Malt Me (Liquor Cabinet Series #1)

by D. L. Gallie

  Against my will my nipples pucker; I hate that my nipples are so sensitive. He then grabs his cock and starts rubbing it in between my breasts. Pushing my breasts together, he starts to fuck them, thrusting back and forth while painfully squeezing and pushing them together.

  Scrunching my eyes closed tighter, as I can’t stand to see his face, it’s not long until I feel the first spray of his cum hit my chin. Shaking my head from side to side, I try to move but I can’t. He has me pinned to the bed; he keeps pounding between my breasts until he completely empties his load.

  Once he has finished, he leans forward and licks me clean. He laps every last bit of cum off me, and then licks up my neck; I groan and shudder in disgust. He mistakes this as a pleasurable sound. “Does my, lil’ Sweetcheeks like that?”

  “Not fucking likely,” I spit though clenched teeth.

  He licks across my chin again and I turn my face away. He roughly grasps my chin so I am looking into his eyes; I try and scrunch them shut tight. He growls, “Open those baby blues, bitch, I want to see the look in them when I fuck your sweet pussy, over and over again.”

  Opening my eyes, I hiss, “My eyes are green, asshole.”

  He slaps my face and I start to cry. Something snaps inside of me and I completely lose it: thrashing and screaming, kicking my tied legs, as more and more tears pour down my face. “Let me go, argh. You fucking asshole, let me go. I hate your fucking guts!”

  Clint stands up, glares down at me, and laughs like a maniac before turning around and walking out.

  Leaving me alone.

  Naked.

  Strapped to the bed…again.

  The tears have subsided, and I’m lying here staring at the off white ceiling. I notice a spider scamper along. I wish I could scurry away like him. Closing my eyes, I pray that they will find me soon, because I don’t know if I can survive this again. This time I have the little squids to think about, it’s in this moment that I start to panic; the squids.

  The door handle rattling jolts me and I freeze, Clint pushes the door open and has a sick smile on his face, “Hey, my beautiful Sweetcheeks.”

  Turning my head, I look to the wall, as I can’t stand the sight of him anymore. I pray for death, again. I’m not strong enough to handle anymore. I pray with all that I have that he will find me soon.

  “Cat got your tongue?”

  Staring at the wall, I continue to ignore him. I feel the bed dip, he forcefully grips my face and so I am looking directly at him.

  WHACK, he slaps me hard across the face. My cheek stinging, he suddenly he jumps on top of me. I try to move my head so I don’t have to look at him, but he digs his fingers in deeper, holding me still. Bending down he licks along my jawbone and bites my lip. Then he shoves his tongue in my mouth and I start to gag. I can feel the bile rising and I can’t hold it in. I vomit while his tongue is still in my mouth.

  Clint pulls back quickly; he spits at me and backhands me across the face. WHACK “You fucking sick bitch.” WHACK, “How dare you vomit at me!” WHACK

  When he’s finished hitting me, he proceeds to lick the vomit off my face. I can feel him getting hard while he is licking me clean, and I start to cry.

  Turning my head towards the wall, I cry: uncontrollable sobs overtake my body. Staring at a brown smudge on the wall, I start thinking about the precious cargo that I am carrying, my lil’ squids. It’s in this moment that I realise I will survive this. Jordan’s mantra pops into my head and I keep repeating it; “I’m Mackenzie “Kenzie” McRoberts nee Merlot. I’m strong and hot, and I’m not afraid.”

  With that thought, something snaps inside of me and I tell myself to stop crying, pull up my big girl undies, if I was wearing any, and figure this out. Taking a deep breath, I decide that I need to come up with a plan to get out of here. I need to do it quickly, but I’m so exhausted, I doze off to sleep.

  I wake up with a fright when I feel someone touching me. Hoping that it’s Jordan here to rescue me, my eyes flicker open and unfortunately I see Clint. He reaches forward, brushing a few strands of hair off my face. “Sorry to scare you, Sweetcheeks.” Pausing, he smiles. “You are so beautiful when you sleep.”

  Taking a deep breath, I think to myself, this is it.

  Plastering on a fake smile, I put on an Oscar winning performance, and I act like I’m in love with him. Smiling up at him I say with a giggle, “Thanks, I think, but watching me sleep is kinda creepy.”

