by Vi Carter
“No.” My hands tremble as I take the black material away from my face. I don’t think but place it over his eyes, he doesn’t stop me as I reach up on the tip of my toes and tie the blindfold at the back of his head. The smell of his cologne has my stomach tightening. It will be a smell I will never forget–with it will come a form of pain and so much pleasure. Warmth floods my body as I return to my feet. Power courses through my veins as he stands in front of me and waits. I wasn’t sure how to proceed.
“Sit on the bed.” My voice sounds rocky and I start to question myself. His movements have me pushing the doubt aside as I find my way to the bed and touch the top of his head. I allow my fingers to sink in before descending to my knees. Saliva pools in my mouth and moisture gathers between my legs. Pushing down his jacket, he helps me but doesn’t speak. I wish I could see him. Licking my lips I start to unbutton his shirt until I have it open. His skin is warm as my hands roam across his wide chest. Muscles tighten and twitch under my touch. The tremble in my hands grow as I reach his trousers and open the belt and zipper, before slipping my hand in. He groans the moment I touch him and lies back on the bed. I rise higher as I continue to stroke him. I’ve no idea what I’m doing, but from his heavy breathing, I’m doing something right. My core tightens and twitches, my nipples grow hard as they push against my shirt and I tighten my hold on him.
“Take off your trousers.” I need more access. I’m not sure if I’m impressed or terrified when he does as I command. Sitting back on the bed, my hands roam his naked body as his large hands sink into my hair, his fingers tighten on the strands and he pulls. Pain burns my scalp and I try to pull away, but the pain only gets worse. I hiss and stop fighting it, my mouth brushes his meaty cock and he pushes my head down on it. I open my mouth and take all of it. Moving my mouth up and down, his hold on my hair loosens as he groans. When I pause, his fist grips my hair again and he forces my mouth down, I am losing control of the situation; he is gaining it back. I need to make the rules here, not him. My hand leaves his thigh and touches his balls as I take him deeper into my mouth. He loosens his hold as I continue to suck and lick, making my way slowly to the outside of his shaft. My other hand pushes his chest like he had done to me before and he lies back releasing my hair. I don’t linger and stand up removing all my clothes. I am really going to do this. I touch his knees and feel him tighten under my palms. Dragging my hands up his legs, I climb on top of him. Looking down, I can only make out his outline but I bend down until my lips are touching his ear. His erection jerks against my stomach and all my nerve’s spark.
“I’m going to remove the blindfold, but keep your eyes closed.”
He raises his head slightly, giving me access to remove it. My fingers trail across his closed eyes, down his strong jawline, and to his chest. Lifting myself, I reach back and place his cock at my opening. I push down letting it dip inside me, we both groan but I don’t go any deeper. I want to, but I also want to see how much control I can gain from this. I push my chest against him, my nipples hardening as they rub against his solid chest.
“Give me your hands.” I hold the blind fold and when I touch his joined large hands in front of me, I bind them. “Keep them behind your head.” They vanish and I sit back pushing down on his cock, it widens me, and I push down a bit more and don’t stop until he fills me. I feel like I’ll snap, he’s so big, but I take all of him as I move back up and find a rhythm. My fingers flutter across my clitoris and I groan with pleasure. I push up and release him from me before moving beside him on the bed. I lick my own excitement off him and he juts his cock out, pushing it deeper into my mouth, I allow him this small movement as I lick and suck, each time he moans or groans it causes more wetness to pool between my legs. I want him back inside me, but I also want to see how long he will lie still for me. A salty taste enters my mouth.
“Cara, I’m going to come.” His words are hoarse and I stop licking. He moves.
“Stay where you are.” His hands grip my arm and I find myself on my back. He removed the binds.
“I can’t.” Rough hands touch my thighs as he spreads them apart. His cock is at my entry. I slam my legs closed stopping him and he pushes them open again. I am losing control. Panic starts to grow inside me and I rise quickly and shove his chest with a lot of force.
