Delusive

by Courtney Lane

  I clutched my heart, certain it stopped beating.

  “Minha amada,” Elias cooed, stepping forward again. “Why the long face?” He clucked his tongue and addressed Skylar while keeping his steely gaze on me, “Would you allay my girlfriend’s fears? She seems to think I’m into breaking promises and fucked you while she was sleeping.”

  Skylar hesitated and wrung her hands. The nervous reactions shown through her fingers were severe enough to ensure she couldn't abate the movement.

  “Skylar.” Elias snapped his fingers in her direction, his voice clipped and imperious.

  “N-nothing happened,” she told me, her voice quiet. “He told me to take a shower and to wait for you to wake up.”

  “There”—his grin broadened—“do you feel better about things now, Hanley?”

  I clutched my aching stomach through the material of my corset. The burn of the unknown made me uncomfortable in my own skin. “Look, I understand you’re upset—”

  I hadn’t realized my posture had slumped and my eyes were trained to the floor until he marched forward and jerked my chin up. “I’m not upset at all. I realized I’ve been a little too strict with you. I want you to have what you want. What you lied to me and told me you didn’t want.” He dropped his hands from my face and walked behind me, pressing his firm body against my back. His hands possessively gripped my hips and pulled me fully back against him. “Tonight, I want you to have Skylar.”

  The bottom of the floor dropped out, leaving me feeling as though I was on a roller-coaster, descending a deep decline. “Elias—”

  He put a hand over my mouth and shushed me. “Drop your towel, Sky.”

  With trembling hands, she unfolded her towel and allowed it to fall to the floor. From the natural, perfect curve of her breasts, the inward curving waist and full hips, her body was my perfect ideal. Her beautiful, colorful tattoos were perfectly imprinted into her alabaster skin, adorning her arms, her décolletage, and the side of her torso. Her navel was pierced with a diamond belly ring, and a black barbell pierced her left rose-pink nipple.

  “Do you think she’s beautiful, Hanley?” He slowly dropped his hand from my mouth, slipping it around my neck.

  “Yes,” I croaked.

  He flipped my hair to one shoulder. “Do you want her?”

  “Yes.”

  The sensation of his lips, brushing against my ear made my shudders turn from slight to violent. “Does she make you wet?”

  Even if I had the ability to answer, it became unnecessary. He discovered the answer for himself when he yanked up my skirt and pulled the crotch portion of my panties to the side. The pads of his fingers grazed against my slit, rocking up and down. In response to what he found, he sucked his breath in a controlled manner. His hand firmed its hold on my neck as he teasingly manipulated my sex. Removing his hand, he held up his fingertips, glistening with my arousal. He gestured in the air, beckoning for Skylar.

  Shyly, she walked forward, ensuring Elias could easily touch her.

  He touched her lips, sinking his fingers inside her mouth. “How does she taste?”

  Skylar nodded, looking torn between anxiety and desire.

  “You’re going to eat her pussy, but you’re not allowed to make her come.” He tugged me with him, forcing me to walk backward. The whoosh of the cushions resounded as he sat down. He pulled me down, forcing me to sit between his gaped open legs. He spread my legs widely over the top of his lap and positioned a hand over my throat to keep me in place.

  “On your knees, Skylar. I want you to make her sloppy wet for me.” His command was cold and calm, pulling her to fall on her knees directly in front of me.

  Slowly, her face neared the area between my thighs. She shoved the crotch portion of my panties aside, pinning them to the crease of my thigh, exposing me. Her hot breath made me quiver. When I felt her gentle, warm tongue between the lips of my labia, I unsuccessfully tried to stifle a moan.

  Elias’s hand clenched tightly around my throat, forcing my head to move to the right. His eyes burned into me as he kissed me harshly, punishing my mouth with his teeth and his tongue. Every time Skylar made me whimper, he held my throat a little tighter. Beneath me, I could feel him begin to harden.

  Working his hands deftly between us, he unzipped and unfastened. “Take off her panties,” he said to Skylar, his mouth still at my lips.

