Page 64 of Lilies from Hell

“Let go of me.” I say through gritted teeth, hitting his back with my fist.“Let go of me!”

“Shut up,” he murmurs as he starts walking without a care in the world. Of course the rest of the people will just stare like idiots and part the way like if he were some kind of God.

“Grace!” I decide to try, knowing that she may be the only one crazy enough to go against him.

“If someone dares to cross our path I will use his guts to tie your hands while I fuck you raw in front of everyone.” My body warms with a tingling sensation when I imagine the scenario in my fucked up head, and my cheeks blush, as incredible as it is taking into account the position I am in now. “Not that noisy now, are we?” He asks with a mocking tone.

“Arsehole,” I mutter under my breath. I receive a hard slap on the back of my left thigh as soon as the word slips from my mouth. The stinging on my skin makes my flesh go warm with need.

I bite my lip, trying to get distracted from his rude hands holding me. We arrive in front of a black door, then enter the dark space in complete silence. When the lights finally come on, he drops me on the floor with a sudden movement, and I find myself standing in some kind of office. The furniture looks modern, but the cobwebs and old chandeliers on the ceiling make it look older than it is. There is only a desk in the center, a black leather sofa, and a bookshelf. How long has he owned this place? As far as I know, he’s been here less than three months.

“What the fuck do you want now?” I ask with feigned disinterest.

He slams the door shut before approaching me and sliding his hand up my neck to my jaw, holding it between his fingers so that my eyes cannot look away from his gaze. My breathing becomes erratic when I see the coldness in his eyes. I feel the urge to close my eyes and move closer to his mouth, but I chose to pay attention to what he says instead. It’s important to listen to people from time to time.

“You should watch your tongue.”

“Oh? Says who?” I whisper, moistening my lower lip afterwards. His eyes fall there before he lowers his hand to my neck and squeezes it hard enough that I can’t move my head.

The grim smile on his lips makes me regret speaking earlier. My body trembles with the desire to find out what it would feel like if he tightened his grip on my neck a little more.

“You like to test my patience. Don’t you?” he hisses.

He doesn’t wait for my response. Instead he forces me to my knees before him, making me gasp. His hand still on my neck. My body is paralyzed with anticipation and a desire that grows by the second, making me blush and clench my muscles so hard it hurts.

Then he leaves my body lying face down on the cold floor before positioning himself on top of me, moving my hips. I stifle a moan when I feel his hardness against my arse. A shiver runs down my spine, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation as I hear the belt slide through the denim fabric of his pants.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Hands behind your back. Now,” he says harshly.

I move my hands behind my back. The clouded senses in my head distract me from reality until he starts tying my hands with his leather belt. Then he grabs a handful of my hair and lifts my head until our eyes meet. What I see in his eyes makes me shiver. This is not the time. I repeat to myself like a mantra in an attempt to forget the tingling in my belly.

“I don’t like repeating myself, Lena. I already told you once that I didn’t want anyone touching you. It seems like a very bad joke, you know?” he murmurs brushing one of my cheeks with his finger.

“I didn’t kiss him, you should get your eyes checked,” I retort with a frown, his devilish smile making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

“I’m not fucking blind, lyubov’, I saw very clearly how his lips landed on yours. If you had listened to me and hadn’t gone up to him in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.”

He smiles again before going to the back of the desk, right where there are some drawers. My eyes widen, noticing chains thicker than the ones from the other day. What little breath I have left leaves me when he uses that chain to wrap around my neck. First passing it through my teeth, gagging me with it. My stomach tightens as I feel that tickling sensation from before intensify until it makes me gasp. He grabs the metal chain and pulls it upward, taking my breath away for the few seconds it takes me to clumsily stand up with my hands tied behind my back.

Drool begins to slide down my chin as I repress my internal plea for him to tighten the chains around my neck. Then he drags me by the chain to the desk. There is something about the situation that keeps my thighs pressed together in a vague attempt to ignore the squeezing in my stomach. Maybe it’s the way he keeps me under his control with just a few metal chains. Or the way I try to follow his steps, almost crawling on the floor.

He pushes my body up onto the desk, my arse in the air. In the blink of an eye, my skirt and underwear are somewhere on the floor. He now caresses my soaking wet folds. I stifle a scream when he roughly shove his fingers into my vagina. I clench my teeth on the metal in a failed attempt to swallow the next moans. The pain of the bite on my gums makes the pleasure grow, flushing my cheeks with a shame that has no place in the face of the pleasurable electricity left by his fingers. The chains around my neck are at his disposal to cut off my breath at any moment. It’s driving me crazy, but I’m determined to avoid it, no matter how hard it is.

“You’re going to learn to have more discipline with me, lyubov’,” he says in a cold voice before pulling his fingers out. I can only manage a muffled moan as my vision begins to blur and my legs start to tremble.

As the chain swallows my words again, his hand slams hard against my arse, making me gasp in surprise and leaving a slight trail of burning and itching on that spot of my skin. He goes again and again, each time harder than the last. At the same time, he tightens his grip on the chain around my neck. A couple of tears roll down my cheeks and mix with the saliva on my chin. It’s much better than I ever imagined.

I lift my arse impulsively. He takes that as a sign to increase the force of his hand, slapping my now throbbing arse cheeks while his other hand takes away what little oxygen I have left. I squeeze my thighs together as I feel myself about to completely lose my mind on the table. My face turns redder than ever. I can’t possibly be enjoying this so much.

At one point, I feel something warm and soft press against my entrance. It has something else I can’t tell now. It never enters, instead it smoothly slides between my cheeks, making my sore throat hold a long moan. I listen to his low grunts as his length goes all around the line that separates my cheeks, spreading my wetness all around the place. His hand doesn’t stop abusing my skin. I turn my head enough to meet the intensity of his gaze and parted lips. His pants and boxers are lowered down to his knees.

I let out a baffled scream when the accumulation of sensations inside me descends to stain the desk, leaving me with a trail of electric shocks in my stomach as I feel something sticky and warm get between my inner thighs and arse. That’s when black spots take over my vision until I fall unconscious.

I sit up quickly, forgetting about my aching skin until the sharp pain shooting through my muscles makes me gasp. Then I cough uncontrollably with my hands on my throat. It hurts a lot and I feel as if the corners of my mouth are burning.

I move my thighs, feeling the insides of them and my arse sticky. I look around, in search for something to use to clean myself. I’m still in the office, alone and dressed on a long leather sofa. I dig my nails into it when the door flies opens, revealing his figure. He’s carrying a glass of water and a pill on a small silver platter that he then leaves on the coffee table in front of me. I look away as he sits down next to me, holding the pill.