by Jenika Snow
He pushed away from the tree and fully faced the cabin. Her family had most likely called the police now, but what she didn’t know yet was that he had packed her bag before he had taken her away. To authorities it might appear like she had fled, and had escaped her arranged marriage. She was an adult, had been miserable in her life, and he knew for a fact she had discussed her worries about marrying that motherfucker. His anger was spiking once more at the thought of that asshole, of the man that had meant to take her away from Abe. He snubbed the end of his cigarette on the bottom of his boot and flicked it away. Rage boiled in his blood at the thought of Bethany with another man, of someone else touching her, kissing her, and owning her body. He had wanted to let her take time to get used to what he had planned for her, but just thinking about whom she was supposed to marry had this beast moving through him. He took a step forward, stopped and closed his eyes, and then turned around. Trying to grapple with his control was a feat for a stronger man, but he didn’t want to frighten her any more than necessary. Without thinking, and continuing to feel a hard pulse of angry energy moving through him, he reared his arm back and slammed his hand into the side of the tree he had just been leaning against.
Pain exploded in his knuckles, but he welcomed it. When he looked down at his hand and saw the skin split open and blood covering his flesh, he felt a semblance of calm move through him. He turned back around and moved quickly toward the cabin. He was going to condition Bethany into realizing her fate sooner rather than later.
* * *
Bethany had her hand wrapped around the chain, and used all of her strength to pull at it. Although she knew she wasn’t going to make any progress in her release, she couldn’t consciously sit here and wait for Abe to return. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her vision became blurry. Her hands ached and burned as she tightened them on the metal and pulled hard enough that the muscles in her arms strained.
“Please, God. Please just let me get out of this.” She hated that Abe knew how much she had hated her life, and loathed that she was aroused at his touches. This had to be some kind of mental defect on her part, because who in their right mind would like their captor’s touch? The sound of heavy footsteps on the porch right outside of the front door had her dropping the chain and turning around. She pressed her back to the wall, felt her heart start to pound fast and hard right behind her ribs, and feared what Abe would do. He had been so angry with her, and surely his short stint away hadn’t calmed him down that much.
The door seemed to crash inward as if the force of a mighty storm had crumbled it. But then there stood Abe, staring right at her with this anger that swirled around him like a living entity. He stepped inside, slammed the door shut behind him, but didn’t come toward her like she feared. He turned and went into the kitchen, grabbed a rag, and turned back around toward her. She saw now that his hand was bloody and swollen, with crimson drops falling to the floor. She swore she could feel his anger, and hear the rush of blood that pumped through his veins because of his rising emotions. But she didn’t speak, didn’t even move for fear of drawing his attention even more toward her. That sounded so silly, though, since he stared right at her, and she was currently chained to his wall. But then as they stared at one another for several long seconds, she actually felt this cord that was between them snap right in half.
He stalked toward her in angry, hard steps, but she was frozen in place, unable to move, let alone breathe. He wrapped the towel around his hand, and faster then she could even comprehend he reached down with his uninjured hand, wrapped it around her throat, and hauled her up. His hold was unyielding, but not tight enough that she couldn’t breathe. That didn’t stop her from clawing at his hand and trying to scream.
He leaned in close, bared his teeth, and she swore his anger surrounded her as well. “Go ahead and scream. I want you to realize that this is your life now, your fucking reality, Bethany.” He leaned in another inch and ran the tip of his nose along the side of her face. His breath was warm right by her ear, and she closed her eyes and stopped struggling. She tried to tell herself that playing along was possibly the only thing that could save her life.
“Abe…” She said his name softly, hoping that there was an empathetic part in his cold, hard body. She felt him tense against her.
“Say it again, Bethany. Say my name again,” he whispered into her ear.
She needed to use his emotions against him. That was the only way she could get out of this alive. “Abe.” It should have been harder to say his name, and harder still to press her body up against his. But it wasn’t, and she hated herself and him even more because of it. He was hard for her, and the product of his arousal was pressed right against her belly. She grew wet and, as much as she loathed her desires, she also knew that it would make all of this more convincing to him. “It doesn’t have to be this way.”
He leaned back, gripped her throat a little tighter, and she knew that whatever she had been trying to accomplish here had left. His cold, dark eyes grew hard and unyielding. She thought he might kiss her in an angry, hateful way, but instead he placed his hand on her shoulder. He exerted pressure until she was forced to lower herself to her knees. The tears started up, but she didn’t know if she was crying because she was afraid of what he was about to make her do, or if she hated that she wanted it.
Using his hand that wasn’t injured, he undid the buckle of his belt, popped the button out of its hole, and slid the zipper down. Her mouth instantly went dry and her pulse filled her ears in a hard, frightened rhythm. It was erotic and sick the way he pulled his erection and gripped the base. He was so hard, so big, and he aimed the tip right at her mouth This felt cheap, but that didn’t stop her from getting even more turned on in a very demented way. Before he did anything else he reached out and brushed her tears away.
