by Sam Crescent
“You need to go, then go.”
“Draven?”
“I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. You may as well stop fighting and accept what is going to happen.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Believe me, I am.”
“I need to pee.”
“Then pee. You think in the past ten years I’ve not seen it all? I’ve seen a woman piss and shit herself. I’ve also seen them begging. Their pussies so wet as they want cock.”
She went to lift her hand to hit him, but he caught her, letting out a tut.
“Let’s get one thing straight here, Harper. You hit me, I’ll hit you back.”
“So you’re a big, strong man that hurts women?”
Draven laughed. “Oh, honey, I can hit you back in many ways that don’t even involve me touching you.”
His warning sent a chill down her spine.
“Come on. I’m bored.”
She pulled her hand to her pants, and Draven followed as they were cuffed together. Pushing them down, he followed her movements. Sitting on the toilet, she held her hand up, and just tried not to look at him, trying to give them both as much space as humanly possible.
Once she finished, she wiped herself and was about to pull her jeans up.
“Unless you shower fully clothed, I wouldn’t bother with your clothes.”
“How am I supposed to get completely naked?”
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a knife. The blade looked incredibly sharp and familiar.
“Isn’t that Jett’s knife?”
Draven tensed but didn’t say a word. They were facing each other now.
“Step out of the jeans.”
She wanted to protest. The thought of a shower was far too tempting to give up.
She kicked aside her sneakers, jeans, and panties.
“The rest.”
She removed the shirt, but the arm of her cuffed hand pooled at her wrist. She held it for Draven to cut, tensing up whenever the blade got a little too close to her skin.
She didn’t want him to cut her in any way. Fear was a great motivator for her doing as she was told.
With the shirt gone, he flicked the blade beneath the strap, and she gasped as the cold metal touched her skin. The bra strap opened and fell to the floor.
She was now naked in front of Draven.
One glance at him, and he was removing his clothes, one by one, but keeping the blade in his hand.
She saw the scars that decorated his chest. Some wounds look like he’d been shot while others appeared to be from a knife.
Biting her lip, she watched him, fascinated, as he moved, as he got naked.
Much to her shame, she felt a stirring of lust deep inside at seeing him like this, at having him close. Her feelings for Draven had never diminished.
Once he was naked, he smirked at her.
“Look at you. I recognize that look. I have to wonder if your fiancé even knew how to take care of you. Did he make you come? Did he make you scream his name as he pounded inside you, over and over again?”
Ethan never had her screaming in pleasure. Sex had been … enjoyable. She was always wet, but it had never blown her mind. Never made her want to do crazy things.
Draven put the blade down, and his hand touched her face.
She didn’t flinch away from him. Staring into his green eyes, she could kid herself that they were still eighteen again with so many plans.
He stroked his finger down her neck, running down her back until he grabbed her ass. She cried out as he gripped her. The pain was instant, but she didn’t fight him as he pulled her close.
She knew she stank, and yet, she tilted her head back, looking up at him.
“You really are a slut.” He traced the ink across the base of her back. “I wonder if he ever did this while he was pumping inside you.”
Harper tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her.
“Let’s see how wet you are. I can smell you right here.” He slid a finger between her thighs even as she pulled away.
She was no match for his strength as he found the evidence of her arousal.
He plunged two fingers inside her, and she cried out, moaning as his thumb stroked across her clit.
She closed her eyes, ashamed that she was turned on by this. By his brutality. This was wrong. She shouldn’t be enjoying this, shouldn’t be wanting this, and yet, when he added a third finger, she took it.
“Look at you, Harper. You’re so wet you’re dripping onto my hand.”
“Stop it.” Even to her own ears she knew she wasn’t putting up much of a fight.
There was no fight to have.
He was the one in control, not her.
Back and forth, around, across, he teased her nub all the time, finger-fucking her hard. She rode his hand, feeling that orgasm begin to build. The only way she’d been able to feel any kind of release was if she was touching herself. Ethan never knew which parts of her to push to get her to come.
He tried. He just never succeeded.
“Please, please, please,” she said, hating herself for begging for more. This wasn’t fair, but she’d rather beg than him stop.
“You’re so desperate, aren’t you, babe? You want to come on my fingers.”
“Yes.”
“You want me to make you come?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Scream my name.”
He twisted his fingers inside her, and as she came, she yelled his name. Draven held her up, and she rode his fingers, begging for more, wanting more. Hungry for more.
Once she finished, she came to, her head resting on his chest.
Lifting up, she looked into his eyes and saw the smirk staring right back at her. Draven wanted to make her come.
He pulled his fingers from her pussy and held them up for him to see. They were coated with her release.
“You see this. This is what I do for you, and yet, you thought to give your pussy to another man.”
“Draven.”
He silenced her by putting his cum-slicked fingers against her mouth.
“Lick it off. Taste yourself.”
She stared at him and knew he wouldn’t stop until she did his bidding.
Flicking her tongue across his finger, she tasted herself, and he smiled even wider.