  “It’s not creepy when it’s the person that loves you the most in this world staring at you.” I think to myself, it’s now or never.

  “You love me? Still?” I whisper.

  “Yes, Sweetcheeks. I’ve never stopped loving you, and now that you are carrying our babies, I love you even more.”

  My eyes go wide, how does he know that I am pregnant? Apart from the doctors and Jordan, no one else knows. Starting to panic again. I really need to get out of here, and now.

  He gently caresses my face. “Sweetcheeks, the whole time I was locked away, I imagined this moment right here. Well, without the restraints, and that’s why I had to get out of there. My cousin helped smuggle me out, and I’ve been hiding with her, watching you, and waiting for my chance.”

  Interrupting him I hesitantly ask, “So why don’t you take them off? How can I show you how much you mean to me, if I can’t touch you?” I choke this out and am proud of myself, as it actually sounds convincing.

  “You’re just saying that.” He jumps off the bed and starts pacing.

  “No, why would I lie to you? I’ve had time to think about it and… and I don’t want to be anywhere else.” I struggle to get the next part out, “The babies and I need you, Clint.” Inwardly, I say, sorry squids, I promise, Mummy will protect you.

  He snaps his head back to me, staring into my eyes, “You mean it?”

  “Yyyy…yessss” I stutter.

  “First I need to get rid of loverboy to make sure that he doesn’t ruin it for us again, and then there will be nothing in our way.”

  In shock at what he said, I stare up at him. “Www…what?”

  “You heard me, I’m going to take out loverboy, so we can live happily ever after together in this cabin with our babies.”

  My mind starts racing and over and over in my head, I repeat, no…no…no… I need to think of something and quickly. I didn’t anticipate how fucked up Clint now is, he seems to be more cuckoo than last time.

  My mind is racing as I try and think of what I used to call him when we were together. “Clint!” I shout. He turns and looks at me, like a lightning strike out of nowhere I remember. “Baby, let’s not think of him. He means nothing to me now that I am here with you. Let’s just me and you start over again.”

  He reaches down and strokes my face; I lean into his hand and turn my head to place a soft kiss on his palm. Willing myself to cry, “Clint, baby I’m sorry.” Miraculously a tear falls. “I’m so, so sorry for everything I put you through.” I pretend to sob.

  He squishes me, stroking my hair and whispers, “Shhhh, it’s alright, Sweetcheeks. You’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

  “Clint, baby, can you please untie me, so you can hold me properly? I need to be in your arms.” He lifts himself up and looks down at me. I smile at him and pray to God that he is falling for this. He leans over and loosens the rope. Sighing in relief, I quickly sit up, rubbing my wrists before I wrap my arms around him. I sigh, “It feels so good to be in your arms again, baby, please forgive me for everything.”

  “Sweetcheeks, I could never stay mad at you.” He kisses me, I hold my eyes closed tightly and kiss him back. Pushing back, I rest my forehead against his, closing my eyes, I whisper. “Thank you, Clint.” I pull back and look deeply into his eyes; I take a deep breath and kiss him, again. Coaxing his mouth open, I slip my tongue in, sliding it around and around; I moan in disgust, but he takes it as a pleasurable moan and increases the kiss, crushing me tighter to his body. I feel his heart rate increase. It’s in th
is moment that I know I have him; my freedom is not far away.

  As I pull back, I graze my teeth over his bottom lip and suck on it before releasing. Tenderly, I place my hand on his cheek and with my thumb I rub along has jaw line, “Clint, do you think I could take a shower? I want to make myself beautiful for you.” Lowering my head, I look down my body before shyly looking back up at him. “I look like a mess right now.”

  He lifts my chin and sweetly replies, “Sure, Sweetcheeks, anything for you, but I still think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I even have new clothes for you,” he proudly declares while smiling at me.

  “You’re so thoughtful, baby.” I put my arms around his waist and snuggle into him. I shudder, which makes him hold me in closer to him.

  Clint pulls away and bends towards my feet to loosen and remove the ropes. He sees the red marks around my ankles and he gasps in shock. “Sweetcheeks, I’m so sorry that I did this to you. I promise to make it up to you.”

