With Randy looking at Kristin as he unbuttons his pants and slides down the zipper, I frantically glance around, trying to find a way to escape. There is a wall of windows, but we’re on the second floor high above the ground. I’d kill myself trying to get out of one before he could catch me.
“On your knees,” he suddenly barks, making me jump as my eyes return to the two people across the room. With her hands behind her back, it’s difficult for her to maneuver herself up onto the bed, and I wince, sucking in a startled breath as he slaps her ass when she apparently doesn’t move fast enough for his taste. A red handprint immediately rises on her flesh, and a flash of my own welts from a year ago fills my mind.
He climbs on the mattress behind her once she’s on her knees in the center of the huge bed, and he takes hold of her hips, spinning her so that I see them in profile. He obviously wants me to have a good view of what he’s going to do to her, and I grow nauseous at the pure evil that’s taken over his every feature.
He grasps hold of the back of her neck, and her whimper breaks my heart as he forces her to bend over, but since her hands are tied behind her back, she can’t catch herself with her arms, so her face is shoved into the mattress, her ass high where his hand still grips her hip.
He takes out his cock, not an overly massive one, but one that would still hurt if forced inside an unwilling hole, and he does just that.
As he begins to pound into her with no preamble, no sort of foreplay to warm her up and prepare her for the intrusion, he lets go of her hip and takes hold of his black belt around the back of her neck. Her face turns toward me, her eyes widening to saucers, begging me to do something, anything, as she begins to scream behind the gag. I watch in horror as he loops the end of the belt through the silver buckle that gleams in the light of the extravagant chandelier above the bed, and then he pulls it all the way through until it’s tight around her throat.
He wraps the long tail around one hand, holding it like a leash now as he uses it to pull her into him as he fucks her so hard I feel it making my own womb hurt. When I look back at her face, her lips have turned almost purple, and I know I have to do something. This isn’t the deliciously erotic asphyxiation my Viking had treated me to that made me soar into subspace. This isn’t the careful hand of a Dom who knows exactly how to carry out a dangerous game of breath play without hurting his sub who he loves.
This is a sadistic motherfucker who wants to hurt without bothering to produce pleasure along with the pain.
“Stop!” I yell, shooting up from the chair, taking a few hurried steps toward them. “You’re hurting her!”
But I’m stopped in my tracks, because in one fluid motion, not even stopping his painful thrusts into Kristin’s powerless body, he reaches beneath the pillows and then swings his arm around, smiling evilly as he aims a handgun straight at my head.Chapter 24DocWe searched the entire nightclub room, the three of us forcing ourselves to move calmly, trying not to draw attention to ourselves. With Seth’s help using the cameras, we came to the conclusion she wasn’t there, which most likely meant she was already with Elias, or Randy, whatever the fuck they call him now. I didn’t give a shit, because the only thing he would be called after this night, is dead.
Heading back through the hidden doorway to the hall leading to the dressing room, Corbin and I got Heather’s attention letting her know Astrid wasn’t on the dance floor while Brian made his way out the back door. Time to skip to Plan C. I don’t even stop to question how Brian plans to get his big ass up to the attic window. I don’t really even care. He said it with 100 percent confidence, so I have no doubt in his abilities. He’s never failed a mission before, and I know he doesn’t plan to start now.
“Remember, second floor, all the way down the left corridor, and then it’s the last door on the right. It’ll be locked if they’re inside. Good luck,” she whispers, and she hurries back to a salon chair to finish putting on her makeup. She knew it would be suspicious to suddenly leave right after just getting there, so she’s going to spend the rest of the night safe in the nightclub room, get her last payment here, and then never come back.