by J. A. Huss
I nod.
He spits in my face, rubs it over my lips, and then slaps me. “Talk, bitch!”
“Yes,” I say, trying not to cry. Telling myself over and over again, It’s a fantasy. It’s a fantasy. I’m going to love the end. I will love how it ends. “Yes,” I manage, just as he’s about to slap me again. “Yes. I understand.”
He lets go of my face and the hard pumping slows. He eases in and out several times before leaning over my back and resting his chest on me. We are skin on skin. His breathing isn’t nearly as labored as mine.
Every part of my body is shaking but I’m no longer cold. My legs tremble from exertion. My arms can’t even hold me up anymore, and when he rests more of his weight against me, I just collapse on the floor.
He fucks me in the ass so slow, I want to close my eyes and forget this fantasy. Just enjoy it. Enjoy everything about what he’s doing.
“You’ve been bad, Ivy. You laughed at me. So I’m not going to let you come. But I will let you decide what I should do next. What is the one thing you’re probably hoping I won’t do?”
I can think of many things I’ve seen in porn that have disgusted me, but before I can articulate them, his fingers find their way into my mouth, forcing it open. “Should I choke you with my hand before I choke you with my cock?”
I shake my head, the gag reflex taking over. I can’t stop it, and a pool of saliva drools out of my mouth as he pinches my nose closed. I gag again. And while I’m busy recovering and figuring out how to breathe with a hand in my mouth, he stands up, his cock slipping out of my ass as he pulls me with him, an arm hooked under mine, and walks us down a long hallway.
There are so many doors up here I can’t make sense of them. The mansion from the outside looked massive, but from the inside it looks like a puzzle. A maze. A place to get lost and never come back. Is that why he brought me here? So I will give in to him and lose myself?
We stop at the end of the hall, near another set of stairs that go both up and down, and he twists the handle and opens the door.
There are candles everywhere. In every corner they are alight, atop tall pillars, atop the pretty white mantel over the fireplace—even in the chandelier.
Nolan pushes me forward, making me trip and fall to my knees onto a soft sheepskin rug. He slams the door closed and then I hear the tell-tale click of it being locked from the inside. “Just in case you get any funny ideas about leaving early tonight, Ivy.”
My heart races. Why does he have to say these things? Just when I’m certain this is nothing but the fantasy we discussed, I get this. Either deliberate attempts to keep me frightened or a promise that things are about to go very wrong.
I might be the only one here living the fantasy tonight. He could be totally serious about what he doing.
No, I say in my head. No. He laughed. I heard it.
He’s mocking you, Ivy. Tell him to stop. Now! Before it goes too far and you can’t even press charges because you agreed to it!
No. No, he can’t be that man. Nolan cannot be that man that everyone says he is.
You haven’t even known this man a week, Ivy Rockwell. You’re as stupid as he is sick.
“Do you like the candles?”
I look up at him as he looms over me. He’s slowly unbuttoning his shirt. My wrists are burning from the rope. It’s soft, but it’s rubbing and they are red and will be inflamed tomorrow.
You’re not going to live until tomorrow.
“Yes,” I say.
“Well, that’s just about the only romantic thing I’ve planned for you tonight. The rest can go easy or hard. Depending on how you like it. Do you like it hard, Ivy?”
“Jesus Christ,” I say. “How am I supposed to answer that, Nolan?”
“Truthfully,” he says, extending his hand. I take it, gripping it in both of mine, the rope sliding along my skin, the friction making the burning sensation even worse.
“I’ll tell you,” I say, squaring my shoulders. “I’ll tell you if you untie me. I don’t want to be tied anymore.”
“You’re not the one in control tonight, remember? I am. I get to tell you what to do, not the other way around. And if you hate the rope, you can bet I’m gonna leave you tied up even longer now.”
