6. WILLOW

Iwake up slowly, my body and head hurt too much to even move. My hands and feet are practically numb from being bound for so long.

When I eventually try to move, everything comes back to me and I’m suddenly aware of the fact that there’s a cock inside me.

My eyes flash open and I take in my surroundings. I’m in a bedroom, my captors bedroom, in his bed with his cock inside me.

I don’t even know if he’s awake yet but I move hoping to get him out of me before he does wake up.

As I try to roll over, pain flashes through my body and I tense.

So does my pussy.

Dean groans behind me, “fuck, kitten, good morning to you too.” He rolls his hips and more pain flairs but this time from deep inside my pussy. “Could get used to waking up like this.”

“Please, don’t, I’m too sore.”

“All the more reason to fuck you then, you can describe every painful detail to me.”

Why does he enjoy tormenting me and why does my body seem to like it so much?

I grip the sheets as he uses me, pain quickly blurs into pleasure and my body starts to betray me again. No matter how much I want to disappear into myself, I can’t.

All I can think of is how he feels inside me and his words keep bringing me right back to him.

For such a ruthless man he has such a sweet tongue.

“You’re pussy’s so pretty stuffed full of my cock, Willow. Going to enjoy using you everyday.”

Until you’ve had enough of me, I think to myself.

“Stop focusing on the future and enjoy what we have now.”

Or maybe I didn’t think it.

Either way, it’s true though, no matter what he tries to make me believe. I’m sure a man like him will only be interested in me until his fun runs out. He said so himself. All he cares about is his own sick enjoyment and when that’s up it’s over for me.

Somehow even the thought of death doesn’t stop my body from vibrating as he teases my clit. I hiss out a wince as he tugs and pinches it. A part of me wants to give in and let myself enjoy all of this. If I’m going to die anyway, why not let myself feel some pleasure before the end?

“Does that hurt?”

“Yes,” I say through gritted teeth, my knuckles are white from how tight I’m clutching the sheet beneath me. It’s not all bad though, as that euphoric pleasure is building back up inside me but he doesn’t need to know that.

I don’t know why he has to keep asking me if it hurts. It’s not like he stops when I say yes.

If he’s trying to find my limits I’m pretty sure he’s become well acquainted with them, but he still keeps pushing me. I’m terrified at how far he’ll keep going, but for some reason that makes my heart rate speed up.

“Describe it.”

“What? No,” I gasp out as he thrusts in hard. My back arches from the impact.

“If you don’t, I won’t let you come,” Dean teases in a singsong voice.

Good.I don’t want to come.

If I really believe that, why is my body chasing any release it can get?

I can feel my orgasm so close but just out of reach, all I want is to ignore it but I can’t and my words tumble out. “It’s just—I don’t know. It all feels like too much. Too much inside me, too much all over me. Every time you touch me, it’s like there’s an intense heat burning inside me. I want to—I need to come…but I can’t. I can’t! I won’t!”

Dean’s forehead rests on the back of my shoulder as he listens to me and when he whispers, “good girl,” into my ear my whole body short circuits.

My muscles spasm uncontrollably and I want to tell him to make it stop but I know he can’t. This is my own undoing.

If hell exists then I’ve just bought a first class ticket straight there because this is the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.

Just as my orgasm recedes, he comes inside me, filling me up just like he promised he would. He’s a man of his word at least.

When he finally pulls out after hours of being inside me, my body trembles violently. He holds me close and traces patterns over my skin until the shock starts to wear off and I’m left feeling numb.

“What a perfect start to the day,” he mumbles against my temple and I do nothing. My mind and body have detached from one another. I can’t move or speak, I’m not even sure if I’m blinking as I stare vacantly ahead.

At some point I feel him move away and the loss of his heat makes my skin go cold.

Slowly, I come back to my senses and I hear the shower running. I manage to force myself to sit up. My pussy throbs but this time it brings no pleasure.

I should have fought him off. I should have done anything that wasn’t just lying there and taking it.

Whore.My dad”s voice pops into my head and I shake it away.

No, I’m not. I didn’t get a choice.

I hear my name being faintly called and I blink realizing Dean’s sat next to me, his hand brushing my cheek. Weakly, I push him away and he lets me.

I try to get my mouth to work to say something, anything but I just stare at him. It hurts that I still like the way he looks after what he’s done to me.

“You need a shower,” he says and I blink slowly.