“Lie down.”
He growls but does as I say. I know I don’t have much time with him so I climb on top, not wanting to lose this bit of power. I rise and fall slowly, but my own need starts to grow. Gerald’s large hands grip my ass as he helps me move up and down, the force of his hands spread my cheeks apart too.
“Faster.” His growl has my core tightening and I move faster, slamming myself down on top of him before rising again. Sweat drips between my bare breasts and I move faster, my own pleasure heightening. Gerald releases my ass, but it doesn’t break my rhythm as I move faster. His fingers tighten around my hard nipples and with sparks turning to flames inside me, I was going to come. He’s pounding into me, the sound of our flesh slapping together along with our mingled breaths has me coming all over his cock, crying out my release his hands take my hips where he moves me up and down on his cock until he comes inside me, his warm liquid filling me.
I don’t move as I fight for air. Sweat makes a pathway down my spine. He starts to stir under me and I’m ready to move but he sits up and holds my arms keeping me in place. His breath mingles with mine and once again I wish I could see him. There is now a familiarity in his touch and that causes a lump in my throat. His hands roam up and down my arms leaving goose bumps in its wake.
“Tell me your name.” I lick my dry lips as I speak.
“Why?” His question brushes my face and I close my eyes.
There is power in knowing someone’s name, or maybe I just wanted to know who I was sleeping with. Who bought me? Who was still inside me? Was this Gerald? Was he the one who had hurt Wendy? His name would give me something.
“I’m just curious.” I settle on.
His hands leave my arms and go to my hips. I can sense his hesitation, but he withdraws from me and moves me aside before getting off the bed. Pulling my knees to my chest, I focus on the rustle of clothes as he gets dressed. I want to demand his name now. I feel like I’m losing control. Having it even for a short while made the situation feel different and I wanted that feeling back.
“My name is Cara.” I swallow and draw my brows down after saying it. I didn’t think saying my name would feel this way. But it does. I didn’t feel like Cara anymore. Cara who took care of her drunk father, who went to work every day to pay the bills. Cara who reads and loved castles. Cara, the virgin.
“I already know your name.” His response irritates me.
“I know but now I’m giving that information up freely.” Not because you bought me, I want to add, but don’t push it.
There is silence and I sit in it for so long I think he might be gone, movement to the left of the bed has my gaze flickering there.
“My name is Gerald.”
I can’t stop the smile that grows across my face. I know he can’t see me, but it’s such a small victory. Biting my lip, I search the darkness again but he doesn’t move or say anymore and I wonder again if he’s still here. A soft click comes to my right and I stare at it.
“Gerald?” I question, pulling the quilt around my naked body before stepping out of the bed. The room is flooded in light and I close my eyes before slowly opening them and letting them adjust to the harshness of the light.
The room is empty. He’s gone.
***
The next day in the club, I dance with a renewed energy. Last night I slept well for the first time in forever.
“Girl, how many coffees have you had?” Candy asks the moment I come down off the stage. I grin. “I don’t drink coffee.”
“Blasphemy.” I continue to smile at her pretend outrage. “You seem … different,” she says looking at me from the corner of her eye.
“I’m ju
st starting to get used to this.” I shrug, hating the guilt and uncertainty that swirls in my stomach.
We walk together into the changing room. B is out back with Wendy. Thankfully, today they aren’t fighting.
When Wendy sees Candy, she clicks her fingers while smiling. “What was the girl’s name who had the false teeth?”
Wendy grins and I sit down in one of the chairs, twirling to face the mirror.
“Claire,” Wendy says before Candy can think. They all burst out laughing and I turn in the chair to face them.
I’m surprised when Wendy fills me in. “Claire danced with us for like a week. But one of the days we were all in the back just talking and having a joke. I can’t even remember what about.”
“I do. It was your cat,” B says pointing a long pink nail at Wendy.
