It’s almost dinner time. My stomach starts to rumble, and I decide to make an escape attempt. I mean, I don’t actually want to escape. What I really want is to be forced into submission and dominated by her. She doesn’t even look at me anymore. She steps into the room, places the tray down, and leaves. My plan is to jump her when her back’s turned.
I wait, and I wait some more. The door clicks open, and she pushes in. I stay on the bed, itching to jump up, but I wait. She turns her back and lays the food down on the top. I throw myself at her, but before I can lock my arms around her, she pulls out of my grasp and punches me straight in the mouth. My head flings to the side, and I topple off balance and stumble to the floor. She’s on me before I can say anything, but this doesn’t feel sexy like it did before. She has the chain in her hands and pins it down over my windpipe just above the collar. I start to panic. My eyes go wide, and I hold my hands up in surrender.
“I’m s-sorry,” I splutter out.
“Don’t test me, Jacob. I’m not playing anymore. You think you want me to fuck you? Trust me, you don’t.”She leans onto the chain, pinning it to the floor on either side of my neck. I try to get some sort of traction to buck her off, but she grips me tighter. She grinds her hips against my dick, my eyes go wide, and I stutter out a few breaths.
She leans forward, smiling, if you can call it that, over my face. It's leering, really, like a hunter would before it plays with its prey and then kills it. I try to buck, but she holds on and grinds into me. My eyes go wide, and it’s fear I feel right now. She’s going to kill me. I can feel it. She grinds again.
“You want me to fuck you?” She snarls down at me, and I cower away from her. The look in her eyes says I won’t leave this room alive if I say yes. I shake my head, and she eases the pressure off my neck. She leans over me and licks my lips, groaning as she tastes the blood she put there, and I freeze. I hold my breath, and I try not to make eye contact. She grinds against me, and I swallow hard, turning my face to the side, and I close my eyes. Fuck, what was I thinking? She grinds again.
“Do you still want me to fuck you, Jacob?”
I shake my head, but I don’t look at her. I’m only just breathing as it is. If she tightens the chain anymore, I’m a goner. She lets go of one side of the chain before sliding her hand down between us, wrapping her hand around my traitorous dick. She roughly pushes inside my clothes. She slides her hand around me, and I’m frozen. I can’t move, daren’t move, and all I can do is close my eyes tighter. She slides her hand torturously up and down and licks at my mouth again. I shudder. I swallow hard, trying not to move, trying not to anger her.Fuck, I was so stupid. She twists her hand and grinds against me as my cock pulses at her touch.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” She teases, and I shake my head. “Liar.” She flicks her hips and squeezes my dick, rocking against me. “How badly do you want to cum, Jacob?”
I shake my head, and she grins down at me, squeezing my dick harder before climbing off me. I scramble back as a tear rolls down my cheek. Fuck, that was terrifying. She laughs from the door.
“Be fucking careful what you wish for, Jacob. You might just get what you deserve.”
I stutter and sob into my hands as she leaves. I rub my neck and wince away at the soreness from the chains. Tears roll down my face. How have I gone from her snuggling into me on the sofa to being locked up and terrified for my life?
It doesn’t make sense. I climb up onto the bed and cry myself to sleep. This is the lowest I’ve felt in my life, and I came so close to having it ended. While I sob, my dick throbs because it clearly didn’t get the message that we were nearly killed.
Vic
Chapter LVI
I pace the living room. Fuck, I went too far. I know I did, but I can’t have him thinking he’s in charge, thinking he can rule me with his dick. It’s the best I’ve ever had, but it’s not fucking magical. It’s just a dick. It’s him who’s magical—fuck, no, he’s notmagical.
I clutch at the sides of my skull, yanking on my hair as I rock back and forth, gripping my brain, squeezing at the pain that’s arising, the voices telling me to just go in there and take him, make him mine. The rest of me is trying to be reasonable and telling me to let him go. If I let him go, he will tell them where I am. Someone will find him, and he’ll give me up. But they will kill him anyway. Part of me doesn’t want to give him up. Part of me longs for him, yearns for him, while the other half of me wants to kill him so I can run and implement my plan.
I sigh. I’m going to have to let him go, but they will kill him, there is no doubt about it. The issue is, can I live with that? I mean, I know I can. I mean, I love him. I’m pretty sure I love him. It’s just that if it comes down to it and they kill him, then what? Then maybe I should be the one to leave. Either way, I can’t stay here with him. It’s too hard to resist him now, and I’m turning nasty, denying myself what I truly want. I don’t want to start drugging him again, but I also can’t help the feeling of sliding my body over his while he gasps for breath with that terrified look in his eyes. Fuck, what am I doing? I need Xav. He would know what to do, but I’m just going to have to figure it out on my own. I either keep him and fuck him… a lot, or I kill him myself so they don’t get to him. I could make it quick. That would be okay, too, right?
I make my decision, and I sleep on it. Well, I don’t sleep on it. It goes over and over in my mind, and I know I need to set him free. I walk into the bedroom and gently unlock the chain while he sleeps. I don’t want to do it, but I can’t sit here and play house with the guy I kidnapped because I convinced myself I could get him to love me. The funny thing is I’m in love with him, and it’s making me crazy. I hear the door click, and I walk to the table, dropping the plates down, full English and everything. His eyes widen. Before he comes to sit opposite me.
“I’m sorry for yesterday… I shouldn’t have done that. Once you’ve eaten, I will take you and drop you off somewhere. You can take your chances and go back home, or I can arrange a fresh start for you.” He freezes with a fork of food to his lips.
“What do you mean?”
“I think I’ve just been very clear, Jacob. You will be free to go. I will need to blindfold you so you can’t set the authorities on me, but other than that, we’re done. You can leave.”
“You’re kicking me out?”
“I’m letting you go. I can’t control everything. I need to focus on what I need to do, not be stuck here babysitting you.”
He bows his head and huffs out. “So, it was all lies then?”
“What?”
“You stalked me, you broke into my home…”
I get up and walk into the kitchen. I’m not fucking dealing with him right now.
“I wasn’t finished…” he follows me into the kitchen.
“You fucking lied. You don’t love me. You don’t even care.” He pushes me on my shoulder, and I clench my fists at my sides, close my eyes and start counting so I don’t kill him myself. “You fucking stalked me, kidnapped me, supposedly rescued me, fucked me and then what, you’re tossing me aside because you’re fucking done?”
