by Jenika Snow
He let go of her with a growl in his voice, and started to pace just a few feet from her. He looked like a caged animal ready to attack, and Bethany was having serious doubts about exerting her figurative wings. The sounds coming from him were ones she would have expected to hear from a wounded animal, not from this man. She looked around the kitchen for something to use as a weapon—despite already having done that whenever he left the cabin—and knew there was nothing. Aside from a few cheap pots and pans, some plastic utensils and wooden spoons, Abe had successfully “prisoner-proofed” the cabin. He suddenly stopped and looked her way. She saw how he kept clenching and unclenching his fists, saw the healing wound on his knuckles from the last thing he had punched, and wondered if she was next. She also saw his erection straining against the fly of his black cargo pants. He was dangerous and pissed, and that was turning her on.
“If you’re going to do it, then just fucking do it.” She swallowed. “You don’t scare me.” That was an outright lie. He smirked, but it was one of those arrogant “I know you’re a fucking liar” smirks.
“If telling yourself that makes you feel better, than by all means—.” He took a step closer to her “—fucking scream it as loud as you can. But you and I know the truth.” He bared his teeth, and she started to shake uncontrollably, but it wasn’t just from the fear he was causing inside of her. He was arousing her by this peacock show of arrogance, dominance, and overall assholishness.
“Fuck. You. How is that for forgetting my past and accepting my future?” The words just came from her like she was a totally different person, and not chained to this man’s wall right now. He growled, yes, fucking growled at her, and then they were clashing together in a tangle of limbs, angry kisses, and hair pulling. He had his hands in hers, and pulled at the strands until pain sliced through her skull, but she did the same to him. His hair was too short to really pull, but she scraped her nails along his head, dragged them down the back of his neck, and loved when he growled once more and bit her lip.
“You fucking tease.” He yanked her head back with his grip on her hair, and a gasp left her. “You go from hot to cold, distant to…this.” He looked at her mouth, and then claimed it once more with his. “I should punish you by not touching your body, by not showing you how much I want you.” He took his other hand and reached up until he had her wrist in his hold. Then he moved it down until it was between their bodies and right over his shaft. “You feel what you fucking do to me? You’re nothing but a little cock tease.” He said it so angrily, like he wanted to hurt her for how she made him feel.
Well good, because she wanted him to hurt as much as she was.
“I should take you to the room and throw you on the bed.” Abe pulled away, but refused to let go of her hair. “I should rip your clothes off until your body and your fucking soul are bared for me.” He pulled her head back even harder until tears spilled down her cheeks. He leaned in and ran his tongue up her left check, and then did the same to the right. He licked at her tears, cursed every step of the way, and continued to grind his cock into her belly.
“I’m sick of your threats, sick of being chained up like a goddamn animal.” Now she bared her teeth at him, and the dark laugh he gave her sapped all of the strength she had left. “You can’t force me to do anything, you asshole.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Bethany, and you’re about to realize that my threats were for your safety.” With his hand still tangled in her hair, he turned and started toward where the lock kept her tethered to the wall. He pulled her by the hair and she stumbled forward. She shouldn’t be wet from this or the degrading and sick treatment he was showing her. But she was, God she was so wet, and that just made her hate and want him even more.
Chapter Eight
Abe held the chain in one hand, and had a bruising grip on her forearm with his other one. He led them into the bedroom that she assumed was his, not just because it was the only room in the cabin that she hadn’t seen, but because it smelled darkly like he did. He tossed her across the room with enough force that she stumbled forward and landed on her belly on the bed. But Bethany was not about to be in that vulnerable position willingly. She turned around quickly so she was sitting on the bed and gripped the thin comforter underneath her. Abe went back to pacing the room, but he had his gaze locked on her the entire time. She noticed he glanced at her breasts. She looked down and saw how hard her nipples were, and was surprised they hadn’t ripped through the material. Bethany quickly covered her chest with her forearm, trying to hide herself from him, even though she was aroused.
“Drop your fucking arm.” He growled out the words. “You don’t hide from me.”
“You said you wouldn’t force yourself on me.” She whispered the words, but it was more out of pleasure from this dark desire churning inside of her than anything else.
“And I won’t, but I told you that you’re mine, and that means I will look upon you however, and as often, as I please.” A moment of silence stretched between them. “No, drop your fucking arm.”
As if she were the puppet and he the puppeteer, she dropped her arm on his command. Her chest heaved up and down as she sucked in air, but could never quite get enough into her lungs. Every erogenous zone in her body tingled as he watched her, and when he took a step toward her the heat in her body intensified.
“Take your shirt off.” He stopped a few feet from her, clenching and unclenching his hands by his sides.
Of course there was that little voice inside of her that said to fight and not give in, but the strong voice, the one that wanted to be ravished by this beast, told that voice to fuck off. She gripped the edge of her shirt and pulled it up and off her head. The air was cool and her skin puckered with goose bumps. She was scared, of course, but the way he looked at her, as if she were the only woman on the planet, had a drugged feeling consuming her. She was high, drunk, intoxicated, and although all of those things were the same, she felt like each and every one was a living, breathing entity inside of her.
