6
Ezra
It's dark. So damn dark I couldn’t see anything. Calm down, Ezra. Just breathe. Oh God, oh god, I said I trusted him, but what if he was lying and he’s tied me up so he could rape me!
My mind is reeling. My heart was beating so hard, and so fast I thought it would break through my ribcage or stop altogether. There I was, laying on a bed, naked, bound, and exposed to a professional killer who was clearly about to assault me.
Each time I tug on the restraints, I feel a sting and burn, and it makes me whimper. My fingers we starting to go numb— that’s how tight the bastard has tied me up. Has he just left me here? Or was he just standing there watching me like a sick pervert touching himself?
My stomach rolls at the mere thought of it. I strain my ears to hear a sound, anything, but it was dead silent; the only sound was my heavy breathing and my heart beating loudly in my ears.
Suddenly, I feel the bed dip, and I freeze. My breath hitches up in my throat as I wait and try to anticipate his movements. I jump, startled, when I hear his deep voice in my left ear. “Have you ever been tied up like this, Ezra?” The deep timbre of his voice in my ear sends a mass of tingles straight down my spine, and I gasp, surprised.
“No,” I whisper, praying he has an ounce of humanity inside of him and pray he isn’t about to do what I fear he is. I don’t want to have to carry this burden for the rest of my life.
“That’s a real shame. Because you look gorgeous right now.” Damien whispers in my ear, and my stomach flutters. “Tell me why you chose me.”
I couldn’t think straight. What is he talking about?“W-what?”
“At the club, had things gone as you’d hoped, and we fucked last night…I ‘m curious why you chose to give your virginity to me?” Damien questions, and I wet my lips; my throat suddenly dry as though I swallowed a spoonful of sand. “Tell me.”
“I already told you,” I answer quietly and hear him hum in my ear.
“You’d rather fuck a stranger in a club than give your virtue to the man you’re promised to?” The heat of his breath combined with the coolness of the room is causing goosebumps to break out all over me and every hair on my body to stand.
“Yes.”
“How far have you gone, Ezra?” I swallow the gasp when I feel the stubble of his beard lightly graze against my cheek. I hesitate, my cheeks burning hot at his question.
“Not very.”
“Elaborate.”
“As far as you took me last night,” I confess and can swear I heard him suck in a sharp breath.
“Orally?”
“No…” I whimper against the warmth of his breath on my ear. “Damien…” I curl my fingers around the silk ties to stop myself from leaning into his warmth, arching up into him. What is he doing to me? My body has never reacted to anyone like this before.
I’m seriously twisted.
“You’re telling me no one has ever tasted this perfect pussy before?” I groan at his words and shake my head, biting down on my lip. “Fuck Ezra,” Damien growls in my ear, and I quake in response. “Pretty girl, if you were mine, I would feast on your pussy tirelessly. You’d be fucking my face till I’m almost suffocating between your legs and drowning in your cum.”
Oh, my God!
“Jesus.” I moan. “Damien.” I squeeze my thighs together when my clit pulses with need.
“I’d make you come so hard and slow you’ll be weeping in pleasure.” I tug on my restraints and swallow hard when I feel Damien's hot breath against my breast. My nipples peak and tighten in anticipation as I instinctively arch up into it. An enthralling heat surges through me, causing me to shiver. What the fuck is happening? Was it fear that was causing my body to react this way?
No! Goddamn it, you’re supposed to be repulsed! What are you doing, Ezra!
“You’re wet,” Damien whispers gruffly. “Your clit is red and engorged, which tells me you’re excited at the thought of me eating your pussy.” I fist my hands and let out a throaty moan or groan of some sort—I couldn’t even tell anymore.
What’s worse is I was fucking enjoying this, despite everything in my mind screaming at me to kick and thrash, beg him to stop, my body was having none of it. I’m sick. I’m a sick and twisted person. “I need your consent. Yes or no?” I hear him growl impatiently, and I part my lips to speak, but nothing came out. “Let’s try it this way. If you accept, spread your legs for me. If you do not, I’ll untie you, and that will be the end of it.”
I tried to fight the urge, I did, but my legs shamelessly fell open for him on their own accord. I feel the bed shift as Damien shuffles down. I gasp in surprise when he effortlessly flips me over and pushes me up on all fours. “Spread your legs for me.” I obey. Spreading my legs wider and remain still, gripping the headboard for support, and before I could even muster a nod or utter a single word, his big hands were on my body, exploring, feeling every inch of exposed skin he could reach.
I hiss when he pinches my nipples, twisting and tugging them. A surge of pain and desire passes through me, and I bite down hard on my bottom lip.