by Lucian Bane
“Please,” she gasped as he worked the panties lower.
The open position of her legs didn’t allow him enough access. “I can smell you now,” he realized, moving so he could sit between her legs. “I wondered so long about that. If I would like it.”
“I’ll… I’ll let you do whatever you want just… untie me.”
He glanced up at her, narrowing his gaze. “Is lying a lesser offense than letting a heathen have his way with you?”
“I’m not… lying,” she gasped, her chest heaving, aiming her face at him now.
“Then I know you better than you know yourself. You won’t permit it. And if you somehow were able to, guilt would consume you after, invalidating all of it.”
She let go of several breaths and dropped her head back as Mordecai focused on the delight before him again. He touched where the panties met her upper thigh and worked his finger behind the satiny material. Hunger made him yank the entire crotch aside, so he could finally see her virgin secrets better.
“Please, oh God,” she cried.
“I’m going to make you beg so much, Miriam,” he swore as he leaned for a pull of her scent into his lungs and body. “Your body is dripping with lust.” He worked himself under her, setting her on his lap so that her hips were tilted up to him.
He nestled the length of his cock between her slit, causing her gasps to come non-stop, edged with fear and arousal as she moved against the restraints. The friction it created against his cock filled him with an aggressive hunger. “You’re making it burn,” he told her, spanning his hands along the top of her thighs. He squeezed until his fingers dug into her muscles, harder until her cries grew louder, shriller, hips bucking erratically in his hands so that his cock stroked between her pussy lips.
He looked up her body as the fire consumed him, remembering his hunger for her breasts, his need to see them.
He let go of her hips to jerk the top of her dress down, exposing the sheer black bra. The sight of the creamy skin beneath brought a labor to his breaths as he roughly pulled the obstruction aside. The naked perfection rose and fell with her worried moans and pants. Her tight nipples stood tall and hard, a direct assault on his cock. He looked down and pressed his length harder against her pussy before grazing her thick nipples with the tips of his fingers, stroking them, over and over, feeling.
He watched the way her body responded, proving his every wager right. “You fucking like it so much.” He captured her nipple between his thumb and finger, squeezing and rolling it until he heard those orgasm sounds she’d re-enacted in the library.
“Oh God,” she cried. It was the sound of sure defeat, the plea of knowing it’s coming and bracing for it.
Mordecai’s lethal drive kicked in, the one that brought him to the final kill, to delivering the fatal blow. He had to feel inside her, touch that forbidden place and learn its secrets. But the new urge to use his mouth along with every other part of him gripped his cock with a demanding resolve.
“I have to taste your pussy, Miriam.” And yet something inside him had to make her want it, had to make her beg exactly for that. He held his cock in one hand, stroking his fingers along her wet slit. His middle finger naturally dipped inside her entrance, moving and feeling the very opening of her.
“Mordecai.”
The strain in her voice and quiver in her body enthralled him. He moved his finger in and out of her tight entrance, watching her body respond. With his other finger, he placed it on the tip of her clit as he continued fingering her with a delicate touch.
“Oh!” she shot out, panting.
“Do it, Miriam. Move your pussy on my finger.”
She grunted and strained in useless resistance.
“Do you want my tongue here? Right here?” He barely moved the tip of his finger over her clit, grunting with the bite of her pussy on his other finger. “Beg me,” he ordered, realizing more than ever that he had to have that. “Beg for my tongue on your pussy.”
He growled impatiently, shifted his body down and lifted her hips into the air, bringing her to his face. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she whispered frantically as he smelled her and rubbed his nose then mouth along her wet slit, but only barely, barely touching and teasing.
“You won’t get a fucking thing until you beg me,” he swore.
“I can’t!” the words wrenched from her as she strained for it, against it.
“I know, I know,” he soothed with a slow, merciful lick along her slit. “Fuck, I’ll help you.” Desire flooded him at his first taste and he flicked the tip of her clit, eager to bring her torment to a frantic, burning edge.
