A Dumb Idea Pt. 01

God. Fucking. Dammit.

The zip tie was cutting into my wrists, my knees were digging into the grooves of the van floor and I was pissed at Nat.

"I hate you," I grumbled under my breath so they couldn't hear us. Sure, I had duct tape over my mouth but I knew she understood me by the smile that crinkled the corner of her eyes.

She was fucking happy about this.

It smelt like wet dog and fresh dirt in here. It was cloying, something I'd most likely remember for the rest of my short life.

I knew it was going to be short because of how rough they'd been with us already. We weren't anything special to them, we were another day on the job, just two bodies to be used and disposed of.

My heart was beating out of my chest.

We weren't in the city anymore, we'd been driving for far too long. If we survived this, I was killing Nat myself. With how I was feeling towards her right now, I might even help our kidnappers.

Their balaclavas had covered everything except their dead eyes and I shivered at the recent memory. They were clinical and methodical as they grabbed us. It obvious it wasn't their first rodeo. They hadn't spoken a word and yet they worked like a well oiled machine, scooping us up, tying our hands behind our backs, duct taping our mouths and forcing us inside the back of the empty van.

The surface we were driving on changed to dirt or gravel, rocks kicked up under the van then it stopped. We rocked as it did, our shoulders bumping. I pulled shallow breaths through my nose and wide-eyed Nat.

She rolled her eyes at me.

The van rattled when the men got out of the van and closed the doors. A second later, the backdoor clicked open.

The two kidnappers, still wrapped up in balaclava and black clothing, greeted us with silence. Their forms were outlined by a warm light in the distance, they were huge. Definitely over six foot and wide as hell. They for sure went to the gym. At least three times a week.

Or they stole and carried women for a living.

I didn't have time to mull over their exercise routines because one of them leaned in and grabbed my bicep, dragging me to the edge of the van. My knees screamed as the floor scraped the skin from them.

Tweedle Dum gripped my jaw and ripped the duct tape from my mouth.

"So I can hear you scream," he rumbled.

Fuck. He sounded like one of those dark romance book narrators and arousal mixed with the fear. I mentally cursed myself for being pathetic and desperate.

Instead of letting my jaw go and taking my hand to help me down from the van, he just pulled on my face. My legs were stiff and I couldn't get them under me quick enough so I landed on the dusty gravel with a grunt. My shoulder had taken most of the impact and throbbed like a bitch.

"Jerk," I muttered as he, too easily, picked me up and set me on my feet. If I didn't know any better, the jerk smirked at me under his mask. Tweedle Dee disappeared into the van which rocked with his weight.

I heard Nat take a deep inhale.

"Hey, big-boy," she said seductively to her kidnapper. Not even a second later there was a sharp slap sound and a thunk.

He hit her.

We were fucked. Big time fucked.

My knees wobbled and tears pricked my eyes. Tweedle Dum huffed and shook his head.

"Be smarter than her and keep your mouth shut," he advised.

I gave him a questioning look as he started pulling me towards a small cabin that was lit only by a flood light.

"What was that look for?" He said quietly as the wooden porch under our feet creaked.

"You took the duct tape off but you want me to be quiet. Makes no sense," I said, trying to keep the snark out of my tone.

The door stuck as he tried to open it so he shoved it with his shoulder while he still gripped my bicep. His fingers dug into my flesh and I jerked with his movement.

Dust wafted and filled my nose. Yet another scent I was never forgetting. It stuck to my lungs and I held back a cough.

"Little pet, I want to punish you. I hope you do talk."

A bucket of ice washed over me and my breath caught. He wants me to fuck up and mouth off like Nat. My stomach tumbled at the nickname.

His heavy footsteps were louder than gun shots as he dragged me through the seemingly abandoned cabin. There was an inch of dust on every surface, cob webs were the only decorations. It was a small space, the kitchen, dining and living area were all in one. It was smaller than my apartment and that place was a shoebox.

