Raw

by Belle Aurora

  He is stunning.

  And although he’s no longer watching me, keeping an eye on me to make sure I’m following instructions…I can’t take my eyes off him.

  The sounds of leather squeaking softly by my ear alerts me to the fact that he has tightened his grip on the belt once again. Unable to stop myself, I stop my passive posture and give as good as he gets. And I know he’s close. I know this because as I begin to bob my mouth on him, he hisses, “Fuck, Angel. Yeah, baby, suck it good.”

  Closing my eyes, I work him in a steady motion. I feel his fingertips slip into the collar that is his belt, and I know what’s coming. And because I know, I’m prepared for it.

  Pulling me by my choker, he pants, “I’m ready. Take it.”

  Sucking in air through my nose, I’m pulled forward further into his unbelievably hard cock. Relaxing, my throat opens. His hips jerk with the first contraction of his orgasm, and suddenly, I’m deep throating.

  What’s strange? I don’t feel the discomfort I felt before.

  Twitch groans long and low. I feel him jerk fitfully, and the warmth of his release slides down my receptive throat.

  And it makes me so wet, makes me so horny, that I know a single touch would set me off.

  Stilling, he begins to pull out. My throats reflexes kick in and I gag a little as his piercing knocks the top of my mouth. He finally frees himself. I feel wet warmth slide out of the side of my mouth. His nostrils flare and his eyes flash. Using his thumb, he wipes off the excess stickiness and offers it to me.

  Mouth puffy from friction, I slowly extend my tongue and curl it around his thumb. I watch in delight as his almost-flaccid dick jumps. I feel powerful right now. Closing my lips around his thumb, I suck gently and release it with a pop.

  Twitch teeters where he stands, and I bite my lip to stop my victorious smirk.

  Twitch is not a person to whom you say I told you so, so I make sure I do not do that.

  As gently as I can, I place him back into his pants and do him up. However, I leave his belt around my neck. I can’t be sure I’m doing the right thing here. The last thing I want to give him is an excuse to punish me.

  I like when he’s happy with me. Although, having him be upset with me brings me quite the thrill.

  Who knew?

  Eyes closed, he visibly shudders before his eyelashes flutter and he looks down at me, his stare full of reverence. His lip curls up, “Damn. You sucked the sense out of me.” His hand comes down onto my head and strokes my hair. He mutters, “You did good, Angel.”

  A small smile graces my lips. The way he just called me angel is as if he actually believes me to be one. Leaning into his touch, the moment is over too soon and his fingers gently undo the belt from around my neck.

  A thought crosses me.

  I don’t want the belt to go.

  My mind ponders this.

  Whoa. You are a freak.

  Helping me to stand, he possessively wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me into him. Leaning into his chest, I breathe him in and take in his warmth. He guides us out of his room and down the hall. Down the opposite end from where we originally came.

  That’s when we both hear it.

  A lady shrieks, “Help! No! No! Stop!” Sobs. “Please don’t. I don’t want you to! Please!”

  My blood runs cold.

  My body tenses and my eyes round. I look up at Twitch who watches me carefully, regret in his eyes. What shocks me is his lack of attempt to investigate or help. When the woman screeches at the top of her lungs, Twitch sighs, as if this woman isn’t being attacked, but more of a pain in his ass.

  Blood roars in my ears. I lose it.

  Face bunched in disgust, I snatch my arm away from him, and gritting my teeth, I push at his shoulders before taking off down the hall, looking for the source of the cries for help.

  “Lexi! Do not go in there! Wait, dammit!”

  But I don’t. I run. Frantically looking for the woman who obviously needs help.

  Her moans, groans, and sobs appear closer and closer until finally, I stand just outside the door, afraid to peer in. Afraid of what I’ll find.

  My heart beats out of my chest.

  Eyes wide, my shaking hand reaches for the doorknob. Turning it slowly, the latch clicks over and the door opens an inch, when I’m pulled back into a hard body. A hand tightens over my mouth and I struggle. Breathing heavily through my nose, I fight only a moment before Twitch says directly into my ear, “Stop. Watch. It’s okay, Lex.”

