“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that,” I say as I tug slightly on the ends of my hair and cock my head to the side in what I assume is an innocent look. I’ve only ever seen one porn star do this, so I hope I’m doing it right and don’t look like a nervous idiot.
The side of his mouth quirks up and the corners of his eyes relax. He inches his hands up the sides of my legs until he gets to the top of them just beneath my cheeks and yanks me down quickly onto his lap. His dick stabs me brutally, missing its mark and sliding up between us. Mark grabs my ass cheeks and pulls me tightly against him, moving up and down his length for a moment before stopping and staring me down.
Mark is a volatile man. How fast he can go from warm to cold in a split second worries me. If teenagers are really his thing, I worry for the ones he is able to sink his teeth into. The size of his dick is scary enough, but the lunatic hiding behind his eyes controlling that massive piece of meat is scarier.
He lowers his head and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, all the while staring me down like a predator waiting for his prey to run. I want to. I want to scamper back as quickly as possible and put as much space between he and I as I can. I want to see what a man looks like when he’s crazed and can’t obtain the thing he wants. I also want to run out of this room, out of this apartment, out of my own life, and never look back. If he stays tied up long enough, then maybe he won’t find me, and I can escape whatever trouble I have gotten myself into. But I can’t do that.
Breaking eye contact with Mark, I look straight ahead to find Lydia. I couldn’t leave without her, and I’m not sure that she would even go. But I can’t run from everything anymore. I can’t run from this. She’s willing to stay with me until the end, and that’s more than I could ever wish for.
I cup Mark’s head to my breast and arch against him as Lydia kneels behind him, sandwiching him between us. As soon as he slips back for air, a euphoric smile spreads over his face. That changes quickly as Lydia drops the loop over his head and pulls on the end of the belt, tightening it around his throat.
His eyes widen in shock as Lydia yanks on the belt, pulling him back against her. Mark’s arms flail slightly before his hands grip the purple belt around his throat. I’m stunned in utter amazement as I watch all the emotions that cross his face and the unspoken questions filling his eyes. All questions I don’t want to answer.
All questions I couldn’t answer even if I wanted to, because at that moment, he lets go of the belt and wraps his hands around my throat and squeezes with all his might.