There were two doors on the other side of the room that we were heading to. Tweedle Dum opened the left one and dragged me through it, closing the door behind him. We were doused it complete darkness, there were no windows in here to let the outside floodlight in. There was a click from behind me and then the room was bathed in an orangish dim light. It was completely empty save for a twin bed in the centre of it. The frame was wrought iron with the lumpiest mattress on planet earth atop it. No sheets or blankets and it was fucking freezing in here.

"Get on the bed," Tweedle Dum instructed.

I listened because what the hell else was I going to do? He was double my size and strong enough to throw me around like a rag doll. I stood no chance.

I sat on the edge of the bed but he huffed. "Legs up."

I did as I was told.

"Lean forward," he said as he whipped a knife out. I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut, tucking my head between my knees.

His warm, callused hand gripped my wrist like a vice and he snicked the zip tie. Relief was instant. My shoulders ached as I brought my hands to my front and massaged my wrists.

"Stay," he commanded like I was a dog and left the room. He didn't bother closing the door behind him. Was he really that confident that I wouldn't get away? That I wouldn't take an open door for what it was, an invitation to try to escape?

I might have been critiquing his kidnapping skills but I wasn't moving. My legs were frozen, unmoving as I stared at the open door. Because of where the bed was positioned, I couldn't see into the rest of the cabin but I could hear Tweedle Dee bringing Nat inside the cabin.

She was quite now.

I thought she'd finally realised what a pickle we were in but when Tweedle Dee brought her into the room she had a wide smile, teeth showing and drying blood on her chin.

Did she have a mental break or something? The hell was wrong with this woman?

"Stay in here and keep your fucking mouth shut, slut," Nat's masked man barked. He sounded annoyed as hell. And, honestly, I was feeling the same towards her.

"Yes, sir," she said mocked saluting as he stormed out of the room. The door slammed behind him sending up a fresh cloud of dust.

She tottered over to the bed like she had all the time in the world and we weren't fucking kidnapped.

"What is wrong with you?" I hissed.

Her brows rose. "What? I'm having fun. We're stuck here whether we like it or not, we may as well enjoy it."

"You're ins-"

I was cut off by a low vibrating sound.

"Do you still have your fucking phone on you?!" I whisper yelled at her.

"Yeah," she rolled her eyes and pulled it out of her bra. It was a cute little pink flip phone.

"Call for fucking help, Nat."

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"What the fuck do you mean no?" I tried to grab for her phone but she held it out of reach.

"I'll call soon, lets just see where this goes."

"No, thanks. Call them right now," I demanded and tried reaching for it again. She'd lost the plot.

She shook her blonde head. The bleach had melted her brain, I was sure of it. She was insane if she thought being here was better than being rescued. We were in an unknown location with two giant men and we had no idea what they wanted from us.

Anger and irritation that was simmering for her bubbled up to the surface, broke the dam and poured out.

I shrieked and leaped on top of her. We tumbled to the nasty wooden floors, wrestling for the pink phone. I straddled her, holding down her legs with mine as I snatched the phone from her. She dug her sharp acrylic nails into the skin of my forearms and I screamed, dropping it. It clattered to the side and she grabbed it before I could. I pinned her arm to the floor.

"Nat! Stop it. Give me your phone!"

"Get the fuck off me, Nik! You can't have it. You always do this. You always ruin my fun."

The door swung open at our feet and hit the wall with a loud bang. Large hands grabbed at me, yanking me from Nat and the phone. The other guy hauled Nat up by her waist and she hung limply in his arms. The phone abandoned on the floor between us. My chest heaved as I tried to pull out of the man's grip to get to it but his hands turned bruising and I winced, ceasing my movements.

"We'll strip them. Take her in their," my captor said, motioning with his head to take Nat out into the living area.

Nat didn't bother putting up a fight as Tweedle Dee walked her out of the room like a sack of potatoes after he scooped up the phone. She fucking wanted this. There was something seriously broken inside her bleached out brain.

Tweedle Dum finally released me when the door was closed.

I spun and took a step back from him.

He just stood there staring at me with his hands loosely by his sides, like he wasn't worried I was going to run. Was I? I was tense, my body was ready to run or fight or something. I felt so wound up, like a tight coil ready to explode.

