My belly growled. The last thing I’d had was one of the protein shakes. I hated those and he kept feeding them to me.
I couldn’t keep track of the time but I must have been in here for a few days. I stood again, stretching my arms over my head, twisting from side to side, moving into a yoga sequence I knew well, but after about five minutes, I gave up and sat down, my eyes hot again with tears. It wasn’t working. Nothing was working.
The darkness was driving me mad.
Pulling my feet up from the floor, I scooted back to the corner so I could lean against the wall. I sat like this for a long time until that little bit of light from the window and the sliver of it beneath the door disappeared and the room was pitch black. I hugged the blanket to myself, no longer able to not take stock of things. Weight like a brick lay heavy in my belly, and I rubbed my palms over my face, my eyes. This was sick. What was happening to me, what he was doing to me was wrong. Sick. My wanting him in spite of that though, that was the sickest of all. I’d read those books where kidnap victims became emotionally attached to their captors and before this, before Lake, I thought I understood it. It made sense to me, as awful and unbelievable as it sounded to any sane, normal person. But now, now that it was me, now that he had me here in this dark room without running water, without even a toilet, coming in, using me, fucking me or feeding me, and my waiting for the next time the door would open and he’d return, it was that that made me truly understand, know what it meant not only with my mind but in every fiber of my being.
I felt, in one word, hopeless, but at the same time, his presence, his simply being here with me, would call things up, would make me feel things I shouldn’t feel, I didn’t understand. And as much as I wanted to hate him, to try to fight or at least resist, I wanted more for him to return. I wanted to hear the key in the lock. I wanted him to talk to me, even if it was a one-word command. Even if it was an order to get the strap. I wanted him. I needed him.
Without thinking, I reached over and switched on the lamp by the bed. I needed to cover my eyes for a minute, but once they had adjusted, I sat back again and waited, my eyes on the door, my heart in my throat. I waited for him, the strap hanging on the wall an omen in my periphery, but even that I didn’t care about. At least he’d be here then.
But when, after I don’t know how long, I heard a loud click and the room was plunged into darkness again, I jumped to my feet, hugging the blanket around me, running to hide in the darkest corner of the room. I listened to the sound of Lake’s heavy boots coming up the front steps, the slight sound of the key in the lock louder than Manhattan traffic at rush hour. The door opened and there he stood, a flashlight in his hand, the residual light of it letting me see the hard look on his face, reminding me when the light shone in my direction to reach up, fingers scrambling to pull the blindfold back down over my eyes.
He made some low sound of disapproval and slammed the door shut behind him. I pushed my back into the wall, my knees already bending into a squat as he approached, my one hand still on the blindfold, the other clutching the blanket to me.
“You wanted me to come, Lily?” he asked, closing his hand over my arm and hauling me to my feet. “Well, here I am. Let’s have some fun.”
“No, Lake!”
He pulled me toward the bed, stripping me of the blanket as he did.
“I’m sorry! I just…”
“Bad girl,” he said, tugging the blindfold off my face and tossing me face down onto the bed without any effort at all. “This what you want?” he asked, hauling me higher on the bed and taking the strap from the wall. “You miss me? You want some attention?”
I fought him, trying to get away even though, really, that was what I wanted. I wanted his attention. And I was getting it.
“Please, Lake. I’m sorry.”
He pulled me up then, bringing his face inches from mine. “Actions speak louder than words,” he said, the light of the flashlight he’d set on the dresser illuminating our corner so I could see his dark eyes boring into mine. “I’m going to teach you now once and for all to do as you’re told.”
I had no words; my mouth was dry, my body trembling as I looked into his eyes, knowing I was getting what I wanted and some sick part of me, even knowing what would come, still wanted it.
“No bonds. Go ahead and fight. I think you need this,” he said, rolling me over onto my belly, his knee digging into my low back as the strap came down hard across my bottom.