  Her delicate hands reached up the sides of my thighs and urged my panties down one leg at a time. He pushed my hips up, centering me over his pulsating cock. He slowly lowered me down until he completely filled me. Reaching forward, he grabbed the back of Skylar’s head and forced her to continue to taste me and held her there.

  His fingers tucked into the top of my corset and yanked it down until my breasts popped free. “Slide that pussy up and down my cock,” he said against my spine as his teeth sank in.

  I began to move, making him lose his grip on the back of Skylar’s head. He slipped back and began to caress one of my breasts. Intermittently, he circled the center with his fingertips to pinch and tug my nipples.

  “Make her taste your pussy,” he growled through strained breaths.

  With my hands tangled in the back of her hair, I pushed her closer to me. I began to bounce on his lap in rapid movements. My hips rocked in angry spurts, fast and hard. Skylar moved away to look up at me. Her mouth was finely glossed with the moisture from my sex. With a sensuous grin, she mouthed, “I want to make you come.”

  Getting over my shock, I bobbed my head, giving her unnecessary permission.

  She grabbed my thighs, digging her nails into my skin. She pressed her mouth on my clit, and her head moved wildly, lapping at my clit less timidly than she had before.

  A pleasurable fire coursed through my veins, making my movements weaken. Elias slipped his hands down my waist. Using my hips as handles, he pumped me full. His harsh strokes made his groin slap against my sex with a brutal force. My back arched and my head rolled back as the dual sensations knocked me out at once.

  I moaned to the ceiling as my body began to quake with a climax on the brink. Sucking and slurping, Skylar clung to my thighs, rocking her tongue over my clit. Moving her head to follow my movements, her mouth chased my clit and began to suck it.

  “Oh…fuck. I’m gonna come,” I cried out. My body seized up as pure electricity rocked me to the core. With a few hard thrusts, Elias groaned and flooded my core with his arousal.

  With my hand in Skylar’s hair, I gently drew her back. She looked up at me with a dreamy smile, silently asking me if she succeeded. I mouthed, “Yes,” in reply.

  Elias pushed me up, slipped out of me, and ordered to Skylar in a growl, “Suck my cum out of her cunt.”

  She didn’t hesitate to obey his request. Tilting forward, she lapped up the mess, cleaning what Elias had left inside me. She opened her mouth and sucked, making me whimper and jerk in Elias’s painful, restraining grasp.

  “That’s enough,” he barked.

  She sat back on her heels, wiping her chin, and looked up at me with her eyes doll-like, seeking approval. Licking her lips, she grinned with self-pleasure as though Elias’s cum was the best meal she’d ever had.

  He pushed me off of him, forcing me to stand on my putty-like legs. He shoved his glistening erection back inside his boxer briefs, leaving his pants undone. He took my hand and Skylar’s, directing us to the bed. She and I laid next to each other as he tucked us in, as though we were his faithful pets.

  “Sweet dreams,” he whispered, kissing my ear. He pulled the sheet up over my shoulder and began to leave. Stopping at the doorway, he turned out the light and closed the door behind his exit, leaving Skylar and me alone in the dark.

  Nothing was said between us. The fear that she would never speak to me again became consuming. She grasped my hand, pulled it underneath her chin and snuggled closer to me, succeeding in eradicating my fears.

  SUNLIGHT UNLEASHED ITS garish light, illuminating the room and making me remember the
events of last night. I opened my eyes and rolled over, met with the face of Skylar staring at me. Her mascara was smeared and her eyeliner was smudged underneath her eyes.

  I gave her a friendly smile and moved my hand up to brush against the soft skin on her face.

  She ejected out of bed, standing on the other side to stare at me in disgust. Her lilac hair appeared grayer in tone and whirled around her face like a curtain, partially shielding her face, red hot with anger.

  I slid up in bed and wiggled my corset back up to cover my breasts. “Is there something wrong?”

  “You had your boyfriend drug me and force me to eat your pussy?” Her words were drawn slow and throaty in tone. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

  Completely befuddled, I vaulted out of bed to stand on the other side. No longer comfortable, even though I was fully clothed, I rearranged my clothes and closed my legs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t drug you. I thought last night was—”

  “Consensual?” she shouted, hurting my eardrums with her screeching. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m not that way, Hanley. I thought you were my friend.”