We both just stood there in the cold room surveying each other. His chest rose and fell softly whereas mine was still heaving from tackling Nat for our only way out of this mess.

Slowly one of his hands raised and he did a 'come hither' motion with two of his fingers. I shook my head. I wasn't letting him strip me. I wasn't letting him humiliate or violate me. I'd keep my dignity if it was the last thing I did. And it just might be at this point. He took a step forward and instinctively I took one back. Another step from him, one more from me. A sick dance as he forced me into the corner of the room. Walls on either side of me, his dark looming body in front.

My breath rattled in my chest and blood rushed through my ears. I was hyper aware of his micro-movements, the way his jaw ticked under the black cloth, how his muscles rippled when he rolled out his shoulders, the way his forearms pulled every time he clenched his hands.

In a blink, his hand jutted out and gripped my jaw like he had in the van. My hands went to his forearm trying to pull him off me. But there was no use, he was incredibly strong. I grit my teeth and looked into his hazel eyes. They were framed by thick dark lashes that any woman would be jealous of. I put all my hate for this situation into my glare and lashed out without thought. My shin connected with his crotch and he grunted, letting go of my jaw. I shoved him out of the way as he doubled over and cupped himself. I ran past him and threw myself at the door, as my hand connected with the door handle meaty hands grabbed me, covering my chest and mouth. He pulled me to his chest, his breathing strained now. Good, I thought as I stamped on his toes.

Instead of letting me go in pain like I'd hoped, he tightened his grip on me with a grunt. Lowering his mouth to my ear, I could feel his hot breath through the balaclava.

"I like it when you struggle, Little Pet." His voice was low and prodding.

He wanted me to fight against him but if I didn't I'd be letting him win. They tell women to play possum, don't make it worse, I just didn't know if I could do that. Could I let this monster take what he wanted? And for what? It didn't guarantee that I would survive, that I would get out of this cabin. Could I die knowing I'd given up and let him do what he wanted with my body like Nat has? She hadn't screamed once since she was whisked away to the other room. In fact I hadn't heard anything come from the other side of the wooden door. Was she okay? I might have been scratch-her-eyes-out angry but I still cared about her, I didn't want her to die or be raped or whatever they planned for us.

While I contemplated my life choices, Tweedle Dum pulled the knife out again and swiftly sliced through the shirt I was wearing. He tore it down my arms and it flitted to the floor like a pink omen. That was going to be me soon. In pieces on the floor. Discarded like a used rag.

If I was going to die to this guy, I'd rather not refer to him as a character from a drug induced hallucination.

"What's your name?" I muttered behind his hand.

He didn't reply for so long that I figured he hadn't heard or understood me but then his hand shifted away and he unclasped my bra. "You can call me Sir."

Little Pet. Sir. Duct tape. Zip ties. Kidnapping. I was sure this guy had a laundry list of kinks I definitely didn't want to know about.

"Sir," I said dryly.

He whipped my bra off me as he groaned at my sardonic use of his requested title and my nipples pebbled in the cold. Like he couldn't help himself, he cupped my tits and rubbed his thumbs over them while his front pressed into my back. He was hard. For my body. A warmth sparked in my lower belly from the touch and I told myself it was a normal human reaction to being stimulated but I couldn't help the disgust I felt. There was another sliver of something beneath that, something like lust.

I turned my head to the side and stared at the wall. Tracing the grooves and divots in the wood with my eyes while he got his fill. I gasped as he pinched my nipples. My gaze shooting to them. It was an erotic sight. His huge, veined hands surrounded my tits as his strong fingers played with my nipples. I suppressed a moan when he tugged them a final time and released me completely.

To my surprise, he spun me as he sat on the bed. It put me only an inch or so taller than him. We were now face to face as he looked down my body at my ample, pebbled boobs and my soft tummy. It was like he was mesmerised by me, enamoured. The air around us shifted, it was now charged, different than before. I was still scared of him, he still had the knife clutched in his hand by his side but there was an undercurrent of something. It was more than just fear making my body tremble.

