Chapter 3

Chapter Three

CARA

I t's been four days. Rhett has spent nearly every waking moment in this room, but he hasn't touched me since Halloween night.

I think he's trying to give me space. Maybe even a little time to heal.

But he's barely keeping it together. He's hiding it the best he can even though it's clear he's fighting an internal battle with himself. There's a slight shake to his words when he looks at me for too long. Like he's a caged animal desperate to break free, desperate to fuck, but he's holding back.

Twice a day, Rhett tends to my wounds, which are healing quickly because of how often he treats them. Pumpkin vines have more spikes than a fucking cactus.

Remove the bandage, cleanse, apply an antibiotic ointment, and then apply a new bandage. Over and over again, every day, like his sole purpose is to take care of me. He's gentle as he tends to my cuts, using the softest pressure, which involuntarily draws goosebumps to the surface of my skin. The way his eyes darken when he sees them makes my stomach flip. Sometimes I'm not sure if it's the anticipation of him fucking me again, or if it's fear. If I'm being completely honest with myself, it's probably both. It is both.

He's terrifying as fuck, but he excites me. Each time he enters my bedroom I can't help but find myself panting, needy, completely consumed by his presence, and there's nothing I can fucking do about it.

I've spent countless hours over the past four days trying to convince myself that Rhett's a deranged monster, feral and lost to his own darkness, but the more I get to know him, the more I feel like I'm losing myself. The possibility that I'm the monster has crossed my mind more than once.

Is it possible that I'm as psychotic as he is?

Once the initial shock of finding Jonah's severed head on my porch wore off, I realized that I haven't shed a single tear for him. Truthfully, I'm not even sad. I hated him for what he did to me at the party, and Rhett took care of it, even though he went about it in the most unhinged and fucked up way possible. He handled it.

God, it sounds so fucked up, but I almost feel relieved to not have to hide my friends-with-benefits relationship with him from Sloan anymore. We swore we wouldn't keep secrets, but he was the one thing I could never get myself to tell her about. She despised him, rightfully so, and I was ashamed. I should have walked away from him when we ran into each other at the corn roast festival last year, but I was too desperate. Too horny.

And what did I get from it? Jack shit.

The sex was mediocre at best, and I faked every orgasm. Ninety-nine percent of the time I went straight to my drawer of dildos and vibrators after hooking up with Jonah.

Speaking of my sex toys, Rhett has taken them hostage. Every single one of them.

Not only does he have my phone, my laptop, my car keys, and my sanity, but he's got my toys. When he first found them, he spent well over an hour rummaging through the stockpile, analyzing each one and figuring out their intended purpose. He almost lost control when he turned on my favorite vibrator. The sound of its buzz alone forced a moan from my lips. My fucked up side wanted him to press it to my clit, rubbing it in firm circles until I came for him, and I know he saw that feral look in my eye. That's why he left with them so quickly, moving them out of sight and out of mind. For all I know, he threw them away when he took the trash out yesterday, and the garbage man dumped my prized collection of sex toys in the landfill.

I'm lost in thought, getting wetter and wetter by the second when he returns to my room, snapping me back to reality.

"Hungry?" he asks, just like he has been, but this time his tone is different. Mischievous, perhaps. And he doesn't even have any food with him.

I cock an eyebrow at him. "For what?"

Rhett circles my bed, and I see his eyes land on where the handcuffs are rubbing at my sore wrists. They're bruised and red, and they're not healing like the rest of my wounds because he's had me cuffed since the moment he put me here. Short trips to the bathroom are the extent of my freedom right now. I've asked him countless times to loosen the cuffs, but he won't.

Not when he knows how badly I want to be free. He may be sexy as hell and make my mind go to the darkest places, but I need to get away from him. This isn't sustainable for much longer. He may be feeding me regularly, but my arms are already weakening from lack of movement and my body aches are getting worse.

When he doesn't respond, I slowly turn my head to see him, and that's when I realize just how intently he's staring at me. There's something comparable to fury in his eyes as they roam my body, eventually landing on my soft gray panties.

He originally dressed me in sweats and an oversized sweatshirt, but it was way too hot and I kicked off my pants the first night. I figured there's no part of me that he hasn't seen, so what would I care if he saw me in my panties? All it's done is distract him even more than he already was, and that's something I intend to use to my advantage.

His eyes are glued to my panties, prompting me to look down and see why he's so hyper focused on them. It's immediately apparent when I see the dark gray spot that's quickly spreading across the fabric. I got myself so worked up and horny that I'm sopping wet, and I've completely soaked through them.

There's embarrassment in my voice as I try to find words. "I…"

But I can't find any. There is no explanation for this other than that I'm a horny bitch, and my captor just so happens to be the hottest fucking man on this planet.

Rhett's tongue darts out, sliding across his lips as he watches me. Without a word, he begins unfastening his pants. His fingers move swiftly as he frees his cock from its tight confinements, letting it spring free when he pushes his boxers down.

I gasp. It's the first time I've seen his dick in daylight, and it's fucking huge. I mean, I knew it was big because of the way he stretched me, but this… this is otherworldly . My eyes move from bar to bar, working their way up his Jacob's ladder. There are so many of them. He's far from average.