  “I am your friend.”

  She spit on the ground, repeatedly, while wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Don’t text me. Don’t call me. Don’t even look at me. I don’t know you. I don’t want to know you. You and him deserve each other. Stay the hell away from me.”

  I moved forward and tried to grab her arm. “Sky—”

  She lifted her arm and shook her head. Her fiery azure eyes warned me to leave her alone. She darted around the room, picking up her clothing. After hurriedly putting them on, she left with the slam of the door.

  I chased after her, but I was too late. By the time I opened the front door, all I saw were the taillights of Jaco’s car. I closed the front door and leaned against it.

  I caught a glimpse of Elias in the formal dining room.

  I marched inside, stopping at the head of the table, ready to unleash my furor on him.

  He sat there leisurely drinking coffee and looked at his laptop. “Coffee,” he said more than asked. He continued to look at the bright screen, and not once did he directly acknowledge me.

  I stormed around the table and stopped shy of his position. Reaching over, I clutched the top of his laptop and slammed it closed. “You bastard! You drugged her and you drugged me. You made her do those things to me when she didn’t want to. Was that your idea of punishing me last night? Why can’t you function like a normal person or just leave me the fuck alone?”

  He placed his coffee down on the table and slowly pushed out his chair in order to stand. He looked at something invisible at the other end of the table for a moment. Robotically, his head snapped to me. “That’s not really my style, Hanley,” he stated, his tone and demeanor completely wooden. “What I did do, is save you from an unscrupulous man who dosed your drink with the intention of sticking his cock inside you while you were unconscious. You’re lucky an associate of mine saw you and Skylar and stopped him. After likely having taken her preferred drug of the week, Skylar was slightly high—but nowhere near as under the influence as you were—when she was found. I had nothing to do with what happened to you inside the club, but I am responsible for keeping you safe. To be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if Skylar was to blame for what almost happened to you last night.”

  “Bullshit!” I proclaimed shrilly, pointing a finger in his direction. “I know you had everything to do with it.”

  “Now I’m a liar? Is that right?” He squinted at me, making his eyes barely readable as he slowly paced toward me. “I’m going to give you second chance. Would you like to try again? The way you’ve been addressing me, that is. As it stands, I’m having a hard time finding a reason as to why I should give you the freedom to work at a place that makes you increasingly dress and behave like a whore.”

  With my teeth clenched, I swung, striking his cheek with an open-handed slap. I was beyond done. My fury was all I could see and hold onto. My next steps were quickly plotted out in my head. I'd go home and immediately leave with my father after apologizing to Skylar. Mission be damned.

  I moved to leave but was suddenly left airborne when my waist was grabbed.

  He shoved me against the wall hard. His hands were at my wrists forcing them downward, his body imposed on mine, pinning me against the wall. He shoved my hands behind my back, holding them there with one hand while the other hand wrapped around my throat.

  “Don’t ever raise your hand to me again,” he spat at me, his voice deep and low. “The next time you do, you’ll regret it every time you try to walk or attempt to sit down. I will fuck you and wreck every hole you have with my cock.” He leaned forward, touching his forehead to mine. “And, Hanley, if you ever try to leave me again, I will enter your father’s home, have every single one of my men sodomize him with whatever the fuck they can find in the house, and then…I’ll sink every knife you have in the kitchen into his body and watch him bleed to death.

  “If I’m pissed enough, I’ll make you watch the entire ordeal. He won’t be the only lesson. You have a sister named Holden with a residence in Syracuse, don’t you? I’ve seen pictures of her.” He left the threat to my sister unsaid. It wasn’t necessary for him to continue; the look on his face horrified me and told me exactly how ruthless he would be toward her. His fingers tightened around my neck, restraining my swallow. “I don’t care if she was or still is a Fed. No one is untouchable to me.

  “If you’re thinking you or anyone else can stop me, you’re very wrong. Look at me and tell me if you see a man who has, would, and will kill with very little remorse.” After breaking me apart with his words and what was concealed in his eyes, he released me with a slam.