“Don‘t start about my cat again.” Wendy doesn’t sound mad, but she rolls her eyes.
“Anyway she was laughing so hard she bent over and her false teeth popped right out of her mouth and slid across the floor.” Wendy laughs and it’s a nice sound. I find myself smiling at them.
“We all just went silent. I was like what the actual fuck.” B chimes in.
Candy starts to roar laughing. “I never would have thought she had false teeth. I mean, she was pretty. But, that wasn’t the worst part.”
Now they are all laughing at the memory, I soak up their laughter.
“The dirty bitch walked right up to her own teeth and put them back in her mouth.”
Their laughter becomes infectious and I can’t stop the laughter that bubbles up to my throat.
“She hardly walked up to someone else’s teeth and put them in her mouth. Unless there is something you want to tell us.” Wendy fires back at Candy.
Candy makes her teeth more prominent and everyone laughs again.
“I think I actually threw up a bit in my mouth that day,” B says wiping tears from the corner of her eyes. “She was rotten.” The laughter dies down to giggles.
“So what was the story about the cat?” I ask and Candy winks at me.
“There is nothing wrong with my pussy.” Wendy faces the mirror with a twinkle in her eye, knowing she opened the door to a different topic. The girls joke and laugh about Wendy’s privates and it’s nice just to sit and listen. Everything dies down as Linda arrives and we slowly trickle out onto the floor. I can sense her staring at me, but I don’t look up. I don’t want my good mood to flee. This is the best I have felt since coming to this place. Actually, this is the best I’ve felt in a very long time.
I haven’t danced on the center stage yet, I’m still practicing on one of the smaller stages. I know I have only a short time left before I’ll be returned to my room. It’s always fairly dead when I arrive. I’m starting to wonder what this place must be like when it’s filled with people. Taking the pole in my hand, I start to dance. It’s not sexy, I’m just swinging around the pole, having fun. As I move around the pole, I count five men in total. Most of them sitting back in their chairs, either being served drinks or watching Wendy who steps onto the main stage. She’s powerful in how she moves. I’ve never seen anyone move like her. It’s such a shame that it has taken her to such a dark place.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
HIM
My skin feels tight across my bones. I remove my jacket and place it on the back of the chair.
“Are you okay?”
I try not to react to Linda’s sudden appearance, but honestly, I hadn’t even heard her come into the library. I was so caught up in my own discomfort that I didn’t hear her.
“Yes. Why?” I sit back in the chair and attempt to look relaxed, but I don’t think I succeed.
“I knocked, but you didn’t answer. You look like you’ve a lot on your mind.”
“Thanks for the concern but I’m fine.” I clear my throat as I open my laptop. “Is that all?” I don’t look up at her and the click of her heels on the wooden floor has me glancing up as she leaves. The moment the door is closed, I push down the flap of my laptop.
“My name is Cara.” I had no idea why she told me her name, or why it was bothering me so much. I don’t know why I told her my name. Scratching my neck doesn’t stop the itch that burns under my skin. I pull off my tie and throw it on the desk. I needed to get my head back in the game. My phone rings. Anger laces through my veins as Jake’s name flashes across the screen. I hang up and throw the phone on the desk.
“My name is Cara.” Her voice is spinning around in my head. I shouldn’t have allowed her to blindfold me, but no one had ever done that to me. I had never felt that way when someone touched me.
Jake’s name lights up the screen again, and this time I answer the phone.
“What do you want Jake?” I wasn’t in the mood for him. He probably wanted money, or he was just trying to wriggle his way back in.
“I need your help.”
“You have something that belongs to me,” I say. I wanted Mickey’s body back.
“Yeah I promise I will. But, I need you to come to the forest.”
I’m sitting up and he has my attention. There is something in his voice that has a fist tightening around my chest. A long time ago, he had asked me to come to the forest too. I had to help him bury my grandfather’s great Dane, that he had shot by accident. I often wondered if he was telling me the truth.