“That’s it, Harper, taste your pussy. Suck it off my fingers. That’s what I do for you.”
She cleaned him up and waited, defiant. If he intended to break her, she’d fight it. Draven wouldn’t win this. She wasn’t going to cower in a corner.
He shoved her into the shower and turned it on. The icy cold water sprayed her, making her cry out. Her body had already been cold but was now even more so.
Draven held her beneath the water, and she felt his eyes on her at every turn. He spun her around so that she faced the wall and he was behind her.
“When do I get to see Buck and Jett, or are they planning something else for me to hate?”
“You didn’t like the orgasm I gave you?” he asked.
She stayed silent as he chuckled against her neck.
“It’s okay. I know how much you wanted it. I wonder how many men have used you. Taken what you offer and tossed you aside.”
“Why?” she asked. “How many women have you been with? I doubt you’ve waited for me.”
“You’re right. I’ve not. I don’t take women though, Harper. They know the score when they fuck me. They get one night. If they entertain me enough, they get to worship my dick for a second time.”
“You’re a pig.”
He spun her around, and what shocked her was how easy it was for him to use the hand that was cuffed to hers. He wrapped his fingers around her neck, right next to the marks she knew was there from Axel.
“You like to throw insults around.”
“You keep calling me a slut and you can’t even handle being called a pig? Grow some balls, Draven.”
He laughed, and
she gasped as he pressed his cock against her.
“I’ve got some balls, Harper.” He held her shoulder and shoved her down to her knees so that she was right in front of his length.
Draven was long, thick, and pre-cum already coated the head of his cock. Nerves chased up her spine.
She’d sucked Ethan’s cock but never Draven’s.
“Let’s see how much you’ve learned, shall we?” He wrapped her hair around his fist. No matter how much she tried to tug away and to put him off balance, Draven was by far stronger than she was. She couldn’t pull away from him.
He held all the power.
“If you bite me, I’ll choke you.”
“Stop this, Draven,” she said, even as she licked her lips.
“Why should I stop something you want?” He placed the tip at her lips and trailed his pre-cum across them. “Lick it off.”
She didn’t, glaring up at him.
He tugged on her hair so hard it made her gasp.
When she opened her lips, he slammed his cock deep inside, choking her with his length. He didn’t pull out for a few seconds, and when he did, she gasped for breath.
“Let’s try this again. Lick it off.”
Tears filled her eyes, and she knew it was going to get worse. The Draven she once knew was gone.
The boy she’d loved was gone. She never even got to tell that boy all those years ago that she loved him.
She licked her lips, tasting his pre-cum.
He did it again and again until he put the tip of his cock against her mouth, and she sucked him inside.
The urge to bite him was strong, but she held off, instead, licking and sucking at his cock as he asked her to. When he thrust forward, hitting her throat, she gagged, and he tutted.
“It looks like you’re going to be spending a lot of time with a cock in your mouth. Don’t want your vomit on my dick, but you’re going to learn to take it, Harper. To suck on cock.”
She swallowed him down, bobbing her head, pleasuring him as he groaned. She tried to ignore the pulse between her thighs and the heaviness of her breasts as he held her head, and made her take his cock.
This wasn’t something she liked doing or enjoyed. She had to remember she was being forced to do this.
Liar.
Even though Draven was forcing her, she enjoyed it.
He held her head still, the grip in her hair tightening even more as he pumped harder, faster.
He was so close. She felt it in the hardness of his cock, the increase in his thrusts. When he came, he went to the back of her throat and erupted his load into her mouth.
“Swallow it all. Don’t let a drop go to waste.”
She swallowed him down, drinking every single drop of his release.
Once she was done, he pulled out of her mouth, picked her up, turned her toward the water, and washed her body.
He didn’t say anything, not a word.
Her cheeks were flaming, and she was aroused.
He cleaned her up, and still, he didn’t say anything.
It was like they’d not just done … that.
She knew they had. She tasted his cum on her tongue still.
“Draven.”
“Shut the fuck up, Harper. I’ve got nothing I want to say.”
“I’ve got something I want to say.”
He slapped her ass hard. It wasn’t playful. “You’ll learn to do as I say.”
“Or what?”
He hit her again, making her cry out. He tugged on her hair again, pulling her back. The angle hurt her arm, and she screamed. It didn’t matter what noise she made, no one would be coming for her. She was all alone with a monster; only, this monster, she craved with every fiber of her being.
“Do you think I’ve got a problem hurting you? I don’t. I don’t give a shit about hurting scum, and that is what you are, Harper. Scum.”
“Why do you hate me so much?”
“I could have given you the world. Everything your heart desired, and yet, you ran and went straight to our enemies. I don’t forgive that. I’ll never forgive that. Now shut up.”
He let her go, and she was so relieved to no longer be in pain, she didn’t say another word. She stayed perfectly silent as he cleaned her body, washed her hair, and when he was done, he climbed out of the shower.
With how strong Draven was, she didn’t have an option about stopping, or forcing him to listen to her. All she could was follow his orders. When he tugged her left or right or straight forward, she had to go.
