Yield (16 page)

Well now. Definitely biteable.

You really expect me to do that, a BJ, and not bite you? Man you are...

He’d hurt me if I did. Badly.

Where were the easy solutions?

Biting him was senseless. If I chewed it off totally, ugh, he’d still kill me before he bled out, or ran off to a doctor, or whatever. And I’d be stuck here, dead or whatever.

“Before I fuck your mouth, this.” He leaned over, kissed me fiercely, stinging my lips, then leaned to the side. “And this.”

His shirt got in the way of seeing what he did.

I felt him grab one breast before pinching both nipples, over and over. Something tinkled and I knew, I damn well knew, what was coming. Nipple clamps. Who hadn’t seen those on the net? Wearing them was another matter. I preferred my nipples unflattened, unchewed, unhurt.

And dammit,
pain
, there it was. I couldn’t help gasping. I still couldn’t see past his body, with my head almost buried, but I could tell hard metal teeth had been clamped onto each nipple.

Determined not to react too much, I screwed up my face, and took sharp breaths, but said nothing out loud.

Inside though,
bastard
was getting worn out. The tears squeezing past my shut eyelids were involuntary. If I could’ve made them go away, I would’ve, since they showed he was affecting me. Climaxes, pain, I wanted all to go away, and the best way was to make him, the man whose lap I lay on, to vanish.

Abracadabra. Piss off.

If only.

Wasn’t working, though the
ow
factor in my nipples was building.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself, then he tightened something on the clamps, so I had to bite my lower lip to keep in the squeal. I swiped my face across his shirt, praying he was occupied.

He must’ve noticed.

His hand fastened on my jaw and he twisted my face upward, toward his gaze.

Still bound tightly, my hands and feet touching, my spine forced into a bow shape, I could only glare...or not glare.

Not glare. My expression slipped to neutral. I wanted no more pain.

One side of his mouth curved upward.

“Good girl. I saw that. And you’re crying. Tears please me.” He shifted back on the bed and placed me so my mouth and his erect cock were barely an inch apart.

I clicked my teeth, a subtle movement. I was tempted, still.

“Let’s have a talk, shall we?” His grip on my jaw crushed in enough to make me cry out and flinch. “You’re smart, Wren. What would I do if you used your teeth and bit me? Hmm?”

Answering was an uncomfortable notion and yet another mark of surrender. I could feel myself sliding down some imaginary staircase, becoming smaller, each time he won.

He shook my head a little. “Answer me.”

I shut my eyes. What else could I do? “You’d hurt me back.”

“Exactly. I’m going to put my cock in your mouth and I’m going to leave it there as long as I wish to. Do anything bad and know you will regret it. I may not cut you into pieces but the shit I could do to you, for hours on end, would make you very sorry. Understand me? Say, yes Sir.”

Fuck.
Why’d he have to ask that last part? My tongue felt wrapped in plastic. I would gag on those words.

“Wren.” He slapped my cheek.

It rocked me, smacked sense into me, I guess. No one had ever dared slap me like he did, and the shock of it was foreign, like coldness splashing into my mind.

I gulped. Tried to lower my head, and couldn’t.

“Say it.” His tone had lowered to a threatening level – he was a human storm about to roll over me.

After one, small, reinforcing breath, I said it. “Yes... Sir.”

Done. I’d obeyed. If he smiled...

He didn’t but the intense examination of my face was as bad, if not worse.

I blinked up at him, and secretly squeezed my thighs together, ever so aware of being tied up and bent to his will.

Frightening. More than anything he’d done. I was losing
me
.

“Good. I’m getting somewhere.” God, my toes scrunched in at that. He directed his cock to my mouth. “Lick it then suck in the head, and hold it there.”

Would I? Could I? More tears leaked from my eyes, rolling sideways and dropping onto his shorts. I shuddered.

Another slip down that staircase.

I had to. I opened my mouth, inched out my tongue, and licked his cock. I licked it again, circled it with my tongue tip, feeling the skin slide under my tongue. At least he tasted clean.

“More. Take me in your mouth.”

At his nudge to the back of my head, and I realized he’d put his hand there to guide me, I pushed forward and drew him inside, engulfing only the head, as he’d asked.

This wasn’t so bad. I could stand it. To survive I would have to obey, sometimes.