“I’m on my way.” I’m ready to hang up.
“Thanks Gerald.”
I curse him, knowing whatever I’m walking into isn’t good. I try not to let my mind conjure up crazy thoughts as I pull on my jacket and put my phone in my pocket.
***
I kneel down as I stare at Ger before running my hands across my face. Rising, I look to Jake for some reasonable explanation as to why Ger is dead. He’s told me twice that he can explain, but I haven’t heard his explanation yet.
“I’m waiting.”
Jake wipes his nose and some of the blood that’s splattered on his face spreads further. Removing a white napkin from the inside of my jacket, I step around Ger and hand it to Jake.
“I thought I told you to leave.”
Jake takes the napkin, but doesn’t wipe his face. “I did. I mean I was just searching the forest one last time.”
“It’s always one last time with you.” I glance at Ger. From this angle I can see the right side of her head is bashed in. Scanning the forest floor, I can’t see a weapon, and Jake isn’t holding anything.
“I didn’t think anyone would be here. You have tape up everywhere for people to keep out. So I thought I would take a look.”
“And what she appeared in the forest?” I say.
“Yeah she did. She was fucking waiting for me. She started screaming…” He trails off and points at her body.
“So you killed her?”
“You killed Mickey because you didn’t like what he wore.” His remark has me clenching my fists.
Jake starts to clean the blood off his face.
“Where’s Mickey’s body?”
He stops wiping himself and looks at me. I can see a smile in his eyes. “Help me get rid of her first and then I’ll tell you.”
“Killing you would be easier. You do know that.” I hadn’t brought my gun, but if I had I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t be burying two bodies instead of one.
“You wouldn’t do that. I know you.”
No, you don’t. He had no idea of my capabilities.
“Tell me where Mickey’s body is and I’ll help you with this mess.” I point at Ger, her head still seeping blood.
It was broad daylight. I glance around the forest, feeling aware of our surroundings now. Hopefully the tape kept everyone else out.
“Fine. I buried him over here.” He doesn’t move.
“I want to see.”
Jake hesitates but eventually he walks a few paces away from where Mickey had been originally buried.
“The grave looks too small,” I say kicking leaves and twigs off a small patch of ground
.
“Yeah, I was too tired to dig a large one.”
I glare at Jake.
He grins. “So I cut him up.”
“What did you use?”
“Don’t worry. I disposed of it.”
I take a step towards Jake. “How?” This wasn’t happening. He was a liability.
“I threw the chainsaw in the river.”
“Stop talking,” I say. All I want to do right now is kill him, and I don’t have a gun.
“What did you use to kill her?”
Jake walks back to Ger’s body and passes it, moving behind a tree. He reappears with a golf club.
“Why did you have that?”
“Protection. It’s a good thing I had it too.” The end of it is smothered in blood as he swings it up until it rests on his shoulder. The smile is back in his eyes and I’m beginning to think that I’ve underestimated Jake.
We bury Ger not far from Mickey. Now I had two bodies I needed to move. Jake hasn’t released the golf club, maybe he senses that I want it so I can kill him. I didn’t see any other way out of this.
“I’ll get rid of this.” Jake holds up the golf club to me.
I nod. “Don’t forget to burn your clothes.”
“Thanks, man.” He grins at me as he walks backwards. “You’re my alibi if this all goes south?”
“Sure,” I lie and he turns around and jogs out of the forest. I don’t leave as I look at the fresh clay and wonder what I’ve gotten myself in for. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I ring Linda and start walking back towards the castle. After ringing her three times and getting no answer, I start to worry. I dial the club, and Simon answers.
“Is Linda there?” I ask as I enter my private quarters. I loved this suit, and now I’d have to burn it.
“No, she left earlier and she hasn’t returned.” Linda had never missed a day of work. I hang up and strip before getting into the shower. Why would Linda not be at work? She had come earlier to the library but she hadn’t said what had brought her there.