How You Take Me (4 page)

My lips part as I struggle to breath, and immediately
the tip of his cock pushes against my mouth. I gasp and he pushes
deeper in. “Good girl,” he smiles, stroking my cheek
with his thumb. “Take it all in. Now suck it, and lick every
inch of it. Mmmm...” He closes his eyes as he starts to
thrust into my mouth.

I choke and gag at the pungent scent and salty taste of
his cock. My eyes fill with tears but I blink them back, refusing to
let them fall. He grips the back of my head and starts to fuck my
mouth. “I want you to swallow, you hear me?” he grits
out above me. “Swallow every last drop of Big Ben.”

With a savage shout, he shudders violently and shoots
into my mouth. My vision clouds over and I feel his hot, bitter
semen spurt towards the back of my throat. I retch uncontrollably,
and I have to wrench my face away to breathe, to prevent myself from
passing out. He swears at me, and tries to shove his cock back into
my mouth, but I am already throwing up. He finishes himself off with
his hand, spurting all over my face and hair. I look up as he puts
his flaccid cock away and spits. He lifts his foot to my face and
wipes the vomit from his boot on my collar and down the front of my
blouse. I stare down at the blouse and slacks that I had hurriedly
put on before rushing down the stairs to Julian's office.
Julian...his image swims before my eyes, and my heart constricts
painfully. I recall the look on his face, the sound of his anguished
voice calling after me as I turned and ran from his house. Why did I
run? Where is Julian now?

A sharp kick in the ribs and I come crashing back down
to the dirty, concrete floor.

“
I'll be back.” I force my face up to see
him scowl at me. “And if you do this again...” He
wrinkles his nose at the pool of vomit at his feet. “I'll cut
your nose off and shove my dick into your hole in your face.”

Flinging expletives over his shoulder, he leaves me
alone at last and storms out of the room. The door slams shut and I
listen to the reverberating echo for the longest time.

Keeping my eyes on the door, I struggle up and push
myself to the corner of the room farthest from the door. I am
shaking horribly, and I feel like throwing up again, but there is
nothing left in me.

I squeeze my eyes shut to block out the hellish sight,
the puddle of my own vomit and the horrendous image of what has just
happened in this room. The sound of Big Ben's voice and his leering
threats and laughter seem to seep from the walls to pollute the foul
air that I am forcing myself to breathe. But even as I try to shut
out his repulsive voice, bits and pieces of our conversation pierce
through the fog in my brain. I lean my head against the wall, trying
to staunch the throbbing pain, and try to make sense of his words.

He had mentioned Julian and a ransom. And...he also
mentioned Aleisha. What is the connection between them? Big Ben and
Aleisha, they must be in this together.

It's no wonder the doctor is so taken with you.
Aleisha said that he's gone quite mad when he heard that you've been
kidnapped
.

My eyes fly open. Aleisha and Big Ben are holding me
hostage and demanding that Julian pay a ransom to free me. How much
are they demanding from him?

And that woman, Aleisha, there is more to her than meets
the eye. I'd had my doubts about her, yet...

Why did I not listen to my own instincts? Why didn't I
trust Julian? Why didn't I trust myself?

I knock my head against the wall, trying to quieten the
scolding voice in my head. I take a shaky breath, forcing myself to
breathe in the rancid smell of his sweat and semen and my own vomit.

As I close my eyes to shut out my surroundings, I
whisper his name. Julian. Julian, Julian, Julian. I will do
anything to see him again. Anything, I repeat, steeling my resolve
and staunching my revulsion.

He'll do anything to get you back safe and sound.
He will meet all our demands, cut off an arm and a leg too if we
asked.

My eyes blaze with tears as I stare hard at the door.
I've run from Julian's house straight into hell, and it seems that I
have dragged Julian down with me. I curl up as tightly as I can, as
if that would afford me some protection, and finally allow myself to
cry. Letting out great wrenching heaving sobs, I cry noisily,
messily, unabashedly until there are no more tears.