He wailed on my ass. I screamed and fought, kicking my legs, flailing my arms, needing the fight more than I realized. He kept on with the strap, though, putting me back in place when I’d manage to get far enough away, not speaking while he strapped me, his breathing as ragged as mine as we fought until, finally spent, I stopped and reached up to take hold of a rung on the headboard and surrendered to it. I dug my nails into my palms when he moved his knee from my back and delivered the final strokes, fast and hard in one line, leaving my ass on fire before the strap hit the floor. The weight of the bed shifted as Lake knelt behind me, between my legs, his fingers gripping my hips to drag them upward.
“You’re fucking wet, Lily,” he said after closing his hand over my sex. With that, he drove hard into my pussy, making me suck in a breath and arch my back up to him. With his cock buried deep inside me, he laid his torso over my back and gripped a handful of hair, dragging my head up and back, his face so close to mine that his sweat dripped down my cheek. “I think you like this. I think you like having your ass strapped hard.”
I shook my head. “No. Lake, I need…”
“I know what you need,” he said, tugging my hair harder before pulling out of my cunt and this time, slowly pushing in again. “You need a good, hard ass fucking again, don’t you?”
I shook my head no, but it was a weak effort. His hand in my hair hurt but I lifted my hips higher, wanting him to fuck me, any part of me.
“You shake your head no,” he began, releasing my hair and straightening, pulling his cock out of my pussy. “But look at you.”
Two fingers drove hard into my ass causing me to call out in a raspy cry. He dipped his cock one more time into my wet cunt, pumping his fingers twice into my ass as he did before removing them and lining the head of his cock against the tight passage.
“Please, Sir.”
But what was I begging for? I wanted this. I wanted him inside me, inside my ass. I wanted him to punish me, to make me come, to wear me out, to stay with me and finally, to hold me when it was done.
He didn’t speak again. Instead, without any gentleness, he pushed his cock into my ass, forcing it to stretch too far too fast, hurting me as he pulled out a little and thrust again, seating himself fully within three strokes, holding there while I breathed hard, pushing against him, willing my body to adjust, to open. I slid one hand down between my legs and he didn’t stop me when I closed my fingers over my clit, the tips brushing against his balls as I rubbed, the muscles relaxing a little as pain and pleasure mixed and Lake began to fuck me.
He fucked me hard, he hurt me, made me cry out, but it wasn’t wholly pain. And I came. I came with this thick cock stretching, spearing my ass ruthlessly, my hand soaked with my own juices until finally, I felt him swell within me. He thrust twice more, hard, his own sounds desperate and wild until his cock pulsed within the contracting walls of my ass, filling me to overflowing before we collapsed, his heavy weight on top of me, my hand still clutching my cunt, his cock still inside my ass.
* * *
Depriving her of sight was much more arousing than he’d ever anticipated, and he kept her blind far longer than he’d planned. He knew he couldn’t resist her long, but he’d tried to distract himself long enough in the house to put together the bug-out pack he knew they’d need soon. He even pulled open the ammo case, and the gun safe — knowing he’d need all the firepower they could carry. But not even thoughts of impending death could keep him from looking toward where she lay, could keep him from gazing out the windo
w at the guest quarters.
Finally, unable to resist any more, his cock an iron bar in his jeans, he went back out to her. She’d been half-asleep, but, at his grunted command, she’d lifted her hips, her cheek against her pillow. As he’d slid into Lily’s wet heat, her long moan had been half fear, half lust. He’d taken her without a single word, a slap to her still-pink bottom, his only acknowledgment of the enjoyment of her body, the plundering of her charms.
Between visits to let her drink some water, to make her eat from his fingers, and trips to the bathroom, he’d left her in that room, alone, naked, bound, and blindfolded.
She was learning.
That night, he pulled her to her knees with a fistful of her hair, presenting the aching hard erection to her soft lips, and uttered the first word he’d allowed her in almost twelve hours.
“Suck.”
Yes, Lily was learning indeed.
