Page 54 of Unbinding the Demon
I peered into the dark forest beside me and seriously considered going to a psychiatrist. I was suspecting that I might have a mild form of schizophrenia or some other psychological issue. It seemed like someone or something was lurking in there, following beside me. It was as if the shadows of the forest were whispering my name, calling me into the darkness.
Gnarled branches waved in the howling wind like eldritch fingers beckoning me into their skeletal embrace. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I pulled my long black jacket tighter around myself and picked up my pace. My destination was only a ten-minute walk from where I lived, yet the suspicion of being watched made it seem like hours.
Get a fucking grip, you neurotic ninny!
A tall, spiky, cast-iron fence came into view. The clicking of my footsteps turned into the rustling of crispy leaves as I turned off the road and approached the looming gates. The scents of tilled earth and decaying foliage grew stronger, while the sound of running water played on the wind. I glanced up and read the sign that arched across the entrance. It displayed “Sycamore Valley Cemetery” welded onto it. The odoriferous, rusted iron was bent in a few places and had cracks in others. I put my flashlight in my mouth and yanked on the cold, unmoving bars.
Dammit! It’s locked!
I huffed and slumped against the gate, wondering if I should wait for Ashton to arrive. Out of habit, I reached for my phone to distract myself as I waited. My hand ghosted over my pocket and then I remembered I’d lost it almost a week ago at the club...Great. A chilly breeze hit my face and sent a shiver up my spine. I glanced around warily, alone in the cold, dark night. I’d found it surprising that Ashton had suggested we meet like this. Since the kidnapping attempt, he had shown an overwhelming level of protectiveness toward me. He didn’t want me going anywhere alone and seemed to have a weird sixth sense for finding my location whenever I did.
My gaze shot over to a pitch-black area by the fence, shadowed by a thick cluster of brooding trees. An unsettling feeling trailed up my spine like ice crystallizing up a pipe. It felt as though I was being called over there by some unseen entity. I stared as though in a trance, too spooked to move for a minute. Then, once my eyes adjusted, I realized I was actually looking at a hole in the fence, just big enough for me to squeeze through. So I straightened myself up and gingerly walked over there. My jacket got snagged on a piece of jagged iron as I ducked down and slipped through to the other side.
“Come on, you dumbass jacket!”I yanked it free and continued on my way.
Pale, blotchy trunks of barren sycamore trees drearily loomed throughout the graves, their roots stretching toward the winding creek nearby. The bodeful call of a great horned owl hooted from above. I glanced up and found its silhouette perched on one of the thick, twisted boughs, looking like a little feathered devil against the night sky. My steps cut through the wispy mist that slowly slithered across the ground, weaving its way between the old, abandoned tombstones. I inhaled a long, nervous breath, the rush of being out here so late giving me the jitters.
Once I got near the back of the cemetery, my flashlight flickered and then went out.“Stupid, worthless thing!”I grumbled under my breath as I smacked it a few times. Then I threw it off into the distance with a hiss of anger. I didn’t even have my phone as a backup. It was a new moon tonight, leaving only the stars to grace the land with a faint hint of luminescence. The lack of light caused the surrounding landscape, from the gnarled branches to the cracking obelisk stones, to twist into imagined terrors, dripping in darkness.
A chilling breeze picked up and swirled the rustling leaves in a circle around my body like a mini vortex. My paranoid gaze became glued to the treeline in front of me, leading into the impenetrable darkness of the forest beyond. The familiar feeling of unseen eyes leering at me filled my veins again with icy fear.There’s no one there. You’re just going crazy!My breath hitched at the overwhelming sense of a malevolent presence standing before me. I took a step back and grabbed hold of one of the unkempt gravestones behind me.
“What’s the matter, Buttercup? Are you afraid of the dark?” The familiar deep voice rumbled from the same shadows I was staring into, followed by a sinister chuckle.
“What the!? Ashton?”I craned my neck forward and squinted my eyes. “Come on, where are you? You’re really creeping me out right now.”