Slowly, he reached out and slipped two fingers into the waistband of my skirt. I held my ground as he pulled it out and dragged the knife down the front of it. He could have easily slid the skirt down my legs but he wanted to make a show of it, that much was obvious. As that too fell to the floor, I was left standing in front of a masked stranger in only my thong.

He shuddered a breath as he took in my form. My curvy hips. My thick thighs. I wasn't their usual target, I knew that much. They focused on women like Nat. Blonde, fake, skinny. They had no choice but to take me too because I was with her on that empty street corner. If they'd left me, I could have easily gone to the police or worse. But they also weren't supposed to take us here. I'd heard about these two, how they'd go off script. It was rumours that were clearly founded in truth. We should have been taken to a warehouse only ten minutes out of town but we had driven for almost an hour to get to wherever we were now.

As he did another pass of my body with his eyes, I made sure to note what I could about him. The scar on the top of his left hand was silver and fading a little, he'd had it for some time. His nails were short and clean. He was clean but had no scent other than soap. Apart from his size and scar there wasn't anything distinct about him.

"Take them off."

Except for his voice. If I ever made it out of this I'd be hearing that voice in my sleep. It dipped inside of me, bleaching my bones, it bore into them and stayed there.

He slapped my thigh, his finger tips hitting the underside of my ass cheek when I didn't comply straight away. I jumped at the strike but it didn't hurt. It was a warning shot.

His gaze drew heavy at my disobedience, almost like he was begging me to ignore him again. My fingers trembled as I hooked them in panties. I knew I should follow his direction so I didn't get more hurt than I needed to and yet my hands stilled. I hesitated. Keeping my eyes locked on his.

His jaw ticked and his eyes narrowed. There was a slow simmering fire inside of me. I wanted to disobey him and see how far I could push him. See how far he'd take that knife he was white knuckling. God, I was starting to sound like Nat.

What the hell was I doing?!

My eyes flicked to the door and back to him. Every muscle in my body tensed and I pulled my hands away from my panties.

He snatched my wrist, anchoring me down. The heat of his skin on mine was like electricity as he shook his head slowly. I ignored both and yanked against him but I didn't move an inch. Instead he tugged me and I stumbled in between his thick legs.

"Let go of me," I said through gritted teeth and tried to step back again but I was stopped. Not by his hand but by the glint of the blade of his knife shifting. I didn't dare breathe as it came closer to my pale skin.

His grip was looser on it now as he laid the flat edge of the cold blade against the skin of my thigh and hooked my panties under it. With a flick of his wrist and no care whether or not I got cut, he glided his knife through the fabric.

I gasped at the coolness of the knife and the carelessness of his movements.

"You nearly fucking cut me!" I shrieked and slapped his face. Hard enough to make him turn his head.

He turned his head back to me slowly, the pupils in his eyes now covered almost all of his hazel. Only a ring of brownish green showed and they were wild. Predatory.

Regret sat in my stomach like a rock and my heart rate spiked. I'd fucked up. It was an involuntary reaction to being almost cut in a very sensitive area but even I could admit that hitting a man with a knife was probably wasn't the best thing I could do given the circumstances.

Quicker than I could react, he stood and his free hand gripped my throat, sending me to my tippy toes. Cutting off blood flow and air flow. I scratched at his arm, digging in my nails and leaving red beads in their wake. Stars danced in my eyes and his face inches in front of mine wavered. The corners of my vision dimming as I tried to gain traction on the dusty floor. The last thing I saw before everything went dark were his hate filled eyes.

A deep groan filled my ears when I came back to the land of the living.

As I opened my eyes, I realised I was laying in the bed with my arms tied above my head. A rough thick rope restrained me to the bed frame. When I looked down, I started to panic and a scream caught in my throat. I was completely naked and my legs were spread, my pussy exposed to the man in between them.

I laid there frozen in shock as he lifted the bottom of his balaclava to reveal his mouth. It was turned up into a wicked grin, the jerk had perfectly straight white teeth and a jaw that'd cut glass.

"You like being choked," he said quietly. It wasn't a question. His warm breath tickled my mound as he spoke.