He grabs me by both arms and hauls me over to the bed, throwing me down on the soft down comforter face first. Then his hips have me pinned, but I buck my body at just the right time, in just the right way, and he falls to the side. I get a foot up and kick him in the chest, giving me even more space. And then I’m off the bed, running towards the open bathroom door. If I can just get in there and lock it. If I can just—
He grabs my ankle and I go down hard onto the rug. And then he’s dragging me by my foot as I kick and yell and—panic.
The word is there. My tongue is pressing against my teeth, that sssss sound even coming from my mouth, but then he goes still.
I stop. I don’t say it, I just go still and wait. I’m sobbing, tears are running down my face. I’m breathing so hard I can’t stop the hyperventilation this time.
His next touch is soft. Just one moment of softness. A single fingertip slides up my calf and stops in the dent of my knee. Then his lips are there. Reminding me of what this is.
I won’t say it. I won’t.
He grabs my foot and drags me back to the bed the instant he realizes I gave in again. “I’m going to tie your legs open for that little stunt, Miss Rockwell. And then I’m going to fuck you sore.”
I don’t know what to do at this point. Cry? What good is crying? Tell him no? That will only make him try harder. Let him do what he wants? That feels like defeat.
Tell him to stop?
That feels like a mistake.
The yellow rope is around my ankles before I even reach that conclusion. He ties one leg to the footboard, then pulls my other one open, looking at my pussy as he walks to the other bedpost.
“Now you can’t move.”
But that’s not true. He didn’t tie my hands down. They are still bound together, so not much use. But they are not tied to the headboard. Yet.
“Do you know why I left your hands free?”
I have a feeling, but I stay silent.
Nolan leans down and kisses me on the lips as he unfastens his pants and pulls out his cock.
“So I can give you a better blow job?” I say.
He shakes his head and smiles. “So you can fight back. Maybe you’ll get in a good punch. Right here, Ivy. Right where you slapped me earlier this evening.”
I’m terrified again. How can my feelings be so all over the place? “It’s fantasy, it’s fantasy, it’s fantasy.” I whisper it like a chant.
“You think so?” Nolan asks, climbing on top of me and settling down on my hips. He leans forward, making his long, hard cock rest on my bare stomach. He grabs my wrists and flings them over my head, pressing them painfully against the headboard.
I don’t struggle. I want to close my eyes and make it stop. But I’m too chicken shit to even say the word.
“Do you really think you got here by accident, Ivy Rockwell?”
“What?” My eyes fly open.
“You’re perfect, right? A virgin,” he whispers. “When I claimed you. Did you really think I didn’t know? Please.” He laughs. “You’re so trusting. So innocent. So repressed. I knew you’d buy into the lie. Fuck you in the shower, make you come, talk you up with all that drawing business. Most girls don’t want me to demonstrate, but I did a passable job, don’t you think?”
“What?”
“You didn’t really think this was just a fantasy, did you?” He tsks his tongue and places one hand on the side of my head. My hair is wet, and not from the pool. I am burning up and sweat is pouring down my back. “So, so sweet,” he croons, dipping his face down to mine. He licks my lips and I recoil.
“What?”
“It’s real, Ivy. It’s real and you agreed to it. I’ve got it in writing. I’ve got—”
I
spit on him. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you—”
He places a hand over my mouth and nose and says, “Sshhhh, Ivy.” And then he slaps my face so hard, the sting takes a second to catch up.
I buck my back, trying to throw him off me, but his hand is back over my nose and mouth, holding tight until I really can’t breathe. I’m in the full throes of a panic when he lets go and I start gasping for air.
“Just think of all the pretty pictures we’re making, Miss Rockwell.” Nolan kisses me on the mouth and I lose it.
“Goddamn it!” I yell, my bound fists pummeling into his chest. I reach for the tie and yank, taking control of him for once.
“Goddamn it!” I scream. “Goddamn it! Goddamn it! What is real? I can’t fucking tell!”
But my outburst only lasts a second and then he’s got his silk tie wrapped around my face, painfully tight against the corners of my mouth.
Nolan cocks his head the way he does when he’s amused, as he ties the knot at the side of my head.
