Page 36 of Ravaged
CHAPTER 11
Teagen
Ethan grabbed my cheeks, pushing himself down my throat, not caring that it was harder to breathe, that I was choking. As my throat muscles grasped around him, he threw his head back and moaned, his come erupting inside of me. The salty sweetness filled my mouth, covering my tongue. I savored the taste, savored the knowledge of what we had done. I had made him come like that. It was all me.
After the last twitch, he pulled his cock from my mouth in a lazy drag. His eyes focused on the sky, then blinked down at me. His face darkened. As if he had suddenly realized what we were doing. That it was all me.
On fire one minute, and cold as ice the next. I never knew what to make of him. Still, he held out a hand and helped me stand. I brushed off my knees, the twigs and leaves falling to the ground.
“Your hair,” he said.
I tentatively touched my head. There was a thick knot in the back, as if I had tried to create volume through it on purpose. Using my fingers, I untangled it as best as I could. He motioned at the robe’s opening.
“Tie it up.”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “Give me a second,” I said. It’s not like he was the only one involved in the screwing. I hated his sudden back and forth. He couldn’t make up his mind, and I had to constantly guess what was the best way to act around him. I pulled the robe tight and tied it off, then dusted off what I could of the debris that had collected on the fabric. He handed me the napkin from earlier, with two pieces of bread. As soon as I laid eyes on them, my stomach growled. He didn’t have to tell me twice; I ate them in a few bites.
He put a hand on my lower back and pointed forward.
“If you run,” he said, “I will find you.”
My brain was cloudy. “I think I left my running shoes back home,” I said, smiling. He raised an eyebrow, surprised that I would make a joke right then, but said nothing. We walked at a steady pace, which was good because I was still in a sex stupor.
My stomach rolled as the house came into view. How long would I be held captive here, before they found something else to do with me?
He opened the back door and I went inside. The house was empty. A loaf of bread was on the stone countertop. Modern light fixtures hung from the ceiling. Another door, I assumed, led to the dining room. Although the rest of the house gave a very old-fashioned impression, the kitchen seemed as though it had been redone recently, with brand new appliances, and a trendy breakfast nook overlooking the garden. Ethan guided me forward, and we turned down the hallway, the one I knew led to the basement and to the cage. But he went past that door with the extra bolt, to the door beside it.
I stood in the doorway. A maroon and navy comforter tossed with throw pillows. A window, showing the sun beginning to drift down, sinking below the trees. A wooden dresser. A mirrored closet. An unremarkable bedroom, one that could have been a guest room. He put pressure on my back.
“Inside,” he instructed.
I stepped forward, enough to get out of his way. He took handcuffs from a duffel bag in the closet and cuffed my wrists, then removed another set with a chain between the two, and attached those to my ankles. Miniature touchpads in green lights were on the side of each set of cuffs. He delicately punched in some numbers until both of them beeped. He motioned to an attached bathroom. I shook my head. He went past me and closed the door. Water splashed in the sink. A deep, heavy sigh came from within.
He emerged shirtless, his ab muscles rippling as he moved across the room. He took another chain from the underside of the bed and attached it to the shackles around my ankles.
“Stay here,” he said. “It’s the safest place for you.”
I raised a brow and gave him a side-smile. “I was actually thinking of going to the bar. Want to get a nightcap?”
He stared at me for a moment, leaning in, trying to see if I was being serious. Then a smile grew until it took up his entire face, and he gave a big, hearty laugh. It might have been from pure exhaustion, and less from my joke, but it made me feel proud to see him like that. Again, that same feeling, to know that I had made him laugh, that he was beautiful like that. Like he wasn’t angry at the world for once.
After he came down from the belly laughs, the smile dropped, but a subtle hint of pleasure lingered on his face. “You are truly something else,” he said. “You’re not afraid?”
“I’m definitely afraid,” I said in a sheepish voice, “but what else can I do, besides try and make the most of it?”
He tilted his head, but didn’t give a response. Then he left the room.
After a few minutes passed in silence and I realized he was going to be away for a while, I settled, I sat on the floor, leaning on the mattress, and fell asleep. By the time the door opened again, it was night—the dark sky crept in through the windows. A flicker of the light came from the open door, then disappeared.
Ethan let out a sharp breath. “We’ll get you washed up in the morning,” he said.
“This perfume is actually very expensive,” I said. “It’s excavated from the swamps at the peak of summer. Very hip right now.”
A half chuckle escaped his lips, his smile cast on me as he went to the shower. I listened to the sounds of water dropping off of him, falling down, disappearing into the drain. In the morning, would he watch me in the shower, like he had sworn he would do when he first took me to the bathroom?
The shower faucet turned off. Eventually, the bristles of a toothbrush hummed through the door, then the final spit of toothpaste landed in the sink. The door creaked open. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he went to the closet and put on boxer briefs. Tight on his flexing ass. I was in captivity and I was still drooling over that eye candy. But anyone in their right mind would do that, when it came to Ethan.
He took a free pillow from the bed and handed it to me. Then he ripped the comforter off of the bed and threw it down too.
