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Once the brake is off, I shift the automatic gear dial to ‘D’. I still have my foot hard down on the gas, though, so the car lunges forward at great speed. I can’t control the steering wheel.
“Shit, shit, shit!” I scream as I career over the designer garden and back onto the driveway at high speed. “No,” I screech as a large car drives straight toward me. I can see Max at the wheel—his eyes wide as Eaton’s head pops around the front seat from the rear of the vehicle.” I try to veer left, to drive around them, but Max matches my move. “Get out the fucking way!” I yell at them. “Please,” I sob.
My plans of escaping fade away. I have a split second to make my decision. I know I won’t get past them, so I slam on the brakes, but it's too late as the two cars crash into each other. The sound of metal on metal and glass smashing is deafening.
Thankfully, even though it felt like I was traveling at speed, it really wasn’t that fast, so I’m not injured, and I’m sure the two occupants in the other car are safe.
Before I have time to think, the door to my car is pulled open and Eaton is standing there. His eyes are dark as charcoal, and the sweat beads peppered over his brow reveal the anger coursing through him.
“Out,” he growls.
I shake my head. “Let me go home.”
He doesn’t reply but simply reaches into the car and drags me out like a rag doll. He swings me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and stomps toward the house. I try to struggle and escape, but he has a tight hold on me. I can’t move or do anything except thump his back with my hands in the hope he’ll put me down. As we enter through the front door, I see Lena standing there with her hand on her head. Blood covers her hand. I’m relieved I didn’t kill her, but then the reality of my situation sinks in, and I realize I could be the one who’s dying very soon.
“She hit me with a vase.” Lena shakes her head.
“You should have known better than to let that happen,” Eaton scolds her. “Max,” he shouts behind us. “Deal with Lena’s incompetence.”
“Consider it done.” Max replies, and I look up at him.
Max’s face is contorted with anger as well. I know instantly it’s not directed toward Lena, though, but toward me for hurting her.
I mouth to him, “Tell her I’m sorry.”
His nostrils flare, but I don’t get a chance to see any further reaction as Eaton continues his journey through the house with me over his shoulder. We pass the room I’m staying in and move to the rear of the house, to an area that looks like it isn’t used very often.
Eaton carries me down some stairs with me still thumping his back and asking to be released. The lighting is dark, but I can see enough to know he’s taking me into some kind of cellar.
“What are you gonna do to me?”
Eaton doesn’t respond. He just keeps walking until we reach a door that he pushes open. He flicks a small light switch on with one hand, giving me a chance to wiggle a bit more to try to escape, but all my efforts fail.
He carries me into a dimly lit room that has a bed against one wall, and he throws me onto the hard mattress with a thud.
“Ouch.” I cry as my body jars. “What are you gonna to do to me?”
Eaton still hasn’t spoken to me since he ordered me out of the car. He walks to the top of the bed, and grabbing my right hand, he places a metal cuff around it and secures it to the metal bed frame before I realize what’s happening. He then swiftly moves to the other side and does the same to my left hand as I start to thrash around on the bed.
“Let me go,” I scream.
I’m about to launch a barrage of expletives in his direction, but I know, even in the insanity of the moment, how angry they make him. I’m kicking my legs up and down on the bed, but I can’t match his strength. He has my left leg in his hand and cuffed to the bed with ease. The right leg suffers the same fate.
“Let me go, Eaton. You can’t do this to me.” I try to protest, but I know it’s futile. I’m completely at his mercy. “What are you gonna do?” I stare directly at him as he looks down at me. In this moment, I could believe he was the devil himself if I didn’t know better. Or maybe it’s true. Some say the devil walks among us. “Please,Eaton,” I plead one more time.
He just smirks and shakes his head. “Too late.”
He lifts my skirt and rips the panties from my body. My heart stutters. He’s going to rape me. Take what he wants. He is a monster, and this is his revenge. He reaches for the belt in the waistband of his pants but then shakes his head. Instead, he kneels down at the foot of the bed and places his head between my thighs and level with my pussy. I try to squirm and get away, but it’s useless. I’m trapped.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the moment I first saw you. Now I can.” Eaton dips his head down between my legs and licks the length of my sex. I bite my bottom lip, so I don’t make a noise, and shutting my eyes, I try to block out what he’s doing to me. This can’t be happening.
“Please, please, please,” I whisper. Hoping it will soon stop.
It’s embarrassing and makes me feel like I’ve become my mother. This man hates me, but here he is with his face buried in my pussy, licking me and sticking his tongue inside me. I want it all to end, but then he begins to move his tongue faster, and the first hint of a sensation I can’t describe hits me. It’s not horrible. In fact, it makes me forget this is a punishment. It feels too good to be wrong. Despite biting my lip, I can’t stop the groan that escapes from my throat. It’s deep and lusty. I’ve never heard my mom make a noise like that before.
What is Eaton doing to me?
The pleasure within me continues to grow until it reaches a crescendo, and I can’t hold in the sensations inside me anymore. It feels like the orgasms I’ve been giving myself, but even better. My body pulsates on the bed, and I squeeze my legs together to keep Eaton where he is so I can get as much pleasure from him as possible. Eventually the pure bliss subsides, and I’m left with a heady feeling of floating.