  Reaching out for him, I gently rub his arm. “You can make it up to me by letting me have a shower.”

  “Okay, Sweetcheeks. I’ll go and get the water hot for you, and I will come back when it’s ready.”

  Smiling sweetly at him. “Thanks, baby, you’re awesome.”

  He turns around and heads to the bathroom. Taking a deep breath I keep repeating to myself, “I can do this.”

  This shower is the best shower I have ever had. I stand under the showerhead until the water runs cold, not just because it feels great but because I don’t want to be near Clint. Just before I get out, I start to doubt that I can do this. Do I have the stomach to do what I need to get out of here? Subconsciously, I rub my stomach and by doing that, it is the reminder that I do have the strength to do anything that I need to survive.

  As I’m drying my stomach, lost in thought, I don’t notice Clint walk into the bathroom. “You are so beautiful, I can’t wait to make more babies with you.”

  I try to hold back the shock on my face, but I obviously do a terrible job, because in that moment Clint looks inquisitively at me, “Are you okay, Mackenzie?”

  Sighing, I reply, “Just tired, baby, growing babies is hard work. Do you think we could get something to eat, once I’m dressed?”

  Looking to the counter I see a bra, undies, and a purple maxi dress; he remembers that purple is my favourite colour. Smiling as I slide the dress over my head, I walk towards Clint and grab his hand, entwining our fingers together. “Thank you for my beautiful dress, and it’s purple too. You’re so thoughtful.”

  Pulling me, he then leads us through the room and we head towards the kitchen. When we reach it, I turn towards Clint and say, “Let me cook you dinner tonight, it’s the least I can do for my man.” I smile sweetly at him.

  He looks sad and whispers, “I don’t have anything here, Sweetcheeks.”

  Eagerly I reply, “Well, let’s go into town. I can collect the things the make your favourite, Risotto Napolitana and chocolate self-saucing pudding for dessert. We could even stop and have a coffee while we are out, just like we used to.” I smile and anxiously await his reply.

  “Okay, Sweetcheeks. Let me grab a shower and then we can go.” He kisses me on the cheek before leaving me in the kitchen and goes to have his shower.

  Holding my breath until I hear the water running, I then let out a huge sigh with relief, I can’t believe he is falling for this.

  While he is in the shower, I look around for anything that might help me. Sitting, on the corner of the kitchen counter, I see his phone; I quickly grab it. Scooting round the edge of the bench, I check to make sure he is still in the shower. Unlocking the screen, I check to make sure the location tracker is turned on and I quickly type a text to Jordan.

  Clint – help me

  Once it sends, I quickly delete it and hope to hell that Jordan understands what I mean.

  Just as I’m sliding his phone back onto the bench, he comes into the room. Quickly I turn to face him and with a super fake smile, I say, “Hey, handsome, ready to go shopping together?”

  “I guess so, I hate shopping.”

  “Well, why don’t you wait in the car while I duck in and get what we need?” I smile, and hope he says yes.

  “I’m not letting you out of my sight, Sweetcheeks,” he growls.

  I guess he still doesn’t completely trust me yet, but to keep up the rouse I say, “Okay then, lets go.” Clutching his hand, I lead us towards the front door…and my possible freedom.

  After getting the phone call from Officer Kincaid, I throw on my jeans and a t-shirt and race to the hospital. When I get to the hospital, I notice that there are four police cars here. Swiftly I park my Jeep and race inside.

  Officer Hamilton is standing by the nurses’ station and when she sees me running down the hall, she starts walking towards me. I know it’s a hospital and I shouldn’t be running but I don’t give a shit right at this moment, Kenz is gone, again.

  I failed to protect her, again.

  Slowing down, as I get closer to her, I breathlessly pant, “Any news? Have you found her?” Struggling to breathe I think, man, I’m unfit.

  “There’s no news yet, Jordan, but Kincaid is current looking at the surveillance footage. The nurses last checked on Mackenzie at 11.25 p.m., according to her chart. They went in to do the 5:00 a.m. obs before shift change, and that’s when they realised she was missing. Security did a quick sweep, and when they could not find her, they immediately called us. Once we got here and were brought up to speed, Kincaid called you, while I called in extra help.”

