21

Rae

November 19th, 2019

I gasped, jerking awake, sweat coating my skin, fear shaking through my body.

“Fuck,” I breathed, closing my eyes. I shoved myself to a sit and ran my hands through my damp and tangled hair, my blankets sticking to my skin.

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, my head pounding. “What the fuck,” I panted hoarsely, my mind working slowly as I tried to remember the last thing that had happened.

I had…oh, that’s right. I was going to that church with Viv. I had started partying, the drugs hit, and…

My eyes flashed open, and I sat straight up, my heart racing as the memory came slamming into me like a truck hitting a brick wall. I had killed someone.

I killed someone. What the fuck, I had killed…

“What the fuck?”

I frantically looked around the room. It was dark, but it was always dark, there were no windows in here. I was alone. Where was Jack? I had killed someone.

The door opened slowly, creaking as it did, and a shadow filled the doorway ominously. It was just like a horror movie. Like almost every horror movie I had ever seen and while a shiver ran down my spine at the thought of him reenacting one of those scenes, I was currently in the throes of panic.

I gripped my chest, unable to slow my breathing down, the entire world spinning around me. “Jack,” I panted. “What the fuck. I don’t—I’m not—where—how did I get here?” I stuttered over my words, unable to form a single coherent thought. Am I going to be arrested? I’m going to prison, right? I can’t survive prison. My hands slid up into my hair as I brought my knees up. “I can’t go to prison.”

I had killed somebody.

“You’re not going to prison, Princess,” he spoke as he made his way slowly across the room. “I won’t allow it.” He stalked forward like a predator hunting his prey. Each step cold and calculated.

My eyes widened. “You can’t just ‘not allow it’, Jack. I murdered someone. I killed them. We live in California. No Judge will let me get away with that. It’s a life sentence at best!”

He started pulling off his clothes, slowly, intentionally.

“Unless it isn’t,” I rationalized, pulling my hands from my tangled locks. “Some people only get six months, I’ve seen it. I don’t know how that works, I haven’t studied it enough. Maybe money? I have plenty of money. I can pay people off.” My breath caught as he dropped his pants. “Does that make me corrupt?” Tears spilled down my cheeks. “Am I corrupt?”

Jack angled his head to one side, his dark blue eyes heavy as he stroked his cock once.

Twice. “No,” he answered coldly.

I swallowed, my heart slowing as my eyes dropped to his hand, the way he squeezed himself, the way he flicked his piercing, causing his cock to jerk in his hand.

My mouth went dry, my pussy throbbing. “Jack,” I breathed out. “I murdered someone.” I couldn’t concentrate on him fucking me, this was important. This was…

He stroked his cock slowly again. Deliberately, and my eyes tracked every second of it.

“I’ve murdered hundreds of someones,” he countered. “I’m not in prison. I’ve never been to prison, and I will never go to prison unless the job puts me there for a purpose.”

Now I couldn’t breathe for an entirely different reason. “I’m not one of you,” I breathed out, tensing when he started crawling onto the bed.

“You’ve always been one of us,” he said, my legs falling open of their own accord. “And you know that. You’ve aways known that.”

His pupils dilated as his eyes fell to my cunt, his lips parting in lust. Did me murdering a person make him want me more? I didn’t think that was possible, but by the look in his eyes, perhaps it was.

“I’m not. I’m nobody,” I tried, shaking my head. “I don’t matter to your family, I’m a problem they’ll want to rid the world of.”

He wrapped his hands around my ankles and jerked me onto my back, pulling a squeak from my lips. “I’ll rid the world of them before they get their guns out,” he told me, crawling over me with the grace of a predator.

My mind spun, my breathing labored as I watched him, squirming under his gaze. Fuck, he was so goddamn gorgeous. He’d rid the world of his family for me?

For me.

My eyes fell to the raven tattoo he had on his chest. It was perched on a vine, wings lifted as if it were just about to take flight. The first time I had seen it, I had asked him about it. He said it matched the ring he was given.

