Page 53 of Creep
A deep breath leaves me when he doesn’t wake from the sound and I move to put the other on his right when something catches my eye. I move closer to the nightstand closest to him and see the metal of a gun glint in the moonlight.
The very same fucking gun I tried to shoot him with.
Fuck, that was not a good night. I lost my damn mind.
I pick it up and turn it around in my hand. It feels heavier than it did last time and I wonder if it’s because it’s actually loaded this time. I set it down on the opposite end of the bed from Vincent and then crawl up to his right side.
I grab his arm and ever so slowly pull it up until it’s above his head like his left. I close the cuff around his wrist and then the bed frame.
There. He’s finally the one fucking trapped for once.
I haven’t the slightest fucking clue as to what I’m doing. This was never part of the plan. But now he’s trapped, I know what I want.
I want him one last time, but whereI’mthe one in control.
I drag the blanket off of him and crawl on top of him. I wiggle my hips a few times and his cock begins to harden beneath me. Though my pussy is still covered by my panties, I can still feel every ridge of his cock against me as I move on top of him. I fight a moan as I begin to rock my hips back and forth a few times, working us both up.
Though Vin’s still asleep, he begins shifting his hips slightly with my movement and his cock throbs beneath me. It’s not long before we’re moving in tandem and my panties are soaked with my arousal. Vincent’s eyes spring open and immediately land on me. He goes to move his arms, but when they clank with the sound of the cuffs on the bars, he jerks his head up to where the noise is coming from. He swings his face back over and gapes at me.
“Looks like I’m the one who has you trapped for once.” I grin as I continue to rock my hips.
“Essa,” he spits out through clenched teeth. “Let. Me. Go.”
“No.” I watch as he clenches his fists and yanks against the cuffs.
“You know that doesn’t work, Vin,” I say breathlessly as I rock my hips harder against him and he growls but keeps moving with me—almost like he can’t help himself.
I know the feeling.
I can’t take it anymore. I get up on my knees which rest on either side of him and push my underwear to the side. I grab a hold of his cock and line it up with my entrance.
My slickness makes it easy for him to slide inside of me as I sink down. A breathy moan escapes my lips once I’m fully seated on top of him. My eyes close from the pleasure but I force them open. Vin’s eyes are locked on the junction of us. Hypnotized by his rapt stare, I swivel my hips and he groans while rocking his hips up. The force of his thrust is enough to bounce me up and I cry out when I come crashing back down.
Fuck, even when I’m on top and he’s fucking bound to the bed, he still manages to fucking control me.
I grind on his dick as he moves with me. His stare never leaves my face and I have to close my eyes to avoid the intensity of it. His anger and arousal are so potent, I feel it radiating between the two of us. I place my palms on his chest to steady myself as I rock against him. It’s not long before the need to come blasts through me and we both shout in unison as we reach our release at the same time. I pant as I slowly work us down before stopping all together. I rest my head against his chest and his arms clank as the handcuffs move against the metal.
“Let me go now, Essa.” Vincent’s cold words bring me down from the high I didn’t even fucking get to enjoy.
“No,” I refute as I climb off of him. His release slips from me and slides down my inner thighs, but I leave it as I pull my panties back into place and yank my sweats back on.
“Essa fucking Jaymes. Get the fuck over here and uncuff me,now!” he roars. His body visible shakes with his anger and sweat glistens across his skin from our fucking. His cock lays across his abs, still semi-hard. I lick my lips and move my gaze up his body, memorizing every fucking inch because I know this will be the last time I see it and as much as I want to be free of him—of everyone—I know some small, miniscule part of myself will miss this,and him.
My hand absently traces the wound on my neck as it begins to throb and the pain is like a punch in the fucking face, snapping me from my reverie. I don’t need to miss him and I don’t need to feel guilty for this.
He fucking hurt me.
He deserves to fucking hurt for once.
This needs to end.
My mind is consumed in a swirl of chaos as I move to the other side of the bed and pick up the gun I placed there. Once Vincent sees what is in my hands, he visibly pales. I have no clue what I’m doing as I round his side of the bed, gun in hand.
“Essa.” He speaks in a low tone. “Put the fucking gun down.”
“Now why the fuck would I do that, Vincent?” I shout as I wave the thing around.
I’ve really lost my fucking mind.
