Page 33 of Straightjacket

“Iris Riggs is the woman who owns me. The only woman who could ever bring me to my fucking knees, the only woman I’d crawl across the fucking earth for. And mark my words, little demon, I will have you as my wife.”

I watch with intent as she licks her lips, a hunger blazing in her eyes.

“Then you better fuck your wife, just like she deserves.”

Say no fucking more.

Silas attacks my mouth like a starving animal, our teeth clashing together as hunger consumes us both. With every stroke of his tongue against mine, I fall deeper into ecstasy. He’s like a drug coursing through my veins, leaving me desperate for a high that only he can provide.

I’ll never get enough of him. I’m addicted, completely consumed by him and there’s nowhere else I would rather be.

Wrapping my braids around his hand tighter, he yanks my head back, eliciting a sharp moan to fire out of my mouth, straight into his. He swallows every moan and whimper, groaning with desperate need as he pulls the noises out of me– exercising the very demon that resides within me, the one that’s eager to feed on him.

I whimper into his mouth as he shoves his cock into my hand, chasing my touch with every thrust of his hips until I can feel the solidness of his body trembling against mine. My chest heaves with rapid breaths as he breaks the kiss, his eager hands grappling with the zipper on my jumpsuit. In one swift pull, he yanks it and shoves it down my arms, leaving me bare for his hungry eyes.

Fire burns brightly in them as he trails his gaze over me.

“I could fucking eat you alive.” He hisses and wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing slightly as he walks me backwards towards the steel bars. I gasp at the feel of him and squeeze his cock, causing his eyes to roll back before he takes my hand, pulling it out of his jumpsuit and then my other, pinning them both tightly above my head.

“Hold onto the bars.” He demands, and I nod, my eyelids fluttering as he squeezes my throat again until I’m gasping for air. My eyes begin to roll into the back of my head and just as stars burst behind my eyelids, he releases his hand, forcing a desperate moan out of me.

“So, my woman likes to be choked, does she?”

“Mhmm,” I moan, wrapping my hands around the bars until my knuckles turn white. Hunger ignites in his eyes as he cups my jaw, fingers digging in deep to turn my head.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this, all flushed and bloody. My name carved into your skin. I bet your cunt is desperate for me, isn’t it?” The roughness of his voice digs itself deeper into my ear.

I whimper in his hold. “Ye...s, please...”

“Please what?” He grunts out, shoving his cock into my stomach. “Tell your future husband exactly what you want.”

I thought I was going to die in here, turns out I might just die if he doesn’t fuck me instead.

“I want... you to fuck me, until all I feel... is you.” The words come out in heated moans as he continues to grind himself on me, turning my stomach into a knotted, desperate mess.

“Ask me nicely,” he demands with a beaming grin as he yanks my face back to look at him. “Ask The Silent Killer to fuck this wet, tight... pussy.”

I look up at him, a scorching frenzy bubbling over in my stomach. “Please... fuck my wet, tight pussy.”

“Atta’ girl.” He praises, then in one swift move he yanks my jumpsuit down, throwing it into a heap on the floor before wrapping his arms underneath my thighs to lift me up. My back scrapes against the steel bars as he hoists me up higher, until I can feel the tip of his cock grazing against me.

“Fuck, I can already feel how soaked you are, and it’s all for me.” He moans out, the roughness of his voice sends sparks across my skin and I grind into him, desperate for more. “You’re such a greedy, filthy girl.”

“Yess...” I hiss as he keeps one arm underneath me whilst shoving his jumpsuit further down to release his cock, then he probes my entrance, thrusting his hips back and forth.

“Silas,” I whimper, gripping the bars tightly. “I can’t wait anymore!”

“Turns out, neither can I.” With that, he shoves himself inside me, filling me entirely until my eyes roll into the back of my head, lips parting as I moan out his name. He grips the back of my thighs tightly and tucks his face into the crook of my neck, the vibrations of his deep groans scorching a path across my sweat-slicked skin.

“Fuck, you feel like home, little demon.”

I turn to face him slightly, my gaze searching for his. He lifts his head, a look of longing in his eyes.

“Take us home, Silas.” I whimper, my eyes brimming with tears.

“I’m gonna take us home, baby. I swear to you.” His words are full of promise, and he slams his mouth to mine, sealing the deal. I allow him to consume me, using the feel of him thrusting inside of me to silence my racing mind until all I can feel, touch, and taste is him.

Nothing else exists outside of us. There’s no prison walls or harrowing darkness. In my mind we’re back at the manor, tucked up safely in the company of each other and I try so damn hard to stay in that memory, but it’s not enough. The reality of where we really are slams into me like a bullet to the chest.