  Still struggling, his hand tightens over my mouth. Tears form in my eyes and my body shakes. Pulling the side of my face into his cheek, he sways with me, gently rocking me from side to side. “Ssssh. Just watch.”

  Closing my eyes a long moment, I realize I’m not getting out of this until I do as he says. So sniffling, I open my eyes and take in the sight through the crack in the door.

  My heart skips a beat. Anger surges through my veins like liquid lava singeing my insides. I’m appalled. And heartbroken.

  I need to call the police.

  Lexi’s rigid body shakes with soundless cries as we watch through the crack in the door. Wrapping my arm around her, I rock her in what I hope is an attempt at soothing her.

  I’m not very good at things like that.

  It’s not a pretty sight. And part of me hopes to God that she’ll see this through with me.

  Regardless of what she thinks, she is strong.

  She is perfect.

  I knew she would be.

  It’s a lot to take in. But she will find a way to cope. I know it.

  And I’ll be there, guiding her all the while.

  Closing my eyes, I try to block out the image now burned into my brain. Unable to hold it back, I cry in complete silence, my body shaking against the tall man who I suddenly hate.

  I feel ill. And helpless. And morose.

  But above any of those feelings, I hate Twitch.

  Covering my mouth with one hand, he reaches across my chest to hold my shoulder while he gently rocks me, cooing. “Ssssh, Angel. I know it’s hard. I just need you to watch a little longer.”

  I cry harder.

  Who is this beast?

  I know Twitch has issues. Deep seeded issues. But I never imagined how far those roots stem.

  I should’ve listened to Nikki when she told me not to make this man a project.

  His lips touch the shell of my ear and he whispers, “You gotta trust me, Lex.” His voice pleads. “Open your eyes.”

  I want to screech ‘Fuck you!’…but something in his voice tells me to do as he says. So I do.

  And my throat thickens. So thick that I can’t swallow.

  The scene before me is horrific.

  Ling lies on her stomach in the middle of the king-sized bed held in the pristine room. Her little black dress is ripped and left in tatters on her mostly-naked body. One long silken glove has come off, the other hanging off her straining fingers. Her pretty face is distorted by the distress and anguish she is experiencing at this moment.

  My heart breaks for her.

  My eyes refuse to blink, and tears trail down my cheeks.

  I want to call out. I want her to know she isn’t alone. I want to yell for help. But above all, I want to kick the shit out of the brute of a man holding her arm twisted behind her back as he drives into her brutally.

  No, strike that. I want to kill that man.

  I’m positive that if I had a gun at this moment, I would use it. Not to defend. Not to maim. But to kill.

  My gaze drifts over her body a moment before it settles back on her face. Silently sobbing, her voice strained and weak, she pleads, “Please. Please stop. Don’t do this.”

  As if Twitch can sense my resolve breaking, his hand tightens over my mouth and he whispers, “Just a little longer. Then we can walk away.”

  But I can’t stop my body from reacting. Wrenching my arms as hard as I can, I struggle with the strong man. To no avail. So when he nips my
ear hard, a muffled cry escapes me. That’s when he growls, “She wants it. Watch!”

  Oh God! He’s one of those psycho stalker guys who rapes women then says they wanted it!

  The man holding Ling down is more than twice her petite size; there’s no way she could fight him, even if she wanted to. A sinking in my gut takes me back to those weeks ago when Twitch saved me from that…that...fucking monster who attacked me.

  So why won’t he help now?

  The man holds her arm twisted awkwardly behind her back as he thrusts into her. And with every thrust, a look of pain covers her mascara stained face. Her lipstick smeared down her chin, she has a fat lip. The man has visible scratch marks on his chest; dark red covers those scratches and I feel a little satisfaction in knowing that she marked him.

  Suddenly, Ling reaches back with her free arm and pounds the side of her fist into his hip. The attempt is so weak that her arm flops down. She’s exhausted. Exhausted from fighting.

  I can’t watch anymore.