A shower sounds good but not here, not with him. I look down, away from his face and realize he’s naked. We both are. That should bother me but I can’t bring myself to care.

From here, I can see more white and pink marks on his body. There are so many scars on him. I want to know what happened to him to make him the way he is but if I asked he’d probably just lie to get me to feel sorry for him or maybe just hurt me for even asking.

Still, that’s a lot of old wounds which means he’s been through a lot of pain. I hold my hands between my legs so I don’t end up touching him.

Then I shake my head.

“Yes, Willow, we both do. I’ll wash you then get you some breakfast. Your stomach keeps growling at me.”

It does? I can barely register being hungry or the cramps that my stomach makes as it tries to eat itself.

“No,” I manage to say but my voice sounds far away. “I want to go…” not home. I don’t have a home. If I leave here I’ll have nothing.

My last bit of money was spent on that stupid hostel and now I’ll have to live on the streets once I escape. Still that’s better than being here with him. Or is it? Maybe him killing me will be better than dying slowly on the streets.

“When will you do it?” I ask and Dean frowns at me. “When will you kill me? I want to know.”

His whole face darkens, his blue eyes no longer having their usual sparkle and his jaw clenches tight.

“Why do you have such a death wish? You’re meant to be begging for me to spare your life, not welcoming its end.” He stands up and reaches for his knife from the bedside table and I flinch. Was it there all along? I don’t remember.

I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for the first sting as it bites my flesh but there’s only a tug as he cuts my bindings. Blood flows back to my hands and feet making them tingle. I quickly try to stand hoping to fight my way past him but my legs turn to jelly and he catches me.

“When the time comes for you to die it’s because I”ve chosen it not because you”ve asked for it.”

“I hate you,” I say as he carries me to the bathroom and he chuckles.

He sets me down on a thin marble bench in the shower, it’s big enough to fit multiple people in so at least I can have some space away from him.

Even though I’m naked I don’t have the energy in me to try and cover myself, I don’t even care about feeling self conscious. He’s seen and touched all of me, why waste my efforts on trying to hide from him what he’s already stolen.

The shower head he’s stood under doesn’t cover where I reach, there’s another one positioned above me but it’s off. I find myself shivering from the cold whilst he’s over there in the heat but I refuse to follow him like a needy stray.

He washes himself with his back to me, his skin turning red from the hot water.

It’s hard to drag my eyes away from his body, his scars aren’t ugly they’re beautiful and haunting on his pale skin. He must have so many stories to tell. Shame he’s a madman, especially with an ass like that.

I laugh out loud and quickly clamp my mouth shut. I must be going mad already.

As he turns, I quickly look away, but I can see him approach from the corner of my eye.

He smells fresh as he stands in front of me. His cock dangles in front of my face and I keep my head turned firmly away from it, even though my eyes feel magnetized towards it.

Taking my hands, he helps me up, the pins and needles in my feet are only just starting to disappear so I still have to hold on tight to him so I don’t slip on the wet tiles.

When he leads me under the water, I cry out. It’s way hotter than what I’m used to and when it hits my freezing cold skin it feels like it’s scalding. I pull away from him and cling to the tiled wall just out of the water’s reach.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I shout, clutching my body tightly as he approaches me with an alarmed look on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“What do you think, asshole?” Dean looks me over but doesn’t seem to get it.

“You’re still sore from before?”

He’s clearly used to scalding hot showers or he’s just plain stupid.“Yes, but it’s the shower, it’s too hot.”

“Oh, shit,” he quickly says as he goes to turn the temperature down, reaching through the water like it’s nothing. “Was it really that bad?”

I shrug, not wanting to argue about what a good water temperature is when I’m stood in a very enclosed space with him completely naked. “I’m just cold so it probably felt hotter than it actually is.”

Dean takes my hand and positions me in front of him, his wet front pressed to my back. His cock’s not hard now but I can still feel it there against my lower back and other places I don’t want to think about. “See how that feels.” His calloused hand slides down my arm and over the back of my hand where he entwines his fingers in mine and raises them to the stream of water.

“That’s, um, fine,” I say, clearing my throat. I quickly pull my hand away from his and step forward.

The water feels amazing as it pours over my head and for a second I feel normal. That is until Dean’s fingers start massaging shampoo into my scalp. I tense up and try to move away but he holds my head in place making me give up again. ”Let me clean you up, after getting you so dirty.”

As much as I hate it, his fingers feel nice.

