Hell by J.L. Beck
17
Rowan
Fear buildsin my gut as the creaking of a door opening meets my ears. I’m breathing hard, my heart galloping in my chest. Yet I don’t give up fighting—not to appease Lucian but because I’m truly afraid. Afraid of what he’s going to do to me next.
I thought the basement in Purgatory was scary. I had no idea an even scarier place existed. At least at the club, there were other people, and I could hold on to the hope that someone would hear my screams.
Out here, there is nothing for miles. Nobody to hear me scream. For all I know, he could kill me and leave my dead body for the animals. No one would ever find me.
There’s not too much I can see, even when Lucian flips the lights on. Just the wood floor and the corners of an armchair, a small table. A bed. Nicer than what I would expect out in the middle of nowhere. Great. I’ll die in a nice bed.
He drops me onto it without warning, and I bounce hard enough to make me bite my tongue. It’s uncomfortable, the way he’s tied me up. He didn’t play nice. My feet are starting to go numb. “Untie my legs, please. It’s too tight.”
His eyes are hard as he looks me over, walking slowly from one side of the bed to the other. “You think you deserve to tell me what to do? That’s not how this works. You do what I want, how I want you to do it. And when I untie you, it’ll be because I want to.”
Right. We’re still playing a game. I wish he would drop it. This is no fun for me, and I got all overheated and dirty out there. Not exactly sexy.
He seems to think so. When he turns to the side, his erection is obvious. His hand moves over it while I’m watching, and my eyes snap up to his face. “You don’t want to watch me enjoy you?” He unzips, eyes moving over my body. “I have to do something about all those clothes. You’re wearing too much. I need to see you.”
I’m holding my breath when he kneels on the bed, waiting to see what he’ll do. His hands are rough when he pulls my shirt up over my chest and then pulls down my bra cups until my tits are hanging out. My nipples go hard when the cool air hits them, and he takes one between his fingers and pinches until I whimper and arch my back, trying to roll away.
He takes his dick in his hand and starts stroking while playing with my tits. “I’m going to fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours, and you’re going to take it.” The next thing I know, he has a hand behind my head and guides his dick into my mouth. He sinks in before I can prepare myself, and I choke and gag.
It doesn’t stop him. “Suck my cock,” he whispers, hitting the back of my throat again and again. He buries himself so deep that my nose presses against him, and I’m afraid I’ll suffocate. Just when I think I will and start to panic, he pulls out so I can breathe again.
It’s such a relief when he pulls out. I have to gasp for air to keep from passing out. I barely notice him reaching over me to open a drawer next to the bed. Breathing is too good.
He’s brutal when he pulls down my pants without untying my ankles. My thong follows them before he rolls me onto my stomach. “What are you doing?”
His answer comes when he grips my hips and pulls them back until my ass is sticking out. A buzzing sound fills the air. I try to twist my head around so I can see, but it’s no use; he’s out of sight.
“Let’s get this pussy good and wet.” He touches the vibrator to my clit, and I jerk in surprise, but he holds me in place with a hand on my lower back. “Relax and enjoy.”
I don’t have a choice. The deep, rumbly vibrations are strong enough that I’m already getting wet. I push back against the vibrator and moan as the tension ratchets up. He chuckles and turns up the intensity. I gasp loudly, but my pussy gets even wetter. I’m going to come soon if he doesn’t let up.
It hits fast, hard, but there’s no time to come down before the intensity ramps up again, and with it, the presence of something inside me. It’s one of those rabbit things, with the clit tickler and dildo in one. Both of them are vibrating, and the dildo is rotating inside me, and it’s too much already.
“What are you afraid of? Feeling good?” He moves the dildo in and out of me before pushing it in deep. Another orgasm starts again, building in waves that eventually crash into me.
“Stop, stop! I can’t anymore!” All he does is laugh and leave the toy in place. His clothes hit the bed as he takes them off, and for a while, I don’t know where he is. That’s maybe the scariest part. Where is he? What’s he planning next? I can’t think about anything for long with my pussy convulsing the way it is, riding between pain and pleasure now that I’m so sensitive.
I could cry with relief when the toy slides out. “Let’s get your ass ready for me.” He smears my juices around my asshole—then slides the dildo into my pussy again before pulling my bottom half off the bed and setting my bare knees on the rough, wood floor.
He works his way in slowly, easing into my ass, but once he’s in deep, he pulls back and goes in deeper. Hard. So hard it pushes me forward a little and makes my knees rub against the floor. There are splinters or something, and they hurt, but I can’t move my legs. I can hardly move anything. Even my wrists are still bound, and they’re pinned under my body.
It’s sensory overload. I don’t know if I’m feeling pain or pleasure the strongest, but all of it is mixing up, and I want it to stop.
Lucian doesn’t notice any of it, fucking my ass until it hurts. But then the buzzing in my pussy pushes me closer to another orgasm while his thrusts shove me forward and into what I think might be a nail, not a splinter. A bent nail that’s scratching my skin, pricking it, pressing into my knee.
“Such a tight little ass.” Lucian smacks me hard with his palm, and I squeal. I might be coming again, but I’m starting to go numb down there. “My ass. Only mine.” Another smack, even harder. I realize I’m crying. This has to stop.
Every time he thrusts into me, he pushes me harder and makes the nail dig deeper into my skin. I raise my head from the mattress and shout as loud as I can. “Please, stop! Stop, I’m hurt!” All I get for it is a slap on the ass that doesn’t hurt as much as my leg does. “Lucian, stop!”
“Oh, no… you don’t get to do that…” He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls my head back, leaning in to bite the side of my neck, then growls in my ear, “You’re my slut. You do what I want.”
“You’re hurting me!” A sudden, sharper pain blasts through my leg, and I know the nail or whatever it is went into my knee. “Fuck, no! Stop!” I can barely hear myself over the squeak of the bed and the way he’s grunting like a rutting pig every time our bodies crash together.
Then I remember. “Red! Red, red!” He has to stop now. He’ll stop now. I brace myself and wait for it.
It doesn’t come. He’s not stopping. I can barely breathe, I’m crying so hard, and tears are soaking into the sheet under me. I suck in some air and scream, “Red!”
“So close.” He yanks my hair again and breathes in my ear. “You’re going to make me come, Rowan.” I barely register this over the screaming in my head and the sickening beat of my heart.
He didn’t stop. He’s not stopping. I trusted him, but he’s not stopping.
What else is this man capable of?