  Closing my eyes, Twitch’s hand drops from my mouth down to my chin, where his fingers hold it steadily. Almost forcefully, he shakes my chin harshly, “I told you to watch. Now fucking watch.”

  My eyes snap open and what I see then changes everything.

  Ling’s eyes open wide, her mouth rounds in an O, and she says, “Do it! Do it, motherfucker!”

  The man smirks, flips her over, plunges back inside of little weak Ling, rears his arm back, and slaps her across the face.

  Pressure builds in my ears. My eyes widen in shock. I can’t believe what I’m seeing.

  She gasps loudly, then moans lustfully. He leans over her small body and fucks her hard. Fucks her like he hates her. With his extremely muscular arms on either side of her head supporting him, she leans up and their mouths clash in a vicious kiss.

  I suddenly feel rude. As if I’m intruding on a special moment between the two. I haven’t even noticed that Twitch no longer holds me tightly, but has both arms wrapped around my waist with his lips at my temple.

  The man snarls and I’m drawn back to the live show. Ling’s eyes flash in excitement before her face contorts once more in fear. Ever the actress, she begs, “No more. Please! No more. I can’t take it.”

  The man’s hand slides across the cheek he had slapped and caresses it a moment before his arm rears back once more, and I don’t watch this time. Closing my eyes, I black out what is about to happen.

  Smack!

  Whimpers fill the air, and Ling cries out, “Oh God! Yes!”

  Peeking, I watch Ling’s back come off the bed; her eyes flutter a moment before she jerks uncontrollably, moaning all the while. The man grits his teeth. “Fuck yeah! Come on my cock, babe. Milk me.”

  His body stills, his ass clenches, and tipping his head back, he roars as his body thrusts fitfully into the spent body that is Ling.

  Feeling as worn as the two panting and lying in a tangle on the bed, my body weakens from the current state of emotions rushing through my head. I lean back into Twitch. With a squeeze to my waist, he leads me away from the mess in front of me and back to his bedroom.

  I know what he wants.

  I know it should happen.

  But I’m dreading this talk.

  Fucking Ling.

  Always messing with me. Always messing with what’s important to me. I have no idea why I keep her around. The bitch is more trouble than she’s worth.

  You know why you keep her around.

  Yeah. I guess I do. We’re alike in many ways. Not all, but we get each other.

  Squeezing Lexi’s waist, I lead her down the hall until we stand in front of my room. Slowly, as to not spook her, I reach forward and open the door. Not saying a word, she allows me to walk her in and I shut the door behind us.

  Letting go of her, I walk over to my bed and sit on the edge. But Lexi just stands there, by the dresser, staring into nothingness.

  “Lexi, come over here.”

  Nothing. She stands where she is. The light in her eyes has dimmed so much that I wonder if I’ve broken her so soon in our game.

  “Come here, Lexi. Sit with me. We’ll talk.”

  Relief and disappointment both pass through me as her brows furrow. “I- I don’t understand,” she says softly.

  I state, “You wouldn’t.”

  Taking a step back, she bumps into the dresser. “He was hurting her. He was—” Her eyes lose focus. “And she was… He hit her and she… I don’t understand.”

  I hate the way she sounds so young right now. It takes me back to my childhood. A place I’d rather keep buried deep. Standing, I take her in a moment. My angel. She looks beautiful tonight. As always. But right now, she looks like a fallen angel.

  Devastated. Rocked. And Distressed.

  It’s sick, but I like it.

  Begging my cock not to react is impossible. It jerks in my pants and I take a few steps towards her. I won’t beg. I don’t beg. But I will meet her halfway. For tonight. Holding out my hand to her, I order gently, “Take my hand.”

  Finally looking up at me, her blue eyes looking much too pale, the gloom there actually starts to bother me.

  Nope. I don’t like it.

  Extending my hand a little further, she stares at it a long time before she whispers, “You knew. You- you knew.”

  I nod. “Yeah. We can discuss it when you’re not so far away from me.”

  Leaning even further back into the dresser, she asks, “What if I don’t want to discuss it?”

