Twisted in Chains

by Sam Crescent

  She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the cold. “Noah, you’re … scaring me.”

  He pulled her against him, kissing the top of her head. “No need to be afraid. I promise you, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

  She rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes. His warmth spread through her, and she held onto him, needing him more than she had ever needed anyone else in her life.

  “Come on, let’s get to that party,” he said.

  He took her hand, and they walked toward his friend’s house.

  “Derek’s having a party.”

  “Yes. It’s a welcome home party. Another reason you should be here as well. You and I, we’re here together.”

  Outside Derek’s house was a huge banner that had the words, “Welcome Back!” She knew this had nothing to do with her, and as they entered Derek’s house, she was very certain of it.

  A couple of people looked at her as if she was some kind of foreigner. She’d never spent any time with them at all. Her life had always been about her studies. Partying had been at the bottom of her list of things to ever do.

  Noah didn’t let go of her hand, even as people held theirs up to be greeted. She tried to make him let go so they didn’t cause a scene, but alas, he wouldn’t have it.

  In fact, he pulled her in front of him, and instead of holding her hand, he wrapped an arm around her middle.

  “You’re making a spectacle of the both of us.”

  “Again, don’t give a fuck.”

  She couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t seem to give a fuck about anything anymore.”

  “You got it, babe.”

  They found Derek with several of his friends in the sitting room. They were all in a circle with a single, empty bottle in the center.

  “Seriously, spin the bottle?” Noah asked. “What are we, twelve?”

  “It’s truth or dare. Whoever spins the bottle gets to demand a truth or a dare from someone,” Derek said. “You used to love spin the bottle, remember?”

  “When I was twelve,” Noah said.

  Skye chuckled.

  “You ever played?”

  “No.”

  “Then that’s how we roll. We’ll join in.”

  Noah put her on one side of the circle, forcing people to move out a little so they both could join.

  She didn’t like this.

  Luke was the one to spin the bottle. Her heart pounded as it slowed down. It missed her by one person.

  “Ah, Britney, truth or dare.”

  “Truth,” Britney said.

  “Have you ever taken it up the ass?”

  A chorus of laughter filled the air.

  “Ew, gross. No, of course I haven’t. That’s too far for me.”

  “My turn,” Derek said.

  He spun the bottle, and much to her dismay, it landed on her. She was trying not to freak out.

  “Truth or dare?”

  “Erm, truth,” she said. The last thing she wanted to do was be a party pooper and refuse to do a dare.

  Noah liked this game. She could tell quite easily, but he clearly didn’t see how … bad this could go.

  “Okay, do you like my buddy, Noah?” he asked.

  Easy. “Yes.”

  There was a loud chorus of whoops, and Noah laughed. “Of course she does. It’s me.”

  Gritting her teeth, she waited as the bottle kept on spinning. One of the guys spun the bottle, and it landed on Noah.

  “Truth.”

  “What was it like to be kidnapped?”

  And that was one of the questions she had hoped would never turn up. This game had lost its appeal.

  “It sucked. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone.”

  With that, the bottle moved.

  She stared at Noah, and he offered her a smile that didn’t quite reach his lips.

  When it landed on her, she took a dare.

  “Go and take a shot from someone’s hand and down it.”

  Again, this was a dare she didn’t want.

  As it happened, a table was full of shots and three guys doing them, one after the other. Getting to her feet, she went to the guy with the one in his hand, took it from him, swallowed down the fruity tasting mixture, and walked right back to her place.

  “Done.”

  “I’m impressed,” Noah said.

  The game started to heat up, and as one of the guys spun the bottle and it landed on Noah, silence fell down the room at his question.

  “Did you fuck Skye while you were away?”

  Her cheeks heated, and she stared at Noah.

  “I think it’s time we stop playing.” She got to her feet.

  “Is that all you fucking care about? While we were taken, did we fuck? Are you seriously going there?”

  She grabbed Noah’s shoulder. “Come on, it’s time to go.”

  “Dude, it’s a truth question. I’m just asking what everyone wants to know. Since you’ve come back, you’ve been sniffing around her.”

  “We’ve been back at school one day,” Skye said.

  “No, I didn’t fuck Skye while we were gone. We didn’t do anything but survive. You lame ass losers.” Noah grabbed the bottle and threw it across the room.

  “Don’t be a dick,” one guy said.

  Derek was on his feet.

  “It’s cool. We’re all cool right now, right,” Derek said. “Go to one of the rooms, Noah. Just chill. You look like you could kill someone.”

  He looked toward her. “You can handle this?”

  “Yes, we’re fine.” She remembered the very sharp, very pointy knife in his pocket. Her only mission right now was to get him out of everyone’s way so he didn’t do something he’d regret.

  “I can’t believe those fucks.”

  “I can’t believe you let them get to you like that,” she said.

  They headed upstairs. She wanted nothing more than to go home but held back, wanting to take care of Noah first, to make sure he was okay.

