Page 14 of Psychos In Love
“Hold on Charlotte, I’m coming for you. I swear little bird, I’ll get you out of there. Just stay focused sweet girl.” I know she can’t hear me. But I need those words out in the universe. I need to keep hope alive. Just seeing her naked should enrage me. That body is supposed to be mine. I’m rock hard, ready to fuck her, wanting to claim her as mine.
Frustrated, a growl comes from deep within my throat. I turn the tablet’s noise off and put it in my passenger seat. I have business to address. I pick up my cell and call the security company. Just as I planned, my contact comes through for me. Within seconds, I have access to every security system in the house. I also have access to all the locks on the doors. I smile. Now I just have to be patient for the right time to help my little bird.
As soon asthey leave me, I try to escape the room. “Duh, who wouldn’t try it?” I’m talking to myself again. It’s locked from the outside. I sigh. I should have known. Biting my lip, I go to the bathroom. I haven’t had a real shower in almost two weeks. Or maybe it has been two weeks. Time is hard to figure out when I don’t know what time it is or what day it is. Even though Hypnos washes me every day, it isn’t the same.
I explore the bathroom first, searching for any hidden-in-plain-sight weapons. None. Of course there isn’t. I do, however, find my favorite shampoo and soap. A razor and a blow dryer. I nibble on my lip, contemplating what I could do with a plastic razor.
I gasp as my train of thought turns dark. No. Suicide is not an option. I find a fluffy towel and even a gown. No panties. No bra. Well, beggars can’t be choosers. I take a long, hot shower, enjoying the warmth. I bend over to take a moment to shave my legs as a sound in the room makes me jump.
“Well, well, well.”
I look up and find Ayres standing against the door frame. “You made yourself right at home, didn’t you?”
I cower as he stares at my body. The lust in his demeanor is recognizable. I watch as his eyes flame as they roam over my body, taking me in, inch by inch.
“I…”
“Oh stop. You’re allowed a bath. Now get out of there before Kronos and Hypnos find you in here pampering yourself. They may think I’m spoiling you.”
He reaches for me, but I step back. His eyes flare with anger. Ayres steps into the tub, dominating the space. “You think you can move away from me?”
His hand comes out, grabbing my throat and pushing me against the wall of the shower.
“No, I’m… I’m sorry.” The plea in my voice makes me sound weak but I don’t care. I don’t mean to upset him. I fear him. What do they expect? My submission? Or maybe my gratitude?
His laugh holds no humor. “Not as sorry as you will be after I’m finished with your punishment.” He squeezes my throat hard and my lungs seize.
“Ay… Ayres…” I choke out. He stares at me with those steel eyes and I shrink against the wall.
“You don’t get to say my name.” He pulls me out of the shower and pushes me to the ground. He forces my head into a ring on the floor. It locks and as I move—well, try to move—I go nowhere. I’m stuck. Ayres positions me so that I’m on my knees. He grabs my arms and brings them behind me. This ends my struggle. He opens the sink cabinet and pulls out chains with cuffs on them. The cold metal grazes my skin, making me shiver.
“It’s time you learned your place.” His menacing words send a chill down my spine. I don’t understand any of this. I mean, maybe I should have asked for the shower. I begin to cry as he puts the cuffs on my ankles. Then I hear it and my heart all but stops beating. He’s undoing his zipper. Dread fills me. I’m not ready for more of his punishments. He’s going to rape me again. I feel it. It doesn’t matter though. He’s going to do whatever he wants no matter what I say. No matter how much I beg. He doesn’t answer me right away and panic courses through me.What is he doing?
“I bet that sweet little pussy is wet for me, isn’t it?” he says from behind me. His fingers touch my ass and I wince. It’s still sore from sitting on the cold concrete in the torture room. He wastes no time before sticking his dick inside of my butt—with no lube. I scream.
“Stop. Stop please.” My feet kick, my arms straining as I try, but fail, to get away from him. He slaps my ass on each cheek five times and I can’t control my body jerking in reaction.
“Shut up or I’ll shut you up.” An agonizing jolt goes through me as he tightens something onto my labia. It feels like a thousand needles prickling me at once.
“Ah, look at that clamp. So sexy,” he grits out before shoving a cold, round item into my body. My eyes close on their own as my mind works out what he’s doing to me. He adds another ball, and they begin to move. My face contorts as they start vibrating, catching me off guard.
“If they fall out of your pussy, I'm going to tan that ass. Keep them in, Kitten.”
I don’t know how. They keep pulsating and with each vibration they slip a bit further. He shoves two fingers inside of me and pushes the balls around as a lick of pain and pleasure runs through me. My confusion spikes. I shouldn't enjoy any of this…but the pleasure plays with my mind, making me forget about what’s actually going on here.
“There we go, Little Kitten. Let’s see how much we can make you moan for Daddy.” I blink in awe at his words. Did he just call himself Daddy? And… and did I like it? My body trembles. My entire world shifts with need and want, but pain brings me back all too soon.
Ayres shoves his cock into my ass in one long, swift push. I cry out, begging him to stop but he doesn’t. No. He holds my ass still, not that I’m going anywhere, fucking me harder and faster. “That’s it, take Daddy’s cock.”
That pussy is tight.Delicious.I ram my cock deep inside her once I pull my fingers from her. Even as she whines. As she pleads for me to stop. There is no stopping. Not when I’m ten inches deep, spanking that ass with her little pussy clenching me.
Her moans turn from whimpers of protest toplease don’t stop. That name calling got her going. “Oh, Kitten. You like when I call myself Daddy, don’t you?”
“Yes.” That whisper must have cost her because her body deflates after she utters it. I run a hand along her spine, tingling her nerves with my strokes. She shivers and I smirk.
“Louder.”
“Yes.” The word comes out in a moan. It comes out broken and I know she’s trying to fight what she’s feeling. Mind and body at war with one another.
