Defy Me

by Gracelyn LeGrand

  “Um, I’m wiping…”

  “Oh, okay,” he said, still blocking the door.

  I flushed the toilet and pulled my pants back up.

  “Is it okay if I wash my hands?” I asked him.

  He grabbed onto the crook of my arm and escorted me to the sink where I washed up. The moment I was done, he marched me back over to the bed, grabbed his duct tape, and tied me back up exactly the way I was. I debated fighting him, but I knew he had an arsenal of weapons hidden around the room. I knew he was a mastermind and had everything figured out. And I knew he’d probably kill me before he let me escape out that door.

  CHAPTER 15

  “Now, Molly,” he said as he looked me sternly in the eyes. “I’m going to untie you so you can shower and get ready.”

  It had been at least 8 hours since I’d last been able to get up and move around. He’d fed me another meal, fast food cheeseburgers and fries, and groped me again in that time span. My living nightmare hadn’t evolved to anything better or worse just yet. I knew it was only the beginning.

  He reached down on the ground and pulled up a suitcase of stuff. I recognized the suitcase. It was mine. From home.

  “Where’d you get that?” I asked him.

  “Your closet,” he said, matter-of-factly.

  He threw it on the bed and unzipped it. I recognized everything in there. It was like he just took a crapshoot of clothes from my drawers and closet and threw it all in there. I also recognized all my toiletries in the mesh toiletry section. He was like he’d just grabbed everything or cleared off my bathroom counters and tossed it all in there.

  As fucked up as it was, it felt good in that moment to have those comforts of home. They gave me hope, a hope that eventually I could return there and my life would be normal again. I just had to survive for now.

  He moved the suitcase over to the bathroom and kicked it in, sliding it across the floor. He strutted back over to the bed, whipped out his trusty knife, and cut the tape around my wrists. He grabbed me by the arm once again and escorted me to the bathroom.

  “Leave the door open,” he said.

  “I can’t shower in privacy?” I retorted.

  He said nothing as he grabbed onto a chair and pulled it in front of the bathroom door. He really wasn’t going to let me out of his sight, not even for one minute.

  It was degrading to say the least, but I followed his orders. I stripped my clothes off as he watched, and I flipped the shower on. Steam soon filled the air, and I stepped inside. I let the water drip down me, washing me clean, giving me a fresh start, and making me feel human again, if only for a few minutes.

  I grabbed a bottle of the motel shampoo and lathered up my long, blonde hair. Normally I’d travel with my own shampoo and conditioner, and I’d complain about how horrible this stuff was, but in that moment, it just felt good to have clean hair. That was all that mattered.

  I took the bar of soap and ran it over every square inch of my body. I massaged it into my calves, my stomach, and my breasts. I ran it over my face, my neck, and my ears as well. Every place that Blaze had kissed me or bitten me, was then washed clean.

  “You about done in there?” he called after just a few minutes.

  “Just getting started,” I called back.

  I could hear him huffing and puffing. He probably didn’t like the fact that I was “free” in that moment. He didn’t like me to be unrestrained. He didn’t trust me enough yet. I wondered if I could gain his trust if he’d give me a few more liberties and let me roam free.

  I had taken drama classes in high school. I knew I could act. If I had to save my life, I would do it. I would pretend to see things his way. I would pretend to love him. I would agree with everything he said. It was my only way, and I knew it. If I kept opposing him, he would just treat me worse and worse.

  Men liked him liked to control women like me. I was going to let him control me if that’s what it was going to take. I needed to make him trust me or better yet, believe me. It wasn’t going to be easy, but I knew I could do it.

  I emerged from the shower dripping wet and lingered in front of him for a bit before drying off. I did it all on purpose, of course, as I knew he was watching my every move still. I grabbed some motel lotion from near the sink and began massaging it into my skin, rubbing my breasts and ass as sensually as I could.

  From the corner of my eye, I could see him readjusting himself and repositioning himself in the chair. I knew I was turning him on. My little plan was working.

  “Getting a little hot and bothered there,” I said as I turned to him and winked.

  He said nothing as he was probably wondering where the hell this new Molly was coming from.

  I leaned down into my suitcase and rifled through the underwear he’d packed. From the looks of it, it appeared he’d thrown in my nicest, sexiest stuff from my good lingerie drawer. Some of that stuff I hadn’t worn since I was with Jeremy.

  “Hm,” I said as I rifled through it. “Pink or black?”

  I held up two pairs of lacy panties and let him decide.

  “Pink or black?” I asked him. He was definitely caught off guard, and I loved that.

  “Black,” he said as he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

  I slipped them on as sexily as I possibly could as he took it all in. I purposely left my bra off while I applied my makeup and did my hair. He watched me the whole entire time, never once leaving my sight.

