Page 121 of Jake's Angel
“I don’t think you really want to know how I learned to do that, but I’m happy you find my skills are to your satisfaction.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me, then rolls to the side. I turn over to face him, confused at his statement when he informs me, “You asked how I do that?”
Both my hands fly to cover my now tomato red face. I really need to do something about my mouth. He laughs at me, pulling my hands away from my face. “You’re cute when you’re blushing.”
“Shut up.” I slap his chest. “I don’t mean to do it, but I guess some things just have a way of sneaking out.” He’s smiling at me, pushing my damp hair away from my forehead, and places a small kiss there before getting up and walking to the bathroom.
When he comes back, he has a warm washcloth and cleans me up. It’s a sweet, although uncomfortable gesture. I feel awkward, yet somehow it makes me feel special. He tosses the rag in the hamper. I move to get up, thinking I should gather my things, when his big hand grabs me and jerks me back onto the bed, pulling me to lie back down. “Where do you think you’re going?” He slides in beside me, leaning on his elbow.
“I don’t know. I just thought …” I sigh, turning over to face away from him. His arm snakes around me, bringing my back firmly against his front. I don’t miss the way his cock is rubbing between my ass cheeks. He rubs light circles with his hand on my stomach.
“Hmmm. Stop thinking. I told you. You’re not going anywhere. You’re mine now.” He grumbles behind me. I sigh, deciding to give in, for now. “Sleep, Angel.” Before I can say anything else, his breathing has changed, and his body has gone still. With the warmth of his body against mine and the overwhelming sense ofrightI feel being here in his arms, that’s all it takes for me to allow sleep to overtake me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
AVERY
“Don’t worry,Princess, this will be fast. It’s not the way I wanted our first time to be, but beggars can’t be choosers. Especially if I’m going to get this sweet virgin pussy before my father does.” He growls his appreciation as his hands roam slowly over my body.
The man above me has both my wrists pinned above my head with one hand tying them together using a zip tie with the other. The other man holds my ankles down, spreading my legs wide open. He—Kyle Whittmore—the one intent on harming me, on raping me, is straddling me, making sure to keep me where he wants me; thrashing beneath him.
He leans down close, sniffing my hair and licking my cheek with his tongue, following its wet trail with his finger. I can feel his erection digging into my stomach as he thrusts himself against me, mimicking what’s coming. He kisses my mouth, but I clamp my lips closed tight, not wanting to give him even the slightest piece of myself. I knew he would try something eventually when he admitted he thought my constant rejectionswere my own twisted version of foreplay. Kyle promised he would show me what real foreplay was once our relationship was finalized.
A relationship I have never consented to.
Kyle continues to kiss down my jaw to my neck as he drags something from his back pocket. He sits up, giving me a small reprieve from his mouth. Looking down at me, he pulls out a knife, flicking it open and closed several times. I close my eyes, anticipating his next move, when he leans in, grabbing my jaw with so much intensity it forces my eyes to open in shock.
“That’s it, Princess. You’re going to watch my every move. I want you to see the pleasure on my face as I play with your body and make it mine.” Kyle sits up and before I can register what’s happening, he rips my T-shirt open with the knife. Tears are streaming relentlessly down my face. I try to scream, but nothing comes out.
“Look at you. So pretty. Untouched.” He laughs maniacally, as if remembering something funny. “Well, you were until now. But it’s ok, because when I’m done here, and we finally get your grandfather to see the inevitability of this deal, we’ll get to play any time I want.” I try to kick my feet and finally a scream starts to form, but it’s cut off by a rag being shoved in my mouth. “No, no, Princess.” He waves his finger in front of my face. “We can’t have you making any noises and ending our fun, now, can we?” Kyle leans down once again and licks my cheek while forcing the rag further into my mouth, causing me to gag. “Oh, the sounds you’ll make for me once I finally have you stripped naked and tied to my bed.” He sits up again, a look of sheer ecstasy on his face.
“Or maybe I’ll strip you down and put you in a cage like your grandmother did.” My breath hitches and my eyes go wide. “Oh, you didn’t know?” He laughs, pumping himselfagainst me a few more times. My stomach turns in revulsion at the images he’s painting in my mind.
“She sent pictures.” His smile is sinister and his breath reeks. “The night dear old Chuck stripped you down to nothing but that light blue bra and panty set. I must say I was disappointed he left clothing on at all, but the collar and the handcuffs were beautiful accessories. I should commend him the next time I see him.”
“It’s what sold me on the deal, you know.” He runs the blade along my collarbone. “There were other bidders, but she owed me. Your grandmother.” He seems almost entranced in the knife's movement. He flicks the blade, nicking my skin. It stings and more tears fall, but I don’t make a sound. Fighting like hell to breathe. His weight and the realization of what’s about to happen to me and who is at fault for it, are stealing the very breath from my lungs.
I have to fight this!
“Most couldn’t tell you were drugged in the photos, but I knew. I gave them the exact amount to keep you awake, high, but not remember your actions. It’s the same shit we give the women on staff.” He laughs at his sick joke.
“I hated her for showing them to the others, but it was her way of gouging the price. If there was enough interest in the product, well, supply and demand. You know how it goes. But I was able to work out the perfect arrangement for both parties. You’re going to be my wife, Princess.”
I scream behind the gag, but the sound is too muffled. There’s no one around to hear my screams anyway. I’m alone and at Kyle’s mercy.
“I promise I’ll let you scream until your little heart’s content, but it will have to wait until another day, Princess.” Kyle says as he finally releases my face.
He takes the knife and cuts open my bra, causing my breasts to spill out. I shake my head, thrusting my hips, trying to get any leverage I can to make him stop. He only smiles bigger the more I thrash around beneath him. It’s turning him on even more to know I don’t want this and am powerless to get away from him.
He reaches down, squeezing my breasts so hard I know there will be bruises left behind from his hands. “God, you have amazing breasts, Princess. I’m so glad you didn’t get implants like those other girls. It will be nice to have something real in my bed for once.” He leans down and bites my nipple so hard, causing another muffled cry to leave my mouth. “Delicious.” He says as he wipes my blood from his lips with the back of his hand.
Standing a few feet away is the watcher. His phone rings loudly. I see him out of the corner of my eye, not wanting to take my attention off Kyle for too long.
He fumbles around and answers immediately. Kyle doesn’t like my attention has strayed to his friend and backhands my face. “Uh, uh, uh, sweetheart. You will keep your attention on me while we have our first play date together.” He growls in my face before squeezing my breasts again.
I keep my eyes on him, but strain to hear the conversation taking place next to me in hopes it will tell me who these other three men are. I can’t hear anything he’s saying. So, I focus all my attention on the man above me.
Kyle uses the knife to cut my yoga pants and again I begin to thrust my hips, causing the blade to slice my inner thigh as he tears the leg of my pants away. I feel the knife slice into my flesh and scream around the rag, but it’s no use.
“Now, look what you made me do, Princess.” He tsks at me as he swipes his finger against the blood trickling down my leg. He stares at it for a moment, then brings his finger to his mouthand sucks it clean. “You’ve made me mark your beautiful skin.” He says, grabbing my thigh, causing the blood to drip more. “I actually like the idea of leaving my mark on you. Maybe we should do a few more, so you remember who you belong to. What do you think?” I shake my head frantically. Tears keep coming. The fear in my eyes was nothing more than fuel for his sick pleasure.