Possession(51)

“Get up!” he orders, but I’m too afraid to move. When I don’t respond straight away, he stalks towards me and grabs my hair. I yelp, but I know he’s far beyond caring.

He pulls me towards the bathroom and throws me to the floor. He stands by the toilet, staring at me with pools of evil. “You always think you can fucking outwit me, but there’s one thing you need to learn. A player can’t be played. You think I don’t have cameras watching you when you’re in your room? You think I can’t see what you’re getting up to?”

My eyes widen, and my heart starts hammering in my chest. Just how much does he know? Has he seen what Joe did to me in the kitchen today and again in the pool house?

“Yes, that’s right,” he says, pulling out the contents of his pockets. I watch as he pulls out the empty packets with one hand, drops them onto the floor, and then pulls out all the tablets from the other. He stands above the toilet, and I watch as they fall and he flushes it. I don’t want Drake to see me cry, and I vowed I never would in front of him, but I can’t help feeling the sting of tears that well inside my eyes.

“You fucking monster!” I scream, getting up and lunging for him. I know it’s fruitless, but I’m angry. So fucking angry.

Pushing me away, he grabs me by the neck and pushes me outside into the basement where the harness is. I know he’s going to strap me up there, but I don’t want him to. “I tried to reason with you so many times. You’re my fucking whore. Nothing but my whore. And I’m going to treat you like one now.”

I start shaking my head, but he’s restricting me. He pushes me towards the harness, pulls down one side, and then straps in one wrist before restraining the other. Once secure, he pulls me slightly up into the air. I’m suspended, and I can’t move … but I guess that’s how he wants me. What happened to this man? I thought I knew him, but how wrong I was. This is nothing like the Drake I knew. This man—whoever he is—is worse than a monster. He’s the devil himself.

I watch him as he assesses what he’s done. I try to look him in the eye to reason with him, but all I’m met with is black. It’s like a switch has been flipped inside of him, and all elements of the sweet Drake I’ve known are gone without a trace.

Turning, he walks over to a drawer and opens it up. I see when a pair of scissors come out, and I start wriggling. “Drake, you don’t have to do this. I promise I’ll be good. Please … please don’t hurt me.”

Ignoring me, he stalks towards me, and a fear like no other crawls up my spine. I can’t see any remnants of humanity in him at all. It’s almost like Drake isn’t here, and some void has taken over.

Once in front of me, he cuts into the kaftan, and I watch as it sinks to the floor. The next to go are my bra and panties. I’m naked. Completely bare to him. I want nothing more than to scream, shout, and to struggle with all my might, but I know it’s fruitless. All I can do is accept my fate. I know what’s going to happen next, so I gear myself up for it. I should be used to this by now, but I’m not. This is the only life I seem to know with him, but the fact that I know it can be so much better is what’s making this so hard.

I watch as he undresses, and I want so much for it not to affect me in any way, but I can’t help but watch him. I can’t help but want him still. Is this fucked up? How have I gotten to this stage so fast where wanting Drake—in any form—is never far from my mind?

As he strips completely naked, I watch his cock, completely erect and ready, and I can’t help my pussy from throbbing at the thought. My mind doesn’t want this, but my body is betraying me. Somehow, the thought of him taking me like this where I’m completely restricted and at his mercy has the fires dancing in my belly. This isn’t me. Surely not?

I can’t keep my eyes off of him as he strolls towards the drawer again and this time pulls out a tub. He places some jelly on his hand and rubs it up and down his cock. He walks over to me, his eyes still black. I want to look away, but I can’t. I’m transfixed by his beauty. Even the monster in him is beautiful.

“You will learn. And you will submit.” Grabbing my legs, he hoists them around his waist and pulls my hips towards his cock. He places it at my entrance and with one big thrust, he pushes his way to the hilt. I throw my head back, screaming. “That’s right, little whore. Take me. Fucking take all of me.” His words sting me, but the feel of him moving inside of me makes the pleasure build. I don’t want it to come, but it does.