  When I was all done up, I turned towards him and walked right up to his lap. I slowly lowered myself onto my knees, rubbing my body against his as much as possible, and started working on his belt buckle.

  I sure as fuck didn’t want to fuck him, but I’d suck his cock if it got me in his good graces.

  “What’s this?” he asked with a coy smile.

  I said nothing as I grabbed his hardening cock out of his pants and pulled it to my mouth. I licked and twirled my tongue around it, sucking hard on the head. I heard him moan as he threw his head back and let his arms drop to his side.

  I took the whole thing in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down, cupping his balls, and massaging the shaft.

  “Fuck, Molly,” he moaned. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

  I moaned a little, giving him a bit of a hummer, and continued sucking. I could tell he was trying to make himself last longer than usual. I was sure it was on purpose, but I didn’t care. I was going to keep playing his little game and focusing on my end goal.

  After several long minutes, I could tell he was getting close. I could feel him trying to fight it, so I rubbed my breasts up against him and reached my free hand up to massage his rippled chest.

  “Oh, Molly,” he moaned again. “Ahh.”

  I moaned harder, hoping the vibrations from my mouth would be all that was needed to send him over the edge. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

  Soon I could feel him pulsing and three quick shoots later, his cum was dripping down the back of my throat. I swallowed it all at once, then sat up and planted the fakest smile I possibly could on my face. I wanted him to think I enjoyed it, even though truthfully I felt dirty, disgusting, and revolted in that moment.

  “What was that about?” he asked as he shoved his cock back in his pants and zipped up.

  “I don’t know,” I said with a fake, coy tone. “As crazy as you are sometimes, I guess I just can’t resist you. We have this amazing chemistry, you and me.”

  I was lying through my teeth and praying to God that he’d believe me.

  He stood up and came face to face with me, planting a hard kiss on my mouth. I hoped things weren’t going to progress from there, but I was fairly certain he was drained in more than one aspect of the word, so I figured I was safe.

  He nodded back over to the bed.

  “You really have to tie me up again?” I asked. I was in shock.

  “For now,” he said.

  I played along with his psychotic little game and threw myself
back over on the bed, completely forgetting that I was in nothing but my black, lace panties.

  “Can I get dressed at least?” I asked.

  “What for?” he asked with a devilish grin. “I like looking at you.”

  I laid on the bed as he maneuvered my arms and wrapped my wrists with tape again, securing each arm to a bed post. My breasts were fully exposed, and I’m sure he was enjoying every minute of it.

  Maybe my surprise blow job hadn’t worked that quickly, but I knew it was a step in the right direction as long as I could keep my mouth shut a bit longer. I had to do whatever it took to stay on his good side.

  “I’m going to go jump in the shower now,” he said. “Don’t go anywhere.”

  He stood there, hands on his hips like he’d just shot a prize buck, and stared at my mostly naked body before strutting off to the bathroom.

  He, too, left the door open while he got ready, probably so he could hear if anything crazy was going on outside the bathroom.

  I laid there, in the mostly dark room. The T.V. wasn’t on and the silence was almost deafening.

  Five short minutes later, he emerged with a towel around his waist and his hair dripping wet. I hoped to God it wasn’t going to be a repeat of the night before. I was in a prime position for the taking, that is, if he really wanted to take me.

  To my surprise, he flung his towel off and slipped on a clean pair of boxers followed by a ripped up pair of jeans and a v-neck t-shirt. His standard uniform.

  I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that I didn’t have to fuck him, but I did wonder what we were going to do. Knowing him, he had something up his sleeve.

  He plopped down on the bed next to me, the smell of his soap and aftershave filling the room, and he kept his hands off me. I was in shock.

  “So what’s the plan for the rest of the night?” I asked. “You just going to leave me all tied up here forever?”

  He seemed a little agitated that I was asking questions, and he turned the volume up on the T.V.

  “Blaze,” I said. “Hey.”

  He turned towards me and sighed.

  “If you want this to work, you have to at least untie me. I want to be comfortable. It’s really hard to like you when you have me tied up like this,” I hoped I was making an ounce of sense to him, but it was hard to tell.

  “If I untie you, don’t do anything stupid,” he said. “Or you’ll really, really regret it.”

  “I know,” I said as my heart began to flutter with excitement. We were making progress. Finally.

  “I’m serious, Molly,” he said. “You throw one wrench into my plan and you’re done.”

  I wondered what he meant by “done”, but I knew I was better off not even asking. I was pretty sure I already knew what he meant anyway.

  “Molly, I need you to give me your word,” he said.

  “I promise, Blaze,” I said with the most sincere smile I could muster. “I’m not going anywhere. You went to all this trouble bringing me here. I just want to see if we can make this work.”

