Page 94 of Look My Way
He’s always showing me something new about myself. How can two people want so many of the same things while finding more common ground as they go?
“Not long now,” he says, and his updates are kind of sweet. So is the gesture of leaving the rope a little loose around my skin. So gentle and rough at the same time. So dangerous and safe. Only with me, though. No one else gets this. Anyone else he’s had in this position was on their way to meet their death, but I’m on my way to live.
A door snicks open and there’s a draft in the place we enter. Metal shakes around us, and I think we might be in some kind of warehouse, but I’m not sure. “Where have you taken me?”
“Somewhere special. You’ll like it, I promise.”
“I don’t think I will.” I go back to acting like I don’t want any of this. He really could be leading me to my death, and I’m ready to die happy if that’s the case.
Another door opens, and I jump in his arms when we go down some steps. The air’s thicker where we are, and my lungs struggle to take in a new breath, my heart feeling too big in my chest. A metallic scent hits my nose and I lift my head, kicking again. Zavier laughs and lowers me until my feet are touching the ground. The blade slides up my body and presses to the front of my neck halting my breath.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re going to play a game. It’s a big room and perfect for running in. Don’t worry, since your eyes are covered and arms are tied, I’ll give you a head start. Only if you promise to keep that blindfold on, though.”
“What if I don’t want to play?”
“You don’t have a choice. But if you manage to outrun me and find your way out before I catch up to you, I’ll let you go.”
“And if I don’t?” The air in my lungs is like glass.
“You really want to know? Or would you rather it be a surprise?”
“I’m not in the mood for surprises.” The lie is clear in my tone, and his laughter is a reminder of what a terrible actor I am.
“So, if I catch you . . .” His voice is thick in my ear. “I’ll pin you to the ground and fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days.”
“Please. You don’t have to do any of this. You can just let me go.” I steady my breathing to focus on his.
“Oh, but I do.” The glee is evident in his light, happy tone. Flames lick at my spine, and he nicks my skin again causing a fever in me.
“How much of a head start?”
“I’ll count to twenty . . . how’s that?”
“Okay. What if I fall and hurt myself?”
“I’m counting on it. But it’s okay. You can handle it.” His hot breath electrifies my skin, and he’s right. I can handle it.
“One . . .” He starts counting, and I’m thinking what the hell did I get myself into as I lift my arms up slowly, moving one foot in front of the other.
“Two . . .” he says, drawing each letter out, and I walk faster, nearly stumbling early on. Catching myself, I try again and move faster, landing me against a wall. My shoulder screams, and when he’s at five, a deep panic sets it. Turning around, I feel around me again the best I can with my wrists tied, and I feel like a fire is lit under my ass when he reaches ten. I’m running, heart zigzagging and nausea seeping in. My foot catches on something and I fall forward, tangling myself in a plastic tarp. Gasps strain from my lungs as I push myself up, but his footsteps are gaining on me fast.
When did he reach twenty? It’s hard to hear with the pulsing in my ears and an inner ticking clock warning me of a bomb about to go off.
His boots hit the pavement harder, and he whistles. My skin feels like it’s separating as I go in a different direction than before, slowing down when my hands touch what feels like a railing. This could be over if I hurry up the stairs. I stand still for a second, then slowly lift one foot up onto a step, when a heavy presence closes in on me, fingers grabbing my wrist. I slam back against a hard body and he chuckles, saying, “I got you.”
“Please.” I no longer know what I’m begging for, but his smile on my cheek tells me I’ve said what he wants to hear.
“That’s right. Beg for it.”
I shake my head and he forces me to my knees. A scream crawls up my throat as the front of my body slams into the concrete, and desire whirlpools inside me. My thighs shake as he breaks them apart. Heavy weight pins me down, and I put up as much of a fight as I can muster, to no avail, then give in and lieflat. My underwear is yanked down, and his nose slides down my crack before he shoves his face in deep and his tongue grazes my hole.
I can’t see anything, but I feel like I’m seeing everything. The dark view is filled with colors, and I rub my face over the ground as he sinks his tongue in deep. He twists it and laps at my inner walls. I kick my feet, laughing and crying as he adds what feels like a silicone dildo. He pushes it in and out of me. I try to lift and he shoves it into me harder, hitting that magic spot inside me.
Paralyzed by pleasure, my eyes roll, and my skin is so sensitive to everything touching it. The air feels like cool caresses, and I arch my back, body spasming when a vibration shoots through me. Buzzing fills the room and the voltage is increased, causing me to scream louder.
“Oh fuck,” I say. I’m not supposed to sound like I’m enjoying this, but it’s all so good, I’m reveling in it. I lift my head, stretching out my limbs as I feel I’m being yanked in every direction, with waves of vibrations rolling through me.
