Chapter 14

14

Maddie

I wake up sore, all the muscles in my body aching, but especially the ones in my thighs since Eli spent most of the night pounding into me there.

I hate that I enjoyed nearly every second. I did not, however, like choking on his dick or being jerked around by my hair.

More than once, I passed out and would wake up to either his tongue on my neck or clit, or his dick buried inside of me. Sometimes, like now, when Eli's asleep too, just his heavy weight sprawled on top of my back, his hard-on lies between my ass cheeks, as if he refused to allow an inch of space between us for even a second.

God, does he ever go limp? Did he take some erection pills? Because Jordan could fuck twice in an hour, but then we would both be ready to go to sleep.

I can't even begin to count how many times it was last night, especially when I probably slept through some of them. Not that I cared when Eli would wake me up with his tongue.

I had forgotten the psycho was a flexible MMA fighter until he was tossing me all over the bed, twisting me, us, into various pretzel-like positions.

And I have no doubt the fighter's fingers left bruises on my neck. Probably my hips and thighs too as tightly as he held them. His teeth marks are still visible on my breast, along with several hickeys all over them.

The first time Eli took me in my and Jordan's bed was the worst. He shoved my head down and ate me out again before taking my ass, which will never be one of my favorites.

Not that it matters to Eli. I'm nothing more than his sex doll with holes to be used whenever and however he wants.

He gave me so many orgasms that I willingly let him.

Even in his sleep, one of his big hands is cupping my pussy, the other holding the front of my throat from behind.

A low groan in my ear warns me the monster is awake again. A moment later, he easily shoves all four of his fingers inside of my sore pussy. Despite the ache, that's just how slick and stretched I am. The sheets are a disgusting mess.

"Put your legs together. I've got to make you tight again since I blew your cunt wide open," Eli says with a chuckle as he removes his hand and pushes me onto my stomach. "Fuck, last one," he mutters before I hear yet another foil wrapper tear.

The last condom. Thank god.

"Legs together, Maddie." I do as I'm told and wait…

He lines his dick up with my pussy and shoves forward, making me gasp and dig my fingernails into the sheets underneath me. His heavy weight bears down on me as he slides deeper. When his palm slips back underneath me, fingers finding and rubbing my clit, the ache is momentarily forgotten.

"I recently saw your sister getting fucked like this," he remarks before pulling out to thrust deep again, knocking the breath out of me. "I'll tell you about them when I finish."

I assume by "them" he means my family. But all thoughts on them and everything else disappear as Eli fucks me deep, but slowly, lazily.

Of course, he gets me off before he finishes. Then he just climbs off me without a word. I'm still lying on my stomach where he left me, having closed my eyes for only a moment when Eli appears next to the mattress, fully dressed again in his suit.

Leaning over, he kisses me with lips and tongue that spent half the night between my legs.

"I texted you the link to the live feed. Be sure to watch. I doubt you'll want to miss what happens next," he says cryptically before he walks out the bedroom. "See you tonight, Maddie."

"Wait! Don't hurt Jordan! And you didn't tell me about Cass or the rest of my family!" I shout after him while wondering what he meant about me not wanting to miss what happens on Jordan's live feed.

I roll my stiff body out of bed, but by the time I get to the living room, Eli is gone. The window is shut.

Before I even take a much-needed shower, I grab my phone to make sure he really sent me the link. He did. So, I pull up the live feed of Jordan.

He's right where Eli left him, of course, still naked and restrained to what looks like some sort of kitchen table between two booths. God, what's with Eli and his obsession with tables?

Jordan's eyes are thankfully open, unlike last night. While he looks bored, he doesn't seem hurt or afraid, which is good. I turn up the volume as far as it will go but there's no sound, not even static feedback.

And of course, there's no microphone option either so I can't tell Jordan that it'll be okay, that he just needs to hang in there for two more nights. I'll endure two more nights with Eli and then it will all be over.

Won't it?

After one night with him, it almost sounds too easy.

Leaving Rockland will be anything but easy for me. This is where Jordan is, where my friends are, my new business.

There is no way I'll be able to convince Eli to just go back to Vegas without me, though. No. If I refuse, he'll either choke me out and drag me or…he'll tell my father where I am, and he'll send an army after me. An army that might kill everyone in town just to get to me.

God, I hate him!

I feel so disgusting for begging the sick bastard for anything, much less his body parts last night. But I did. I vaguely remember screaming his name, begging him not to stop.

