11. Draven

I 'm going to hang her out to dry.

At least that's what I'm going to tell myself to sedate my anger. When I catch her alone again, her ankles will be chained straight to the ceiling, legs spread, and left dangling until she's as dry as the Mojave Desert.

Am I chasing a comic? I feel like at any point, a camera crew is going to jump out from behind the walls of this Voodoo house shouting, ‘Surprise, bitch!'.

If she didn't taste and smell so damn good, I'd kill her, holy fuck … Yet, if she keeps testing my patience, I may feed whatever is left of her when I'm done, to Shade.

Yeah, right, moron.

Imagining that ass not blessing me is a strange sensation I can't ignore. Because as much as she's annoying the absolute fuck out of me, I'm strangely drawn to keep chasing.

It's why I'm in this dark ass room, arms crossed over my chest, waiting for her to predictably walk right through that door. It's easy to lead a mouse into its cage when they fear something at their heels.

Plus, who can't resist a button that says, ‘Push Me'?

Apparently not my Little Sheep, because just as my mind wonders to how long I'll be waiting, the door slides open. I can't help but laugh, the slow thrum of it echoing in the small space.

"So much to learn," I speak low, just as the deep purple lights slowly illuminate the space around us. This is my favorite room in this atrocity of an attraction. Not that the ceiling is any higher, but I'll be on my knees most of the time anyhow.

"Fuck this." She scrambles to turn around, but the door is already closed and locked.

I slip my phone out of the pocket and type away, telling Tess to lock the ‘Pillow Room', so I won't be interrupted this time.

"When I said run, I—"

"You know, I swore you couldn't touch me until your maze, Big Guy. Do you break all the rules? Why are you hunting me here, I thought—"

"Do you ever stop talking?" I still have her underwear in my pocket, I could shut her up, which I plan to but let's see if I can silence her like before.

Her arms cross over her chest, "No."

Painfully obvious.

I roll my eyes and push myself off the wall. The moment I take a step toward her, she's pressing herself against the door.

"Wait!"

Unfortunately for her, I've tuned her out. When she balls her fists, my eyebrows furrow, and I tilt my head, taking in her self-defense stance.

Okay, that's cute.

I must admit, the fact she thinks she can fight me off with fists, turns me on. Actually, so much so, I do have to adjust.

"Let's talk about this—"

"Do you know what that is?" Cutting her off, I point over to the singular object in the middle of the room.

The look of surprise on her face tells me she does, and she hadn't been paying much mind to what the room was before entering. If she had, she'd have seen the sign above that wrote: ‘medieval witch hunt'. While this device was used beyond witches in Salem, it's still holding its place with that period of time.

"Are you going to chop my head off?" Her voice is low, and I do hear a hint of worry behind it, but not much. Dare I say, she may not fear death?

I lean forward, drawing her gaze right back to mine. She has dropped her fists, and her breathing has become uneven. If she wanted me to stop, all she would have to do is use that amulet I see dangling from her petite neck. She won't though because I know how badly she wants this.

Leaning against my arm, now resting on the wall beside her head, I grin, "I quite like your head right where it is." Her hands are slowly shifting upward, and I can see the twitch in them. She's a fighter, and I know those nails of hers will hurt like Hell if I'm not careful.

"Do you want to go into it willingly or…" I offer her the chance to make a smart choice.

"You're a fucking lunatic if you think—" My hand is around her throat, silencing her and making her gasp.

"That's what I thought."

Her fingers lace between my hand that is now pulling her like a dog toward the center of the room. Right where the stocks are open, ready for its prisoner. It's wooden frame with holes for the head and hands, sturdy enough for this Little Sheep. Lucky for her, there will be no public execution or shaming.

Just her and I, and what I'm going to give her.

"Stop!" She throws out a kick and when it lands at my shin, I groan through clenched teeth.

Her weight drops and for a moment I'm taken by surprise, enough for her to reach for my knife and begin tugging it from its holder.