“That’s the point,” he says, grinning like a madman.
Chapter Thirty-Nine - Nolan
I’ve got her right where she needs to be. Confused. Conflicted. And terrified.
She mumbles something from behind her gag, that sounds like, “Nolan,” but I just shake my head and tsk my tongue. “I gave you a chance to be good, Ivy. I trusted you, and you ran. Now you have to trust me. It’s out of your control. This whole night has spiraled out of your control. You need to accept that and give in.”
She starts crying. Real tears. I watch her fingers for her signal as her fists tighten then open, splayed against my chest, trying to push me off her. But I stay right where I am and wait for her to calm down.
Why am I doing this? Why the fuck am I doing this to her? Especially her. Ivy Rockwell, Jesus fucking Christ. Why do I need this?
“Are you going to be good?” I ask.
“No,” comes out pretty clear from behind her gag.
My crooked grin makes her eyes widen. Her breathing is labored and her legs are kicking up. Harmlessly, but she’s still trying. I lean down and kiss her ear, whispering, “I like it when you fight. So keep fighting. It only makes me harder.”
She stills. Staring into my eyes. “Nolan—”
“Shhh,” I say. “I can’t understand you with the gag.”
A tear runs down her cheek and I know she’s very close to saying her safe word. But she’s not there yet. “Do you think…” I say, pausing for a moment to let the silence speak. “Do you think that word will help you now, Ivy? Do you really think I’ll stop if you cross your fingers?” My yellow silk tie is wet from her saliva and her gasp sends drool down her chin. “I won’t, Ivy. We’re here, in this together now. You’re mine, just like I said. You’re mine and you’re not going to put a stop to anything. I don’t want your legs tied, I want them open and thrashing when I take you. But you’re being bad. So here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to untie your feet and you’re going to lie here and let me fuck you. And when I tell you to, you’re gonna come all over my dick. Do you understand me?”
Ivy’s eyes are wide and filled with fear. I’m still waiting for her to try the safe word. Waiting for her to cross her fingers.
But she doesn’t do either of those things. She simply nods her head.
“Good girl,” I say, scooting down the bed to her feet. I untie the rope from the post, leaving it on her ankle. She watches me like I am her whole universe when I slip my shirt off and pump my dick through my open zipper. I move to her other foot and untie that one from the post too.
I expect a fight, but she remains still. Like she’s too scared to move.
“I’m a little disappointed you’re giving in already.”
She mumbles something through her gag and even though it’s hard to hear, I know what she said. Fantasy. It’s a fantasy.
“It’s not a fantasy, Ivy. This is one hundred percent real. And you’re going to be so turned on, you’re gonna come back for more when I let you go home. You’re gonna think about this night with your fingers in your pussy. You’re gonna get off to this night, over and over, and over again.”
Ivy shakes her head no.
“No?” I ask, positioning myself between her legs, and then crawl my way up the bed with her body underneath me. My cock dragging along her stomach, aching to be inside her. “Let’s see about that.”
I drag the gag down her chin and she immediately starts crying and gasping for air. I don’t give her time to regroup, just grab a fistful of hair and shove my cock towards her mouth. “If you bite me, Ivy. I’ll bite you back.”
She’s frowning.
“Do you understand?”
“I’m never going to give you the satisfaction you’re looking for.”
“You have no idea what I’m looking for, Miss Rockwell. So just open your mouth and suck my cock the way you did last weekend.”
She hesitates. I wait for it. And just when I know for sure she’s gonna try that safe word out, she opens her mouth.
I lean down and kiss her mouth, saying, “You’re a quick learner,” as she cries. I pull back and ease my hips forward until the tip of my cock is on her tongue. Her wrists are still tied together, and they press against my thigh, but she doesn’t try to punch me, even though I practically asked her to a few minutes ago.
“Open wider, Ivy. My cock won’t fit and I wasn’t joking about that bite threat. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll take my cock like a champ.”
