Target This

by Lily White

  She nodded and I stepped forward, inserting the device to watch her body jump and quiver from the sensation.

  With amused eyes, I looked at her. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  Leaving the room without giving her the chance to respond, the latch on the door clicked quietly behind me. Rounding the corner, I wasn’t surprised when the unmistakable sound of Sarah’s heels quickly joined me.

  “How long do you plan on leaving her there?”

  “For as long as it takes. She shouldn’t have been up here. Did she see the detective?”

  “I think so.” Speaking her apologetic words, she folded her arms behind her back while continuing to walk at my side.

  I stopped short of the exit door, placing my palm on the handle when a thought came to me. Despite having a way to escape, Autumn continued to endure my abuse because there was something that scared her more than I could. Frustration rattled through me and I thought quickly, devising a way to pull true fear from my beautiful girl. I knew I was evil for doing it, I knew that it would shatter Autumn’s psyche to put her through what I was going to order, but I couldn’t stop myself. I had to see what her naked fear, her fear without the overlying blanket of rebellion, would look like.

  “Is your toy hooded?”

  “He is now.” She answered with a knowing grin.

  “Introduce him to Autumn without letting him see her or know who she is. Let Autumn see him, however.”

  Her smile widened. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  Stepping forward, but stopping again, I remembered one other thing. “Sarah, do me a favor and disappear for a few days after tonight. Work remotely if you want. I want some time with Autumn alone.”

  I didn’t give her time to respond before finally pushing down on the handle and leaving the third floor to take the stairs down to the basement. I wanted to see what my rabbit looked like when she faced with her worst fear: the fear of being locked away for a crime she didn’t commit.

  Autumn

  It was horrifying. The sight of my body bound and left hanging in such a sexual way. From every angle, I could see myself. There was nowhere to look that I didn’t have to watch my body swing idly in the center of the mirrored room. My face was red from crying and my body shook with my sobs. The straps of the swing dug into my skin, and my muscles ached from being stuck in one position.

  The soft buzz of the vibrator filled the room. The muscles of my core gripped around it and a familiar explosion began to build in my body. Purposefully, I would slow down my breathing and I would try to focus on anything but the device he’d placed inside me. It was torture, my body wanting to break apart, to let go and find release, while my mind was paralyzed in fear of the repercussions.

  Every so often, my eyes would become heavy from my tears. However, despite the horror in which I was encased, I wouldn’t allow them to close. He’d told me not to. I was left fighting every bodily reaction I had to what he’d done to me, and I was forced to watch myself go through it.

  Eventually, my thoughts ran over the past days I’d spent with Lucas. I was terrified of him, but mesmerized at the same time. When he walked into a room, I never knew what he was going to say or do and it left me breathless at times. Power clung to him and darkness lurked behind it. All of the evil that he’d committed was enclosed within a body that was physically perfect: a strong smooth chest and muscular arms, shoulders that were broad. And atop that sat the most beautiful face I’d ever seen. His eyes shone like they produced their own light. His presence felt like it would crush you – take you over until there was nothing you could focus on but him.

  Tears flowed again when I realized that I was still attracted to him regardless of his beautiful cruelty. Shame enveloped me. What the hell was wrong with me that I would still crave the affection of a man who abused me? Why did I still reach out for him when I knew that his touch could hurt? Why did I allow his comforting touch to soothe me and why did I allow his body to burn my skin when he forced himself inside?

  In some odd way, I blamed myself for where I was now trapped. I was exhausted, mentally and physically and it was as if my mind had stopped functioning normally at some point in the madhouse. Without realizing it fully, I slipped down a tunnel where all I could think and I could see was what he’d intended for me.

  I deserved this. I knew I shouldn’t climb to the third floor, and on the way up, I searched for any type of door that would lead me to the first or second. It didn’t take long for me to realize that the staircase only had one exit that spit me directly into the belly of Lucas’ gauntlet.