Chapter 14
Naked, he left me on my knees in the dark room on the hard, cold floor, want between my legs, his taste in my mouth after I’d swallowed what he’d shot down my throat. He’d said one word to me, exactly one word, and I’d knelt before him and opened my mouth like a good girl, and done as I was told: I sucked. I sucked his cock as if I were starving, and, in a way, I was.
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been here. He’d fed me a few times but I couldn’t keep track.
He wouldn’t talk to me, not unless uttering commands to suck or get on all fours constituted conversation. I clambered to my feet and lay back down on the bed.
In a way, being here, in this room, gave me a sense of security. It was ridiculous, but as long as he kept me here, kept me in darkness and fully dependent on him, in a way, I belonged to him, and I was safe. I stopped thinking about everything else. None of it mattered in here, and it was, strangely, a relief.
I ate when he fed me, I sucked when he put his cock in my mouth, and I lifted my ass to him when he fucked me. I felt raw from the fucking but my cunt dripped for him, clenching around his cock whenever he took me. I was greedy for orgasm and wasn’t even sure how I felt about that anymore. I should hate him, but all I hated was that he wouldn’t talk to me.
The lock turned then and the door opened.
“Lake?”
Nothing but the sound of the forest before the door closed again. It was nighttime and the scent of something delicious had me sitting up, swallowing, my body hungry for hot food, for meat.
He dragged a chair across the floor toward me.
“Knees,” he said. One word, cold and impersonal.
I obeyed instantly, sliding out from beneath the sheets and to my knees, sitting on my heels. When I’d spoken before, begging him to talk to me, he’d gotten up and left. I’d screamed after him but nothing came of it, and, if he was training me, it was working because I remained an obedient captive, kneeling before my captor, my master.
I swallowed again as the scent of meat wafted to my nose, salivating for it, not even ashamed of my base reaction. Was he going to taunt me with it? Sit here and eat fresh food while I knelt at his feet, hungry? Then it came, the first morsel. The scent and warmth of it had me opening my mouth. I inhaled as I closed my lips around it, licking his fingers with the mouthful, nearly crying as I chewed the tender flesh and swallowed quickly, opening immediately for more.
“Chew, Lily, or you’re going to make yourself sick.”
I nodded, my mouth still open, taking a second, greedy bite, forcing myself to chew, even though all I wanted was more. I opened again, waiting for the next bite, but he put a cold bottle to my lips instead. I twisted my face away. I wanted food. I wanted meat.
He chuckled. I hadn’t heard that in…had I heard that ever?
He placed another morsel on my tongue and fed me until I was sated after that, until I sat back, my belly finally full for the first time in a long time. It was then I felt something at my neck, and I drew back, afraid.
“Bad girl.”
His tone wasn’t harsh but it did bring me to heel. Bad girls got left alone in the dark with no one to talk to.
“What are you doing?” I had to ask, I had to try to engage him. I’d eaten now; he couldn’t take the food away anymore.
The thing wrapped around my neck and he pushed my head down, my hair falling forward while he worked over me. It felt heavy, not in weight, but its foreign presence.
“What is it?” I asked, knowing all along. I touched the collar tentatively. “Lake... Sir,” I dared once again to speak when he attached something to the collar. “Please talk to me. I’ll be good, I promise, just talk to me now, please.”
“Close your eyes, Lily.”
I obeyed, remaining still while he slid the blindfold over my eyes again.
“No—”
“Hands and knees,” he said, interrupting, tugging on my new leash.
Whimpering, I followed him, knowing why he’d put a leash on me when I heard the door open. The night air chilled me instantly and I stopped even while trying frantically to take in a breath of fresh air. But he tugged and we went, me crawling alongside him out the door.
“Two steps down, Lily.”
We moved slowly while he held my leash, me wondering what he had in store for me.
“I’m cold.”
There was no answer for a while as he “walked” me farther from my room. “Then you’ll be quick. Here.” He stopped, finally answering as he tugged on my leash. “Squat. This is your bathroom break.”
