He goes silent. I wait for the assault. The mattress shifts again, and then I feel nothing. I turn my head to the side and see him putting his clothes back on.
“Can you get me out of these fucking cuffs now,Master?”
His eyes glimmer at the word, a smirk playing on his lips. “No, I don’t think I will.”
“What?!” Fresh nausea pummels me. “You can’t do that to me, not this. Please, Caden, put me back down in the basement or something. Just get me out of these.” The words spill out of me in a frenzy. I yank on the cuffs, but it only draws more blood.
Once he’s fully clothed, he leans back over the bed by my ass. A finger presses at my entrance, and I realise he’s pushing back in the cum that’s trying to dribble out of me. The soft invasion makes my body tense. I shove my face into the pillow.
“No, princess. Like I said, you need to learn your lesson. Maybe after this you will actually behave. It’s clearly something you really don’t like, which is duly noted, by the way.” He strokes his large hand over my ass cheek, goosebumps rising all over me. “Maybe I’ll keep you chained here forever. Mine and only mine.” Caden gives my ass one sharp smack and then leaves me screaming down the fucking house.
CHAPTER 41
ALFIE
I’m one fucking thrust away from busting a nut when I hear El start screaming. Absolutely howling. Like she’s being tortured. It sends me crashing back down to Earth, and I can’t focus on anything but her pained screams. What the fuck is he doing to her?
I try to build my momentum back up, God knows how much I need to come right now, attempting to shove away Elodie’s cries for help. But they don’t stop. I keep punching my dick into Amanda, but I can no longer hear her cries of pleasure, can no longer feel the tightness wrapped around my cock. Everything goes soft. God, give me strength.
I pull out of her and get off the bed and yank the condom off my cock, chucking it in the bin by the dresser.
“What are you doing?” she says in a breathless, whiny voice.
I feel like whining too, as I grab my jogging bottoms and sling them back on. “I gotta go.”
I don’t wait for her to get out, get dressed, or even get off my bed before I’m storming out. I go straight to Caden’s room.
It’s not the worst scene I pictured walking into, at least there’s no blood.
She’s fucking erratic though. Taking in the visual quickly, I see she’s naked from the waist down, and she’s shackled to the headboard. Resting on her haunches by the pillows, she’s doing her best to pull the metal chain from the bar. Ah, there’s the blood. Running wild streaks down her arms.
A strangled sob has me flying over there.
“Hey, hey, I’m here, El, it’s me.”
She whips her head to the side at my voice. “Alfie, please help me!”
I’ve seen girls cry, I’ve seen them scream, struggle, panic. But this is some next level pure terror here. Unfiltered hysteria. I’ve never seen or heard anything like it.
I only idly wonder why she’s panicking so much from this, considering everything else she’s been through, while I grab the key out of Caden’s drawer.
I go over to her and set about finding the keyhole. She’s got herself twisted up, the skin around the metal shredded and seeping blood.
“Fuck, El, what happened?”
“Fucking Caden! He’s an animal!”
I get the cuffs undone and her arms fly away from the headboard as she brings them into her body. There’s nothing I can do but gather her up in my arms and bring her into my lap. She comes willingly, instantly snuggling into my chest as she sobs.
Cradling her little body like this awakens something in the deepest recesses of my mind. Something protective; possessive. Something downright concerning. “It’s okay, you’re safe, El, take a deep breath.”
She tries several times, but they get caught in her throat each time.
I rock her gently, the realisation only now hitting me that I’ve obstructed Caden’s intent. He’s left her here chained, andI shouldn’t have intervened. My need to protect this girl is beginning to cloud my morals, my loyalty.
I shove the thought away. I can’t help it if I’ve got empathy and compassion. This girl’s done nothing wrong recently, she’s obeyed everything, she’s behaved. This wasn’t justified.
Her body’s shaking uncontrollably, her skin damp and cold. I need to check her wrists, but there’s too much blood coating her arms to assess the damage.