They had all been given rings. I had been so taken by his eyes, his lips, that I had never noticed the ring he had on his right ring finger after the night of the carnival. Silver with a raven emblem on it. A representation of he and his brothers, the only four people in the whole of the world who had those rings.

I loved that tattoo. It wasn’t the only one he had, but it was my favorite.

“You saved me,” I whispered as he placed one hand beside my head and grabbed my face with the other, his eyes filled with something I had never seen before.

“You are everything to me, Rae,” he mumbled, my heart racing. “I will always save you, even if that means saving you from myself. The man who pulls all the strings.”

I rocked my hips up, craving his touch, his friction. I could feel his cock graze my pussy, teasing me, and I moaned. “Jack,” I whimpered, sliding my hands over his chest.

He leaned down, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, adding just enough pressure to that piercing that it caused me to try and shove him deeper. He kissed me, slowly, passionately before breaking the kiss and dipping his head beside mine. He rocked his hips forward, sliding into me slowly, pulling a groan from my chest. “I love you, Rae. Every piece of you.”

I whimpered, rocking my hips towards his, feeling his cock sink into me, my body warming at the words—

A sharp pain erupted across my face, and I jerked, my eyes flashing open, heart racing.

Jack was hovering above me, his eyes hard, my cheek on fire.

I reached for it, only to find myself unable too, and when I tried to look, something sharp dug into my neck, pinching my skin.

I winced, my eyes widening as I found his. “What the fuck?” I cracked, struggling against the restraints around my ankles, a bar, it felt like, forcing my legs apart. My knees were locked up, my arms pinned under me, numb.

Jack angled his head as he sat back on his heels, both of us naked, my body covered in sweat, my limbs tingling, my shoulders crying out in pain.

“I do hope that wet dream you were having was about me.”

I stared at him for a long time before closing my eyes, trying to sort through my muddled thoughts. A dream? That was a dream? It had felt so real. I was sure it had been real—

Another sharp pain erupted, this one on my thigh.

I gasped, jerking against the restraints, my eyes flashing open to find him staring at me angrily. “Why do you keep hitting me?”

“Who did you fuck in your dream?”

“I didn’t fuck him, you asshole,” I snapped, pulling at the ropes. “You woke me up before we fucked.”

“Was his dick inside you?” he challenged.

I watched him evenly, anger coursing through me. “You’re jealous of some guy I had a wet dream about?”

“You don’t have wet dreams, Rae, I’ve watched you enough times.”

I jerked again, the pinching around my neck growing worse. “You’re fucking psychotic!”

“Never said I wasn’t,” he replied, sliding off the bed. “You can stay there until you tell me who you fucked.”

I snarled, watching him head for the door. “He was bigger than you!” I shouted just as he reached the doorway.

He froze, every muscle in his naked body tensing. God, all I wanted to do was cum on him. I wanted to worship him, to ride him over and over and over again until I passed out from exhaustion.

Jack turned to me, his eyes raging. “I want a name.”

I laughed. “So you can go find the guy in real life and kill him?” I turned back to the ceiling. “Fat chance.” I didn’t know what I was doing, but it was fun. It felt fun. I felt the zing of the thrill coating my bones as I shifted on the bed, I felt the adrenaline spiking, the high settling in. He wanted to slap me awake, to act like a jealous prick, then fine. I wanted to see how far I could push him before he snapped.

“I’ll just kill them all then.”

“What all?” I asked, trying to move my shoulders, relieve pressure on my arms, only to wince when the thing around my neck pinched me again. What the fuck was I wearing?

“Everyone. All of them. Any person who has ever made a comment about how you look or sent you unsolicited dick pics via your precious little Instagram profile. Anyone you’ve followed, anyone whose picture you’ve commented on flirtatiously, anyone you’ve showed any interest in ever. I’ll kill them all.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s thousands of people. You don’t have the time.”