Cock in hand, he leans his head forward, gathering saliva in his mouth before spitting on it. It spreads across his velvety skin as he begins moving his hand, lubing it up.

My heart rate picks up. Is he going to fuck me? Do I want him to fuck me?

No .

That would be wrong. I'm here by his will, not my own. He's calling the shots here and I'm nothing more than a girl he's handcuffed to her bed.

Wanting to fuck him makes me less of a captive and more of a willing participant in this game of his. What would people say?

Rhett grunts as he begins pumping himself, momentarily letting his eyes flutter and roll to the ceiling. When his eyes return to me, they're feral. Consumed with hunger. He's biting his bottom lip and I can see the vein in his forehead bulging as he struggles to maintain control.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he groans. "The prettiest nightmare. A work of art." His words are strained as he fucks himself with his hand.

What the fuck am I supposed to do? How many people get themselves into situations this insane? He's literally jacking off in front of me, to me. My hair looks like a rat's nest. The remnants of my makeup is smudged heavily under my eyes and my skin is greasy from being unwashed for days. And he's deemed me the best thing to stroke his dick to right now?

Fucking insanity. Absolute fucking insanity.

Rhett continues running his hand along his dick, pumping himself harder and harder until he's grunting and struggling to keep his eyes open and focused on me.

I could play along with it. I've seen people do that in true crime docs. Sometimes they're able to play along with their captor's little fantasy long enough to earn their trust and find a way out. I should be able to do that, right? He's fucking crazy and should be easy enough to manipulate, especially when he's already so enamored with me.

"Look at me," Rhett growls, reaching out to tilt my chin toward him.

I don't resist, and instead I swallow, trying to find the courage to do what I know I need to do. He's squeezing my face between his thumb and the rest of his fingers, forcing me to maintain eye contact. There's an animalistic twinkle in his eye as he watches me which sends shivers down my spine.

Wetting my lips with my tongue, I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, pinching it between my teeth. My eyes soften into doe eyes, and I push my chest out, perking my tits up for him. His gaze immediately flicks to them, and I watch his body jolt as he gets closer to coming.

My voice is a seductive, throaty whisper. "Let me touch you."

Conflict crosses his face as he considers my request. His eyes bounce between my tits and my mouth, and it's easy to see he's trying to decide what to do. If I can wrap my hands and lips around his cock, I can ease my way into controlling him.

Men think with their dicks, not their brains. That is my advantage.

"I can't…" his voice trails off, needy and breathless.

Pushing my bottom lip out, I give him my best pout. "Please," I beg.

Rhett's breaths turn to pants as he continues stroking his cock, and I watch his hips buck with excitement when I lean as far forward as the cuffs will allow. They tug at my sore flesh, but I push the pain to the back of my mind.

He's having an internal battle as he watches me, so I keep going.

"Please," I plead. "Let me suck your cock. Let me be yours ."

I see the immediate effects of my words as they wash over him. Let him think I'm his. Beg him to claim me.

I encourage him one last time. "Please," I trail off, darting my tongue across my bottom lip.

He's getting close. I can tell from the way he's straining to keep his face emotionless.

Just when I think he's about to deny me, he says, "No hands. Only your mouth."

"Okay," I nod, eagerly trying to lean forward to reach him.

He meets me the rest of the way, and I part my lips as he slides himself inside my mouth. The metal barbells of his piercing are cool against my tongue's heat as he pushes himself further past my lips.

"Fuck," he groans when he's halfway in. "You feel so fucking good."

I moan around him, vibrating my vocal cords. His body jerks and he pushes himself to the back of my throat. Immediately losing control, he laces his fingers through my hair, holding my head still as he begins to fuck my face.

"Fuck, that pretty little mouth of yours takes me so well."

I can't breathe as he pumps into my throat, holding me so tightly in place that I can't move. My uncuffed hand nearly leaves the bed to touch him, but I stop myself at the last second when he growls a warning.

My hand needs somewhere to go, so I bring it to the only place I can think of.

My clit.

I rub myself over my panties, soaking them in my arousal before slipping a hand beneath the soft fabric. Rhett's eyes move from my face to where I'm touching myself, and his face goes feral when he sees me playing with myself. My eyes flutter as I play the part, fingering myself while taking the entirety of his cock.

" Yes ," Rhett hisses, fucking my face harder.

Tears begin streaming down my face when my gag reflex kicks in. There's a moment when I realize I'm enjoying myself too much. I dip two fingers inside my pussy, coating them in my arousal before pulling them out to circle my clit again.

"Take it," he demands, shaking as he goes over the edge. "Fuck yes, take it."

Rhett pushes himself to the back of my throat and he stays there, pumping shallow strokes as he comes inside me. The adrenaline has my stomach tightening and my back arching. He pulls his cock from my mouth, letting me cry out as I make myself come. His eyes are locked on me while he tucks himself back into his pants.

As my orgasm ends, I have to fight my way through the mental fog back to reality. We're both panting and gasping for air, sweat beading across our foreheads. He's watching me through adoring eyes as though I've just given him the best head he's ever received.

To end my act, I give him a sweet smile as I say, "Thank you."

He grins from ear to ear, vibrating with energy. "Such a sweet fucking nightmare ."