"Wh... what are you doing?" My voice came out far more breathy than I intended.

"When I took what was left of your panties off, you were fucking soaked," he muttered, staring directly at my pussy. I could feel his intense eyes on me, looking at my exposed sex like it was his next meal.

"Still are," he said and ran a finger through my wetness. I was incredibly wet, he wasn't wrong. Light as a feather, he coasted his finger over my clit and I shuddered, a small moan escaping my throat. He put his finger in his mouth and sucked off my juices. My eyes practically rolled into the back of my head at the erotic sight.

He groaned, the sound rumbling low in his chest. "Like honey."

Because I liked a little choking he took it as an invitation to go down on me? What the fuck?!

At the same time as I'd decided I was going to kick him in his beautiful jaw, his mouth slammed onto my pussy. His hot wet mouth enveloped my lips and his tongue searched for my clit. He devoured me like I was the first meal he'd had in weeks. Hungry for my arousal. When he found what he was looking for, intense sparks fired through me, making me spasm with each flick of his tongue over my sensitive bud. Sucking it into his mouth he bit down lightly.

"Holy fuck," I mumbled and turned my head to bite my arm in a bid to stay silent.

In the back of my mind I knew I should have been kicking him off me. Bucking my hips to get him off me. But fuck, this man knew how to eat pussy and I couldn't make myself stop him.

His arms hooked around my thighs and he pulled me impossibly closer to him. My arms strained in their binds but that was the last thing I cared about. What I did care about was when he raised his head, taking his heavenly mouth off me.

Demanding he got back to eating me danced on the tip of my tongue.

"I've wanted to do that for years," he whispered, his eyes sparkled as they bore into mine. He's never eaten pussy before? He was naturally that damn talented? I was both annoyed and elated at that. Annoyed because how dare he be so good as something without practice and elated because there wasn't someone before me.

And that was the craziest thought I'd ever had. What the fuck did I care? This guy was a rapist and murderer!

And I was letting him eat me.

Coming to my senses now that he was staring at me instead of eating me, I shifted my legs up and closed them, kicking my feet in his face. "Get the fuck away from me!"

He chuckled as he pulled his hands out from where I'd trapped them and gripped my calves. He shoved them up and my knees parted with the force. He pushed my feet up to my hands and wrapped a rope around my ankles. Tightly binding them to the bed frame as well. My ass was slightly lifted off the mattress and everything was now exposed. I'd just given him access to every inch of my sex. My pussy quivered, squeezing around nothing. He muttered something under his breath as he knelt before me. His eyes flicked from my pussy to my face several times before he tugged his balaclava off completely.

"Rex?!" I screeched with shocked recognition.

He was a soldier. A runner. And my childhood best friend. I didn't know was that he was the one doing all of this. Stealing women and doing disgusting, inhumane things to them.

"Hey, Nik." His hazel eyes shone as he grinned at me. He'd grown up since the last time I saw him. He was now twice the size he was and masculine as hell. A chiselled jaw and defined cheek bones compared to the baby face I remembered. Instead of the boyish brown hair he had it was now a dark buzz cut that lended itself to his new manliness. His nose looked like it had been broken once or twice and not set properly.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I tried to free my hands or my feet but it only made my ass wiggle. His hands were on the back of my thighs instantly. Not to still me but to caress me. His thumbs skated close to my swollen, wet lips and I fought a moan.

He groaned under his breath as he devoured me in his gaze. "I'll tell you everything after," he muttered and lowered his head.

"Don't you dare! Rex!" I wiggled again but his hands kept me from moving too far from his eager mouth as he laid a kiss on my mound.

"It's Sir to you, Little Pet."

"Fuck y- ah." His devilish tongue flicked over my swollen clit and it weeped to have him back.

"Please stop," I begged breathlessly. I didn't want him to do this. I didn't. But when his tongue licked down my lips, around my entrance to my asshole and stayed there lapping at me, all words left my brain. His breath was hot, adding to the headiness of his ministrations. Slowly he made his way back up my sex, sucking me into his hot wet mouth. He circled my clit with a heavy pressure, the perfect pressure.