“Open your mouth, Bethany.” He said it without a hint of remorse, but then again he knew she would have to comply. She was, after all, at his mercy. “And if you bite me you won’t like the consequences.” He lifted his hand and ran the tip of his thumb over her bottom lip. She could smell the blood that soaked the rag covering his wounds, but she continued to stare at him, refusing to break eye contact.
“I said open that pretty mouth of yours and suck it, Bethany.” He moved an inch closer until she could smell his flesh and the scent of soap and sweat. It was an erotic combination of frightening proportions. She glanced down at his erection, and she felt her throat constrict at his large size. “Please, you’re scaring me.” What she left out was that she was aroused, too. Lifting her gaze to his face once more, she saw his stony composure.
“Good.” He leaned down until she felt his breath along her face. “I want you to be afraid. I want you to realize that I am the only person that you will ever see again.” He said it so calmly, so dark and low that she knew without a doubt that this was her fate.
She didn’t know what to say in response, so instead she slowly lifted her hands and braced them on his strong, muscular thighs. She felt his muscles bunch and clench under her touch. Taking a deep and hopefully steadying breath, she leaned in further until a sheet of paper couldn’t even fit between her mouth and his cock. “I’ll disappoint you,” she said, but didn’t look into his face. She was playing with his feelings for her, but she also meant the words. What if he didn’t like what she did to him? What if he realized that she was of no use to him because she couldn’t pleasure him?
Dig deep inside of you, Bethany. Find that pleasure that he brings out in you, the one that you don’t want, and use it to survive.
“Oh, you’ll pleasure me just fine, Bethany.” He gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, and just having you on your knees before me makes me fucking hard.” He slipped his hand in her hair, grabbed a chunk of the heavy mass, and yanked her head back hard enough that she gasped in pain, but also in pleasure. “I guide your actions. Now, suck my cock, Bethany.” He pulled her head forward until the
slick tip of his shaft moved along her lips, and then she opened her mouth and sucked the head inside.
A low sound left her, almost sounding needy as the flavor of his pre-cum bathed her tongue.
“Yes, that’s so very good, Bethany.” He sounded breathless and tightened his hold on her hair until pain and pleasure waged war inside of her. “Now move your tongue around.” She did as he said, and another gush of pre-cum filled her mouth.
She breathed hard and fast through her nose and gripped his thighs until she was digging her nails into him.
“Lick the underside of my cock, and reach underneath to cup my balls.”
She flattened her tongue and did as he said, and when she cupped his balls in one of her hands there was a surge of pleasure and strength that filled her. He groaned above her, and she knew she did have power over this man—this monster. She continued to suck him in and out, but he was far too thick and long for her to take completely into her mouth.
“Lick me, Bethany.” He tugged on her hair until she was forced to release him. She licked the underside of his cock, and couldn’t stop the moan that came from her. All she wanted was to please him in this moment, because making him feel good meant he would see her as something more than the girl chained up in his living room. At least she hoped so, and for some fucked-up reason, pleasing him made her feel good, too.
Letting her mouth do the work, she started sucking him with a passion. She closed her eyes, got lost in the moment, and didn’t let herself feel the heavy chain around her ankle that kept her his prisoner. She took hold of the root of his dick with her hand, and stroked what she couldn’t reach with her mouth.
“Christ, that’s it. Suck me until I come, baby.” He groaned louder this time. “Suck me until you have no choice but to swallow my cum.” He still had his hand in her hair, and kept her head stationary as he moved in and out of her mouth. He was now the one fucking her, pushing his cock deep until it hit the back of her throat, and then retreating until just the head was lodged between her lips. Looking up at him as he moved in and out of her, she saw his attention was on her mouth.
“If you could see what I see.” He picked up speed until tears moved in the corner of her eyes and her arousal grew. “You should see how stretched your mouth is around my fucking cock.” He increased his speed until the tip of his erection slammed against the back of her throat. “Christ, baby, that’s it.” He tilted his head back. “You take me so well. You were made for me.” He was always so hard and stoic, but right now he was wide open for her, and she swore she could see into his soul.
A deep groan left him and then he was coming in her mouth. Bethany didn’t even think. She just closed her eyes and swallowed every last drop. He kept her stationary with his hold on her hair. He stopped thrusting in and out of her mouth, and she felt his cock start to soften. He took a step back, slipping from her mouth, and she stayed on her knees and stared up at him.
Once he put his softening cock back into his pants he helped her to stand, and speared a hand back into her hair. He claimed her mouth, pushed his tongue inside and kissed her like a dying man. She had no choice but to accept his domination, but that dark and twisted part of her wanted all of it. He pulled away and she stumbled back, bracing her hands on the wall behind her. She wanted to claw at his face, wipe that stoic expression away until he felt as raw and open as she did. He was a bastard in the worst kind of way, but she was no better than he was, it seemed.
Chapter Six
“I want to show you something.” Abe moved forward and dropped to his haunches before her to undo the lock that kept her hostage at the wall. With his hand holding the end of the chain, he stood and turned from her. She glanced at the door, but she had to stay with the act of caring for him. If she wanted to gain his trust so that he let her roam freely, then she had to continue to play the part. Without thinking, she reached out and took hold of his hand that was still wrapped in the rag. He stopped and looked down at where she held him, and then lifted his gaze to her.
