I shook my head. “No. Lake, I need…”
“I know what you need,” he said, tugging my hair harder before pulling out of my cunt and this time, slowly pushing in again. “You need a good, hard ass fucking again, don’t you?”
I shook my head no, but it was a weak effort. His hand in my hair hurt but I lifted my hips higher, wanting him to fuck me, any part of me.
“You shake your head no,” he began, releasing my hair and straightening, pulling his cock out of my pussy. “But look at you.”
Two fingers drove hard into my ass causing me to call out in a raspy cry. He dipped his cock one more time into my wet cunt, pumping his fingers twice into my ass as he did before removing them and lining the head of his cock against the tight passage.
“Please, Sir.”
But what was I begging for? I wanted this. I wanted him inside me, inside my ass. I wanted him to punish me, to make me come, to wear me out, to stay with me and finally, to hold me when it was done.
He didn’t speak again. Instead, without any gentleness, he pushed his cock into my ass, forcing it to stretch too far too fast, hurting me as he pulled out a little and thrust again, seating himself fully within three strokes, holding there while I breathed hard, pushing against him, willing my body to adjust, to open. I slid one hand down between my legs and he didn’t stop me when I closed my fingers over my clit, the tips brushing against his balls as I rubbed, the muscles relaxing a little as pain and pleasure mixed and Lake began to fuck me.
He fucked me hard, he hurt me, made me cry out, but it wasn’t wholly pain. And I came. I came with this thick cock stretching, spearing my ass ruthlessly, my hand soaked with my own juices until finally, I felt him swell within me. He thrust twice more, hard, his own sounds desperate and wild until his cock pulsed within the contracting walls of my ass, filling me to overflowing before we collapsed, his heavy weight on top of me, my hand still clutching my cunt, his cock still inside my ass.
* * *
Depriving her of sight was much more arousing than he’d ever anticipated, and he kept her blind far longer than he’d planned. He knew he couldn’t resist her long, but he’d tried to distract himself long enough in the house to put together the bug-out pack he knew they’d need soon. He even pulled open the ammo case, and the gun safe — knowing he’d need all the firepower they could carry. But not even thoughts of impending death could keep him from looking toward where she lay, could keep him from gazing out the window at the guest quarters.
Finally, unable to resist any more, his cock an iron bar in his jeans, he went back out to her. She’d been half-asleep, but, at his grunted command, she’d lifted her hips, her cheek against her pillow. As he’d slid into Lily’s wet heat, her long moan had been half fear, half lust. He’d taken her without a single word, a slap to her still-pink bottom, his only acknowledgment of the enjoyment of her body, the plundering of her charms.
Between visits to let her drink some water, to make her eat from his fingers, and trips to the bathroom, he’d left her in that room, alone, naked, bound, and blindfolded.
She was learning.
That night, he pulled her to her knees with a fistful of her hair, presenting the aching hard erection to her soft lips, and uttered the first word he’d allowed her in almost twelve hours.
“Suck.”
Yes, Lily was learning indeed.
Chapter 14
Naked, he left me on my knees in the dark room on the hard, cold floor, want between my legs, his taste in my mouth after I’d swallowed what he’d shot down my throat. He’d said one word to me, exactly one word, and I’d knelt before him and opened my mouth like a good girl, and done as I was told: I sucked. I sucked his cock as if I were starving, and, in a way, I was.
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been here. He’d fed me a few times but I couldn’t keep track.
He wouldn’t talk to me, not unless uttering commands to suck or get on all fours constituted conversation. I clambered to my feet and lay back down on the bed.
In a way, being here, in this room, gave me a sense of security. It was ridiculous, but as long as he kept me here, kept me in darkness and fully dependent on him, in a way, I belonged to him, and I was safe. I stopped thinking about everything else. None of it mattered in here, and it was, strangely, a relief.
I ate when he fed me, I sucked when he put his cock in my mouth, and I lifted my ass to him when he fucked me. I felt raw from the fucking but my cunt dripped for him, clenching around his cock whenever he took me. I was greedy for orgasm and wasn’t even sure how I felt about that anymore. I should hate him, but all I hated was that he wouldn’t talk to me.