  When I first entered, I tried desperately to find the way back out, but the halls all looked the same. Within three turns, I was lost, unable to find the exit either into the house or back out to the staircase that led outside. The layout was confusing, disorienting.

  “That’s right handsome, lick my cunt. Show me how much you want me …”

  The voice had confused me at first. Soft and broken due to the distance, it sounded like a woman, but I couldn’t be sure I’d heard the words correctly. Continuing forward I allowed my curiosity to overtake me. Logically, I knew to stay away, to keep searching for an escape, so that I wouldn’t be discovered.

  “Ah! Yes, my little pet, right there – god, you are such a good boy!”

  I was close enough by then to have heard the words. I clearly recognized Sarah’s voice. Turning down another hall, my logical mind caught up with me and I realized that I needed to move away and return to my search for an exit. However, it felt like with every new hall, I only grew closer to her.

  “You lucky little bitch! Would you like to fuck me as well? What makes you think you deserve it?”

  A man groaned in response to Sarah’s words and within another two turns, I could see his feet. Pressed up against a wall, my eyes widened to see black leather shoes with slate grey dress slacks bunched around them. Bent legs protruded from the slacks and I could tell that it was a man kneeling. His legs were shackled and a chain led away, higher, where I comprehended his torso had to have been in his position. A loud slap of leather against skin and he groaned again.

  “Don’t cry my handsome man. If you are real good, I’ll let you eat me again. Make me come baby and I’ll let you climb on for a ride…”

  Another slap and another groan. I heard her heels. Another slap and the man cried out this time.

  “Oh dear. I think I may have drawn blood…” Her tinkling laughter could be heard before the next slap. “So sorry, pet…”

  Frozen. I was frozen in place, too afraid to move and risk making a sound that would announce my presence. When I could hear the approaching clicks of her heels, my mind screamed at me to run, to get out of sight. However, my body wouldn’t listen. It wasn’t until she peeked out of that room, it wasn’t until I saw the hazel color of her eyes that I finally backed away.

  I’d been caught.

  It must have been Sarah that told Lucas I was on the floor. I wanted to tear her apart for it, but I remembered that she was just another pawn in Lucas’ game. Another woman enchanted by him enough that she ran his entire life. She worked day in and day out for him. She dealt with his moods, she saw to his muses. I wondered if she wasn’t just another victim to the dark man I now called my Master. Tears erupted again, and as I cried, I noticed a tap at the door. My eyes spun in its direction to watch the devil herself walk through.

  “Well, well, don’t you look stunning? I take it this was Lucas’ punishment for exploring.”

  “Sarah, please leave … I don’t want to be seen like this.” Even though my words were broken up from what the vibrator continued to do to me, I couldn’t contain their rage. I wanted to yell at her, to call her every fucking name I could think of, but I knew it wouldn’t do any good. Sarah had the upper hand, she always did.

  “Aww. That’s a shame. You’re not enjoying it. Well, like I said, you look amazing tied up like that. A girl like you really should flaunt her body more. Yo
u have curves in all the right places. I doubt you even have to work hard for that figure, unlike some of us.”

  Out of habit, my eyes started to close so that I could hide in some way from the shame and embarrassment her presence was creating in me. However, Lucas’ instructions screamed in my head and I kept them open with tears slipping down my cheeks.

  “Tell you what. You look absolutely miserable and I want to have some fun. I have my playmate with me today and I could introduce the two of you. It might be fun. I mean, you are both locked into the gauntlet already, it might be nice to meet someone who’s going through the same thing as you.”

  “I don’t want to meet him.” With quivering lips, I spoke those shaky words immediately. Dread crawled along my spine and I blinked back the tears that wouldn’t stop.

  Walking forward, she smiled what could only be described as a cherubic grin. Outwardly, she appeared so sincere, a beautiful woman that could never hurt a fly – but it was the true observer who saw her for what she was. Buried behind kind eyes was the glint of a sadistic soul, a woman who could make you believe she was your best friend, while leading you blindly into her painful snare.