She let out a strained moan mixed with a cry, her body shuddering in his hands as he got lost in the feel of her hot silk along his tongue. It was an instant, sadistic addiction. To lick her all up, shoving his tongue inside her, sucking on her clit with abandon, forgetting all about making her beg.
But every time her cries peaked it triggered his need to torment, and he pulled back, found other ways to touch her, feel her, keep her burning but not consumed. He realized his conundrum. He needed to force her, and he needed her to beg.
Mordecai decided he’d force her first. He’d take it all without her permission and release her from the biting punishments of her ruthless, loving god. Then she’d beg.
C H A P T E R F I V E
Help!
She was losing! Oh God! He was eating her!
Her mind suddenly knew that this was the end of the line for her, and somewhere in her head, it clicked. Survival instincts. Not the self-preserving kind, but the kind that ran straight into danger, willing to sacrifice everything for what was most important. It wasn’t just for herself, it was for more. For her, for God, but especially for him. She couldn’t let him win, not when winning meant losing what was more important.
She sucked in a huge breath and let out a scream, thrashing to get away from his mouth and iron fingers. “Untie me! You sonofabitch, you spineless bastard! You’re not a sadist, you’re a lying devil! Untie me and let me fight! Grow some balls and let me fight for what I believe in!”
She suddenly froze and stared at him, her chest heaving.
He sat still. Staring back at her. Eyes swimming with lust and blazing with sadistic hunger. The look brought a different kind of fear that set her heart to hammering and her mind to thinking out a quick plan. He slowly lowered her body to the bed and slid the back of his hand across his shiny mouth, a predator pissed at having to defend its first and only meal.
She fought to catch her breath, holding on to his stare. Somehow it seemed as though he circled her like a predator playing with his prey, while remaining perfectly still. This thing inside her that rose up to fight, held steady. Waiting. Its bitter anger filled her mouth until she seethed with a fury. “That’s it, you pussy,” she taunted, realizing that’s what had baited him. The challenge. “Fight like a real sadist. A sadist who has to tie up his victims is weak. Afraid to lose, afraid to get hurt?” she mocked, her body shaking.
He slowly moved off the bed, not taking his gaze from her. She stared back, her pulse pounding in her ears as he walked to his night stand on her left and pulled out a hunting knife.
Shit, shit, shit. She wouldn’t beg for her life. “Go ahead, coward. Cut me like one of your animals so you can feel like—”
He swung the knife at the headboard and she clenched her eyes shut, holding her breath. “Like I’m alive,” he said softly, turning and walking to the foot of the bed.
He was… he was cutting her free?
She watched him at her ankle and again he swung the knife, slicing through the binding. “I kill animals to know life. To feel life.”
She fought to breathe and think about what was coming as he moved to her right ankle. He paused and finally turned his burning eyes to her. “To smell it.”
He cut the tie without even looking and Miriam’s adrenalin pumped harder. The more he freed her, the more caged she became. Another prison. The same as be
fore just bigger.
He headed for the last restraint and she felt as if he was about to cut an umbilical cord. Then she’d have to breathe with her own lungs, on her own strength.
“But never taste,” he whispered, lust burning in his gaze until her breaths turned shallow. The giant knife hung at his side, right next to his manhood. The two lethal weapons were terrifying but without a doubt, it was the one between his legs that she fought so hard not to see. It jutted at her like a judgement, a waiting crucifixion that she was destined to suffer.
“W-what… are you doing?” she had to know.
“I’m doing what you demanded. Freeing you. So, you can fight for what you believe in.” He raised the knife and paused. “Fair warning. I play to win. And I always win.”
And she was free. Free and staring at him and him at her. Open challenge in his gaze, waiting for her to make her move. If she ran, he was ready to pounce, or maybe he’d let her, reveling in the chase. If she fought, he was ready for that. Either way she chose, there would be a fight.