The lock turned then and the door opened.
“Lake?”
Nothing but the sound of the forest before the door closed again. It was nighttime and the scent of something delicious had me sitting up, swallowing, my body hungry for hot food, for meat.
He dragged a chair across the floor toward me.
“Knees,” he said. One word, cold and impersonal.
I obeyed instantly, sliding out from beneath the sheets and to my knees, sitting on my heels. When I’d spoken before, begging him to talk to me, he’d gotten up and left. I’d screamed after him but nothing came of it, and, if he was training me, it was working because I remained an obedient captive, kneeling before my captor, my master.
I swallowed again as the scent of meat wafted to my nose, salivating for it, not even ashamed of my base reaction. Was he going to taunt me with it? Sit here and eat fresh food while I knelt at his feet, hungry? Then it came, the first morsel. The scent and warmth of it had me opening my mouth. I inhaled as I closed my lips around it, licking his fingers with the mouthful, nearly crying as I chewed the tender flesh and swallowed quickly, opening immediately for more.
“Chew, Lily, or you’re going to make yourself sick.”
I nodded, my mouth still open, taking a second, greedy bite, forcing myself to chew, even though all I wanted was more. I opened again, waiting for the next bite, but he put a cold bottle to my lips instead. I twisted my face away. I wanted food. I wanted meat.
He chuckled. I hadn’t heard that in…had I heard that ever?
He placed another morsel on my tongue and fed me until I was sated after that, until I sat back, my belly finally full for the first time in a long time. It was then I felt something at my neck, and I drew back, afraid.
“Bad girl.”
His tone wasn’t harsh but it did bring me to heel. Bad girls got left alone in the dark with no one to talk to.
“What are you doing?” I had to ask, I had to try to engage him. I’d eaten now; he couldn’t take the food away anymore.
The thing wrapped around my neck and he pushed my head down, my hair falling forward while he worked over me. It felt heavy, not in weight, but its foreign presence.
“What is it?” I asked, knowing all along. I touched the collar tentatively. “Lake... Sir,” I dared once again to speak when he attached something to the collar. “Please talk to me. I’ll be good, I promise, just talk to me now, please.”
“Close your eyes, Lily.”
I obeyed, remaining still while he slid the blindfold over my eyes again.
“No—”
“Hands and knees,” he said, interrupting, tugging on my new leash.
Whimpering, I followed him, knowing why he’d put a leash on me when I heard the door open. The night air chilled me instantly and I stopped even while trying frantically to take in a breath of fresh air. But he tugged and we went, me crawling alongside him out the door.
“Two steps down, Lily.”
We moved slowly while he held my leash, me wondering what he had in store for me.
“I’m cold.”
There was no answer for a while as he “walked” me farther from my room. “Then you’ll be quick. Here.” He stopped, finally answering as he tugged on my leash. “Squat. This is your bathroom break.”
Heat flushed through me, embarrassment at this new order. I turned my face up to where I knew he stood, and shook my head no.
“I’m wearing a jacket so I’m fine. We’ll be here until you go and if you don’t, we’ll do this another way. It will be even more embarrassing then. Be smart.”
“Please don’t make me.”
Nothing. Not a sound. I shivered again and rubbed my hands over my arms then touched his leg. “Please Lake... Sir... talk to me. I didn’t mean to go through those things. I didn’t mean any harm. Please talk to me now.”
Again, nothing. Looking away, I positioned myself, forcing myself to relax enough to go, trying not to think of him there while he watched me in this most private moment, glad for the first time for the blindfold that hid me from him.
“Good girl,” he said, before clicking his tongue, signaling me to crawl once again. “I’m going to give you a bath in the house now. Your reward for doing as you were told. Are you understanding this yet, Lily? Have you figured this out yet?”
The smooth wood of the porch was welcome on my palms and knees and when he opened the door, the warmth of the house almost made me smile. I crawled forward, eager now.
He closed the door. “Stay.” It was an order, and I obeyed, sitting back on my heels. I heard his footsteps recede, then the flow of water filling the tub sounded like music to my ears.