His gaze was penetrating, like he was actually reaching out and stroking her skin with that alone. There had to be something wrong with her that she desired this—desired him.
“The pants, take them off.” It didn’t even sound like him anymore, and she could tell in his voice alone that he was barely holding on to his control.
As if he controlled the strings to her she stood and pushed down her pants and underwear. She was so cold all of a sudden, but then a blast of heat filled her. Beads of sweat covered her flesh in dewy moisture, and only got worse when he took that last step toward her.
“If only you could see yourself right now.”
She heard the pleasure in his voice and heat slid through her. This was wrong on so many levels, but on the tail end of that thought she realized that only other people would think it was wrong. She felt so good, so easy and comfortable with him, and although it was a twisted situation, how could she lie to herself and deny how she really felt? He moved closer, bent down so he could grab the chain, and went over to the wall to restrain her once more. But this surge of excitement left her as she watched him close the lock, making sure she stayed right where he wanted her to be. The air stirred briefly and she smelled the dark and spicy scent of Abe. It was the aroma she always smelled when he was near, and the scent had always gotten her wet. Now was no different, and although she was already aroused, she grew even wetter.
The feeling was overpowering.
He moved back toward her and slid his hands up her thighs. A tingling sensation settled even more fiercely between her legs. He moved his hands in slow but demanding movements, and the air was literally sucked from her lungs. The urge to fight and submit at the same time rode her high. The slight pressure he added to her belly and the way he moved the pad of his index finger along her belly button had her nipples hardening. He was meticulous and careful as he touched her, but made sure to keep his gaze trained right on her face.
“Lay back and put yo
ur arms above your head,” he said and moved away from her.
She didn’t hesitate, although she knew she should have. He went over to the dresser and grabbed some kind of rope before moving back toward her.
“Wait.” That one word came from her on a breath, and she wasn’t surprised that he didn’t listen to her soft plea.
He smoothed his hands on her exposed abdomen again. “Your skin is so soft, and it’s the color of peaches.” He lifted his gaze to her face, and then while staring right into her eyes he cupped her breast. A tremor worked its way through her and her breasts shook from the sudden movement. Before she could tell him to stop, he was leaning over her. His breath was warm as it bathed her nipple. The peak hardened painfully, but pleasure also filled her. She involuntarily arched her back, causing her aching nipple to brush along his lips with more pressure added. He groaned deeply and she swore she felt the vibrations all the way through her body before the noise settled in her clit. Self-hatred, disgust, and searing pleasure filled her to the point that she gripped the headboard and dug her nails into the wood. In a move quicker than she could register he restrained her wrists to the headboard with the tie.
“I knew you’d be like this, so receptive to my touch, so needy for my mouth.” He moved lower and murmured against her chest right before he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Over and over he moved his tongue over the peak, and then gently tugged it and ran his teeth over it.
Bethany wasn’t a virgin, but she had never experienced anything this carnal and powerful before. “Stop. This isn’t right.” She couldn’t push him away, but she also wasn’t being forceful and even moaned slightly.
“You want this just as badly as I do.” He sucked on her nipple more furiously until arcs of pleasure and pain coursed through her body like lightning bolts.
She was going to come, but she didn’t want that, right? “No, please.”
He sucked harder and faster.
“Oh, God.”
He moved a hand between her legs. She was wet, embarrassingly so given her situation.
“You’re soaked, Bethany, so fucking wet for me.” He moved his mouth up her chest and settled at the crook of her neck. He panted against her throat, and applied more pressure to her pussy with his fingers. “I can tell you’re about to come, aren’t you, baby?”
A low, desperate sound left her when he applied even more pressure, moved the base of his palm against her clit and rubbed it against her in slow, powerful circles.
“Come for me, Bethany, let me see you unravel because of me.”
“Oh.” She opened her eyes wide as pleasure stole her breath. “Stop.” She arched her back, trying to get away—at least that was what she told herself, but the truth was it felt so good she wanted to stay in this moment forever. She was needy for him, desperate to feel him pumping inside her until she couldn’t move, couldn’t walk, and couldn’t even breathe. Even thinking those depraved thoughts should have made her vomit, but her pleasure just went higher.
He didn’t stop grinding his palm against her clit, and over and over he tormented her, giving her pleasure mixed with pain. Bethany felt like she was spiraling down the proverbial rabbit hole. When the pleasure started to dim she ached, feeling tender and exposed in such a way it was as if her very soul was on display.
“Tell me, Bethany. Tell me how that made you feel.”
She opened her mouth, wanting to tell him to leave her be, that she had to be experiencing some kind of mental breakdown to have liked what he had just done to her. When she didn’t respond, he pressed the weight of his body down on her and lowered his face so it was inches from her own.