Running would buy her time. Could she somehow get to her phone, would she be fast enough?
He made his way to the end of the bed then continued to the door. Her heart thumped in her chest as he opened it, tossed out the knife, and then locked it. He turned, facing her and took hold of his cock at the base. “My body says it’s time.”
She quickly moved to the edge of the bed. “Time for what, to have a logical discussion about this? Make a reasonable compromise?” She fought the shake in her body. “I am so pissed at you right now,” she said, wanting to get back some semblance of the civil relationship they shared. She forced her eyes to remain locked on his to avoid seeing him jack off, but his gaze was its own burning prison now, preying on her very soul. “You should know I am reasonable and can adapt to any situation.”
“I want you to suck my cock,” he said, still slowly making his way to her. “With or without your cooperation. It has to happen.”
She moved to the other side of the bed as the need to run grew with his every step. “Why does it? Why can’t we do this like… normal people?”
He shook his head slowly. “You’re saying you want to date me?”
“Well… well if… I mean…”
“You’re stuttering.”
“I’m thinking. It’s very difficult with you like this.”
“Naked? I know you fantasized about my cock. Is it what you imagined?”
She moved, putting the bed between them. “I never…”
He made tsking noises. “Your lies are building up. Have you no conviction for those? Only convictions for fucking sadists?”
“Not just sadists,” she said, swallowing. “I have to love… two people have to love for that to happen.”
“Says you. In my world, all I have to do is want it. Until I can’t think. Until I can’t sleep. Until I can’t live without it. That’s where I am now. You did a very good job on me. Nobody has ever managed that before.”
“I didn’t… mean to.”
“Neither did I.” He began walking to the front of the bed, like he might come around to her. “But it happened. Without touching me, you touched me. Do you think your God knew this would happen? When he set you up to be right here where you are? Do you think he wanted you to experience my breakthrough? Oh, I think he did,” he said to her head shake. “I think he very much put you right here because he wanted you to join with me.
“I can’t… be unequally yoked with an unbeliever,” she whispered. “Stop,” she warned as he aimed his steps toward her.
“Or what?” he seemed to very much want to know.
“I’ll fight you.”
“You already promised that.” His steps continued.
She moved a little to the right, trying to create more running room on either side of him. “I don’t want to fight you.”
He raised his brows. “Another lie. How easily you throw those around.” He turned the corner, his cock leading the slow charge. “Maybe what I plan to do will be counted as just punishment for your many falsehoods.”
“I want to fight for what I believe in, I don’t want to fight you.”
“Conundrum,” he nodded, getting within lunging distance.
“I want to talk to you, with words.”
“Your body language says otherwise.”
“I don’t live by my flesh,” she all but gasped, slowly side stepping in reverse as he continued closer. “Please. Stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”
His cock literally jumped, and she found herself staring at it, imprisoned by its enormous size and shape. Like her brain needed to study the enemy, figure out its strengths and weaknesses.
“In ten seconds, I’m going to take you down and fuck you on this floor. Or would you prefer the bed? The bathroom? The shower? I’ll have you in every location but I’m letting you pick our first one.”
“Mordecai,” she barely managed, winded with fear and a mix of excited arousal. Her flesh joined his side, leaving her to fight both.
A buzzing sounded, and her heart froze in her chest. “Your phone!” she cried.
“They can leave a message.”
“I-I messaged a friend, they probably tried to call me, I told them if I don’t answer to call you and if you don’t answer to come check on me.”
He shook his head. “More lies. If you’ve done anything with all this resisting, you’ve proven the very worst loyalty to your convictions.”
“You’re the one doing this!”
“So, you’re just a saint until tested, is that it?”
“This is not a test!”
“You’re aroused,” like that made her guilty.
“I’m human. I am imperfect, I fall, it’s why I need God!”
“Even if I believed you—and I think I do—I still have to fuck you.”
“Why?” she pled, right as the phone quit buzzing.