  I don’t like being questioned. Gritting my teeth, I quash down my sudden annoyance and manage a gentle but calm voice as I tell her firmly, “We need to discuss it.”

  Her eyes bore into mine. So much sadness there.

  Reaching out slowly and uncertainly, she places her small hand into mine, and with a small tug, I pull her into my body, wrapping my arms around her and walking backwards towards the bed. Sitting, I bring her down to sit on my lap and play with the fingers on her left hand as I start. “You weren’t meant to see that.”

  Nodding, she says dejectedly, “No. I suppose I wasn’t.” A short pause. “You knew she likes that stuff?”

  I don’t reply. That being my reply.

  Lexi stiffens. She whispers, “Have you…? I mean, how did you know?”

  Once again, I let my silence speak for me.

  She swallows hard. “I see.”

  Suddenly, my chest pounds. It’s such an unfamiliar feeling that it rocks me. I realize the feeling is worry.

  I’m losing her.

  Quietly, I explain, “Ling is damaged. What she’s been through, I honestly don’t know how she made it out alive. I’m not saying her tastes are normal or natural, but I am saying to not judge her too harshly. She’s not all bad.”

  Lexi tenses further. “How could you do that to her?”

  Wrapping an arm around her waist as if to stop her from escaping, I remain honest. “Because she wanted it. It was consensual, even if it didn’t look like it. Ling is old enough to make her own decisions, and she isn’t dumb or impaired in any way.” Then, brutal honesty. “It was actually easy. It was hot. It turned me on. I enjoyed it, and I would do it again.”

  Sad eyes meet mine. “You hit her?”

  “Yes. More than once. Maybe even harder than he did.”

  Nodding, her eyes turn frightened as she asks, “Will you hit me?”

  Fighting to keep the anger under control, I ask, “You want me to hit you?”

  And her answer is pure redemption. Her answer lets me know that I’ve far from lost her. “Not like that.”

  Relief flows through me as I tug at a piece of her hair. “I’m good at reading people, Lexi. When we’re together, I know what you like and what you don’t. I know what you think you don’t like and are scared to try. I know how to push you further than you’re used to.” Allowing that to sink in a moment, I tell her, “I will spank you. I will be rough with you. I will push you to your limits. But I promise that if you give it
a chance, you’ll enjoy taking it as much I like to deliver it.”

  Her chest heaves with heavy breaths. “What if you read me wrong? What if it goes too far?”

  Reaching up, my fingertips hold her chin firmly as I look into her eyes and ask seriously, “You like what we’ve done so far?”

  She hesitates, and I know she wants to lie, so I’m surprised when she answers, “Yes. I did. You freak me out. You’re intense. And you kinda scare the shit out of me. But I like it.”

  Hearing that makes me feel good. A little too good. Burying my face into her neck, I kiss the sensitive skin there and smile as her body shudders. Her next question has me seeing red. “So what do you like? Are you a Dom?”

  Lifting my head away from her neck, I glare into her throat. My annoyance is clear when I snap, “Know what I don’t like? Labels.”

  Her brow furrows. “Labels?”

  Nodding, I confirm, “Labels.” Getting angrier by the second, I rant, “I like what I like and I make no excuses for that. Is what I like considered normal? Probably not. Yes, I think it’s clear that I enjoy being in control. Am I a Dom? No. Does that matter? No. Because I really don’t need anyone to get me unless I want them too.” My anger surges to a new level: Hulk. “Who the fuck is anyone to judge me? To put a label on me? No one knows me well enough to do that, and the people who do know me know that labelling me does not go well. So if you’re smart, Lex…you won’t do it.”

  Lexi tries to stand. But I don’t let her up. My arm tightens around her waist and I hear panic in her voice. “I need you to let me go. I can’t think when you’re so close to me. I-I really didn’t like what I saw there, Twitch. I need some time to think. Time alone.”

  Doing a remarkable job of suppressing my rage, I answer with a tight-lipped, “You can think later. Tonight, you stay with me. I already told Happy to arrange a car for Nicole and David.”