had saved, and mixed them into a glass of water. Much more than I intended to give her the night of the rehearsal dinner.
I put the glass on the nightstand next to the ball gag, and blind fold. I pocket the key card I had stolen from a cleaning cart—the little sliver of power I wielded. I knew Nora couldn’t go long without some sort of workout or physical exertion, and am banking on that notion for when Sayid leaves her alone. I figure I could grab her on the way to the workout room.
The text confirming Sayid agreed to meet lit the fuse to ignite my plan. I move slowly out of the room, and head down to the workout room. I wait for a bit, but she doesn’t show up. So I go to look for her in other locations. I am on my way out to the running path, when I spot her swimming in the pool, alone.
But this is too open. Anyone could walk by and see at any moment. So I’ll wait for her to go back to the locker room, and shower. She finished swimming, got out of the pool and moved back towards the locker room. I give her a few moments to settle, and to make sure no one else is around.
The women’s locker room is empty. Dimly lit, and quiet. No sound of running water, she isn’t in the shower. I quietly step around each bay of lockers, searching for her. Up ahead I can see steam curling at the edges of the door to the sauna. I peek through the window of the door, it is almost too perfect. There she is, sitting there alone and completely vulnerable.
I step inside without a sound. And there she is, sitting on the wood bench, drenched in steam, heat, and silence. A towel wraps around her small delicate body, the wet straps from her swim top peeking out above. Her head rests back against the wall with her eyes closed as she listens to music. Her guard completely lowered.
For a moment, I just watched her. Focusing on the way the wetness clinging to her skin. My cock already hardening. I let the twisted ache inside me throb. I step towards her slowly, but by the time she senses me, it's too late. Her eyes flicker open—just a second before I am on her.
She gasps, jerking away, but I am faster. My hand clamps over her mouth, swallowing her scream. Her body twists beneath me, but she is weak from the heat and exertion of her workout. Perfect.
I press my lips to her ear, feeling her tremble. “You thought I would actually let you go, Nors?” My voice is almost gentle. “I’ve been watching. Waiting.” She thrashes, but my grip tightens.
“Shhh,” I coo. “No one’s coming. Sayid left you all alone.” The panic in her eyes makes something deep inside of me purr . She squirms more, even kicks at me. I let her. For a moment, I want
to feel her fight. I want to see if she has anything left in her after all these years. So fucking good.
All the fighting doesn’t matter. She will break again, just like before. I ready the cloth in my hand, and press it over her face. She inhales the sickly-sweet aroma of chloroform, no other choice but to breathe it in. Her struggles slow. Her fingers, which had been clawing at my wrist, go slack. And then…She is mine.
I take her limp body up in my arms, and carry her out of the sauna. I follow the quickest route out of the locker room, and back down the hall and to the elevator. Once back inside my room, I lay Nora down on the bed. Bind her wrists with the rope I have waiting, and fasten the rope over her head and around the lamp attached to the wall above the bed.
Her body sprawls across the bed like an offering, barely keeping covered by the towel. She is always beautiful. Even now, especially now. I trace a hand down her bare arm, feeling her skin twitch under my fingertips. As much as I like her fight, I also like her completely still like this.
I continue to move my hands over her body, remembering every inch I have laid claim to. Eager to do it all over again. I want her to feel this. To know that no matter how far she tried to run, no matter how many powerful men she wrapped around her little finger—she will always end up here. With me. Beneath me.
Her breathing hitches, and her body begins to twitch more. She is starting to wake up. A soft whimper escapes her lips. Her eyes flutter open, hazy at first, then sharp with terror. “That’s right, sweetheart. Wake up for me.”
I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. “I was never going to let you go, Nors. I came to the wedding to claim you, take you back with me, and keep you once and for all. I wanted to show Ivan Pavlova that I was capable of taking exactly what I wanted.”
"Get off me," she rasps, her voice hoarse. She tenses. The ropes dig into her wrists as she tries to move.
My voice darkens, and my grip tightens around her chin. Her eyes pop open wider as I force her to face me. “But then I saw you with him . I saw the way he looked at you, watched over you, like you already belonged to him.” Rage burns inside me now.
“Then he tried to save you, take you away from me. But you are not his to keep, even if you agreed to marry him. And if I can’t have you…” My fingers slide to her throat, pressing, savoring the way her pulse thuds against my touch. I grip even harder, “…maybe I’ll just take everything away.”
She thrashes beneath me, trying to escape my grasp, trying to breathe. I smile. “Let’s see what destroys Sayid more. I don't think he'll be the same without you.” I grin. I choke her, feeling her fight with everything she has.
I finally release her, because I am not done playing. She coughs violently, sucking in air. "You’re sick," she spits, her voice shaking.
"I missed you too, Nors. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? But we were always meant to be like this." I reach out, playing with the edge of her towel, not pulling, yet—just teasing. "You look way too happy with him, makes me wonder if you forgot who you really belong to." I chuckle, dragging the back of my knuckles down her bare leg. She kicks at me and I feel a thrill race through me.