"Rex," I moaned.

His mouth left my pussy and I whimpered, the cold room chilled the wetness coating me, giving me goosebumps all over.

Rex's heavy hand came down on my pussy hard, making an obnoxious wet slap sound. I screamed at the unexpected sting. My over sensitive pussy pulsed.

"It's Sir, Little Pet," he growled.

I shook my head, it was all I could get my body to do. I needed him back on me. I needed him to untie me. I needed to come. I needed him to fill me. I needed... I needed... more.

I had my eyes squeezed closed so I didn't expect it when his fingers shoved inside of my pussy to the knuckle. I gasped at the feeling of something inside of me and my walls clenched around this three thick fingers.

Rex's smirk was sinister as he stared down at me, he filled my pussy but it wasn't to give me pleasure. He didn't move them, he held them inside of me and waited. I could feel myself trying to strangle him and I was desperate for him to move them. To fuck me with them.

"Please," I moaned, trying to buck up into him but he held me down with his other hand.

"Please what, Little Pet?"

"No, no, no," I groaned, shaking my head. A cold sweat started on my brow.

I ached to have his mouth on me, to have his fingers piston into me. I desperately needed to come. Despite the fact that he'd kidnapped me and had tied me to a bed, I felt myself wanting him to continue. But I didn't want to give him that satisfaction. Calling him Sir? That was me giving him permission for all of this. That would have been me saying that I was okay with him kidnapping me and forcing me to take his mouth and fingers.

"Come on, baby. Say it," he goaded.

It was if I'd be doused in ice cold water. "Don't call me that," I barked out and I felt the familiar dread invade my mind. Memories tried to flood in but I forced them out. Choosing to glare at Rex instead.

He pulled his fingers from me and gripped my face. My scent filled my nose as he squeezed me.

"I will call you whatever I want. You're mine now," he said through gritted teeth, leaning in close. His face inches from mine. "You're mine to do whatever I please. If I want to make you come for hours on end, I will. If I want to deprive you of pleasure for days, I will." His hand tightened, forcing my mouth open. "If I want to call you baby or whore or Little Pet, I fucking will." He shook my face as he spoke.

He leant in closer and licked my open mouth. "Fuck, don't make me gag you. I want to hear your sweet moans. I want to hear you beg for me to make you come. I've waited far too long to gag you now." His voice was sweet as his eyes flicked over my face. He looked at me like something I was something precious which was completely the opposite of how I felt. I was trussed up like an animal, my joints ached and I didn't think I'd taken a proper breath in at least an hour.

His eyes blazed and he spat in my mouth. He. Spat. In. My. Mouth.

My eyes widen in horror as his saliva dripped into my mouth. It covered my lips and teeth, hitting my tongue. What the fuck is wrong with this guy?

"Swallow it." He may have sounded sweet but there was an undertone of a threat. Swallow it or else.

I didn't particularly want to find out what the what else was and I was in no position (literally) to spit it back out. I forced my throat to constrict and take his spit.

He let go of my face and sat back on his haunches, pleased as punch as his attention went back to my pussy. My jaw ached as I wiggled it a little. My poor fingers were starting to tingle with how long they'd been tied up for.

"Please untie me," I said gently. "I can't feel my fingers." I looked up at them, they were turning purple.

When my eyes met his again, he had that smirk back. "Poor thing."

He made no move to fix my numb fingers. Instead, his warm hands went to the backs of my thighs, rubbing up and down them. Never getting close enough to my pussy.

I groaned.

"So needy," he muttered. "I can fix that for you."

I hesitated for a moment before I nodded.

"Say it," he demanded. "Beg me."

His mischievous thumbs went achingly close to my heat again, massaging close but not fucking close enough. It was infuriating and so erotic.

