Page 28 of Salace

I hold out my hand to him. He takes it. My thoughts are chaotic and fractured but I can’t find it in me to care. His hand in mine feels electrifying, and I lead him towards the basement door.

As we descend down the stairs, the musty smell of the dark basement fills my nostrils. The only light source comes from a dim bulb hanging by a thread from the ceiling. Kasey shivers next to me, but I press on.

Once we reach the bottom of the stairs, I pull him towards a small room in the corner. The room is bare except for a twin bed and a metal chair. I gently push Kasey onto the bed and straddle him. I secure his hands to the scarves I knotted to a chain I bolted across the wall.

“Don’t worry,” I say, running my fingers through his hair. “I’ll take care of everything.”

Kasey moans. I lean in and press my lips to his, feeling his body tense up at first, but then relax into the kiss. My hands roam over his body, feeling every muscle beneath his shirt. His breathing becomes more ragged, and I can tell he’s feeling the full effects of the sedative.

I pull away from the kiss and take off his shirt, revealing his chiseled torso. I run my hands over his chest, feeling his heart race beneath my fingers. I then trail my hands down his abs, teasingly pulling at the waistband of his pants.

Kasey moans, and I know he’s ready for more. I slowly undo his pants pulling them down to reveal his cock. I lean down and take him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his tip before taking him all the way in. He tastes salty and musky, and I can feel him growing harder in my mouth.

Suddenly, Kasey tries to push me off. “Wait,” he whispers.

I reach up and slap a hand over his mouth.

KASEY

My breathing is labored.

My arms are restrained by something heavy, and I can barely open my eyes.

I feel a sliver of saliva as it drips from my bottom lip to my sternum, and try to lift my head.

But even a movement as slight as the one I manage causes my head to spin.She drugged me.The reality sets in like a hammer to my already pounding head.

How could I have been so fucking blind?

As I take in another heavy breath, I know the answer, and it stings as much as my breathing does.

The need for love in any form, for acceptance of being who I am, led me here to this place. I wanted Aimee Huntington so goddamn much that it blinded me, and here I am—stuck under her home with her clearly insane mother and no way to get out of this. Even with all of this resonating in my semi-conscious state, there’s a part of me that wouldn’t want to find a way out.

Of course, attempting to make such a crazy thing happen is what got me in this mix-up in the first place.

“Ju…” My lips smack together as the words drown in my foggy state.Come on, Kasey.“Ju… li… a.”

“You’re awake!”

The excited tone and high tenor of her voice causes me to close my eyes tightly, staving off another pounding sensation in my head.

I do my best to nod, but instead look like a slightly off-kilter bobblehead with the way my head moves erratically.

“Do you like everything, Kasey? I worked really hard on this just for you—forus.”

I take in a painful, deep breath, then try to force my eyes open again. I can try to placate her and maybe she’ll let me go, or at the very least, untie me.

One of my eyes cooperates as best as it can, opening slightly wider than the other. She’s a blur for the most part, and the harder I try to bring her into focus, the more I realize that I kind of don’t want to.

Julia is out of her mind.

I don’t know if it’s with lust, or if the alcohol finally killed any rational brain cells she had left, but I need to think fast and get out of this situation as quickly as possible.

If I make it through this, I’ll leave the state. Better yet, I’ll leave the fucking planet just to get far away from anywhere she could possibly find me.

The blur starts walking slowly toward me, hips swaying seductively, until she’s so goddamn close to me that I can feel her breath on my forehead.

Leaning down, Julia places her lips gently against my sweaty brow. I stiffen slightly as I feel the tips of her sharp fingernails trailing down my chest, my torso, then hooking into the waistband of my jeans.

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