Most times.
Yeah, but the future was another world. It wasn’t now.

“There. Good girl.” He stroked my neck, patted my hair.

And waited.

He didn’t fuck my mouth. After a while I ventured a sideways look up at him, only to find he was waiting for me to look up.

Ugh.
His cock in my mouth became even more an instrument of something wrong. Torture? No.

Dominance? Yes.

Mind games. The man was good at those. I still didn’t know his name and I couldn’t ask, not with my mouth full.

“I want you to suck on me some more, while I watch you. Don’t shut your eyes. Don’t look away.”

Oh god. This was like having him stare into my head.

After a second or two, I did as he wanted me to. As I sucked on him, he rocked into my mouth. I had to blink, but otherwise I looked into his eyes, and to my disgust, I was getting wetter, hornier. I was sick in some weird way, to get aroused at him fucking my mouth.

Though one hand stayed in my hair, after a while he searched in a pocket then leaned over me again. Something pushed between my legs, perhaps a dildo, slipping from back to front, in the swollen groove of my pussy.

“I forgot to bring lube but you’re very wet down there.” He peered at me. “Your cunt knows what to do, even if your mind is being bad. Lucky for you, I like bad.”

I frowned and grunted at him with my lips still mostly sealed around his cock. It was inches inside so I could barely breathe, except through my nose. If he slid further in, maybe I could barf on him. My gagging reflex was excellent.

“This is going in your ass.” He showed me a glistening butt plug and I frowned harder, wanting to speak but knowing he’d only do something worse than what he was. Like a bigger plug.

Then he probed with his finger, found my asshole, and pushed there with the point of the plug.

The feel of it screwing into me, squashing against muscles I barely knew I had, made me cough and struggle to remember whether I was breathing, squealing, or sucking his cock.

He stopped moving it inward.

A searing heat pulsed from where he tried to make it enter me. It was bigger than he showed me, surely? I whined.

“Shhh. It’ll go in eventually. This is tiny. Push out.
Push. Out.
If you don’t try to accept this I will just shove it in and that will hurt more. Trust me on this.”

I didn’t want this, at all.

“Wren.” His hand in my hair tightened. “I’m doing this by feel and I need you to be good and sensible.”

I blinked past more of those horrible hot tears. Crying was such a cop out.

“Nod to me, then push out. Now.”

I shivered.

Survive.
It’s okay to do this.

I nodded and pushed out down there, and finally felt the thing slip into me. The abrupt pop of it past that constriction surprised me and I gasped.

“Yesss. Excellent. It’s in. Now, let me look at you.”

He wasn’t asking permission. When he pulled from my mouth, his cock wobbled there, wet from my saliva, before he stood.

My body was turned around so I hung off the bed again. A familiar position, then I felt him pull apart my ass cheeks. He sighed, as if the sight pleased him immensely.

While I was puzzling over that, he loosened the hogtie rope and his body covered mine, his chest pressing my wrists into my back and me onto the bed. The nipple clamps twisted and sparked pain. His cock arrived at my pussy entrance, poking, moving my lips aside.

Pleasure tingled through me, hard, insistent, a crazy overwhelming wave of sensation.

I wanted him. Such a betrayal. I almost sobbed.

But I didn’t have to let him know. I was capable of control. I stayed rock still as he glided his cock back and forth in my moisture. My inner thighs grew wet but the one obvious thing I was unable to control, happened: I breathed
lust
.

Fuck me. Fuck me hard
was said by every shuddering inhalation and every shaky exhalation.

His words arrived, stirring the fine hairs of my neck. “I’d love to nail you to this bed. I can tell you are dying for it.”

“No!” I shook my head.

It didn’t stop him, but then I’d known that.

Fraction by fraction, as if getting this wrong would upset the order of the universe, he wriggled in the head of his cock until it was barely inserted in me. He’d parted my lips then he’d stopped.

He awoke excruciating need.

Oh.
I bowed my head, utterly absorbed in where he was, in how close he was to slipping deeper. Meanwhile I, the clever, clever woman who had decided to be stone to his advances, was so near to arching into him, to give him better access.

Be still.

He seemed enormous. I think my pussy had grown new pleasure cells – all the better to feel his fucking huge pulsing cock.