“Stop fucking struggling and denying us both, Bethany.” He growled out the words and everything stilled inside of her. “You want this, you’re fucking wet for me, and yet you’re fighting me tooth and nail.” Abe ground his erection into her belly and a gasp left her. “You feel how hard you make me, how much I want you?” His strength was immense, and she felt like a small animal pinned under a massive predator. Grabbing her behind the knee and pulling it up and out, he took advantage of her surrender and nestled his waist between her legs. A small, needy sound left her when she felt his hard cock right up against her pussy. He was so big, so massive everywhere that she felt insignificant. Bethany wanted to escape it all—had wanted to live in some kind of fantasy world where nothing was laced with self-loathing and hidden behind stacks of cash. And although being kidnapped and held captive by this man was not what she had envisioned, Bethany would be lying if she didn’t admit, if only to herself, that she liked having the power taken from her. It was a type of freedom she would have never expressed in her lifetime, and she knew that for a fact.
For several moments all he did was thrust against her, and although only a few layers of clothing separated his bare flesh from meeting hers, it was still erotic and wrong, and so very good. With his mouth at her neck, and him running his teeth and tongue along her overly sensitive skin, Bethany could have envisioned herself in a different scenario. She could see herself willingly under this man, with no restraints around her wrists or ankles, and these turbulent emotions swirling within her.
“You think too hard on what you’re feeling. Just enjoy it, let yourself realize this is what you want.”
His scruff scraped her throat, and a small mewl left her.
“Maybe on some level I should know what I am doing to you is wrong, but I want you too fucking badly, and am too determined to make you mine that those weak emotions won’t stop me.” He spoke harshly, and she could tell that his anger, passion, and need to make sure all of that happened was what fueled him the most. He moved away and the chilled air slammed into her, making her realize exactly how hot Abe had gotten her.
Here she was, totally nude for him, and feeling like she was some kind of virginal sacrifice, and Abe was a god about to devour her. In a few quick moves he removed his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. Clenching her thighs together to try and stop the pulsing need that had settled between them, she shook her head, not knowing exactly why. But a dark look crossed his face, and she tightened her hold on the slats of the headboard even harder. He was mad, but what right did he have to be angry with her for not wanting this?
That’s a lie, Bethany. A damn lie.
“Maybe once my cock is deep in your pussy you’ll finally accept that you’re mine.” He didn’t phrase it like a question, and the clipped words somehow had a fresh gush of moisture leaving her. He was fast, hard, and clearly very upset as he all but tore open his pants and pushed them down. Once he was standing nude in front of her, with that long, thick hardness between his thighs nearly pointing right at her, she knew there was no stopping this. He wanted her, and was determined to make her know she had no escape and that she was his. “You’ll fucking tell me what I want to hear, Bethany.” He gripped the base of his shaft and started stroking himself. “Your cunt is wet, your nipples hard, and a blush covers your body.” He cocked a dark eyebrow. “You want to lie to me and tell me you don’t want my dick in your tight little body?” He might have phrased that as a question, but she knew better than to think he actually wanted her to answer.
Fighting back and telling him to fuck off and that she didn’t want this again was at the forefront of her mind. But she couldn’t say the words, couldn’t force them out. She wet her lips and took a deep, steadying breath. “I…”
His gaze was unmoving as he watched her with a stoic expression. Was he getting angrier at her indifference?
“How can you expect me to go along with this, to want you after you took me from my home, and are holding me here like this?” She pulled against her bonds, emphasizing her point. “I’m afraid of you, afraid of what you’ll do to me, but I hate that my body craves your touch.” The last part hadn’t been meant to be said out loud, but it was too late to try and take it back. He took a step closer and placed his hand right over her pussy again. He was a bold motherfucker, sure of himself and his actions. She hated him for
that, and grew aroused because of it.
“I’m not asking you to be okay with this, and believe me when I say I have shown more patience with you than I ever have with anyone else in my life.”
She started breathing heavier when he rubbed his fingers up and down the lips of her pussy.
“All I am asking you is to finally accept me, what I have to offer, and forget about everything else.” He looked her right in the eye. “You lie to yourself every fucking day, play their little games, and now that you are free you want to play those games with me?” His voice sounded like it was getting harder, more volatile. “I told you I wouldn’t rape you, but I also want to stick my dick inside of you really fucking badly.” He moved a finger lower, plunging it into her body.
She opened her mouth wide on a silent cry. It felt good, but it also hurt. His finger was big and thick, and he was pumping it in and out with a forcefulness that stunned her. But she was going to come, could feel it starting to build at the base of her spine, and hated herself even more that she was about to come undone right before him.
“Say you’re mine.” He had moved his mouth to her ear and whispered the words to her. “Say that I own you, own this fucking body.” He thrust his finger harder into her, and hit something deep inside that sparked a deliciously wicked sensation. Involuntarily her pussy clenched around his digit, and he groaned hard against the shell of her ear. “Just give me what I want, and I’ll make you feel so fucking good.” He added another finger and a gasp did leave her this time. “I’ll release you, Bethany.”
And as if his words had been the trigger, she exploded around him. Eyes now shut tight, she cried and mewled at the same time. Heat suffocated her, filled her to the point she thought she would burn alive. Wetness trickled from her, and she knew she should have been embarrassed, but she couldn’t find that emotion in her. This orgasm was much different than the previous one. It was intense, and she felt the sheets grow wet beneath her bottom from her climax. The bed was moving slightly, and she realized he was pressing his hips into the mattress, dry-humping it because he was just as lost on this as she was.