Page 18 of Under Her Skin

The saltiness leaks into my mouth, a taste I desperately want to forget. Mentally, I am trying to con myself into believing it's sour cream that has turned - wishful thinking on my part. I don’t feel his mouth move from my neck until he sinks his teeth into my upper arm. He bites so hard that I feel his teeth gnash together, cutting through muscle. Not moving, he lets my blood fill his mouth as his cock slides through my folds bumping my clit over and over. Then, he suddenly wrenches his head backwards.

A silent scream slashes from my mouth as blood pours from the jagged gaping wound painting the white duvet and sheets in crimson. My back bows as the agony whips through my nerve endings, Kiel times it perfectly, ramming his cock inside of me before my back can hit the bed again. I'm overloaded with excruciating pain, tears slide in waves from the corner of my eyes. My legs are sliding up and down in the hopes to dislodge the beast.

A groan of satisfaction reverberates from Kiel as he pounds into me, not holding back his strength. The screams cascade from my salty lips as he continues to shove his cock in my raw and swollen vagina. My shrieks only spur him on, groans of pleasure fill the room along with the smacking of flesh. Gripping my throat, he tightens his hold.

“Open your eyes.” My eyes snap open. His maniacal grin shines through the blurry tears clouding my vision. “You think you could lie with no consequence.” His deranged laughter rings in my ears. My vision goes dark as rough material is hastily whipped over my face. To my dismay, he has cleared the tears that were shielding my brain from this moment. Blood runs down his lips and neck; the tip of his tongue sneaks out to take a taste of the blood sitting in the corner of his fucked up smile.

His hips smashing into me over and over, his breath coming out in small pants. “You will carry my seed.” Slams into me. “We will build an empire …. a legacy for all to envy.” He groans. His hand slides down from my throat to pinch and tweak my nipples. To my disgust, my body flutters in pleasure.

Kiel takes notice and smirks. Letting go of my wrist, he dips his finger in the still bleeding wound, trailing his bloody finger down my body marking me with my blood as he goes. His bloody finger finally stops and begins to circle my clit. He primes my body to force pleasure as he rapes me again. I feel the impending orgasm, desperate to stop it from happening but knowing that nothing will stop Kiel. He is relentless, playing with my clit and twisting my nipples until I’m gushing, writhing and moaning beneath him.

He begins ramming harder and harder, my orgasm seemingly pushing him to the edge of his pleasure. His grunts come out in rapid session until he bruisingly slams into me a final time. I feel his seed pulsating into me and attempt to hold back the horrific tears. Kiel’s eyes open, a different light flashes in his eyes as he looks down at me before leaning closer, licking the salty tears that travel down my face.

“You will be the perfect mother,” he whispers softly. He pulls out, stands tucking himself back into his pants. Walking to the door, he turns, shaking his head. “Clean up this mess.”

I hear the hushedsnickof the door and fall to pieces. My body is a bruised and battered mess from being used as a cum bucket for two days. My arm throbs where Kiel removed a small chunk of skin. Sitting up, wincing at the burn that makes itself known between my thighs, I prod the bite - and to my utter misery, Kiel bit out my contraceptive device.

There was no scar or noticeable incision mark. How the hell did he figure it out? The repercussions of what this means slams into me. What miniscule part of me that was still intact fractured at the knowledge of what my fate has become. I fear looking in the mirror, picturing something straight from some horror movie. A shell of a tortured victim, sitting in the middle of this posh and opulent room on a scarlet, chromatic duvet that was once a beautiful snow white. Dejected. No more tears to shed.

Desperation takes hold. Is there anything in this showy prison that will shorten my time?

Can I take my own life? Yes, yes I can. If the alternative is to birth Kiel’s legacy, I wouldn’t even hesitate. I pause. I have no qualms about ending my tortuous future, but will my brothers understand? No, I can’t think of them. I can’t think of what ifs. I need to survive this … I just don’t know how long I can withstand this hellhole I’m trapped in.

17

AVA

The smell of fresh bacon and pancakes wafted from a tray has been placed on the settee at the end of the bed. Looking around the room, ensuring no one is going to jump from the shadows, I tentatively reach for my meal. The tray is arranged beautifully, so rich in color it almost seems a shame to disrupt it. Shrugging, starving, I dive in. Hoping that the small kraft holds coffee, I eat in absolute peace. The moment is one-eighty from the day before.

