“I may not want to fuck a dirty slut like you, but there are other ways to make you submit, princess.” He pins me down with his body but tilts his hip to the side to push down his trousers. His cock springs free. Panic sets a fresh bout of adrenaline rushing through me, and I claw at his face.
He growls with impatience. “That’s fucking it.” He leaps off me and storms away.
I don’t watch where he’s going, my whole attention is on running to the door. I don’t even make it halfway before he catches me again, a strong arm wrapping around my waist and hauling me off the ground, carrying me back to the bed like I’m nothing more than a pillow under his arm.
“Please, Caden, stop.” I don’t care about pride now, I care about survival. I care about not going through this shit again.
He ignores me and throws me back on the bed by the pillows. I scramble, but he’s mounting me before I get anywhere. I see now what he grabbed in his other hand. Cuffs. Metal cuffs.
Red lights. Metal cuffs. Skin.
Get out of here!the darkness screams and it’s the loudest warning siren I’ve ever heard, filling my body with dread and despair.
I become hysteric. “Caden, please stop! Please don’t restrain me, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise!”
My wrists and ankles ache with the phantom pain of being shackled. I didn’t mind the cells in the end, I got used to the dark, the silence, the hollowness. It’s the restraints I couldn’t bear. So much comes with it. Claustrophobia, the irrational fear of a fire starting and you’re trapped. The prospect of anyone doing anything to your mind, your body, your soul, and you not being able to do a damn thing about it. What’s already been done to me while I’ve been shackled. I can’t go through that again.
Tears are streaming down my cheeks in racking sobs as Caden completely ignores me and puts the cuffs on my wrists, attaching them to an iron bar of the bed frame above my head.
“You know, your begging may have worked on me before,” he says, deathly calm, like I’m one of his boring jobs. “I wanted to be good to you, Elodie, I really did. But you push me to this every time.”
This is an evil man, the darkness hisses with such venom I’m surprised Caden doesn’t hear it.
“Please,” it comes out in a thick, staggered whine, broken by two hitches of breath.
“Now, it’s only turning me on more, so carry on.”
I know he’s not lying and I should stop, but my survival mode is running the show right now. “Please, Caden, give me one more chance.”
Once my wrists are secured, he drops and hovers his face above mine, watching me cry.
“Please,” I whisper this time, trying to get my breathing under control, trying to get him to hear me. “Please. I’ll let you do what you want, I swear to you. Just take the cuffs off.”
His eyes search mine, and I beg him to see what I’m screaming. I’ll take anything but the cuffs.Anything.
For a split second, his steadfast intent in those green eyes fractures, and my chest fills with hope. But it’s shattered when he continues to push down his trousers.
“I won’t be any good if I just roll over and show my belly every time you cry, Elodie. You need a firm hand, and I can be that for you.” He rips the trousers off, baring all his naked body to me.
His thighs are like the rest of him, porcelain white and just as hard. Slim and lean. No tattoos though. Just the ones all over his torso. The ones that promise death and pain. The ones that tell the tales of what this monster is capable of.
My frenzy replenishes, and I yank and kick and scream as he grabs his rock-hard cock.
It’s bigger than I remember it. I suppose at different angles, different circumstances, it would. I took it for myself last time. It was my choice; I was in control. Like this, it’s tormenting. Threatening. Fucking huge. Long with a thick vein running a curve to the tip, which is already leaking pre-cum.
I halt at the sight of it so close to me, as he fists it at the base and points it at my face like a fucking gun. It’s like staring right down the barrel.
“You’re lucky, I got forty days backed up in here, I won’t last long. Unless you want me to. I could make it last all night if you keep this attitude up,” Caden hovers over me, eyes fixed on mine, a glimmer of predatory hunger shining in them.
My cries turn weaker, the defeat settling back into my bones as my body sinks into the mattress that still feels too soft. “Thought you found me disgusting? How can you get off to someone you’re not even attracted to?” There’s no point in begging now, my fate is sealed. So I’ll make his first nut in over a month as miserable as possible.
He starts stroking himself, slow and tight, his lips pulled back in a snarl. “I’m attracted to the images of what I’ll do to your frail little body every time you disobey me.”
I’m powerless apart from my mouth, so I use it again. I spit in his face. It lands beautifully just below his eye.
He growls, lips curling up into a snarl. A hand whips to my throat and squeezes, constricting too tight to let any oxygen or venom through. “Keep going, princess, you’re only turning me on more.”
Aggression pulsates from him as he picks up the pace, his crown leaking with drops of cum now. His narrow hips buck into his hand just above my stomach, his cock surging close to my face with every thrust. At least he’s not sticking it in me. Being repulsive is having its perks right now.