Heat flushed through me, embarrassment at this new order. I turned my face up to where I knew he stood, and shook my head no.
“I’m wearing a jacket so I’m fine. We’ll be here until you go and if you don’t, we’ll do this another way. It will be even more embarrassing then. Be smart.”
“Please don’t make me.”
Nothing. Not a sound. I shivered again and rubbed my hands over my arms then touched his leg. “Please Lake... Sir... talk to me. I didn’t mean to go through those things. I didn’t mean any harm. Please talk to me now.”
Again, nothing. Looking away, I positioned myself, forcing myself to relax enough to go, trying not to think of him there while he watched me in this most private moment, glad for the first time for the blindfold that hid me from him.
“Good girl,” he said, before clicking his tongue, signaling me to crawl once again. “I’m going to give you a bath in the house now. Your reward for doing as you were told. Are you understanding this yet, Lily? Have you figured this out yet?”
The smooth wood of the porch was welcome on my palms and knees and when he opened the door, the warmth of the house almost made me smile. I crawled forward, eager now.
He closed the door. “Stay.” It was an order, and I obeyed, sitting back on my heels. I heard his footsteps recede, then the flow of water filling the tub sounded like music to my ears.
“Sir?” I asked when he returned.
“I’m going to take your blindfold off now. It’ll take a minute for your eyes to adjust.”
I nodded, waiting as he took it away. The sight of him was fuzzy for a moment before I had to close my eyes again, the light too bright after too long in the dark. He waited while I rubbed them and slowly, I opened them again, blinking fast while they adjusted.
I looked up to find him watching me.
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Can I come back here tonight please? I don’t want to be out there anymore. I’m really sorry.”
Without a word, his fingers hooked into my collar and raised me up by my neck while he squatted down. My heartbeat picked up at his violent handling of me, but my need to get closer to him overrode any fear, or at least equaled it.
“I expect you to be on your absolute best behavior for the rest of the time we spend together. When I say jump, you start jumping before you even ask how high. When I say sit, you drop to a seat wherever you are. When I say suck, you open your mouth. And when I tell you to get the strap, you get it and you bend over and offer your ass for punishment, u
nderstand?”
I nodded frantically, desperate to be back here and not in the bad girl’s room. Desperate to be back in his good graces. “Yes! Yes, sir. Yes.”
He looked at me, his expression stern, and I really looked at him. It had been so dark in the other room that I’d not seen his face in the days I’d spent there. He hadn’t shaved in a while, the stubble along his jaw the beginnings of a beard now rather than a five o’clock shadow. His eyes looked different too, or maybe I was just really seeing them for the first time. There was more than hardness in them. Tenderness and hurt also took up space there, and worry furrowed his brow.
It was that that brought me back to the realization of why we were here in the first place. Of what was going on outside of the sanctuary of the isolated cabin where he’d brought me against my will, where he hid me from Randall and his men.
“Bath time, Lily. Crawl.”
I swallowed. Now that I was without my bonds and in the light, part of me resisted, but I pushed through that, the knowledge of what would happen if I didn’t obey too close. I crawled, instead, with Lake walking behind me, his whistle of appreciation solidifying to me my place as object or possession.
His object. His possession.
Steaming water had almost filled the tub, and Lake switched off the water. I couldn’t wait to get inside it, feeling cold and filthy, even though he’d washed me — or more sponged me off — when I had been in the bad girl’s room. I looked up at him, feeling very much the pet, and when he gave me his nod, I climbed into the tub, sinking into the too-hot water but not caring, needing that fiery heat to cleanse me as I closed my eyes and submerged entirely. I opened them underwater to find Lake waiting, watching me, his form massive from my angle. He didn’t smile, but he didn’t look angry either, and when I emerged once again, my eyes locked on the hard length of him barely contained behind his jeans, and my body began to prepare itself, as if it were conditioned to do just that.
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