My eyebrow twitches. "Not yet, Petit Mouton ." I seize her hand with my free one and pull her in front of me, spinning her so her back presses against my chest. I then grip her jaw firmly in my hand. "We will get there."

As hard as she's trying to stop, pressing her feet outward as if the straw at them is giving her any leverage to halt, it's no use. We are before the stock and she's letting out a scream just as I shove her head down.

"Hand in." I command, the one of hers I have is already in place, and I'm waiting impatiently for her to do the other.

"Big Guy, come on—I—"

"That name…" I growl, still trying to figure out whether I hate being called that or not. When Troy said it, I could have cut his tongue out, but her, I'm still processing.

"Hand… In…" I say a bit more forcefully this time.

She curses a slew of words, some I don't understand because they are a garbled mess, but soon she's placing her other hand into the slot.

I smirk and press my groin, which is at complete attention from her fighting me, against her ass. "Good, proie. "

A heavy gasp slips from her, "W-what does that mean?!" she says through bated breath. " Proie… "

The wooden frame slams shut with a loud clack, making her jump. I circle around her, observing as her eyes dart in search of me. When I come into view, I become her sole focus. Her neck strains to look at me, but I'll be considerate and kneel down so she doesn't have to stretch herself.

With one knee down and another propped up, I rest my elbow onto it and lean a mere inch from her face. "Prey."

She swallows, and pulls a smile across those tantalizing lips. "So, what, are you going to eat me? Some weird cannibal fetish? Cause I-I'm not really into that."

I tilt my head, my gaze narrowing. "I'll be eating alright." Those eyes of hers round. "You did request it, after all."

My hand comes up to her cheek, my thumb brushing against the scar on her lip. Although she jerks, she doesn't tremble or try to bite me. I find myself curious about them, the permanent markings on her lip and eyebrow. I've got plenty of hours with her to ask, however, this isn't the moment for that.

"I'm not a man of many words," I say through a thunderous sigh.

"You don't say…" Her voice is breathless, but she's making an effort to maintain her playful, humorous demeanor.

"But I do need to teach you a lesson."

The gasp she produces makes my grin wider. "A F-French lesson?"

I'll admit, she's quick on her feet when it comes to this back-and-forth game we are playing.

What sort of traumatic life have you lived, Little Sheep, that you have to be so on your toes?

I lean in, and smell the fruity tang that she offers, even from her breath. "Before I begin…" My hand shifts from her cheek, slides through her thick hair, and grips it at the roots. She hisses as I pull her head back as far as it will go without tearing at the skin of her throat. "You need to know what to be screaming in a moment."

When she whimpers, I am ready to ravage that throat of hers.

"I am no God, ma proie , so do not call for one. Death has not been one in many, many centuries." The hand that isn't gripping her hair moves to her throat, my thumb drawing a line straight up to her chin. "When you scream, you scream for me: Draven." I pause as she flexes her jaw. "Say it, so I know you understand."

"Draven…"

Yeah, my name was meant for that tongue. It sends a tremor down my spine and I'm ready to hear it bounce off these walls.

"Very good. So… fucking… good." I release her hair and stand. "I'll be right back."

"What?!" she shouts. "What do you mean?!"

"I'm thirsty." I lie, and circle around her.

"Wait! Don't leave me in here! No, no!" The singular exit door is adjacent to the one she walked through, and while I am actually not going to leave her, I do open it. "Draven! Get back here!"

Before closing the door, I take a deep breath, and lean against the wall. The door shuts and she lets out a deafening scream. Her legs attempting to pull her through the stock, as if she could escape it. It's latched and as lithe as her wrists are, her hands won't fit through it.

Do I put it past her not to break her wrists to get out? No, I don't, it's why I'm not actually leaving.

I want to see her fear.

"That piece of shit!" I take the moment she screams to take another breath, staying as still as possible. "I do need to teach you a lesson, ah!!" She's mocking me, and I have to force back my laugh or else I'll give away that I'm still here. " Ma proie, blah blah, Petit Mouton , bitch!"