My mind was in the gutter.

And I loved being there.

Make me your thing, your sex object. Degrade me with your perverted desires.

I wanted to cry that out, and I did, in my mind. I throbbed everywhere – pussy, nipples, ass cheeks, asshole, even my mouth was sore from his kisses. He’d taken every part of me except where a man was supposed to put his cock.

I bit back a groan. My knees trembled.

“You want me, Wren. Say it.”

I croaked out some unintelligible word. Even I wasn’t sure what it was. Then I roused myself. “No. I don’t. I will
never
want you. I’ll never say it.”

“Then I’ll use your other holes until you beg me not to.”

Bad, very bad. I’d miscalculated.

He bit my shoulder, his teeth seeming intent on meeting in my flesh, to keep a piece of me forever. I shrieked. The accumulated pain unhinged me.

Even as I forgot what I was supposed to be doing, and thrust backward, he slipped away.

While the fire in my shoulder and my lost opportunity for cock still ruled me, I heard him pace around the end of the bed. The first I knew of his intent was when he dragged me by my hair and my bitten shoulder across the leather, like a fresh kill.

My status as victim was underlined with agony and casual force.

My head reached the other edge.

“Open.” The growling command made me snap my gaze upward. His deadly eyes slew thoughts of doing anything except obeying.

I opened. He stuck his cock to my mouth and forced himself past my teeth while I gulped and spluttered.

I’d never been used so casually. He fucked my mouth, without saying a word, for ages. His thrusts sped up and he began going all the way to the back of my throat and past it until I gagged. Struggling to get air, I wriggled and tried to move away. He held me there, fucked my mouth three more times and somehow came down my throat.

I drooled and gasped, my head over the side, sightless.

By the time he came back from doing whatever he’d done in the nearby bathroom, my eyelids were drooping shut. I was exhausted. Untying me rocked my body. I simply took it, limp.

When he unlocked the leash from the wall and carried me into the shower, I refused to stand, instead I curled up on the floor and let the warm water pound into me. I didn’t care. The butt plug was slipped from me. The nipple clamps unclipped. I didn’t move or open my eyes during any of it and he didn’t speak.

There was no surrender in this, I vaguely convinced myself.

Whatever else he did, I couldn’t remember much of it the next morning. He’d toweled me dry, I guess. My underwear though, was gone.

I’d have to do better than this if I was to escape. I stared at the ceiling, unfocused, feeling obliterated.

No mercy.

Find a weakness.

I could do this. I’d ruled one of Father’s boardrooms once. A bunch of ornery men in suits who knew far more than I did had been ten times harder to deal with than this...a man who liked to kidnap, whip, and facefuck women who denied him.

I thought that through, aware of my nipples crinkling in as if from cold. He terrified me. I figured I’d only seen half of what he was capable of doing to me.

Yeah, I was wrong. Father’s suits were pussies compared to this man.

I could still do this.

Glass

Through the window of the passenger lounge, I watched the wings of the white-and-red plane level off and the wheels touch down. First plane of the morning and the sun shimmied off the metal to the backdrop of a stark orange sky. Hugh had arrived by small, chartered plane and I had to tell him she was gone. I wasn’t sure how to explain it to myself, let alone him, and so I hadn’t texted him more than to say, come ASAP. Her phone. She’d left it on the bed and I had the password due to having bought it for her and insisted. That had been...satisfying, that she’d let me have that much of a look in at her life. Especially considering I’d chucked her last cellphone in the river.

Nothing ever happened on Magnetic Island. It was a fucking idyllic paradise. The most you had to be wary of were the stinging jellyfish in summertime, the winding roads, and sunburn. Even the waves were laughable due to the Great Barrier Reef protecting the east coast of Queensland. Crystal clear water, fun in the sun, and some evil bastards had taken her.

I ran my hand through my now very black hair. My mohawk was gone and I’d dyed my hair ASAP, along with my eyebrows, soon as I figured out the cops might be needed. I’d be the prime suspect, if they found me. Big guy, blonde Mohawk, shit, I stood out like flare on a battlefield. I’d be in jail for a whole mess of other things I’d done, even if they decided I was innocent of abducting Wren. I didn’t want the cops to know I existed, if possible, if we had to involve them.