“Take off your jacket. Let me see you,” his seemingly disembodied voice commanded.
This better not be some freaky ass demon-ghost thing masquerading as Ashton...
I bit my lower lip without realizing it and slowly removed my jacket. It dropped to the cold, damp ground in a crumpled heap. I stood there among the old forgotten graves, timidly peering into the shadows, wearing nothing but my boots and an intricate set of gothic, lacy black lingerie that Ashton had gifted me. Goosebumps broke out across my skin, and I began to shiver.
“Beautiful,” he silkily purred as he emerged from the darkness before me. I blinked a few times, convinced that my eyes were playing tricks on me. It looked as though he had literally materialized out of the damn darkness. The dreadful feeling vanished when I saw him, replaced by excitement and anticipation.
He approached and wrapped his fingers under my chin, sticking his thumb into my mouth to release my lip. “However, your outfit is missing a piece,” he purred into my ear, then released my face. The back of his knuckles brushed along my neck. Leaves rustled beneath him as he took a small step back and reached into his jacket. He pulled out a black lacy choker with a slender chain attached to it. I stared at him with wide, nervous eyes as he clasped it around my neck, his hand lingering on the faint scar from his bite. “There, that’s better.”
I reached up and ran my fingers along the unexpected addition to my outfit. “What’s this for?”
“This...” He tugged on the chain. “...is to remind you thatyou belong to me.” He yanked the chain even harder and pressed his soft lips to mine in a rough, dominating kiss.
Our tongues danced for a moment, as we relished the taste and feeling of each other’s mouths. I pressed myself up against him, desperate to feel his heat. Ashton broke the kiss and spun me around. He pressed his erection against my lower back and reached around with both hands to fondle my breasts. I felt myself growing wetter, and my pussy throbbed as he slowly ground his hips against my ass. His long fingers teased and pinched my hardened nipples through the thin fabric of my bra.
“Ashton,” I moaned in a soft, breathy voice.
His stubbly jaw caressed my cheek as he made a deep, sensual purring noise; then he nibbled on my earlobe. “Do you know what I plan to do to you tonight, Buttercup?” One of his hands slid down my stomach and rested right above my panties.
“What?” I asked, leaning my head back against him, my breath coming in quick gasps as he continued to tease my body.
He grabbed under my chin to lean my head back and placed a quick, yet hungry kiss on my lips. “I plan to make you beg for my cock. I want to see tears of desperation streaming down those lovely cheeks of yours... and between your thighs. I plan on making you scream that you belong to me so loud that it could wake the dead. And believe me, you will belong to me this night.” His voice grew rougher as he spoke, and his face looked downright ferocious. He jammed his hand beneath my panties and over my pussy, then possessively squeezed. He yanked the chain back, pulling my upper body closer against him, eliciting a little yelp from me. “Now tell me, who does this sweet little cunt belong to?”
I struggled to suck in a breath since the choker was, well, choking me. “You. It belongs to you.” My hands reached up and tried to loosen it a bit.
“That’s right. It’smine.” He licked up from my collarbone to my ear, his tongue grazing over the choker and my grasping fingertips. I gasped and goosebumps spread across my skin as he slipped a finger inside me. “It’s mine to feel...” He pumped his finger in and out. “To taste...” He pulled it out and then stuck it in his mouth. “And to fuck.”
Oh, snap...
With a growl, he abruptly bent me over the headstone. I made a little“Oof”noise as my hands latched onto the cold, rough stone for support. He kicked my legs apart with precision, spreading them wide for his viewing. He positioned his hand above my butt as he pulled on the chain, forcing me to arch my back. “Keep your legs spread and your back arched for me, Buttercup.” I did as he said, staying perfectly still for him. His eyes lingered on my backside as he removed his jacket and shirt, leaving him in just his pants and boots. “Now, I hope you’re not too attached to these already...” He looped his finger under and around the crotch of my panties between my legs and sensually glided his knuckle up and down the slick folds of my pussy.
“Well, I do like—”