  In his eyes, I could see it clearly—he meant every word of his threats. The truth took a hold of my anger and siphoned the very life from it. I fell to the floor in a heap. If he knew about my sister’s job, he had to know the truth about me and why I was here…didn’t he?

  My screams of frustration became quiet sobs.

  “Minha amada,” he called, his voice gentle and soft, “that really isn’t necessary. Believe me, I don’t want to do those things and you can stop them from happening. Come here.” He reached his hand down to help me stand. “Have coffee with me, and I’ll give you an opportunity to state your case. If you can be convincing, I’ll let you go to work today.”

  I couldn’t believe he would say such disgusting things, threaten my family as if he was ordering a fast food meal, and expect me to go on with our day as if nothing was out of the ordinary. The man was sicker than I thought.

  I swept the tears from my face while staring at his extended hand. I shook my head, declining his help. “I’m not afraid of you.”

  Laughing in a stilted manner, he crouched down to meet me while searching my eyes and holding strong to the sick smile on his face. “That’s very interesting. Earlier—many times actually—you’ve stated that I scare you.” He ran a finger up my trembling arm with a deepening smile. “Your mouth lies, but your body can’t.”

  “There is a difference between being scared of someone’s effect on your mind and heart, and being fearful of their actions toward you. Only one of those things is true for me.”

  As he rubbed at the corners of his mouth, his smile began to fade. He went down on his knees and spread my legs, sitting on his heels between them. His hands palmed the wall just beside and above the level of my head. Glaring down at me, he rasped, “You…are a serious problem for me.”

  Matching his height, I twisted my legs around and sat back on my heels. “Because I refuse to give into everything you tell me to do and keep my head down and say nothing to offend you while you can say the sickest shit ever to me?”

  “No.” His eyes flickered when they searched mine. “There are many reasons. The largest one? You’re not afraid of dying.”

  My chin fell to my chest; the patterned tile was easier to focus on
than him.

  “Most, when faced with threats from a man they know means everything he says, turn very pliable. Not because they want to save the ones they love, but because they know a man who is capable of killing their family members won’t hesitate to kill them next.” With his palm on my neck, he forced my head to tilt, ensuring I looked directly into his eyes. “Self-preservation is the twin to compliance.”

  “I’m not another one of your Brazilian supermodels, some drug addicted client, or a goon who wronged you,” I snapped.

  “I’m very fucking clear on who you are,” he stated with a husky growl. His hand drew down my neck and traced my collarbone before settling at the crease between my breasts. “You fight and you pretend, but the reason you haven’t walked out of that door and stayed away is clear: You’re like a self-harming caged animal who is unable to survive in this world without the thing you think you hate most. The thing you think is toxic. The thing you think is a danger to this…” He fingered the top of my left breast, eliciting a different type of chill from my body. Where at once it might’ve been a barrage of negative emotions, now it was desire. It was wrong, dirty, and depraved. Nothing I felt about him made sense anymore, nor was it something I could self-direct or suppress. Opening his palm, he cupped my breast and pressed in, intending to feel my heartbeat and making the need for him equate to embers on my skin. “I’m inside of you, aren’t I?”

  I did the two things that annoyed him the most—ignored him and looked away.

  Roughly, he grabbed my thighs, lifted me, and pulled me toward him to straddle his lap with a brawny force. He grasped my chin, pinching it, and jerked my head until I met his eye contact.

  “What do you want from me?” I squawked, teetering on the precipice of reason.

  “I want you.” His tone softened as his hands slipped down my back and under my skirt. I gasped when I felt the warmth of his hands on my naked ass. “I want you to stop thinking you can ever leave me. No matter what you do, or where you go, you will never be able to hide from me. Every time you run, I will chase you down, punish you, and make sure you understand that here with me is the safest place for you.” Sinking his hand into the crease of my ass, he found my sex and began to manipulate me in a way that threatened my need to rediscover my anger. “Now,” he cooed, rocking his hand up and down my slit, “explain to me why I should allow you to go to work.”