I reach down below the bed and grab the other rope I have already tied up to the bottom bed posts. I move the end up and quickly tie it around her ankle, she starts to scream out. “It’s no use, I have sound proofed this room.”
She looks around with renewed panic, and I move to tie the rope on the other side around her other ankle. Then I yank her towel off, throwing it to the floor. All that remains is her dark green bikini, barely covering her, already askew from her trashing. I pull the ropes in place, so that she is completely sprawled open now.
"You always were so beautiful like this," I say while looking down at her. My cock bulging so hard I can't help but to start rubbing myself through my pants. I lie on the bed next to her, propping myself up on one elbow beside her. "Mmm so helpless. Dependent on me, at my mercy once again. Do you remember, baby? How much you would beg for me, how much you used to need me?"
I trail my fingers along the curve of her collarbone, slow and deliberate. "I bet he doesn’t even know who you are, does he? Not really. Not like I do. Did you tell him how you would do anything I asked?" I lean in, my breath warm against her face now, as she struggles further.
“How much you could take at one time inside your small body?" I run my hand down her trembling body, remembering everything that I have done to her. I rest my hand outside her bikini bottom, I know she is already wet for me. "Does he know how many cocks you can take at one time, Nors? How many cocks you can satisfy in each hole?"
“Fuck you Tyson,” she screams and tries to hit her head against mine but can’t quite reach.
"You can struggle all you want, baby, but we both know how this ends. Sayid isn’t here, he’s not coming for you. It’s just like it used to be. Except this time, there will be no asking." Her breath comes out in panicked little bursts, but I see the fire in her eyes. Good. I want to see her fight some more.
I grab the ball gag off the nightstand. “Not sure when you started using such filthy words, Nors, but I am done listening to you for now.” I place the gag in her mouth and strap it around her head. “God I missed seeing you like this.” I chuckle as I drag my fingers back down her body. “At least I’m honest about what I want.”
Her body stiffens, and her eyes pierce mine. She is trembling, but she won’t cry. Not yet. That’s what I always loved about Nora—she holds it in, even when she’s breaking. “You think Sayid’s some kind of hero? A knight coming to rescue you?" I shake my head. "You’re nothing but a temporary thrill to him. A pretty little toy to play with until he finds a proper wife."
I see the doubt creeping into her eyes. Good. Let it sink in. Let her wonder. “You could never be a partner, an equal in his world. But that won’t even matter when I am done with you.” I rub her over her bikini bottom. "He won't get to have you again." I chuckle again and reach for my phone.
I move over Nora now, straddling her, pinning her underneath me. My cock pressing into her through my pants. I’m so ready to take her right now, but I am not done taunting Sayid. I run my hands up and down her body, savoring every little dip and mound.
I squeeze her tits as I grind into her. My cock rubbing against her clit through our clothes. I press harder into her, wanting her to feel the weight of me again.
I reach my arm up with the phone in it, my other hand lays on her stomach, showing my claim. Tilting my head as I snap a quick picture of us. A masterpiece. "Let’s show Sayid how good you look in my bed," I murmur, hitting send and setting my phone down. I feel her body trembling beneath me, and I pause for a moment, taking it all in.
I continue grinding against her. "I know how badly you want this, Nors. Don't worry, you going to come for me before I am finished with you." Then I feel it—the shift in the air. A vibration against the nightstand. A message. Followed by another. Then a call.
My grin widens. Sayid saw the photo. "I think he’s upset," I mock. It’s my turn to have fun now. I sink lower onto Nora’s trembling body, and begin to kiss her. I am going to enjoy every inch of her. I start at her neck, kissing, licking and sucking. Her skin has the slightest taste from the pool water, but mainly it's just her usual aroma I have never been able to quite place. A shiver runs through my own body forgetting how much I enjoyed her beneath me.
I have to stop myself from coming as I kiss her p erky tits and she thrashes beneath me. I am so distracted by her that I almost forgot her cocktail. “You’re probably thirsty, have a dry mouth after all that swimming. Let me help you drink some water.” I sit up, grab the glass off the nightstand, and lower the gag. She doesn’t need to say anything, her eyes say it all. I hold the glass up to her mouth, and she parts her lips for me.
“Such a good girl,” I praise her sarcastically as she drinks down the water. The only time she has ever been good in my eyes, is when she was taking three cocks at one time. I replace her gag. It is time to play before the drugs fully take effect. I want to feel her clench around me when I make her come.
Before I resume kissing and licking her body, I put the blindfold on her. I want to taste her in more ways than just one. I move up, and bite her hard on the shoulder. Really sinking my teeth into her, claiming her, marking her. She tries to scream but can’t. I then grab my phone so I can snap another picture, and send it off to Sayid. Now it is time to feel and taste how wet I have made her.