  “We WILL make this work,” he said as he looked at me with crazy eyes.

  He pulled his knife from his pocket once again and cut me free. I massaged my wrists and shook them a bit to try to get some of the feeling back. Then, as much as I hated to, I curled up next to him, the way a girlfriend would do.

  He slipped his arm down around me.

  “I’m cold,” I said as I snuggled in close. I also hoped it’d remind him that I was still pretty much naked, but I was sure he knew.

  He channel surfed a bit, passing several shows I would’ve loved to have watched, and he eventually settled on some biker documentary.

  “How real is that stuff?” I asked.

  “Real,” he said. “This is a documentary.”

  “I’m sure you’ve seen some pretty fucked up things, huh?” I asked.

  “Yep,” he replied, never taking his eyes off the screen.

  “What’s the worst thing you’ve ever seen?” I didn’t know why I was asking that. I guess I was trying to get him to open up a bit more.

  “Can you stop talking for one second?” he seemed annoyed at me.

  I instantly zipped my lips. Annoying him was the last thing I wanted to do. I’d already come so far in just a few short hours.

  We finished watching the biker documentary in complete silence. He stood up off the bed for a second and stretched. I glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside table and saw that it was almost nine o’clock at night. That entire day had vanished in almost an instant.

  “Wow, almost time for bed,” I remarked as I stretched my arms up and yawned.

  Blaze let out a laugh and ran his fingers through his hair. “Oh, no.”

  “No, what?” I asked. I was confused.

  “The night is young, baby,” he said with a smirk. “We’re going out. I’m introducing you to the gang.”

  “I thought we weren’t quite there yet,” I said, still confused. “Don’t you want to wait to introduce me until we figure out what we are?”

  “Oh, we’re there,” he said as he looked me up and down. “The decision’s been made.”

  He wasn’t making any sense. I don’t know how you can declare someone your Old Lady when she didn’t even want to be your Old Lady, but regardless, I played along.

  “Oh, okay,” I said. “I guess you’re right.”

  “Go get dressed,” he said as he pointed towards the bathroom where my suitcase was still lying open on the floor. “Pick out something sexy. I want to show you off tonight.”

  The naïve me loved that he wanted to show me off, but the logical me was utterly creeped out by it. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t normal.

  I sauntered up with a smile on my face and made my way to the bathroom. I slipped on a pair of tight, dark skinny jeans and a low cut tank top covered in shiny sequins. I touched up my makeup, applying a shade of red to my lips, and fluffed up my hair. He had thrown in my tallest pair of nude pumps, so I slipped those on as well.

  “Looking good,” he said with a grin as he stood in the doorway of the bathroom watching me. He was always fucking watching me.

  “Thanks,” I said as I spritzed on some perfume. “I just want the guys to be jealous of you.”

  Those words made me sick to say, but I had to play his twisted little game.

  “Oh, yeah, they will,” he agreed. “Believe me. They’re all going to want a piece of you.”

  His words struck me as a bit bizarre, but I brushed them off.

  CHAPTER 16

  I followed him out to his truck, his arm clenched onto my arm the entire time, and he forced me to sit in the backseat. He said it was for my own safety, but I knew better. There were no doors back there. No doors meant I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to. I played dumb and went along with it.

  A short drive across town brought us back to the scene of the crime – the bar across from the motel where we first met.

  “Look familiar?” he asked as he pulled up and slammed the truck in park.

  I looked at the faded and cracked brick exterior and the line of bikes parked up and down the sides of the building. I cringed. This was where I made the worst decision of my life. The decision that brought me back here against my will.

  “Oh, yeah,” I said. I forced myself to sound chipper. “This is where we met. How sweet.”

  He climbed out of the truck, flipped the back seat forward and let me out, immediately grabbing my arm the moment my feet touched the ground.

  “Remember,” he murmured into my ear. “Don’t do anything stupid. Stick with me the entire night. I don’t want you out of my sight. You’re my girl. I want them to know that.”

  “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry,” I said as I tried my hardest to reassure him. I knew, though, that if I had the chance to flee or ask for help, I was going to take it no matter what.

  We walked into the bar and were greeted with clouds of cigarette smoke and music booming from speakers in every corner of the
place. I could barely think straight, it was so loud.

  I glanced around to see nothing but a sea of black leather jackets with “Hell’s Highway MC” embroidered across the backs. This must have been Blaze’s club.

  He jerked me by the arm and led me to a booth in the corner, pushing me in so I was trapped between him and the wall. I wasn’t going anywhere.

  “I have to pee,” I said as we sat down.

  “Are you fucking serious?” he asked. “We just got here. What is it with you and that bladder?”