“Oh, but I do, Princess. I have all the time in the world. It’s you who doesn’t have the time.” He appeared above me, his hands tense. “How long will you lay in your own shit and piss before you give up on this little…act of yours?”

He leaned over, pressing his hands into the bed, causing my body to drift towards him, pinching the skin on my neck once again. “I saved your ass, and you wake up angry? No, no, no,” he chuckled, looking over me. “That’s not how this game is played.”

My eyes furrowed as he straightened. “Wait,” I called, fighting the restraints again as he headed for the door. “Wait, what do you mean by that? ‘This game’. What other games are there?”

He shut the door.

I fought against the restraints, crying out when they pulled and pinched, rubbing on my already sore and raw places. “Fuck!” I snarled, sagging into the bed. “I hope you get blue balls!” I shouted through the door. “I hope they’re so bad, you cry!”

When no response came, I sank into the bed.

Now what?

I huffed, looking around the room as best I could, but the restraints around my neck gave little motion. After a few seconds, an idea sprouted into my head, a smile spreading across my face.

I knew exactly what I could do to piss him off.

I licked my lips and arched my back, releasing the best moan I could muster in my current state. “Fuck, yes,” I whimpered, imagining Jack fucking me. “Oh, God,” I whimpered, feeling his hands explore my body, his cock fill me. “Don’t stop, baby, that’s right. God!”

Thirty seconds of moaning later and the door swung open, slamming against my wall. It took everything I had not to smile, to hold a glare as I fell into the mattress. He appeared above me a moment later.

“You want to moan, Princess? Moan into this.”

My eyes widened and I fought wildly, but I couldn’t stop him from shoving a cloth into my mouth, drool instantly coating my tongue. He picked up a roll of duct tape from the nightstand and ripped a piece off with his teeth.

I tried to scream ‘no’ but it only came out in muffled grumbles.

He pressed it into my skin, sealing the cloth in my mouth. “I’m not done yet,” he threatened, and set the tape down.

I watched with tear filled eyes as he walked around the end of the bed and crawled on. “You want to cum so badly, Princess?” He shoved his knees against the backs of my thighs so hard, it rocked me back, forcing my back to arch as my shoulders shifted painfully.

I cried out, tears spilling down my cheeks. Without warning, he slid three fingers inside of me.

I groaned, pushing back against them as he worked them in and out, his thumb circling my clit. I didn’t even have the willpower to keep it from affecting me. I needed it. I needed him to do this.

“That’s right, Princess, own it. Own the fucking orgasm, let it crash through you like the good girl you are.”

I panted, feeling it build in the pit of my stomach, sparks erupted across my skin as my entire body tensed—

He pulled his fingers out and my body sagged into the bed, my chest heaving, my breathing labored. What the fuck?

He watched me carefully, doing nothing else but staring.

I glared, pulling and jerking. Fucking piece of goddamn shit!

He slammed a hand down on my hips and shoved his fingers back in, doing the same thing. Working me up to the very edge before pulling out again.

I cried, screaming curses at him through the gag, only for him to do it again.

And again.

And again.

Until I was too exhausted to say anything. Until I was a mess of trembling nerves, sweating into my blankets, exhausted and spent. I couldn’t keep doing this.

“You think you’re done, Princess?” he asked, crawling over me until he was able to straddle my waist, his cock sitting between my breasts. He grabbed my jaw, forcing my eyes to meet his. “You woke up on the wrong side of the bed and I don’t accept that.” He angled his head. “Who is your father?”

My brows furrowed, my mind spinning from the sudden change of topic. Had I heard him correctly. “My father?” I tried to ask, but it came out in a garbled mess.

“You mention him every time you wake up from a nightmare. You mentioned him when I found you at that party. Who is he?”

I had no idea what he was talking about. None. I didn’t have a dad. I never even had a father figure in my life, why would I know anything about him?

