slamming so hard. My head went
light, my body hummed with fear and want.
Lucas kneed my legs apart from behind.
Kicked my feet out further with his boot. His movements not violent but firm.
“Let’s see. I can answer my own question.” His voice was sandpaper. His tone
abrupt. More fear snaked over my skin and I shivered. He pushed his free hand
down the back of my sweats and briefly trailed a finger along the split of my
bottom. I made a sound in my throat. Then with precise brutality, he pushed his
finger into me from behind. “You’re really, really wet, sweetheart.” I knew I
was but him saying it so loud in his little kitchen made it that much dirtier.
That much more shameful.
I hung my head.
Lucas pushed his mouth to my nape so
hard it hurt. He flexed his finger in my pussy while his thumb ran over the
tight circle of my anus. I stopped breathing as he continued to stroke.
“Because you’re a little slut.”
The word worked into me like some dark
smoke. More fluid between my thighs. The wet hot apex of my legs. There was no
way to hide it from him. He laughed softly and began slow even thrusts with his
fingers. Fucking me with his hard fingers. “Say it, then. Say it, slut. Tell me
what you are.”
“I’m…” I couldn’t. I wanted to but
couldn’t. My heart was in my ears, my vision blurry from unshed tears. My body
clenched up around him and he wiggled his fingers showing me that I could not
hide.
“You’re what? It’s time to be brave.
Time to drown. Nobody’s here but you and me and your secret that’s not an
actual secret any more. What are you, September? Tell me. Say it.” He pushed
just the tip of his thumb into my ass, flexed his fingers so I shook inside the
half circle of his arms. I felt him smile against my cheek. He breathed in my
ear like the big bad wolf.
Lucas was pushing me. It was a big
enough push that I dropped my head, my body converged in a pinpoint of pleasure
and pain where he touched me. “I’m a slut.”
He bit me hard, not tempering himself
at all. I waited to feel blood on my skin but it never came. Lucas breathed
against me, “Good, good girl.”
His hand came free of my pants. And he
hustled me forward. Fast enough that I stumbled to keep from falling. Lucas
pushed me forward through the living room and up the steps. Prodding me with
hard motion like a prisoner. Which technically, I realized with a surge of
genuine fear, I was.
* * * *
They weren’t cuffs and for that I was
grateful. I’d had enough of cuffs thanks ever so much. But they were restraints
and a fresh anxiety filled me, my throat tight. He let me use the bathroom but
then he smiled and said, “Off with the sweats. Put these on. They’re clean. I
ran them while you were in the shower.”
I only hesitated for a moment. In for
a penny, in for a pound. I shucked the shapeless clothes and pulled my green
panties on. They were slightly damp in the back but I didn’t say. I put the bra
on and snapped it in the front while he watched. Then I waited-- goose bumped
and shivering just a bit. The cold, the nerves, his eyes on me, it was all too
much for me.
“Go on. Climb on the bed, slut.” His
tone matter of fact like he was saying my name. I climbed onto the bed eyeing
the dark purple ties. He caught me. Grunted. “Nothing to be scared off. Nice
high count cotton. I just knot you in and give you a good amount of motion.
Tonight will be both wrists and both ankles. If you’re good, I’ll give you some
more slack. Another night.”
With easy, measured motions Lucas tied
my right wrist to the headboard, then my left. I’d still be able to sleep on my
side the way I liked. I wanted to kiss him for that. I wasn’t a back or belly
sleeper. I always awoke curled in a comma shape on my side like I was
protecting myself while I slept. He stroked his fingers on my ankle before tying
me. Touched the arch of my foot so I danced for him. My motions inadvertently
testing my bonds. They were tight
light, my body hummed with fear and want.
Lucas kneed my legs apart from behind.
Kicked my feet out further with his boot. His movements not violent but firm.
“Let’s see. I can answer my own question.” His voice was sandpaper. His tone
abrupt. More fear snaked over my skin and I shivered. He pushed his free hand
down the back of my sweats and briefly trailed a finger along the split of my
bottom. I made a sound in my throat. Then with precise brutality, he pushed his
finger into me from behind. “You’re really, really wet, sweetheart.” I knew I
was but him saying it so loud in his little kitchen made it that much dirtier.
That much more shameful.
I hung my head.
Lucas pushed his mouth to my nape so
hard it hurt. He flexed his finger in my pussy while his thumb ran over the
tight circle of my anus. I stopped breathing as he continued to stroke.
“Because you’re a little slut.”
The word worked into me like some dark
smoke. More fluid between my thighs. The wet hot apex of my legs. There was no
way to hide it from him. He laughed softly and began slow even thrusts with his
fingers. Fucking me with his hard fingers. “Say it, then. Say it, slut. Tell me
what you are.”
“I’m…” I couldn’t. I wanted to but
couldn’t. My heart was in my ears, my vision blurry from unshed tears. My body
clenched up around him and he wiggled his fingers showing me that I could not
hide.
“You’re what? It’s time to be brave.
Time to drown. Nobody’s here but you and me and your secret that’s not an
actual secret any more. What are you, September? Tell me. Say it.” He pushed
just the tip of his thumb into my ass, flexed his fingers so I shook inside the
half circle of his arms. I felt him smile against my cheek. He breathed in my
ear like the big bad wolf.
Lucas was pushing me. It was a big
enough push that I dropped my head, my body converged in a pinpoint of pleasure
and pain where he touched me. “I’m a slut.”
He bit me hard, not tempering himself
at all. I waited to feel blood on my skin but it never came. Lucas breathed
against me, “Good, good girl.”
His hand came free of my pants. And he
hustled me forward. Fast enough that I stumbled to keep from falling. Lucas
pushed me forward through the living room and up the steps. Prodding me with
hard motion like a prisoner. Which technically, I realized with a surge of
genuine fear, I was.
* * * *
They weren’t cuffs and for that I was
grateful. I’d had enough of cuffs thanks ever so much. But they were restraints
and a fresh anxiety filled me, my throat tight. He let me use the bathroom but
then he smiled and said, “Off with the sweats. Put these on. They’re clean. I
ran them while you were in the shower.”
I only hesitated for a moment. In for
a penny, in for a pound. I shucked the shapeless clothes and pulled my green
panties on. They were slightly damp in the back but I didn’t say. I put the bra
on and snapped it in the front while he watched. Then I waited-- goose bumped
and shivering just a bit. The cold, the nerves, his eyes on me, it was all too
much for me.
“Go on. Climb on the bed, slut.” His
tone matter of fact like he was saying my name. I climbed onto the bed eyeing
the dark purple ties. He caught me. Grunted. “Nothing to be scared off. Nice
high count cotton. I just knot you in and give you a good amount of motion.
Tonight will be both wrists and both ankles. If you’re good, I’ll give you some
more slack. Another night.”
With easy, measured motions Lucas tied
my right wrist to the headboard, then my left. I’d still be able to sleep on my
side the way I liked. I wanted to kiss him for that. I wasn’t a back or belly
sleeper. I always awoke curled in a comma shape on my side like I was
protecting myself while I slept. He stroked his fingers on my ankle before tying
me. Touched the arch of my foot so I danced for him. My motions inadvertently
testing my bonds. They were tight
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