What a filthy little mouth you have, my dear.

"I'm going to shove my finger so far up his ass!"

I truly don't like people talking about my ass, but, if she lets me stick my fist in hers, maybe I'll allow her pinky.

"Draven!" Even though it's one of frustration, her screaming my name, I'm ready to bury myself into her. "Fucking giant of a beast, I bet your cock is a pen in your hand!"

I know she doesn't feel that way because she's felt it. May not have seen it, yet, but she knows better. I'll make sure to swap that mindset, because I want her fearful of it before I drown her.

With one last scream, I grab hold of the door handle, and open it.

"Hello?! Draven!?" As I close it and the metal latch clicks, she calls out and squirms her hips from side to side. I can see her straining her neck. "Hello…?" she murmurs, and I slowly drag one foot across the floor.

She jumps. "Draven!? Please! Fuck off!"

My eyebrow cocks, and I tap my foot, loud enough to sound like a step.

"I'll kill you! Whoever you are! Don't touch me!" She is feisty, Troy wasn't wrong.

"Keep saying my name," I command, causing her to yelp, before she releases a frustrated scream. "I do enjoy it."

"I hate you! God—"

"What did I say?!" I shout, my voice so intense it nearly vibrates through me. The sharpness of my tone seems to frighten her, which is exactly what I intended. In this space with me, nothing can save her. Gods have no place where I stand.

I push off the wall and stride toward her.

"Ready for your lesson?" The moment I'm beside her, my fingers are trailing along the rim of her jeans. Finding the button and undoing it before slowly lowering the zipper.

I can see the bumps on her exposed lower back, where her shirt is pulled up slightly. The hairs on her skin are lifted, and her body trembles slightly. Her silence isn't surprising—she's struggling with her desire for this, and by staying silent, she likely thinks she's resisting the inevitable.

"Max…" Her gasp as I say her name makes me grin. "Speak."

"What is t-the lesson?"

Slowly I begin moving her pants down from her hips to her ass. "Before you tried to teach me how to please you. I was very offended." Her swallow was audible, and I can see that she's slowly moving her legs outward. "Your lesson is to learn your place about the pleasure I can provide, and so when even thinking about trying to disrespect how I make you feel, you'll know you are a filthy little liar."

I love how her cheeks bounce when I pull the fabric down to her thighs and straight to her ankles.

"Just as I suspected," I croon as I come to stand right behind her. "Perfect."

I do enjoy her whimpering, but no more so than seeing her soaked lips begging to be kissed. Is it bad that I'm going to have my tongue down her cunt before it is down her throat? For the briefest moment, I contemplate it, but I decide she will need to earn that.

With her pants around her ankles, she can only spread them shoulder width apart. My fingers graze the back of her thighs, and as I touch her, she jumps, those goosebumps intensifying down both of her legs. Her olive skin is soft, and probably the only delicate thing about her.

My hands consume the curve of her ass as I spread her open to see exactly what I'll be worshipping with my tongue. "Naughty Petit Mouton , you shaved. Were you hoping to get lucky here, or by that little boy Ben tonight back at your hotel?"

I bring my thumb across her pussy lips, feeling the warmth I can't wait for her to provide to my cock. Her gentle moan enough to make me groan with need.

Patience… I have to remind myself.

"Tell me," I demand, my thumb brushing down toward her bundle of nerves.

"L-Lucky… Here." she breathes, and I slowly move down to my knees. The action making her legs buckle.

"Bend them, ma proie , I do not want to break you so quickly."

There is no hesitation as she slightly bends them for me, but not by much. "Do you feel lucky?" I ask as I bring the opposite thumb to help spread her apart. What a perfect cunt she has, fuck , I am going to absolutely destroy it and leave my mark.

Her soft moan as I blow air against her hardened clit is followed by, "Yes…"

My stomach fills with excitement, her cunt clenching as I see her arousal dripping for attention. "You smell so fucking good, let's see how you taste." I don't hesitate to find out, and as my tongue flattens against her clit, then straight to her core, she lets out a loud, unfiltered moan.