I cry until there is nothing left in me. With no more
confused, conflicted feelings left to cloud my mind, my thoughts take
on a starker, clearer, colder direction. My survival is the only
thing that matters right now.

Empty and exhausted, I let the darkness claim me.
Sleeping a fitful, horrible sleep.

But even the darkness is short lived.

The pain and pressure on my chest increases and I am
jolted out of my nightmare—into my waking reality, which is
even worse than my nightmare. Big Ben is smirking down at me, his
boot grinding down on my chest. “Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead,”
he says in a singsong voice. “Feeding time.”

I struggle up as he shoves a plate of stale bread at me.
“Eat.” He flicks out a knife and cuts the ropes around
my wrists and ankles. I stretch out my arms and legs with relief.
For an instant, I contemplate making a run for it, but the knife is
too near. Gingerly, I pick up a piece of bread and raise it to my
mouth. The bread is hard and thinly buttered but I am too hungry. I
break off chunks of the bread and shove it in my mouth, trying to
swallow quickly. As I cough and choke, Big Ben rolls a bottle of
water towards me. I unscrew the cap and drink greedily.

He stares down my body as I eat. His eyes linger at my
chest, and he licks his lips.

I force myself to take a deep breath and keep eating.
His erection is bulging grotesquely against his dirty, black jeans.
From our last encounter, I I know that my fear is a turn on for him.
The more frightened I am, the more fun he has. I can't succumb to
him. I won't.

“
Where is Aleisha?” I ask, hoping to steer
his mind in a different direction and get some information out of
him.

He frowns. “She's working.”

“
Working? She...she should rest. You know she's
pregnant right?” I say, trying to sound nonchalant as I gulp
down the water.

Big Ben snorts loudly. “Pregnant? Yeah, right.
That must be a freaking miracle. She had her tubes tied years ago.”

A hacking cough ensues as I spew the water from my
mouth.

“
Yeah, she's good right? I told her she should be
an actress,” he sneers.

“
She just wanted to...to get some money from
Julian,” I say slowly.

“
Yeah. That guy's loaded. In his online ad, he
stated his full name and occupation, and even gave his address. Such
a sweet, trusting guy. She checked him out and saw his place, and
smelt all that money on him. So of course when he offered her that
contract to test that kinky toy of his, she jumped at the chance.
She told me she just faked everything in the machine. What she
wanted was the man. Getting him drunk, and getting him to screw
her—piece of cake, she's an expert at that.” He lets out
a sardonic laugh. “The fool even wrote out a five-figure check
the next morning. Like he was trying to compensate her or something.
We figured, five figures is nothing to him. Why not go for six?
The guy is so trusting and stupidly sweet.” He screws up his
face and spits like he has just tasted something foul in his mouth.

“
You were waiting for Aleisha outside the gates,”
I begin slowly. “She went in to get the money from Julian, and
she was so close to getting it. So...why did you grab me? How did
you know...”

“
Aleisha sent me a text message to grab the golden
goose. I was to bundle you into the car, and when she ran out, we'll
take off. She said he'll pay much more for you, than for her
concocted pregnancy. As it turns out, she's right.”

“
Why?” My voice drops to a whisper.

“
It seems the fool really cares for you. Or maybe
he just wants to shag you. You look like a really sweet fuck.”

I ball my fists to keep my hands from trembling as Big
Ben comes up to me, kicking away the empty plastic bottle in front of
me. “Okay, enough of all this chitchat. Looking at you
sitting there, so demure and scared and worried, is just making me
all horny. I need to get a piece of that sweet, demure ass. Come
on. Get up! Take off your clothes.”

Even in my horror, I manage to get to my knees and
stutter, “Can you...just...I promise I'll swallow. I'll
swallow every drop. I'll do it...well.”

He arches one eyebrow and pretends to consider my
proposal. “Nah. Your mouth's not good enough. I want your
ass and your cunt this time. Now, strip!”

I shake my head, and open my mouth to plead again but he
cuts me off. “Just do as you're told, doll. You are testing
my patience. Now, strip.”