I was covered in goosebumps and I was trembling. The room was far too cold for me to be naked for so long and the sweat on my body was cooling quickly. And there were far too many pros to giving in now. If I said the words he wanted, I got to come, be untied and hopefully get warm. If I didn't, I'd stay like this. Aching, cold and unsatisfied. I'd be letting him win but it was just the first battle. I needed to play the long con... win the war. It'd be easier to escape and find Nat if I wasn't tied up. I needed to get her phone somehow. Swallowing my pride for the sake of escaping and being untied seemed like an impossible feat. The words stuck to the back of my throat. My stupid stubborn ass was going to suffer because of it.

"Cat got your tongue?" His hand swiped over my pussy and I gasped at the sensation. It was like a live wire touched me. Hot sparking heat burst out from my pussy. I needed more.

"Please," I begged, saying it over and over again as I turned my head into my arm. Biting down on it again to shut myself up. I couldn't give in. But, fuck. I needed to come more than I needed my hands untied. I was so turned on it hurt.

I felt his hot breath a microsecond before his wet tongue was on me again.

"Yes," I hissed and threw my head back.

Fuck.

His talented tongue swirled my clit and his fingers were shoved back inside me. Stretching me deliciously. He pumped them in and out deliberately slow. Not enough to send my over the edge of my orgasm that was building in my lower belly.

"Please, Rex. Please," I said, looking down at him.

His eyes blazed as he shook his head no. He knew what he was doing. He was purposely dragging this out till I said it.

He sucked my clit back into his mouth and my head went back once more.

Fuck it.

"Please, Sir. Please let me come, Sir," I said breathlessly. "Fuck, I need it. I need it."

He groaned, the vibrations sending fireworks directly to my clit. His thick fingers crooked and found my G-spot easily. With a tempo increase and heavy pressure from his tongue, a blinding white orgasm rocketed through me. My ears rang as the most intense pleasure I had ever felt raced through my entire body. I bucked and seized against his mouth and fingers that were still furiously devouring me. Impossibly, the pleasure crested again, tumbling into another powerful orgasm. A scream tore out of my throat as I squirted all over his face and arm, coating him in my come. It was only when he showed me mercy and stopped his movements did I finally start coming down.

My chest heaved and my entire body shook as he pulled out of me and sat up.

His chin was glistening with my juices and the front of his black hoodie and pants were soaked. And him? He was far too fucking happy with himself.

I dropped my head to mattress and stared at the water damaged ceiling, not really seeing anything. My brain was offline and there was still a faint buzzing in my ears.

He broke me.

I felt the bed dip next to my head and then my legs were gently dropped on to the bed, followed by my hands. They tingled and stung a little but I wasn't in my body anymore. I was somewhere off in the ether.

I felt his strong, warm hands massaging my wrists and hands while I just laid there like a dead fish. A small voice the back of my mind told me that I should be jumping up and getting away from him but I ignored it. His hands felt fucking good on me as the blood returned to my fingers and I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

I was vaguely aware of the door opening but I was still trying to return to my body.

"Jesus, what'd you do to her?" The other guy asked. It sounded like he was far away in a cave or something.

"Get out," Rex growled and the door slammed shut.

He came back over to me and started massaging my ankles. That felt incredible and a low moan broke free from my mouth.

His chuckle in response was irritating and the orgasm haze faded.

I pulled my ankle out of his grip and sat up. A little too quickly but I didn't let him see how dizzy I was. I tucked my knees to my chest and held my legs.

"Don't touch me," I grumbled weakly.

The fucker chuckled again, his handsome face pulling into a grin.

"Fuck you," I muttered into my knee.

He stood quickly and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back so he could see my face.

"Now, now, Little Pet. I'd be more than happy to tie you up again if you can't behave."

His pupils weren't so dilated now, and I could see little specks of gold in his iris. He had a light dusting of freckles over his nose, cheeks and forehead. With a larger one on his left cheek. It was like a beauty mark and only made him more attractive.

But Lucifer was told to be attractive.

I needed to remember that this man was a murderer. He stole women and murdered them. And from what we could tell, it was for fun. Not even for money. And that little display he just gave me told me his actions were sexually driven.

Was it now that he killed the women? Give them blinding orgasms, slit their throats then dump them somewhere? We'd never found any of their bodies so we didn't know what he was actually doing with them. All we knew is that our girls were disappearing and staying gone.