It doesn’t take long until I’m coming inside her. Leaning over, I kiss her forehead, trying to get my breathing under control. It was better than I’ve imagined it to be. “Fuck, you’re amazing. You did so good, Charlotte.” I praise her.
“Haidyn.” She arches her back, and her heavy eyes look around aimlessly.
I kiss her lips, and she opens up for me. “Want another round already?” I chuckle against them.
Her body trembles, and her eyes remain unfocused. She’s so close to being a mindless toy and all I’ve done is fucked her ass.
“You earned a reward, doll face.” Getting up off her, I go over to the cabinet and grab the things that I need, then kneel back down beside her.
She’s turned her head to the side and closed her eyes; her breathing is starting to even out. I run my knuckles down the side of her face and smile. “Look at me,” I command softly.
Wet lashes flutter open, and her heavy eyes find mine. I smile down at her. “Open for me.” My fingers move to her pouty lips before she parts them. “Such a good girl.” Pushing the gag into her mouth, I love the sound of her moaning around it. “I’m not going to buckle it. Just bite down on it for me. Can you do that, doll face?” She blinks, and I take that as a yes since the collar restricts her movement, and she can no longer speak. Grabbing the other thing I retrieved from the cabinet, I gently roll her onto her side, facing the concrete wall—away from me. I shove her knees to her chest and hold them in place with my knee while one hand goes to her ass cheek and the other grabs the last thing I need. “Just remember you asked for this, Charlotte.”
CHARLOTTE
I wake up,my heavy eyes closing only to open quickly when I realize I’m back in my bedroom. The curtains are open, allowing the sun to shine into the room. Sitting up, I flinch at how sore my ass cheek is. “Ow…” I go to rub it and flinch when I feel how sensitive it is. Fuck, did he use his belt on me again? I very softlyrun my fingers over my left cheek and feel something on it…a Band-Aid? Some sort of bandage. There’s no telling what happened.
Lifting my hands, I see the belts and connecting chains are gone. I push off the covers, and they’re no longer on my ankles. I reach for my neck, and my skin is tender, but the collar has been removed.
I look over at my nightstand and see my phone. Picking it up, I expect it to be dead, but I’m surprised to find it fully charged. I swipe the screen and skim through all the missed calls, texts, and more notifications than I can count while I was “away” with Haidyn.
I scroll through them trying to ignore the way my body aches. Swallowing, I flinch at the soreness. Fuck, he was so big. I’ve never seen a dick that size before. I’ve heard women throughout high school and at Barrington talk about the men they fuck and how some dicks are bigger than others, but I thought they were just exaggerating. When I started watching porn, I understood what they meant, but Haidyn…was just different. His large size and the piercings…it was intimidating to say the least.
Dropping my cell, I pick up the remote to my left and turn on my TV. My already tense body runs cold when I see it’s my bedroom. On the screen, I’m sleeping in my bed with the covers pushed down, exposing my naked body. I moan Haidyn’s name before I wake up. Sitting straight up, I open my nightstand and grab my toy.
Why is this playing?I’ve seen this before. While he had me at Carnage. How the fuck did he get it on my TV?
My heart races as I watch myself get off, then get out of bed. Haidyn walks out behind me from the corner of the room, and my eyes shoot over to where he had been watching me that night. We both return to the screen minutes later, but he’scarrying me this time. This was after I had taken the pill he offered.
I beg him to touch me, get me off while he denies me. Then he’s securing my arms down by my sides. You can tell in my voice that I’m desperate for him as he watches my body beg him to fuck me.
He picks me up once again and carries me out of my room. The angle changes to the hallway, and I sit up straighter when he opens the door that leads down to my basement. I never go down there. Then he’s carrying me down the stairs. He opens a second door, and my throat closes when I see the single cot.
He lays me down on it. “Sweet dreams, doll face. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Then he backs out of the room and shuts the door. The camera shows a concrete room, but there’s a mirror on the opposite wall where I lie. A light comes on, and he enters the adjoining room, sitting on a barstool where he watches me sleep.
I turn off the TV, and with shaking hands, I throw the covers off. Jumping out of bed, I get to my wobbly legs and rush out of my bedroom, down the hall, and yank the door in the hallway open. Flipping on the light, I race down the stairs to my basement. My heart hammers in my chest when I see the door. Opening it up, I see the cot, the chair in the center with the drain in the floor. The mirrored wall and counter with the cabinets.
What the fuck?How did he…? When did he…? He set this up down here?
My mind is reeling. It makes sense since he had told me in my kitchen that he had been following me. He knew every move I had made and where I was at. He was in my house…was he down here doing all of this while I slept upstairs? While I was out running errands? The room was already here, but the mirror wasn’t.
Rushing back to my room, I pick up my phone and call him. He answers on the first ring. “Miss me already, doll face?”
I realize my tongue is heavy when I have nothing to say. Tears sting my eyes as I try to gather my thoughts. “You?—”
“I what, Charlotte?” My name sounds like a prayer—sweet and innocent. Like he didn’t hold me captive for days, fuck my mouth and my ass until I came so hard, I blacked out.
“You tricked me,” I whisper.
“Not sure what you mean, doll face,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. This is a game to him. Everything regarding the Lords is a fucking game. They’re taught to play with their food.
“My house…the basement…” I swallow. “I thought I was at Carnage.” I manage to get out before the first tear falls down my cheek.
“Isn’t it funny how easily someone can trick you into believing something that isn’t the truth?”
It makes sense now. I made him think I was someone I’m not. He wanted the fear of Carnage to give him what he wanted. I begged him to fuck me because I thought the alternative was worse. “You told me that you were taking me to Carnage,” I grind out. The initial shock’s wearing off, and I’m getting pissy.
“No. I never said that. You assumed.”
