Page 18 of Creep
“So, what’s the plan for the rest of the night? Or is it tomorrow night already? I’m not sure because, for some reason, I keep either getting knocked out, or passing out for hours.” I find his eyes and quirk my brow.
“You’re funny, little girl. Who would have guessed behind all that attitude you can be a smartass as well. Too bad for you, I prefer the attitude, because your smartass mouth isn’t getting my dick as hard as that does. You shutting the fuck up is preferable to me right now. Unless you want me to be the one to do it for you? I’ve already told you my favorite method, but if you would like a reminder, I don’t mind giving you one.”
I lose my snarky remark the second he references shoving his cock down my throat. My stomach flips in disgust.Or is it in arousal?What the actual fuck is wrong with me?This man is talking about fucking my mouth against my will and my dumbass is sitting here getting wet from it.Yeah, I’m most definitely all kinds of fucked up.
He shifts my arms to the side, bringing them to rest on top of the bed instead of the side. He drops them and reaches over to grab my hips from my lying down position. I jerk myself up, squirming out of his grip, but he squeezes tighter, moving me until my bottom half swings off the bed in a doggy style position.Well, this definitely isn't good.
I can’t even fathom the different things that could happen in a position like this. Yeah, scratch that. I definitely could, and I don’t like a single idea that pops into my head.Or do I?
Suddenly, my jeans are ripped down my thighs and thrown across the room. I whip my head around to look at Vincent but he’s not even looking at my face. The fucker is blatantly staring at my ass.
“My eyes are up here, motherfucker. What the fuck do you think you’re doing right now? Untie me and give me my jeans, right the fuck now.” Anger boils through my veins, but more than the anger is the fucking fear I feel.
“What makes you think I give a shit about your eyes, hm?” he quirks his brow. “What I’m doing is playing with you, my little slave. Teaching you a lesson. Enjoying myself.” He leans forward, resting his hand on the top of my head. He runs his fingers through my long, tangled strands. Wrapping my hair around his fist in a tight hold, he shoves my face into the bed.
“I’ve told you to shut the fuck up way too many times today baby doll. Please, make me say it again.”
The pressure he’s putting on my skull is so immense, I can barely breathe, let alone answer him. I try to nod my head, but it must be good enough for him because he relieves the pressure on my skull, though he doesn’t let off my hair. My body is screaming at me to move, but I decide it’s best if I stay still for the time being. I’m beginning to realize this man does not fuck around and I don’t know how to react. With Ben, I always knew what to expect, but this is uncharted territory for me and I’m reacting poorly out of my fight or flight instincts.
Satisfied I’m where he wants me, he leans back, pulling my hair with him and my back arches at an incredibly painful angle.
“Hmm.” He runs his nose along my neck, inhaling, causing goosebumps to crawl across my skin. “You smell fucking divine, baby doll, and you look irresistible like this, but I think you’ll look even better when your ass is blistered red and tears are running down your face. What do you think?”Fuck, okay. I’m panicking.Yep, I’m panicking. I wrench my body up and away from him, but as if he already knew what I was going to do, he grips my hips, halting my movements.
“Times up, baby doll.” He removes his hands from my hips as he reaches for the whip lying on the bed. Without warning, he steps back and swings it down against my backside in a brutal blow. Fire rips across my ass, a scream tearing from my throat simultaneously. Before I can manage more than a scream, he brings it down again, in the same spot as before, but impossibly harder. Tears burst from my eyes, running down my already tear stained face.
Fuck, this is beyond brutal. I don’t think I can take this kind of pain.
Vincent steps forward until his groin is right against my ass, rubbing against the fresh wounds. I hiss at the contact, trying not to show him how much pain I’m in.
He brings his lips to my ear. “I’m sick and fucking tired of your constant disrespect. I told you I’d show you what real fucking pain is, baby doll. You think the pathetic little blade you use will help you forget your shitty life? News flash, you’re wrong.”
“You know what I’m doing, baby? I’m showing the kind of pain you need. This is the kind of pain that makes you forget absolutely anything and everything except what you’re feeling in this very moment. I know you already know what I’m talking about because you can feel it, can’t you?”
He traces his tongue along my cheekbone, pulling back enough to bring his eyes to mine “Since the first lash, you haven’t thought of a single thing except the pain you feel, correct?”
Fuck, I hate he’s right, because he is. This pain is consuming everything. I don’t care about a damn thing because I can’t think about anything other than what’s happening right now.
“You better get real used to it, baby doll. Until you can learn to shut that fucking mouth of yours, this is what you will get every time. Three lashes.”
“Three? You’ve only given me two.” I manage to croak out, but I instantly realize how stupid of me it was to mention it, because in the next second, I feel the third across my ass and lower back. I arch my back in a pathetic attempt to escape the blow. Vincent grabs my hair again, pulling until my back is against his front and my hands are pulled down in front of me from the rope. He wraps his large hand around my throat and squeezes me against him until every inch of my back is touching every inch of his torso.
“If you think that was bad, you’re going to be in for quite the surprise. That isnothingcompared to what’s to come, baby doll. It was just a little taste of what I want to do to you. Remember that.” He smashes his lips down against mine. I gasp at the unexpected contact, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. I run my tongue along his, twisting them together and reveling in the contact. Fire surges through my bloodstream, and I mold myself deeper into his body.
His grip against my throat tightens as he deepens our kiss. He becomes more aggressive and pulls me harder against him, causing our teeth to clash together. But the contact spurs him on even more. He pulls my bottom lip in between his teeth and bites down. My blood floods our mouths and unexpected pleasure rips through me. I can feel him harden against my backside and my ass screams in pain as I grind against his growing cock. My body completely took over the second his lips touched mine.
I don’t know what the fuck this is, but whatever it is, is not good.
Snapping myself out of it, I yank my head away from his, gasping. My chest is heaving as if I just ran ten miles. It takes me a moment to open my eyes, but when I do, I notice he’s already looking at me. Confusion rings loud in his eyes, his brow furrowing as our eyes stay connected. Both of our internal monologues are probably screaming,What the fuck was that?
Vincent shoves me away and I fall to the bed, my arms pulling against the rope. He’s already almost to the door when I look back at him, “What the fuck? You’re just going to leave me tied up?” He completely ignores me as he slams the door behind him.
I look down at my arms, the blood covering them has long since dried, leaving streaks down my arms. That was beyond fucking weird. And so fucked up. I can still feel my pussy throbbing, demanding a release. I’ve never had an orgasm, or even been turned on before, but apparently my body knows what it wants.
But whydidit turn me on?He was violent, demanding, brutal. Theexactthings Ishouldn’twant, yet, here I am wanting to beg for more.
I roll to my side and hiss when my ass makes contact with the bed, but this pain is nothing compared to the shit Ben has put me through. I can fight through this.
Maybe.