“Your acting skills aren’t that good, Bethany, but I admire your strength.”
She let go of him as if he had burned her, but wasn’t going to be intimidated by HIS knowledge that this was a farce, and told herself to continue to play the part. He turned back around and tugged on the chain until she was forced to follow. He led her into the room that she had slept in and pointed to the bed. But he didn’t drop the chain, and instead tethered it to the wall once more.
“I hope one day soon I’ll be able to trust you, Bethany.” He looked at her over his shoulder for a second, and then made his way to the closet.
She was curious what he wanted to show her, but when he pulled out a suitcase—the Louis Vuitton suitcase her father had given her for her birthday last year—her blood ran cold. He tossed it onto the ground before her and bent down to unlatch it. And when he opened it she already knew what she would find. Her clothes were neatly folded on the inside of that suitcase, staring at her, taunting her, and telling her that no one would come for her. More tears spilled from her eyes and she looked up at him. “What have you done?” Of course she knew, and her question wasn’t literal, but she wanted to hear him say it.
“You know what I’ve done. I’ve ensured that your family will think you have deserted your duties to marry the suitor your father has chosen.”
She shook her head and ran the backs of her hands over her cheeks, brushing the wetness away. “You said you were hoping they would come for me.” What she didn’t say was that a part of her wanted that, but there was a stronger part that hated the idea. If someone did come for her that would mean she was a prisoner somewhere else.
“What I told you was that you were mine, and I wasn’t going to let anyone take you away.” He was by the wall with his arms crossed and a stoic look on his face. “I’m sure they have notified the authorities by now, and I have no doubt they will come and try to find you. But Bethany, if they think you left of your own free will then they will be more inclined to disown you rather than waste resources trying to locate a deserter.” He said it like he was so sure her father and mother would just forget about her. But what was the saddest part of all of this was she knew that was the truth.
She looked at her clothes once more and closed her eyes. Her dad was a strict man who thought highly of how people saw him or his family, and if everyone in his circle thought she had run away because she didn’t want to hold up her “duties” then she would be as good as shunned. “But you forgot about my bank account. Without taking money out they will know I didn’t leave.” A sick feeling settled inside of her when he didn’t respond. “You took care of that, too?”
“Bethany, I have secured every possible way to ensure that you’re mine. If someone does find out where we are, we will be long gone from this place.” He stayed by the wall, unmoving, and sounding unsympathetic.
“How do I know you’re telling the truth? You could be lying to ensure that I cooperate.”
He shrugged. “Yes, I very well could be lying, but the end result is still the same.”
“Yes I suppose it is.” And it was. She was stuck here with him, and he could and would do whatever he wanted to her.
“Now maybe you will understand what I want from you.”
She fucking knew what he wanted. He wanted her total and absolute surrender, and although she still had a little bit of life and hope inside, she also saw that suitcase as a finality of her situation. Hopelessness was not something she wanted to let fester inside of her, but it was hard to not think of his new life as the ending of her old one. Or maybe it was the beginning of her new life? Either way she had to be a fighter or someone who gave in to this man.
He took a step closer, and then another one, and soon he stood right in front of her. But at the moment she had no fight left in her. He reached out, cupped her cheek in a touch that was painfully gentle, and leaned down so they were nose-to-nose. “I’ll let you change into something that is more familiar and comfortable
.” He turned and left her alone in the room, and all she could do was stare at the suitcase.
Inside were clothes that had been bought with her father’s money, skirts and blouses, pants and undergarments that were worth more altogether than most people made annually. She slipped off the bed and sat on her knees right in front of the bag. Reaching inside and grabbing out an Egyptian spun-silk blouse, she ran the butter-smooth material between her fingers. She had always loved this shirt, loved how it felt on her skin, but at the same time hated the fact that her father had picked it out. She tossed it aside and grabbed another shirt, this one a cashmere sweater that her mother had insisted she wear for a dinner date she had gone on with Steven. It was one of the first arranged dates her mother and father had set up. She threw it to the side where the other shirt lay. Her emotions were running high with hate, anger, fear, and that lingering arousal for Abe. Screaming out, she tore through the rest of the clothes in a frenzy of motion. Pants and skirts went left and right, blouses and underwear lay in tattered remains on the bed behind her and near the door.
When there was nothing left, she sat there panting, wanting nothing more than to continue to tear through all of them. Seeing all the expensive and lavish items, smelling her father and mother’s money surrounding them, made her see how shallow and heartless her life really was. This time when she cried she did it because she felt a freedom inside her. It filled her soul and then exploded out of every inch of her body. She threw her head back and screamed again, so pissed now at everything that had happened in her life, how she had rolled over and accepted it all, and how she wanted to hurt someone. Standing and looking around the room as violence filled her, she saw the lamp on the table, and quickly moved toward it. Once in her hand she was about to throw it against the wall when the bedroom door opened and Abe stood there staring at her with a smug fucking look on his face.