“What’s mine is mine, that’s the rules.”
“W-what? What do you mean? What rules?”
“Group guidelines,” he said, raising two fingers. “Scouts honor. If I fuck you, you’re mine. Nobody can touch you.”
She froze her reversing steps. “What… are you saying, what group?”
He continued forward as she waited, holding her breath. “The three stooges? Weren’t you even listening? Do you think I lie like you do?” He shook his head slowly. “I’m not like you. I respect the rules of logic and the wisdom of law.”
“You’re… doing this… to protect me?” That… was different from rape for pleasure.
“Of course, I am.”
Why did that sound… sadistic? She tried to figure out how it might be, back to moving in a side step reverse. “Why?” she forced the word out.
He suddenly charged her, and she did a quick back step, screaming when she hit the wall. He imprisoned her with both arms on either side of her as she pressed herself into the obstacle behind her. “I’ll knee you in the balls,” she shuddered, “I swear to God I will.”
She turned her face as he leaned in. “Isn’t that punishable by death in your bible? Lying to God? Blaspheming the holy spirit?”
“Why would you protect me, Mordecai?” She needed a reason to have a sliver of faith in him.
“I can’t exactly have you if they take you,” he whispered at her ear before sliding his parted lips along her cheek.
“Take me?” her heart thundered. “W-why, why would they?”
“Aren’t you listening,” he hissed, making her jump. “They are coming for you unless you’re mine. They’re in the early planning stages and it’s my thought that I should let them know the hunt is off because I’ve already claimed you.”
“C-can’t you just… tell them you claimed me?”
“You mean… lie? Like you’re so good at doing?”
“What about… if… I sign something, I can sign a contract.”
“You’re about to do that with your body. Isn’t that how your God sees it? The two joi
ns as one flesh when they fuck? Holy fucking matrimony. That’s what I want.”
“You don’t… you don’t want to join with me.”
He shoved his leg between hers and pinned her to the wall by her throat. She grabbed his wrist with both hands even though he was clearly holding back. “Don’t… tell me what I want. Or need,” he seethed, his breaths unsteady as he pushed his leg methodically into her sex. “I want this.” He pushed harder into her, grunting. “I want your pussy more than I’ve wanted anything in my existence. I want it in every conceivable way I can have it.”
His words stole her breath and she shot a hand out, digging her nails into the hard muscle on his chest. “I’m… I’m more than… a pussy,” she rasped, her heart clenching in her chest until tears filled her eyes.
In seconds his hands cupped her butt and shoved her up the wall. Her eyes were wide in shock when his mouth descended on hers, his final judgement and declaration of war. She pushed against the wall of muscle with both hands but his lips, his tongue, oh God his tongue. How could something so small bring that kind of destruction? With a ravenous hunger, he learned the recesses of her mouth, filling her lungs with his fiery breaths. And his cruel fingers, like a crafty enemy flanking her from behind, dug into her buttocks and forced her, ground her without mercy into his glorious body.
She was drowning. Again. Drowning and unable to think, to remember why drowning was bad, why it wasn’t the most perfect thing to ever happen, why it wasn’t divinity itself.
His mouth left hers and her head lolled to the side as he stormed across her neck. The sucking, the biting, and the heat, they all seared the sacred things shut and opened her deepest desires.
“Mordecai.” She called his name, a shredded cry that brought his mouth back to hers, tasting, eating, consuming.
“Miriam,” he answered, blasting heat into her lungs. He turned and put his back against the wall, sealing her upper body against his with a crushing embrace. She held her breath, listening and feeling his ragged gasps, worrying over the intensity of his hold. His arms loosened a little, sliding up and down her back, over and over, like he was trying to absorb her, devour her with his pores. God, the sounds coming from him were not just sadistic, they were something else. Primal and yet intimate. And before she could give a name to that revelation, his hard fingers gripped her butt and began to grind her against him, his grunts turning more feral as he rekindled the fire between her legs.