  “Well, that’s just too bad, because I know he would thoroughly enjoy meeting you.” Another flash of a brilliant smile and she walked up until she was standing a foot in front of me. Her eyes looked over my body slowly and my skin prickled to be so exposed.

  “You really are something else. Lucas outdid himself this time.” Her eyes met mine again. “Which is perfect really, because I have an obedient man who I feel needs to be rewarded. I’ll just go get him.”

  “Sarah – stop! No, please, don’t do this. I don’t want this…”

  Turning back, she stared me down when she asked, “Are you sure, dear? I could just find a way to get Lucas to force you away from the house. He listens to me, you know.” A wicked grin revealed the brilliant white of her teeth. “Or, of course, if I just wanted to speed things along, I could bring my pet in without his hood. You might know him. Detective Marx?” Evil dripped from her upturned lips. “Wouldn’t that just make things convenient?”

  My body shook violently as fear shot along my nerves. “What? No … How?”

  It was like my brain had been reduced to mush, only capable of formulating one-syllable words. She had to be lying. There was no way she’d brought that man into this house. There was no way she could have made him her pet so easily.

  Pride shining from her expression, she looked over her nails as she explained, “Well, the ‘how’ is actually pretty simple. Men in his position - the kind who have to look at horrible crimes day in and day out, they tend to get a little down on life. It’s not the type of job you can leave at the office. The pictures, the circumstances, the events – all those things can make your life an absolute nightmare. So, I followed him to a bar last night, waited for him to have three or four drinks in him before I approached. Sure, he was hesitant at first, but the strategic positioning of my hand on his thigh helped open his mind to the possibility. So lonely – that one. Adam really does have it hard. However, I took him home and after one experience with me, one small taste of what it’s like to let go and just be pleasured, he was mine. His soul is rather carnal and maybe that’s what attracted him to his career. He needed a woman like me, one who could help him explore a dark part of himself in a way that was safe.”

  Fuck what Lucas wanted. My eyes clenched together as I tried to escape the reality of what Sarah was about to do.

  “So, because he’s been such a good boy, I’d like to reward him. With you! However, here’s the thing. I’m going to keep him masked so he doesn’t know it’s you. That would be tragic if he discovered you’ve been hiding out here the whole time. Therefore, you’re going to have to be very quiet for me, okay? Not a peep from those lips.” Her quick burst of laughter was cruel. “Well, I guess a moan couldn’t hurt.”

  Her smile faded as her lips formed an ‘o’ when she remembered something. A light tinkling of laughter sounded and she reached out to remove the vibrator from my cunt. “Guess you won’t be needing this. I think it would get in the way of Adam’s cock, don’t you?”

  My body bucked forward when she removed it and my head fell back in relief when it was finally gone.

  Stepping towards the door, she stopped suddenly to turn back and ask, “Are you willing to do this, Autumn? Would you like to meet him?”

  My lashes fell heavily over my eyes and I had to fight to reopen them and face what I was about to do.

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl.” She winked before exiting the room. When she returned, the bottom dropped out beneath me and my jaw dropped to see the virile man who stood before me.

  Over his head was a leather mask that covered his eyes, but left the bottom half of his face exposed. I recognized the cut of his jaw, the way his cheeks appeared to dip in and darken from the dark stubble on his skin. His body was perfectly defined with muscles that ran along his arms, over his chest, the six pack that led down into a perfect V in his abdomen over narrow hips. There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t rock solid. When I allowed my eyes to finally venture south, I found that he was sexually aroused.

  “Now, my beautiful boy, I’m going to allow you to fuck another one of my slaves. I’m going to keep your eyes covered because I want you to imagine that it’s me. I want to see firsthand what it looks like when we are together, how beautiful our union can be. But, I can’t do that while I’m part of the fun, now can I?”

  His expression beneath the mask didn’t seem to move. He stood straight, his shoulders pulled back and every ounce of power I’d noted about him before was still present like a veil around him.