She gags as soon as my dick presses against her soft palate, but I rise up and scoot her whole body forward so her head is hanging off the side of the bed. Her throat opens up and it’s so fucking beautiful, I get up and stand facing her hanging head, and shove my cock inside her warm mouth.
Her tied hands are immediately pushing, pressing on my lower stomach, desperate to make me step back. I watch her fingers carefully, but she is either too busy dealing with being choked by my cock, or she likes it.
I pump a few times and then lean over her body and play with her pussy. Ivy gasps for air during this reprieve, and then she moans.
“I told you,” I say. “I told you you’d like it. You won’t be able to help yourself, Ivy.”
I push another finger inside her, pumping her with the same rhythm she’s sucking me. I want to eat her out so bad, but that comes later. So I push my hips into her head instead. Her hands reach for my balls. I have a moment of worry that she will grab those fuckers and never let go, but she doesn’t. She cups them between her palms. Gently.
Yes. Finally.
I pull my cock out of her mouth and my fingers out of her pussy at the same time. The little moan tells me all I need to know. She’s ready. I bend down and kiss her upside-down mouth, my tongue sweeping over hers. She kisses me back, her fingertips gripping my hair.
“You like it, don’t you?”
She doesn’t answer.
But she doesn’t have to. I am back on the bed, pushing her legs open, my giant cock positioned and ready when she opens her eyes and stares into mine.
“What?” I lean down, her breasts pressing against my chest, and take her head in my hands as my cock slips inside her. “What?” I ask again. She’s so fucking wet, there is no groan of pain. Just her back bucking up, her heavy panting coming out loud, and then her eyes close again.
I begin moving inside her. Slowly. And each movement she makes matches mine. Her knees come up to my shoulders, giving me even more access. She whimpers as I push deeper, her fisted hands pressing on my chest, but only because I know she can’t help it.
Her head falls back over the side of the bed again, exposing her throat. Her lips press together like she wants to say, “Mmmmm,” but her mind is blown and sounds do not exist.
I kiss her as I fuck her. I mumble everything she needs to hear in her mouth.
“Fuck yes,” I say, unable to take my eyes off her face. I pump my hips hard, making her little mouth open, a squeal escaping
into my mouth. “You like it, don’t you?”
“Mmm,” she says this time.
“Yeah,” I say. “Fuck yeah, you like it hard, Ivy? You want me to pound my dick into you until you come?”
Her mouth opens but no words come out. I thrust and slip a finger inside. She sucks on it for a moment, but the intensity of what the other parts of me are doing make it impossible for her to keep it up.
So I just kiss her as we fuck. Over and over and over. Until I know she’s so close, all I have to do is talk her into it.
“You dirty whore,” I whisper. She moans back in response. “You sweet, filthy, dirty slut. Goddamn it, Ivy. Come or I swear to God, I’ll keep you here forever. I’ll never stop until you come.”
Her whole body seizes up. Perfectly still. I thrust so hard, her hands come up and almost knock me out. I grab her hair and pump my hips. Her nearly helpless hands, not so helpless anymore as she digs her nails into my shoulder. All I can see is her reluctant passion and her exposed throat as she arches her body and explodes.
I switch gears, slowing down so she can moan out her release. I kiss her mouth so I can capture those sounds, just keep kissing her mouth until she stills. And then I pull out and come all over her tits.
We lie there, sucking in air like we’ve never tasted anything as good as oxygen. Spent, and tired, and satisfied. I flop back on the bed, tugging her body into me. She tucks her bound hands into my chest when I swing a leg over her thigh and hold her down. Mine. She’s fucking mine and this seals the deal.
I stare out the window as her breathing evens out. The blackness out there, just like the blackness in here. And then Ivy sighs and presses her head into my neck, ready for sleep.
“How many times?” I ask.
“What?” she mumbles.
“How many times did you think I’d really rape you tonight?”
“Not now—”
“Answer me,” I urge softly. “I want to know if you thought this was real or not. I want to know how deep that trust went. I want to know if you thought I’d really do that.”