Page 9 of Madness

“No.” I couldn’t admit he was right. Couldn’t get pulled further into him. I closed my eyes and tried to drown out the sensations coursing through my body.

Maybe I should just ask his name and tell him mine. Maybe this torture would end. Except I knew it was just the beginning. It didn’t matter what I did. He was going to do what he wanted.

“You think you can tell me no?” He growled. “You think I can’t fuck that word out of your mouth?”

The ripping of my panties echoed in the room. My heart pounded on my ribs as I waited to hear the sound of his belt or his zipper. But it didn’t come. Instead, he shoved his fingers inside me.

My back arched at the rough assault, pressing my ass further into his thick cock. I shamelessly rubbed against him as he pumped his hand in and out of me. I barely knew what I was doing.

I had never felt so full, so desperate, before. I could feel my orgasm lingering right on the edges, and I wanted it. I wanted to come badly. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone else had touched me. And it had never felt like this.

This was angry, ruthless, depraved. It was out of my control, so I didn’t try and stop it. I knew I couldn’t.

“Do you fucking hear how wet you are for me? How much you love this?” He grunted in my ear. “Are you going to tell me no now? When your body is begging me to make you come like the little slut you are?”

I whimpered as he bit down on my neck again. I wanted to rage. To tell him no. To tell him I wasn’t a slut. That I didn’t like this. But my mouth only opened on another moan.

My knuckles were white from the grip I had on the wall and his hands. My lungs starved for air as I rocked with his rhythm. I chased my release. He added a third finger filling me more than I could take. I felt the burn as he shoved the heel of his hand into my clit. My inner walls clamp down on him. The intense pain, mixed with pleasure, shoved me over the cliff.

I cried out as I came, hard. Free falling into nothing. Light burst behind my eyes, and my legs shook with the force of my orgasm.

Before the tremors stopped, he pulled his fingers out and spun me around with his hold on my hands. I stared into unfeeling blue eyes. He’d touched me until I came, and still, there was nothing behind his eyes.

My chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as I watched him bring his hand to his mouth, the one that was inside me. His tongue came out as he slowly traced it along his fingers, licking my arousal from them. His eyes closed like he was savoring the taste before looking back at me.

“The sweetest little slut I’ve ever tasted.” He smiled, and I saw the sadism in his eyes. The cruel torture he was enjoying.

I swallowed thickly as I turned my head away. I refused to cry in front of him. I refused to show him how much he was hurting me. How embarrassed I was at my body’s reaction. Because even though my mind didn’t want to do it, my body loved it. I’d come harder than I ever had.

I didn’t know if it was the pain or because he was forcing me. I didn’t want to know why I enjoyed it so much. I didn’t want to enjoy it. I didn’t want to be like him.

“Can you just let me go?” I whispered.

He released my hands but didn’t step back. I used the opportunity to pull up my tights and put my skirt back in place. My ruined underwear sat at his feet, and I didn’t bother to pick them up. I ignored the way my fishnets dug into the sensitive skin of my pussy.

“You don’t want to stay in here and keep playing with me?” A sick smile twisted his lips. “You should at least return the favor.”

The anger I’d been suppressing roared to life inside me. I raised my hand and slapped him across the face, surprising him for a brief second. His masked slipped, and I saw the demon inside before the smile returned to his face.

The anger clawed at me, forcing me to act. I shoved him in the chest. He didn’t move, so I shoved him again. He just smiled down at me like he was enjoying the fight. Like my futile attempts to get away from him were funny.

“This isn’t a game to me. It’s my life! And you ‘playing with me’ is costing me tips.” I yelled. “So, thanks for wasting my time and forcing me to eat saltines for dinner this week just so you can get off on wielding your power like every other rich fucker who comes in here.”

Something flashed in his dark blue eyes; for a second, they appeared lighter than they had all night. As if he actually felt sorry for what he’d done. But then it was gone. I’d probably imagined it. Wanting to find some humanity in him.

I whipped around again, and my hand closed around the door. I wrenched it open. The music from the club assaulted me. Burning into my already overstimulated mind. I started to run away from him. But then a firm hand gripped my ponytail, stopping me mid-step. My heart dropped to my stomach as my scalp burned. He really wasn’t going to let me go. His scent surrounded me again, only this time, it was mixed with the scent of my arousal.

Embarrassment and fire flamed my cheeks. I didn’t want him to smell like me. I didn’t want to smell him on my skin. His lips brushed my ear as he spoke loud enough to be heard over the noise of the club. “I’ll see you soon, little dove.”

Then he released me. I stumbled forward at the loss of his support. I recovered quickly and raced away from him. I didn’t look back. I didn’t need to. I could feel his eyes on me as if his hand still gripped my hip. I felt the invisible strings that now tied us together.

I hoped if I ran far enough away, they would snap. But I was afraid I would break before they did.

7

Kincaid

Ilet out a relieved breath as I closed and locked my apartment door behind me. A part of me had been worried the demon would follow me home. After all, he said he’d see me again. I spent the short walk back to my apartment looking over my shoulder and straining to hear any sound in the distance.