An hour later, I'm showered and feeling a tiny bit better while staring at the video of Jordan. He suddenly moves, lifting his head because he's no longer alone.

An hour.

That's how far away Eli took Jordan from Rockland. Unless he went somewhere else first.

But unfortunately, there's nothing in the background to give away where he's holding him. Sheets of black plastic cover all the walls around Jordan so there are no windows to reveal where he's at or any artwork on the walls.

I watch nervously as Eli grabs the man on the floor, dragging him out of the camera's view. When he returns into the frame, he approaches Jordan, making me wonder what he might do to him. He agreed not to hurt him, but I don't trust him.

Eli knows he could do anything he wanted to Jordan and there's nothing I can do about it. Not really. I can refuse him tonight, but even that may not stop him.

What Eli actually does is the very last thing I expected.

Eli stands between Jordan's legs, then leans over to grab the top of Jordan's hair harshly to pull his head up and…kiss him?

Oh, Eli is definitely kissing the man I love. And I know without a doubt that after all the times he went down on me that the scent of my arousal is still lingering in Eli's facial hair.

I know because it was evident when he kissed me goodbye before leaving.

Does Jordan notice? Neither of the men break apart to say a word as they just keep kissing. Unless Jordan has no choice…

He wouldn't want to kiss another man, the same man who kidnapped him, would he?

I want to yell at Jordan to bite off Eli's tongue or turn his head away, resisting the asshole's mouth.

But I didn't turn away last night.

And I never expected Jordan to seem so at ease with another man's lips and tongue meeting his.

From the profile view, I get to see when Eli slides his hand down to Jordan's penis that's gotten long and hard and starts to stroke it.

Oh my god.

Jordan is definitely hard. He likes being touched by Eli?

Did Eli drug him?

Is Jordan just playing along because he thinks he can get on Eli's good side and convince him to let him go? That sort of shit won't ever work on the evil bastard.

Eventually, Eli drops to his knees between Jordan's legs hanging over the table edge and takes Jordan into his mouth. But only for a few seconds.

When he stands up again, it's clear that Eli is laughing, even if I can't hear it. With one last slap to Jordan's erection, Eli just walks away, out of frame. Jordan's eyes follow him. I don't need to zoom in to see the need filling them, but I do.

Time passes. It becomes obvious that Eli isn't going to come back and keep going, Jordan tries to reach down but his chains aren't long enough to take himself in his hand.

Seeming frustrated, he lays his head back on the table and stares up at the ceiling, but not at the camera, never at the camera, as if…he doesn't know it's there.

I watch as his cock jerks several times, as if seeking a hand or mouth before deflating, losing some of its enthusiasm.

About an hour passes. Just when it looks like Jordan has given up and almost fallen sleep, Eli returns to the room, but walks right past Jordan. He returns again about fifteen minutes later completely naked now, his skin glistening as if damp, like he just showered. Bending over him, he plants his hands beside Jordan's head and kisses him slowly, leisurely, as if they have all the time in the world. Then he takes his fully hard cock into his hand before kneeling, sucking him for a little longer before leaving Jordan literally hanging.

By this point, Jordan is clearly growing more frustrated. Desperate. His mouth moves as if swearing, then his jaw clenches as he slams his head back again and again on the table in frustration.

I don't know what's going on, what Eli did to convince Jordan to let him do those things to him. He must have promised to let him live knowing Jordan would cave, never knowing about the camera, or that I'm watching them.

Feeling sick and filthy all over every inch of my skin, I put down my phone and walk away from the image on the screen to go scrub myself in another shower as hot as the water will go for as long as it lasts.

When I return, I'm almost afraid to look at my phone again, even if I'm worried and want to check on Jordan.

This time, Eli's bent over Jordan, licking and sucking on his nipples, pinching them, causing Jordan to jerk in his restraints.

Head thrown back, it's easy to read his lips as Jordan says, "Please. Please Eli! Please!" He says this over and over again, but of course Eli refuses him.

This whole stop and go teasing continues until the sun begins to set. For the entire day I've sat transfixed by my phone's screen, having to leave it plugged in to charge next to the bed where I watch every second of the torment, curled into a ball. The only breaks I take are to check texts from Celeste, from RJ, telling me they still haven't found Jordan, that the cops are getting even more suspicious, and asking if I'm okay.

I lie to them because I am definitely not okay.