“Why were you all by yourself in that part of the city?” he asks as he tips my head back under the water to rinse the shampoo out, it smells like him. I smell like him now.

I shrug and wrap my arms around myself. “Why were you there?” I ask pointedly. “Why did you kill those men?” I turn to look up at him but all the confidence I thought I had is destroyed when I look into his piercing eyes.

Anywhere I look on him makes me feel different conflicting things. His chest full of scars makes me feel sorry for him, his cock reminds me of both the pleasure and pain he’s made me experience and his face is what hurts the most to look at because it’s a face I could fall in love with but I do it anyway, holding his gaze steady.

“It was my job. Now, I answered your question so you can answer mine.” He grabs my shoulders and walks me backwards until my back hits the tiles. “What was a little thing like you doing in a place that could have gotten you killed.”

My jaw drops. Does he even hear what he’s saying?

I want to press him for more information on what sort of job involves gutting one man and severing the throat of another but what’s the point? It’s not like I want to get to know him and I’m sure the answer will scare me more.

So why are my hands moving up his chest? My fingers glide over his rough skin, up to his face and I find myself pushing his wet hair back off his forehead so I can see him properly. My finger traces the scar on his hairline and he leans into my touch.

My heart does a little double jump and both of us seem to have stopped breathing. He doesn’t even move.

“I was lost,” I finally say, taking my hands away. “I was looking for the hostel that I was meant to be staying in.”

I watch him as he lathers up his hands with soap, his brow furrowed. “Why did you need a hostel?”

“Why do you think? It’s all I could afford.” I press myself further into the tiles as I realize those soapy hands are intended for me. Dean glides them over my neck and shoulders, his big hands kneading into me as he spreads the soap. He gives the marks he left on me extra attention. They sting but the feeling isn’t terrible.

“Lucky you found me then. Free room and board for the rest of your life.” He flashes me a grin and I’d knee him in the balls if I knew I wouldn’t collapse from the effort. It’s been so long since I last ate and I’m really starting to feel it now. If he wasn’t holding me up, I’d be on the floor.

I try to ignore the sensitive feeling of his hands on my breasts and hips. I know what he’s trying to do but it won’t work. I’m not giving into him again. Even if it does feel really, really good.

“Shame my life’s going to be so short then isn’t it? Or maybe that’s a good thing.” I scowl up at him and he grins at me making my knees feel even weaker.

My legs clamp shut as he starts to slip his hand between them and he clicks his tongue at me in disapproval. “Come on now. Don’t you want to show me how grateful you are for me taking you in?” He doesn’t stop squeezing my breasts whilst his other hand is insistent on getting to my pussy. With how wet and soapy we both are he manages to pry my legs open easily and his slick fingers slide between my thighs. I gasp and my knees almost give out but he keeps me pinned to the tiles.

“Dean, not again, please, I’ll pass out,” I plead with him, my breathy voice fanning his lips as he leans in so close to me.

His eyes flash as he realizes I’ve said his name for the first time.

I may have screamed it earlier as I was coming, but that was involuntary, just an in the moment thing. This time it feels different, more personal.

“Just let me touch you. I’d just die if I couldn’t.” His words stab me in the chest. He’s so cruel, with his constant taunts and teases. I’d rather he just shouted and screamed at me but his sweet words laced with venom hit so much worse.

As I start to sob, he kisses me and my arms wrap around his neck for support. At least that’s what I tell myself it’s for. My nipples brush against his chest, the rough skin there creating a delicious friction that sends electric sparks to my clit that he keeps stroking gently. His tongue is deep in my mouth and mine ends up tracing the scar on his lip.

All too soon, he’s pulling away, my body tries to follow his making my weight go off balance but he steadies me.

White stars fill my vision and for a moment I think I’m actually going to faint. When they fade I see that my hands have found their way to his chest again.

“Why are you doing this? Taunting me with whatever this is!” I cry as I jerk away from him.

“Just taking care of what’s mine.” His dark, hooded eyes trace down my body and I swallow the lump that’s formed in my throat.

What’s his? I try not to read too much into what that could actually mean.

“Like a pet,” I say weakly and his carefree half-smile returns.

“Yes, and I think my little kitten needs feeding.”

He turns the water off and scoops me up in his arms. The slippery feel of our bodies together makes my pussy clench on air and for the briefest of moments I wish his cock were inside me again.

I hate how he’s able to manhandle me so easily, like I’m a doll for him to play with and put down when he’s bored.