When I didn’t answer, he leaned for my nightstand again and sat back against my thighs, pulling against my restraints. He was holding one of my toys. A small vibrator that was meant to suction cup to my clit and mimic getting tongue fucked.

I groaned, my head falling back into the pillows as I tried to shake my head.

“You think you have a choice?” He laughed. “That’s cute.” He hit the switch and slid it back between my thighs.

I jerked, my sore and sensitive pussy throbbing, my head pounding, tears streaming into my hairline.

Jack wrapped a hand around my jaw, forcing my eyes to his again. “If you don’t want to answer that question, answer this one; who fucked you in that dream?”

I was getting close again, my body shaking as I tried to force it not to tense. Just one. One would help, I was sure of it.

But he must have noticed anyway because he clicked his tongue, reached back, and plucked the toy out of me, my body collapsing again, black spots swirling around my vision. This was a cruel form of torture and some deep part of me loved it.

“You’re not going to win, Rae.”

“You,” I tried to say.

He leaned in. “Sorry, what did you say?”

I groaned, trying to flex my hands. “You!” I whimpered. My hands had gone completely numb, I realized, my arms couldn’t be far behind.

He sat back on my hips, giving me an arrogant smile. “Good girl,” he hummed, placing that toy back.

I jerked, bucking my hips as much as I could as I came violently.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

He finally pulled it out and tossed it to the floor, the vibrations just a bee’s song as a roaring filled my ears. I was so fucking tired. I just wanted to sleep. Just for a few minutes.

“Not yet, Princess,” he said, slapping my cheek lightly a few times. He crawled off me and leaned over my head, unclipping something from the headboard before returning between my legs, shoving his knees against the back of my thighs, running his fingers up my slit, pulling a muffled groan from my lips.

Fuck, I was so tired.

He slid his fingers into his mouth and moaned. “So fucking good,” he praised, pulling a weak whimper from my throat.

Jack leaned back and easily flipped me onto my knees, pushing me to sit with my ass fully in the air and my head pressed into the pillows, my arms tingling as some of the blood returned to my fingers.

He brushed the hair out of my face, whatever collar still remaining around my neck, but no longer pinching. He slid his hand from my ass to the center of my shoulder blades before grabbing whatever he had wrapped around them and pull me up.

I cried out, my shoulders straining, my pussy throbbing, my body so taut, I was sure I would need to sit in a hot bath for days before I felt normal again.

“I thought I was going to lose you,” he told me, his cock sliding up and down my slit. “Lose you to people who mean nothing to this world, who are nothing.” He slammed his cock into me, and I whimpered, the feeling as good as it was painful. “You are in danger every second of every day,” he snarled, leaning over me, pulling my arms back until my back was an inch away from snapping in half. “People are after you, trying to kill you, and I have no idea why, but you do. It’s just locked away in that little head of yours and I want it out.”

What the fuck was he talking about—

He pulled out and slammed into me again, pulling a moan from my lips. God, he felt so good.

“I don’t expect it to ever come fully out, but I do intend to get some of it.”

I looked back, trying to catch his eyes.

His flaming eyes met mine, rage and fear reflected in them. He was covered in sweat too, panting. “It’s the nightmares, Rae. Your answers are in the nightmares.”

He set into a steady rhythm, fucking me hard and deep until I came again, and he kept going. His rage clear, his worry clear, and I couldn’t help but wonder who he hated more. Those men for almost taking me from him, or me for making him care so much.

I could feel his fear with each orgasm he forced me through, I could hear it in his grunts and moans. I had scared him. I could have died, and that scared the shit out of him, and he hated that. Hated that I had uncovered this little nerve of weakness he was convinced he never had.

I had done that.

If I had done that to him, I wondered if I could ever make him love me. I wondered if I would ever actually hear him say the words I had dreamed just hours ago.

“I love you, Rae. Every piece of you.”

I shuddered, my body going limp as another orgasm ripped its way through me. “I love you too,” I thought towards him as he ruptured inside of me.