If I ever get out of here, they’ll pay for this with their lives.
My lips quiver, which is a clear sign that control is coming back. I gasp as a finger slides down my legs and skims my pussy. Heat rises to my cheeks, but not from arousal. No, this is pure embarrassment. Cold-hearted humiliation. He pokes and prods at me, slipping and sliding his finger up and down my pussy like it is his to play with. I am disgusted to the point of wanting to throw up, and I would have if it weren’t for the fact that I still can’t feel anything besides the upper layer of my skin.
His hand moves toward my sides and slides up my body until it almost reaches my arm. There, he grabs ahold of my breast and squeezes it. Even for a ruthless man, his touch is soft as he brushes his fingers along my nipple and pinches it softly, twisting until I let out another groan.
His footsteps come closer. I hear muffling sounds. I try to turn my head, but it’s locked in place by ropes. Thick ropes. Ones that I have never seen at a mental hospital.
Suddenly, a black, velvety material is placed over my eyes.
My breathing becomes irregular as I try to come to terms with what’s about to happen. I have to sit through it, force myself to live through it. I have to. So that when they’re done, and this is all over, and I’m out of this place, running for my life, I know that one day I’ll come back and hunt after them.
He splays his hand on my back. I twitch from the pressure and attempt to rid myself of his touch. He pushes me down into the bench, and then I feel his hot breath near my neck. My face scrunches as much as it can muster when he presses his lips to my skin. This kiss surprises me. It’s delicate, opposite of what I expected. As if to seduce me instead of taking me against my will.
I suck in a much-needed breath as he inches closer to my ear, dragging his lips along the way. It’s then that I hear a whisper.
“Trust me …” He briefly sucks on my earlobe. “Do you dare?”
For a second, my heart stops beating.
It’s him. It was him this entire time.
He’s here, touching me, and I feel so relieved, even though I definitely shouldn’t be. I’m being used and there are men watching us. I should be scared, but I’m not. In his presence, I suddenly feel safe.
I’m not sure if I should allow myself to feel safe. I stupidly ran away from Sebastian and ended up right in their claws. It’s my fault for making the wrong decision, but the consequences are too grave to handle. Sebastian always wanted me to be safe. I should have listened.
However, he works with them and now he’s helped them do this to me. How could I trust a man who does those things? Am I truly safe with him?
And yet, when he slides his fingers over my mouth, I open for him anyway. I let him search my mouth, probe my tongue, fill me with his fingers.
“When I say ‘suck,' you suck. Moan if you understand,” he whispers.
I do as he says, moaning as loud as I can muster up. He chuckles, his teeth pushing against my skin. He nibbles my earlobe one last time. “Good girl.” And then he’s gone.
Panic fills me, rising in my chest, making it hard to breathe. I don’t know what he’s going to do and if I’ll make the right choice, but I’ll take a chance. I hear a zipper coming down close to me and then I feel something that is hard and soft at the same time poke against my lips. His hand is on my chin, pulling it down so I open my mouth. The hardness enters me, sliding in with care. My body tenses at the feel of his length slipping over my tongue. The hot, rock-hard cock is familiar to me, and the way he deepens his thrust settles it. His hand skims across my cheek, cupping it while he fucks my mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut, pretending we’re alone as he touches the roof of my mouth and makes me gag. My saliva coats his cock and makes him thrust harder, deeper with every push.
And then he pulls out again, just like that.
I gasp for air, when suddenly his finger is inside my mouth again. I almost choke on it, but then I notice something has been placed on my tongue.
His mouth is close to my ear again. “Suck.”
I suck on the thing, which feels like a tablet, as well as his finger, which probes my mouth like he’s seeing if I’m actually doing what he wants. I didn’t even have a choice. He made the choice for me, and by God, I hope it’s the right one.
When the tablet is completely dissolved, a nasty taste spreads in my mouth.
“This will not be easy,” he whispers, and then his hot breath is gone again.
Something in the back of my throat burns, but before I can even make a mental note of it, his cock is already shoved against my lips. He forces my mouth open and thrusts in, hard. He fucks my mouth relentlessly, no-holds-barred, as if he’s suddenly out to make me suffer. I get why he said it wasn’t going to be easy. It never was, but I didn’t expect him to go all out on me like this. Hitting the back of my throat with his cock has me gagging, and soon the reflex comes up and I make a sound. He keeps going, fucking my mouth until I almost choke on him. It’s like he wants to punish me or something.