  Shaking my head, I stare at Officer Hamilton in shock, “How the fuck did this happen?” Leaning against the wall closest to me, I slide down; resting my elbows on my knees, shaking my head mumbling to myself, “Not again, poor Kenz.”

  A lone tear falls down my face, as soon as I start to think about Kenz and the babies, it sparks something inside of me. I wipe my face and immediately jump up, “Right, what do we do? I need to find my wife and know that her and our squids are okay.”

  Officer Hamilton firmly says, “You don’t do anything. I’m sorry, Jordan, but you cannot be involved in this. We need to do it by the book, so we can get him locked away for a very long time.”

  “Fuck that!” I shout, “There is no way I am just going to sit around, while some psycho asshole has my wife.”

  “Jordan, I want to find Kenzie safe as well. Listen to me when I tell you this; you need to go home. Let me do my job. I can’t be worrying about you too, Kenzie needs all my focus right now.”

  Taking a deep breath, I calm myself down. I know she is right but I can’t sit around and not do anything. Throwing my hands in the air, I concede, “Okay, fine. I’ll go home and wait but you keep me updated on what’s happening.”

  “Jordan, I’ll keep you updated, as best as I can. Right at the moment, I need to concentrate on finding Kenzie, that is my top priority.”

  Standing up, I say, “Thank you.” Turning to walk away, I see

  Officer Kincaid coming towards us.

  “I’ve viewed the footage, and it looks like Clint took her around 3:00 a.m. He wheeled her outside and loaded her into a yellow car, at this stage we can’t make out the model. I’ve called the station and I’m getting them to check cameras around here to gauge which direction he went. We should have an idea within the next thirty minutes.”

  I’m holding my breath, as I listen to Kincaid speak; all I register is that Clint who took her. He was dressed as a doctor, yellow car and driving off. As it sinks in that he has her again, I slump down the wall once again, shaking my head in frustration.

  Officer Hamilton tells me that they will do everything to get her back safely. I growl, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, this guy is deranged. I don’t believe for a second that he won’t hurt her. Please just find her.” With that, I stand up and walk away, before either of them has a chance to reply.

  As I wait for the elevator, I repeatedly punch the button t
o make it get here quicker; eventually it arrives and I jump in. Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I dial Mike, he picks up on the second ring. “What’s up, asshat?”

  “Kenz is gone. That fucker took her from her hospital bed earlier this morning. The police won’t let me help, but I’m not sitting around. That’s my wife and babies.”

  Before I can finish Mike interrupts, “Whatever you need, I’m there, dude. Kenz is family and you know that I would do anything for family.” The lift doors open and I race to my car.

  “I’m just leaving the hospital, I’ll be at your place in ten.”

  Getting into my car, I throw it into gear and haul ass to Mike’s place in record time. When I get there, De-Niece is there too. She jumps up and gives me a hug, but it doesn’t feel genuine. “I’m so sorry Jor.”

  I think it’s weird that she calls me Jor, the only person to do that is Kenz, but I shrug it off. “Thanks, D.”

  Mike walks down the hall. “Okay, asshat, what’s the plan?”

  Shaking my head, I sigh, as I really don’t know where to begin. “To tell you the truth, I have no fucking idea; some husband I am.” Standing up, I take a few steps before turning to face Mike. “It’s probably a long shot but I’m going to head to where he had her last time. He’s unhinged enough that he would do that, fucking sick bastard that he is.”

  De-Niece yells, “He’s not unhinged!”

  Turning my head to look towards her, my blood boiling at her reply. “What? Are you fucking kidding me?” I spit. “He has just kidnapped Kenz, for the second fucking time. How is that not unhinged?”

  With a confused look on her face, she stammers, “What I mean is he…he…he’s in love. If he loves her as much as he seems to, then I don’t think he’s going to hurt her.”

  Shaking my head, I reply, “I hope you’re right.” I look towards Mike. “Okay, let’s go.”

  De-Niece says, “Sorry, I can’t go as I have work, and I’ve only just started.” Truthfully I don’t give a shit about her, but Mike walks over to her and places a gentle kiss on her forehead.