  Every muscle in my body was frozen in fear of what he would do if he somehow saw that it was me in the swing. However, regardless of that terror, I found myself getting excited just looking at him. I’d already been tortured in my arousal by Lucas and now, my brain fought with my body over the reaction to Detective Marx. I couldn’t help myself. I’d always been attracted to him – to something about him – and for as much as I should hate what we were about to do, I craved it even more.

  She walked him forward, careful to keep him from tripping over his own feet due to his lack of sight. From where I was positioned, I was able to watch the way his entire body flexed with his movement. His chest, his legs, his ass – they all had marks across the skin with small wisps of blood that trailed down. A cool breeze seemed like it developed from out of nowhere and it brushed across me, showing me how wet I’d become.

  Sarah’s eyes held mine as she approached with him and she smiled, obviously proud of what was about to occur.

  “On your knees, pet. I want you to taste this gorgeous girl before taking her for a spin.”

  He did as he was told, his large body lowering to kneel before me. Sarah grabbed his hands and brought them out to rest on my thighs. “No worries, she’s perfectly secured in place, so that you can enjoy yourself.”

  Obediently, he trailed his lips along the inside of my thigh, kissing and nipping my skin as he worked his way up. My head fell back and I started to tremble, the anticipation of his hot mouth covering me, driving my nerves into an absolute frenzy. When his mouth finally reached the apex between my thighs, I cried out, forcing myself to shut up quickly because I was so afraid he would recognize my voice.

  It was the most erotic experience of my life. A man kissing and licking me; who, in truth, I didn’t know and who didn’t know me. It was two strangers coupled in the throes of an intimate act, an act meant for nothing more than the pleasure it could provide. His tongue circled around my clit and I cried out again, desperate to calm my body so that I wouldn’t get caught. Images of his steel grey eyes flashed through my memory, the way I knew he could look at me like he was looking right through me. My head shook slightly as I bit down on my lip to force myself to remain silent. Sarah chuckled at the sight.

  Stripping her attention from what the detective was doing to
me, she moved to a sidewall, opening a disguised closet and pulling out a thick leather strap. When she approached again she motioned for me to open my mouth so she could insert it. Bending down so that her mouth was to my ear, she whispered, “There, baby girl, that should help you not give yourself away.”

  I wanted to hate her, but all I could feel was gratitude at that moment. Biting down hard, I luxuriated in the feel of his tongue slipping along the slick skin to dip inside me. Once he had found my taste and once he’d discovered how wet I’d become, he was like an animal, pushing his face in between my legs, violently devouring me as I hung there completely silent and without the ability to move.

  Bringing my head up, my eyes caught the site of our two bodies in the mirror and I lost myself to the erotic scene. My head swam, my body quivered. I was lost to not only my desire, but also his.

  “That’s enough, pet. We don’t want to finish her off without you getting your turn.” After she pulled his head back by his hair, I saw my juices glistening over his stubbled chin and I groaned in complaint from having lost his contact.

  Sarah grinned as she assisted him to stand. Placing her hand on his ass, she pushed him forward until he was positioned in front of me. She moved his hands so that one found my breast while the other cupped my ass. His hands were warm and when they squeezed the sensitive skin in their palms, the tremors that raked across my body were a threat of my impending orgasm.

  Grabbing his cock, she pulled him in position and then with her other hand over his ass, pushed him fully inside. My mouth fell open, but I bit down again so that I wouldn’t lose the strap. His strokes were unhurried at first, pulling out and pushing in again slowly, his mouth falling open slightly as if he was in a trance. Eventually, his restraint lessened and he began to power into me.

  Finding the straps of the swing, he stood perfectly still as he swung me back and forth over him. My body bucked and sweat broke out over my skin. The cold air of the room rushed between us and when my body began to split, when my logical mind froze and I became lost to the brilliant storm of my climax, I screamed. The leather strap fell to the floor and I lost myself to the moment, completely forgetting about Sarah’s presence in the room. Suddenly, his rough hands were on my ass and his cock pounded into me until he too found his release, filling me completely.