Breathing deep, I drift back to my scrub session in the shower after Kiel’s departure. The tears were as crusty as the body fluids that covered my skin. Stepping into the scalding hot water, hoping that the temperature would burn away the touch, the memories, and the ghostly sensation of unfamiliar hands roaming my body. I came to the realization that Cal used me, and maybe - just maybe - my brothers have no idea where I am. This sends a tendril of fear through me, which leads me to form a new plan.

I let myself have twenty-four hours of selfish self-harm plots. Feeling sorry for myself gets me nowhere. Knowing that I would never be in the hands of Kiel if it weren’t for Cal, I get angry at my brothers, at Cal, and most of all myself. Anger is so much better to work with than sorrow and pity parties. With a new determination to face this shit hand I’ve been dealt, I step out of the hot comforting spray.

Grabbing the shampoo, dumping it in my hands I start to clean my hair, still thinking how I can live through this. Drowning in my wayward, jumbled thoughts as I move from conditioner to body wash, I don’t hear that I have company. A warm hand runs down my back, causing a quiet shrill of shock to escape me as I whip around rapidly. I lose my balance in the process; my naked wet chest plants firmly into Kiel’s hard and equally naked chest.

I try to push away as he tugs me closer. “Let me help you, my sweet pet.” Lesson learned, I don’t shake my head like I want to. This was my inner sanctum for peace and healing, and he shattered it. Gritting my teeth, I silently hand over the cloth and soap. Smiling at my obedience, he takes the cloth while twirling his finger in the air, indicating that I turn and give him my back. Slowly turning, he methodically and efficiently cleans my body. Now clean, I turn to grab the towel, but he stops me. I watch as he cleans his body with my used cloth before rinsing, all while that delirious smile never leaves his lips.

“I’m so very happy today.” Not knowing if this is a trap, I say nothing. He steps out, snatching a towel and dries himself quickly. His eyes never leave my body. I can see there is a spark of something lingering in his eyes as he reaches his hand out to help me from the shower. I take his hand and wait for his next directive. A huge grin stretches over Kiel’s face, proving submissiveness is what he yearns for.

“Good girl,” he whispers as he steps closer. He gently dries me with an almost unknown reverence and passively leads us out of the bathroom. Stopping near the bed, he flicks his wrist toward it, another silent directive that I heed. Crawling on the mattress, I turn to lay on my back, but he stills my movement.

“I want to watch my cock sink into your warm and welcoming pussy between these two globes,” Kiel sharply grabs my ass before slapping my cheeks. I silently sigh, hating him with every fiber of my being. I want to turn around, lash out and gouge his eyes out. But I am truly afraid of what my punishment would be. Instead, I brace myself for whatever games he deems need to happen this time.

“We will come together every day,” he groans, shoving a digit in me. “Every. Single. Day.” Each word punctuated with him thrusting into me. “Our children will have your beauty. But they will lead as I have.” His finger is quickly replaced with his cock as he continues speaking his fantasy. “My pet, we will fuck ourselves into delirium until you are round with my heir.” He slams into me with so much force that my back bows with anguish. “Oh, my sweet pet, you bring me so much pleasure …”

Happily pounding my sorely abused body, Kiel takes little notice of the change in the air. He doesn’t know that those words catapult me into a fake submission - a submission that will grant me the freedom I desperately seek.

Feeling my lax body, Kiel must believe the lie I’m formulating, the plan that is going to hook into his very soul and be the reason he crumbles and disappears. Taking a deep breath, I do what I never thought I would do: I play along in his game. But my game is one of vengeance and freedom.

Allowing my mind to wander to a time where sex was everything I imagined it to be, I pretend that I am there with that person … with Cal. I tentatively rock back, reaching for my own pleasure and laying the groundwork for my escape.

Kiel’s rhyme stutters with my bold action. Waiting for him to catch up, I put my fingers on my own clit, circling it how I like it and moaning in rapture while rocking on him. The action is meant to encourage him, silently asking him to fuck me. A gush of wetness floods him. His control snaps finally and he relentlessly pounds me.

I don’t fight my orgasm, instead welcoming it as it engulfs me. Drowning in the aftermath, I hear Kiel roar out his release. I lay there panting as he gives me his entire weight. Sickness coils in the depths of my belly, but I hush it. This is how I will survive. I will trick him into believing that I have agreed. I will silence my anger, my fear and my trepidation - if I can survive.

That is the only thing that matters.

After whispering words of praise, Kiel dresses and leaves. I don’t bother with clothes. Carefully walking back to my ensuite, I turn on the shower, jump in, and scrub my body with soap and scalding hot water. When I finally feel like I am clean, I plot.

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