Page 11 of Dangerous Deviance
“Then take off your clothes,” I said. She flinched. I motioned towards the bed, then turned my gaze toward the window, giving her a moment to follow my command. The world continued outside, shifting and working and twisting, making bets, taking chances. That’s what Ellie was. A chance. A new hand. “I want to see what’s mine,” I said. I turned my chin to the side so that she could hear me better, but I didn’t look in her direction. “Set your clothes to the side, then sit on the bed and wait for me.”
A moment of silence passed. Then the rustle of her clothing against her skin told me that she was obeying. Good.
Once the shuffling stopped, I turned slowly around. She was leaning against the bed, her bare ass on the comforter. A few freckles spotted her chest, right above her breasts, like a constellation written in her skin. Her chest was different from her back; it was blank, unmarked, as if whatever had happened had always been focused on her back. Her breasts were small in comparison with her firm body. Athletic, not slim, and muscular to the core. Still, the softness of her pink nipples matched her lips. Those electrifying blue eyes saw me, saw past the bullshit, and still wanted to fight me, but were holding back for now, surrendering to her god.
I gestured behind her. “Lay on the bed.”
She shifted her weight, her back on the comforter, grimacing at the contact. I pressed on her thighs until her legs were spread before me. Her folds were covered in stubble, a small black line near her opening, her beaded clit and her pussy lips slick with moisture.
My cock twitched. So Ellie liked being ordered around? That was promising.
With my hands, I spread her lips, looking at her in detail. That black line spread, a scar dashed across her skin, healed, but dark, marking her forever. Another on the inside of her lips too. And her ass? A pink scar on her hole, as if she had a cut there once too, but had healed over. Perhaps she had surgery. Or perhaps, it was far more sinister.
I rubbed my cock through my pants, rubbing the head as I stared at her folds. Scarred as she might have been, her cunt was decadent and showed how much she had been through. With her eyes up at the ceiling, I stepped back. There would be time to take Ellie, but not yet.
“Get some rest,” I said. “It’s been a long day for you.”
She opened her mouth, but I shut the door behind me.
Tomorrow would be different.
CHAPTER 4
Ellie
The night gave me fitful rest, but when I finally fell asleep, I dreamed of my sister. We were little, then, playing on the shores of a rocky river, our mother and father sitting at a nearby park bench, watching us from afar. A castle of mud and rubble was constructed before us, lumpy and leaning to one side, covered in soggy leaves. We removed a snail from the bushes and put it on top, named our shelly friend the queen’s knight. My sister was a few years younger than me, but when we were together, we always had fun. Life was bliss.
But then everything changed in that dream. The clouds covered the sky, and when I looked up at the park bench, it was empty, and my sister was gone. The rain dissolved our castle into muddy remains, covering me in its dirt. The water choppy, crashing into the shore.
I woke up with a startle, expecting to be met with thunder and lightning. Instead, the sun blinded me through the window and beat down onto the lands below it.
There was no sign of him. And there was that silence. Terrible, complete silence.
Where was that voice?
My stomach churned, gurgling in annoyance. I slid off of the bed, and a swampy funk came from my pits. I needed to eat and shower. I remembered one of his rules; I had free rein of the entire floor and the rooftop.
Large stones covered the walls of the attached bathroom, and a giant rain shower head was in the middle of the stall. I stayed in there until the steam made it hard to breathe, trying to see if the warmth would stir any memories. But nothing came.
I picked through the bag of clothes Maddie had left behind and settled on a pair of leggings and an oversized shirt. In the kitchen, a note was placed on the counter:Help yourself. —W
My stomach grumbled in response, but helping myself tohisfood seemed like an admission. I could stomach a shower, but food too? That was giving in. And before I did that, I needed to figure out where I was.
I roamed the penthouse. There were five bedrooms, one of which had been converted into an office, and two of which were dual masters. I assumed Wil had slept in one master, letting me sleep in the other. But there was no sign of him anywhere, except for the note in the kitchen. It was like walking onto a stage set, not exploring a real home.
In the other master bedroom, I went to the window, staring out. It was a different angle of the city, but still, I didn’t see anything I recognized. I slid the curtain to the side, but the fabric caught on something hard and metal. I pulled it back, revealing a set of metal cuffs anchored to the wall. Another set for the ankles. My stomach dropped, but I sucked in a breath. It’s not like I hadn’t expected it, the way he had acted, touching my throat, demanding that I was his. But still, seeing the restraints right there, hidden behind the curtain as if they were just a blemish in the paint, was alarming. What did Wil want from me?
Sometimes, we have to do things we don’t like, the voice said, sending chills down my spine. There it was. I wanted more. What did it mean?Did I want to know?
He thinks you’re weak, the voice said, calm and cathartic, stroking my bruised conscience.That you’re helpless. And he’ll prey on you like he preyed on her. Unless you stop him.
Stop him fromwhat? Where was my sister? If he hurt her, I wouldn’t need a voice to tell me what to do. I would kill him.
In the office, one wall was covered in books, while the other had a large wooden desk taking up most of the space. In the middle, there was a small round table with an empty vase. I sat behind the computer, tapped the device awake. If I searched my name, maybe I would be able to find more information. But the device was locked. I slammed my fists into the desk, staring up at the ceiling. Then I noticed something: in the corner of the room was a small, black camera, almost like a button. I checked the other rooms too, and sure enough, Wil had every corner covered. Wil might not have been around, but there was a chance he was watching right now, wherever he was. I passed through each room, glancing up at the corners, trying to determine what kind of person would be like that. What exactly did he do that would require that much surveillance?
He’s your enemy, the voice said.A man that needs to be eliminated.
I understood that, but why?