Entering the bedroom, she discovered Axel sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for them. His gaze roamed up and down her body.
“I see you’ve added to the marks I’ve already given her.” Axel pointed at her neck.
“She wouldn’t shut up.”
“Does she really think talking to us is going to help?” Axel asked.
Draven shrugged.
“Here you go, at your request.” Axel held up the key.
Harper lunged for it, but Draven already had it. She watched as he opened his side of the cuffs, but then she cried out as he dragged her to the bed and locked her into place on the bed. She didn’t have much room.
Draven stepped back.
“Now that is a pretty sight.”
“Have you already fucked her?” Axel asked.
“Screw the both of you.” She tried to pull free, but nothing was working. She cried out as the cuff seemed to dig into the flesh of her wrist, making her gasp.
Axel moved up behind her. Even though he was wearing clothes, there was no mistaking the arousal there. He pressed against her ass, and she paused.
“One day soon, Harper, you’re going to be fucking us. You should hope to keep us entertained because you’re going to be using that cunt to save your life.”
With that, she watched as both men left the room. Draven wore a robe while she was still naked.
“You can’t keep me here against my will,” she said, hoping to reason with them.
Draven stopped at the door, staring at her. “You shouldn’t have run away.”
“Draven, didn’t your dad tell you anything?” she asked.
“He told me how you tried to blackmail him. How you wanted out of Stonewall. Away from all four of us. He told me about the ten grand you had. The secrets you were willing to spill to get away from us and how you ran into the enemy’s arms.”
Each accusation was thrown back at her, cutting her like a blade.
No! No! This isn’t fair. This isn’t fucking fair!
Alan had blackmailed her.
He’d put Draven’s life in danger, and she’d seen it with her own two eyes.
“You’re wrong. Draven, I swear, he lied.”
“Well, it’s not like I can ask him if your version of whatever happened is true or not. You were gone, and I told you to come to me when you were going to run.”
“Draven, I swear to you I would have—”
“I don’t need to hear any more lies.”
“Damn it, Draven, listen to me.”
He closed the door, and she heard the lock.
“Open the fucking door. You bastard. Cowardly fucks! Where’s Jett? Where’s Buck? You can’t keep me here forever. How dare you?”
Anger hit her hard, and she tried to get the cuffs off, crying out as she tore at the skin. Tears spilled from her eyes, and she screamed. Grabbing the lamp nearest her, she launched it across the room. It hit the wall. She opened the drawer and emptied it out, throwing everything she had in her grasp.
Some items hit the wall, others hit the door, and most of them fell in a path, until she had nothing else to throw.
She collapsed on the bed, ass in the air, exhausted.
She couldn’t get comfortable, not with her hand tied above her.
Sobbing into the pillow, she couldn’t believe that Draven trusted his father over her. Yes, she’d run, but part of her had hoped he’d find her. He’d asked her to never run, but didn’t he at least doubt Alan?
She’d been with him for so long, and she belonged to him. He took her virginity, and she gave him everything. She really had hoped he’d come. When he hadn’t, she’d lost hope. Alan still made his demands. No matter where she went, he was there, close by. If she didn’t do as he told her, Draven, Axel, Buck, and Jett were the pawns he used. She had run from Stonewall, but she’d not been free. Alan had used her as a puppet. Wherever he wanted her, she had no choice but to go. He’d sent her to Europe to do his bidding, and she tried to run so many times, but Alan always found her. She worked every single day just to afford rent and food to try to get away. Nothing helped until one day, five years ago, he simply stopped calling, and eventually even his men on her disappeared. By then, it had been too long, and she’d tried to move on, always afraid he was watching her, waiting for her to fuck up.
Her life had become nothing more than survival.
Now Draven was intent on killing her, and it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fucking fair. None of it.
No matter what they did, she wouldn’t break.
She was stronger than this.
She’d fight, and she would win.
Chapter Five
“It has been three days,” Axel said.
Draven looked up from his paper to his friend. “And?”
“You’re not going to talk to her? Bring her down here?”
“Are you wanting to fuck her, is that it? Go in, use her, you might as well.”
“Draven, look at me.”
He lifted his head up and stared at the only person in his life who he’d ever let talk to him like that, even as his hand twitched to touch Jett’s knife and kill him.
“What, Axel? Do you need my permission now? Okay, I give you my blessing to go and fuck the whore.”
“You know for a fact she was more yours than ours.”
Draven threw down the paper. “What do you want me to do right now? If I put my hands on her, I’ll take her to the fucking whipping post that hasn’t been used since your father was in power here. I will make her bleed.”
“You don’t want to?” Axel asked.
“I want to, Axel. That’s the point. I want to hurt her until I hear her beg me to stop. That ink on her back, the one that says our names, I want to take this knife.” He pulled out Jett’s blade. “And slice the skin right off so she knows just what she did. I’ve got no problem with you taking your pound of flesh. You knew the moment you brought her here, her days were numbered.”