When I shake my head, he pulls me up and slams me
against the wall. The impact stuns me and everything goes white.
When the blinding pain starts to recede and my senses come back to
me, I am aware of Big Ben's rough hands all over me. He is feeling
me up and down, kneading and squeezing my breasts, my thighs, my
buttocks and between my legs. His mouth and tongue ravages my mouth,
sucking, biting, thrusting until I cry out in pain. The taste of
blood awakens my fear and I thrash wildly and try to push him away.
My struggle infuriates him and he strikes me across the face
repeatedly. I am so numb that I cannot feel the tears streaming down
my cheeks.

His hands are already ripping and clawing at my blouse.
I feel the fabric fall from my shoulders and a fierce sob erupts from
my throat when he yanks my bra down and shoves my breast into his
mouth. I scream and yank at his greasy hair to try to pull him off
me but he pins my wrists to the wall and continues attacking my
breast. His teeth are all over my bare flesh, biting down so hard
that my skin breaks. He pinches my nipple between his fingers and
twists hard. “You like that?” he snarls into my face.
“You like that, don't you? Bitches always like it rough. I
love it when they struggle. Come on. Tell me. Tell me how much you
like it.”

I shake my head mutely, tears spurting from my eyes.

“
You want this. I'm going to make you want it.”
He tears at my slacks, and when I kick out and pummel him, he shoves
me to the ground and pins me down with his weight. I scream and
punch him, but he only laughs as he wrenches my pants down my legs.
He pulls my panties down and his fingers press down hard on my clit.
“Nice,” he smirks. “Hot. Hot and wet.”

Forcing my legs apart with his body, he unzips his pants
to release his swollen, dripping cock. I claw at him, but he catches
both my wrists in his hands and twists them viciously. I scream in
agony and he releases my wrists. I press my arms to my belly, almost
doubling up in pain. Ignoring my groans and sobs, he presses his
body down on me and pushes the tip of his cock against my opening.
Grunting and growling, he jerks about wildly, trying to force himself
into me. I clench hard, hoping to squeeze my vagina shut.

“
No, no!” I scream. “Get off me!
No!”

I twist and writhe and kick and scream. Wild with
terror, I snap my jaws viciously and my teeth clamp down hard on
something, anything within reach. The ferrous taste of blood fills
my mouth just before I hear a string of expletives. A blow is
leveled at my temple and my jaws slacken as my eyes roll back in my
head. Darkness that is tinged with red floods my vision. The
pressing weight lifts off my body and instinctively, I curl myself
into a ball. Forcing my eyes open, I see the room spin and wobble,
before finally righting itself. I see blood dripping from Big Ben's
hand, and I almost smile. I should have bitten harder, and bitten
his finger right off.

The door slams open and a female voice shrieks, “What
the fuck do you think you're doing?”

I lift my head to see Aleisha grab Big Ben by the
collar. “What the fuck have you done? I told you not to touch
her. If she's hurt, we're not gonna get paid. You heard him! He's
serious as hell.” She turns to me and sniffs, “It looks
like he's serious about her. Now, get the hell out of here!”

He curses and spits before kicking the door open to make
a dramatic exit. Aleisha glances over her shoulder at me and is
about to walk out the door when I call out, “Wait! Please.
Aleisha...”

She pivots round slowly to face me, closing the door
silently. She takes a few steps towards me and squints down at my
less than half-clothed body. What is left of my clothes is hanging
in shreds from my shoulders and I am naked from the waist down.
There are nail and teeth marks on my neck and arms and I am bruised
all over. She wrinkles her nose at the pathetic sight of me, and
stoops down slowly.

“
Th-thank you” I rasp. “You...you
saved me.”

Aleisha regards me dispassionately before looking away.
“I'll get you some ice. And some clothes. Stupid dickhead
shouldn't have touched you,” she mutters, glaring at the wall.
“He was so desperate to have you safe, he was going to pay us
double. But now, if he sees you like this...”