Page 26 of Twisted

But it was over soon. She felt him release down her throat. He chuckled, grinning, eyes closed in ecstasy. He rolled off her, and she leapt up, running to the bathroom, locking herself in. Rushing to the nearest basin, she clutched at the sink and vomited, throat raw, his putrid semen making her stomach churn, and she puked up her dinner as well. Shaky, crying, she turned on the sink, washing away the evidence, splashing her face and rinsing her mouth with minty wash. A knock on the door sent her jumping, but before she could speak, his annoyed voice reached her.

“I need in, Maisie. You’re taking forever.”

Clutching the ivory sink hard enough her knuckles blanched, Maisie raised her red rimmed, teary eyes to the mirror. She didn’t recognize the woman that stared back at her. He was stripping her away, piece by agonizing piece. And she knew, before long, he would take everything she had to offer and turn it to dust just to prove to everyone she was nothing without him.

But she would prove him wrong.

A smile curled onto her ruby lips. His end would come. And when it did, she would be free. Until then, though, she clung to that hope like her last match in the wilderness.

Jaeger

Present Day

Eight hours.

Jaeger sat up in his bed, arms and legs crossed, his eyes on the clock.

Eight fucking hours.

He hadn’t moved, not since he’d closed the door on his Maisie girl. He’d figured a few hours at most, but she was ten minutes past eight, and she had hardly made a peep. Sure, she cried at first, but he knew it was more from the overall situation than discomfort. Now, though…he scratched at his jaw, quirking his head to the side as he stared at his bathroom door.

He’d performed this act once before on a woman he’d thought was from hardy stock. It had been all an act of foreplay, he the dom, her the sub. She’d lasted a measly forty-five minutes before she’d used her safe word and begged to be released. And she’d claimed she was a professional. Jaeger snorted now at that.

The professional submissive was just beyond that door.

Submissive in that she had a keen sense about her; she knew people, was clearly an empath. If Jaeger’s musings were correct, she could gauge when he was being more serious. Meaning she had dealt with people she needed to tread carefully around. He knew just the man she’d had to walk on eggshells around. He wondered at the hell she’d lived through, a twinge of guilt tugging at his heart. He wouldn’t put her through the same type of affliction; once he had what he needed, he’d figure out what to do. He couldn’t condemn her to a life in prison for defending herself, but he couldn’t turn a blind eye to the fact that his very own sister was currently wasting away behind bars. He needed an answer, but he knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

Before his musings could slip too far into her murky past, he heard it. A soft sniffle, then a cry, and then—as his heart stilled—a muffled plea. He smirked, heart thumping, cock straining against the prison of his jeans. His eyes flicked once more to the clock.

Thirty more minutes, Maisie girl, he told himself. Let her fear simmer. Let it sink in that this torture could be worse. The truth—it would all flow forth tonight. And he would be there to consume it.

The minutes ticked by slower than molasses, and at twenty-six, he gave up, her cries louder, more insistent now. She needed him, and he needed her. Fair was fair. He trudged to the bathroom door, the floorboards creaking noisily beneath him. Pushing the door with a steady hand, her bent form came into stark view—an outline of her silhouette against the backdrop of the moonlight and silvery leaves through the window.

She didn’t turn her head, didn’t acknowledge him. Feisty, even in her defeat. God, he hopelessly loved her stubborn streak. Aside from her eyes and her thick thighs, her stubbornness was what made him hard. He pushed forward into the space, her hair knotted and dangling down, expertly shading the tips of her hanging breasts. He took a deep breath at the sight of her close up; body lithe but strong, her ivory skin glowing bluish silver, the bumps of her spine a road map to the top of her ass, a place he’d yet to explore but hoped to soon.

“You ready to talk, baby doll?” he said. She jumped as he spoke, and a spasm of shivers overtook her. Much to his pleasure, she whimpered and nodded. Reaching out his hand, he gently settled it flat across her shoulder blade. She inhaled sharp, swayed away from his touch and whimpered, but he just kept his hand there, slowly dragging it down the smooth planes of her back, to the ropes binding her to the wall.

With one tug, her hips were free, and she sagged, sighing in relief.

“On your knees, baby,” he hushed, voice strained with his excitement. This was it. He’d get the hard drive, save Linds, and figure out how to take his Maisie far, far away so they could be together.

She obeyed, body slackening, head rolling to her shoulder as her eyes slipped closed. There was a pile of drool on the floor near her knees. He felt a sting of pity. But a battle was a battle, and Maisie had started a fucking war when she’d offed those men and pinned the blame on someone else. Jaeger could love her despite it, could forgive her for becoming so cold, especially now that he knew more about her turbulent life.

Cautious with his movements, he faced her straight on, her lips level with the head of his pulsing cock.

“Eyes open when you tell me the truth, Maisie Jane.”

He cupped her face, holding her heavy head up, and her lids slowly blinked open. Pushing his fingers across her cheeks and knotting it into the hair at the back of her head, he held her gaze. Defeated. Submitting. Accepting of her fate. She’d had time to think in peace and quiet with Jaeger’s trademark twisted punishment.

With a flick of his fingers, the ball and gag loosed, and Maisie choked, pushing against it with her tongue in her haste to be free.

“Hold on, baby, gotta go slow,” Jaeger said, and she immediately obeyed, eyes flicking from those green orbs to his hand. He brought it to the ball portion, and using his thumb and index finger, he slid his digits through her slippery spit and grasped the ball.

“Open wide as ya can,” he said, voice gentle and calming as one might use to tame a frightened horse.

With a pained whimper, her eyes flashed to his, her chest straining with her heavy breaths. She was panicking, looking to him for reassurance. He soothed the back of her head with his other hand. Straining, crying, she moved her jaw just enough to allow the ball to be raked past her teeth. As soon as it was out, she sucked in a breath and sagged, sobbing.

Jaeger cupped her chin, tipping her eyes back to his. There were two extra-strength Tylenols on his spare bedside table, next to a glass of water and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The second sandwich, really, since he’d grown hungry waiting for her to give up and he couldn’t resist. There was also a clean shirt, a pair of his wool socks, and an extra blanket. He knew it was summer in the Smokies, and that his cabin had no AC, but he wanted to make sure Maisie’d be comfortable.