Just as sweet as I thought, with the perfect mixture of salt that makes me dive my tongue right into her cunt. Her back curves and I can feel her legs already trembling.

My attention returns to her clit, which is as hard as my cock at this point. It twitches between my teeth before my lips wrap around it, and suck. Her song of pleasure bounces around the small space, and I groan with its rising intensity.

"Oh, fuck! Yes!" she calls out in approval. Not that I need it, I can tell by how her legs struggle to keep her upright and her back tries to curve into a capitol ‘C'.

Her panting only intensifies as I move two fingers up to her cunt and slip them inside. The loud gasp turns into a shriek, as she learns just how long my fingers are. I don't stop until my knuckles are fighting to be wrapped in her warmth. My fingers curl to brush against the glorious spot that makes her shift her feet to try and spread wider.

I purposefully kept her pants there; I don't need her slipping and sliding around on the hay.

Turning my head, I flick my tongue against her begging bundle of nerves, and she thrusts her hips back against me, as if I'm not going hard enough for her.

I chuckle and remove my hand that was holding her spread on one side and wrap my arm around her hips to pull her flush to my face. Before diving without the consequences of suffocating, I take a breath, enjoying her scent that will linger on my face for hours, I have no doubt.

A third finger slips between her cunt, stretching her nicely, she'll need it to fit me inside her. I begin to pump in and out as my tongue devastates her clit.

Her moans and screams mixed with my name is driving me to bring her to a point of never returning. She may think this is not punishment, but I am destroying her. No one will make her feel this way ever again, and I plan to make this weekend a permanent stamp in her mind. That whomever tries to please her, will never compare. That will be her torture forever.

"Oh fuck, Draven, yes! Don't stop!"

I continue to fuck this beautiful cunt of hers, but I lean away from her clit. "Say… please."

She mixes a moan with a scream, her hips attempted to push her back to my face, but I hold her tight. My fingers never relenting.

"Please, fuck, please!"

I feel her convulse around my fingers, and I know she's so close. " Proie, I need you to be a good girl for me and not hold your bladder." My arm retreats from around her hips to press a firm hand against her lower stomach. "Relax everything as you come all over my face. Do you understand?"

When she hesitates, my fingers push so far into her that I have to curl them forward, as her wall protests. She throws her head back and I can see her raven hair falling over the stock. "Yes, I understand—" she screams, and I smile.

"If you hold back," I warn, my lips mere inches from her clit, "I'll stop, and hang you out to dry for your disobedience."

I can feel her stomach release the tension in it, and I know she's ready. My tongue flattens against her clit and roll it like that of the waves crashing against the shore. The pounding into her pussy causes the sound of her arousal to only become louder as she is beginning to come undone.

The pulsing of her clit as her cunt milks my fingers, as though its my cock, makes me moan. That singular added vibration sends her right over the edge. My hand pushes against her stomach as her body falls into her climax, and just like my good prey, she does as she's been told.

Her body vibrates as she squirts all over my mouth and face, my fingers ferociously pounding her cunt while my thumb from the hand pushing on her stomach comes to roll against her clit. I need her to make a mess of my face, and she does just that.

"Fuck," I breathe. " Une si bonne fille. "

Only once her legs completely begin to give out, do I slide my fingers from her and kiss up her lips to her ass.

I'm ruined, holy fuck. That was everything I hoped for.

Standing, I move around to face her and take satisfaction in the look of devastation on her face. Her lips are swollen, likely from biting them, and tears pool at the corners of her eyes. The attempt to catch her breath as she looks up at me through veiled eyes, makes me smile.

"So perfect," I croon, and once again kneel before her. "Now, be a good prey and clean up your mess." My face close enough for her to run her tongue along any part of it, and by the rounding of her eyes, I know she's surprised.

Oh, how I am going to enjoy you, Little Sheep.