  Noah pulled her into the first available room, shutting the door and locking it. It looked like a spare bedroom as there were no personal items on around. She folded her arms.

  “Is that why you looked nervous playing the game?”

  “It was only going to be a matter of time before someone asked. You’ve got to see that.”

  “I lied.”

  “I know.”

  “We promised each other what happened in that place would stay there.”

  “And I’ve not told a soul. No one.”

  He walked up to her, cupping her face. “I will protect you.”

  She held his hands. “You don’t have to keep saying that.”

  His gaze fell to her lips. “But I want to. I want to protect you.”

  He caught her hands, walking her back until she was pressed against the wall. He held her against it, and she had nowhere to go. There was no point in fighting him, not that she wanted to.

  “Do you know I think about our time together? Holding you, fucking you, being inside you. Not that first time. It doesn’t count.”

  “Noah, none of it counts, not here.”

  He held both of her hands above her head. Her heart raced even as her pussy grew slick. They were not kids anymore, couldn’t be. Not with everything they had been through. It was like a cloud hanging over them, constantly reminding them of what they had done. They had killed to survive, and they’d been used. For Skye, she knew it was hard to just go back as if it was all normal. It wasn’t. It was so far from being fucking normal, she hated it.

  Her parents were worried about her, but she could only think of what they’d done.

  “I want to kiss you.” He leaned in close so his breath fanned across her face. “I want to strip you naked, Skye. I want to see you in the light of day, and to drive my cock inside you.” She pressed her thighs together. “I want to taste your pussy, to feel it clench around my cock as I take you. There’s so much I want to do to you, and you know what s
cares me?”

  She shook her head.

  His lips trailed to her ear. “If you tell me no, I don’t know if I can stop.” She closed her eyes. “They have fucked with me, with who I am.”

  “Then don’t,” she said. She licked her dry lips. “Don’t stop.”

  He pressed his body against hers. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

  “I know that if you touch me, if you keep on going, I won’t want you to stop.”

  “Skye, I raped you.”

  “And I want you to fuck me now.” The words felt weird falling from her lips, but now that she said them, she knew she wanted it. For two weeks, she’d been away from him, their parents keeping them apart, and it didn’t help her sleep.

  Noah released her hands, but his were all over her body. He pulled off her jacket, and she attacked his shirt, needing it off him, to touch him all over. To know that he belonged to her.

  The moment he had her shirt off and her bra opened, she heard him groan. “I’ve missed these.”

  He pressed her tits together, his tongue stroking over each hardened nipple. The pleasure went straight to her pussy.

  Dropping her head back, she gave herself over to him, wanting him to take her, to fuck her. She craved his touch so damn much that it scared her.

  He let go of her tits but only long enough to go to the button of her jeans. He slid it open, and she wriggled out of the fabric until it fell to the floor. Stepping out of it, she kicked it aside and wrapped her arms around him. Scoring her nails down his naked back, she gripped the buckle of his belt, opening it up.

  In the back of her mind, the memory of her being forced to take his cock, to choke on it, reared its ugly head, but she ignored it.

  Pushing it aside, she focused on the man in front of her. The man who owned her, who called to her in every single way that counted and then some more.

  “You drive me crazy,” he said.

  He moved her out of the way, and within seconds he was naked. His cock stood out, the tip already slick with pre-cum. He wrapped his fingers around the length, working it up and down. She watched him, mesmerized.

  Sinking to her knees before him, she didn’t want to be afraid of this.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “I’m clean. I’ve been tested for everything.”

  “So am I.”

  “I want to do this with you.” She took hold of his cock, staring up at him.

  This is Noah.

  He won’t hurt me.

  There was no one to force her mouth on his cock. No one to order her what to do.

  It was just the two of them.

  She licked the tip of his cock, and he released a moan. She slid her tongue down the vein, before moving back up, and going to the head, swallowing him down until he hit the back of her throat. The moment he did, she pulled right up off his length, not wanting to choke on him.

  “Fuck, that feels good.”

  She tensed up as he wrapped her hair around his fist.

  He didn’t shove down her throat. He rocked gently at first. Saliva coated his shaft from her mouth, and she swallowed him back down.

  She saw it was taking every single ounce of control for him not to fuck her face.

  Suddenly, he pulled her off his cock, lifting her up to her feet. He used her hair to do it. The violence simmering beneath the surface was there. What scared her was her own reaction. She wasn’t afraid. Her tits were rock hard, and she felt how wet she was. She wanted to submit to him, to be at his mercy.

  He slammed his lips down on hers, holding her still. Together they walked back to the bed, and he lowered them down, still kissing her. His teeth were nipping and biting at her lips before moving to her neck, sucking at her pulse there.

  She gasped.

  “Spread your legs,” he said.

  She opened her thighs, complying with his demands.

  “Touch your pussy.”

  Sliding her hand between her spread thighs, she watched him as she did.

  “Yeah, that’s right. I can hear how wet you are. I can smell you, Skye. You want my dick, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Touch me.”

  She frowned and reached out, finding him so close to her core.

  “I can feel how wet you are. Your fingers are soaking. Put my cock inside you.”

  “What?”

  “Do it.”

  She shook a little as she moved his cock to her entrance.

  “Look at me as I take you.”

  She stared into his blue eyes as he slowly began to thrust within her. Each inch felt so incredible. She didn’t want him to stop.

  “Touch me, Skye. Feel the two of us together.” He pulled out of her just enough for her to feel how wet he was, and she cried out as he slammed in, crushing her hand between the two of them. “Fuck, yes, I’ve been dreaming about your pussy for so long. I’ve been wanting to take you, Skye. You’re mine, and I won’t let anyone else have what’s mine.”

  She cried out as he began to take her, driving inside her. Each thrust was harder than the last. It wasn’t painful but so pleasurable, she didn’t know if she was going to last.

  “I want to feel you come. Touch your clit. Make yourself come. I won’t stop until I feel it.”

  She drew her hand up to her clit and began to stroke herself, teasing her nub just how Noah had taught her to do.

  She bit her lip, watching him, needing him, desperate for him.

  He kept on thrusting inside her, only he didn’t go as deep. He prolonged the pleasure, making her ache and desperate for him.

  “That’s it. I can feel how close you are. I can see it in your eyes. Come for me, Skye. Let me feel how wet I’m making you.” He leaned in close, his lips against her ears. “Come for me, Skye, come for me, just for me.”

  She cried out. Her orgasm took her completely by surprise.

  Noah didn’t stop.

  He kept on fucking her, driving deeper within her, until she felt him tense up and the pulse of his cock as he filled her with his cum. This time she was safe. She was on the pill, and there was no chance of pregnancy.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Noah woke up to banging on the bedroom door. One look around the room and he saw it wasn’t his. The events of the night before came flooding back to him. Glancing to his chest, he saw Skye’s head. They were both still naked, curled up together.

  It was the best sleep he’d had in a very long time.

  As he ran his fingers down her back, she let out a sigh. “You’re going to have to respond to him.”

  “You’re awake?”

  “Who wouldn’t be with all that banging?”

  “Shut up, Derek. We’ll be out in a moment.”

  “Good, we’ll be late for school otherwise.”

  Skye sat up then. Her hair was messed, and she held the blanket to her chest as she leaned over him, and grabbed the clock.

  “Crap. I’m going to be in so much trouble.”

  “Your parents wanted you to have fun. Ta-da, you had fun.”

  “I’m going to be late for school.”

  “You can wear what you did last night. It’ll be fine.”

  “After what we did last night? Everyone will know.”

  “Please, they all think we’re together anyway. I don’t see what the big deal is.” He caught her frown and laughed. “What is going on in that head of yours?”

  “Are we together?”

  “Why wouldn’t we be?”

  “I don’t know. I guess, I just didn’t think we would be.”

  “Why?”

  “You’re Noah King.”

  “And you’re Skye Carver. I really don’t see the problem.”

  “You’re supposed to go with cheerleaders and pretty girls that get passed around the football stars. I’m neither pretty, a cheerleader, nor have I slept with any other football player.”

  He didn’t want her to think of Mitch. That bastard didn’t count. He cupped
her arms, holding her against him as he stared up at her. “No, you’re so much better. You belong to me and only me. I don’t share.”

  She smiled. “You so do.”

  “Not anymore. Not when it comes to you.” He wouldn’t share her.

  He stroked her cheek, and she pulled away. She sat on the edge of the bed with her back bare as she stared out at the room. Slowly, she got up, letting the blanket go.

  Her back still held the scars from the whippings she’d been given during their kidnapping. All of the marks had healed now, but she would always remember them when she looked in the mirror, and he’d always see them.

  Getting to his feet, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. They’d not been this naked with each other in weeks, and he found it oddly comforting to see her like this now.

  “What is it?”

  “I just want to hold you.”

  “Noah?”

  “Please.”

  “We need to talk about last night.”

  “No, we did it, you enjoyed it, that’s all that matters.”

  “I think we need to talk to someone.”

  He held her a little tighter. “Why?”

  “It’s not normal for us to … get off to that.”

  “No offence, Skye, you’re not exactly experienced when it comes to getting off.” He let her go just enough so that she could turn to look at him.

  “And you are?”

  “Yeah, I am.”

  “Did you get off last night?”

  “You know I did.”

  “I’m so confused right now.”

  “Does it bother you what I said?” he asked.

  “Yes, no, I don’t know.” She pulled her pants and bra on. He saw her hands were shaking as she worked.

  He grabbed his clothes and began to get changed into them. Once they were done, much like during their captivity, they made the bed together. To him, it was always oddly therapeutic, and it still was. Most of the time the bed never stayed made for long because of the cold room. Now, though, they both sat on top of the bed, dressed, with this void between them. He didn’t know what it was.

  “Our parents are going to go so crazy.”

  “I don’t know why they want to keep us apart,” he said.

  “We’re worlds apart. I think they want to try and remind us both of who we were.”