Throwing me down on the bed, he begins to remove the few clothes he is wearing. I see Nadine behind him, and she is glaring at me as if she would murder me if given a chance. I didn’t want this to happen, I don’t even want to be here.
“Strip, Nadine. On all fours, Lily,” Mykael commands.
Nadine rushes to remove her robe and the burgundy lingerie she wore for him. I almost feel bad for her, I ruined the night that could determine if she lives or dies. We are both waiting for some kind of direction from him. Pointing to the spot in front of me, Nadine crawls to the center of the bed. She lies down directly in front of me, and I am met with the vision of Nadine spread wide.
“Eat her. Make her come as an apology for ruining our time together. Don’t fucking stop even if she tries to push you away, keep going until I come,” he tells me, forcing my head down.
Lowering my head, I begin to weep as she wraps her thighs around my head. Mykael is palming my ass almost tenderly. Gently I stick out my tongue, running it down her opening. I can smell her arousal, the tangy taste of her on the tip of my tongue. Smack, smack, smack. I jolt from the force of Mykael’s hand meeting my skin. I flinch from the pain, tightening my core and feeling the thing inside of me. The tears running down my face do nothing to stop him.
“I said eat her,” Mykael grits out with each slap.
Taking a deep breath, I place my hands on her thighs, lowering myself. Sticking out my tongue, I lick her from her asshole all the way up to her clit and down again. Nadine moans which tells me that I’m doing something right. I use the tip to enter her the same way that Chloe did with the curling iron, drawing back out I suck on her clit, repeating the action over and over again. Mykael is kneading the globes of my ass, prying them apart, I feel a tug as he pulls the object from inside of me. My body relaxes if only for a moment.
I can feel him at my entrance tearing into me. My cries are muffled as he flexes his hips, driving his cock into my ass, causing me to push further into Nadine. The tears are pouring down my face. It burns, hurts, and I’m no doubt bleeding from the dryness and his size. Nadine tightens her thighs around my head, keeping me caged.
“That’s it. Be a good girl and make her come, make me come,” Mykael coos, plunging into me again.
If I get her to orgasm, maybe he will come, and this will all end. Diving back in, I suck on her clit until she is moaning, gasping for breath and begging for more. I work my fingers into her the same way he did to me. I feel powerful, commanding her body to release. Smack, smack. I tense from the pain of his swats which brings a moan from his lips. Tensing each time he pulls out seems to have an effect on him. I can feel Nadine’s legs shaking from what I’m doing. I can do this. I can survive this night, this hell.
Nadine finally cries out, “Mykael!” Her legs loosening and dropping open.
A final grunt from him lets me know he enjoys this. It feels like he is getting larger inside of me, his rapid, bruising thrusts hurt. I can hear the slapping of his skin against mine.
Crying out from the pressure, I hear Mykael call out, “Lily!” over and over again.
Nadine’s eyes widen at his words. I am a broken, sobbing mess but even I know that this is breaking her. Pulling himself from my body, I feel his hands running along my back.
“Leave Nadine. We will try one last time again soon. Lily will be here for the night,” Mykael directs her, pulling me to his chest.
I can feel the icy stare coming from Nadine. Neither of us speaks as she grabs her robe, jerking it on and walking out of the room.
“Come.”
I shuffle into the bathroom after him. Mykael turns on the shower, gesturing for me to enter. Taking tentative steps, I stand under the warm water, my salty tears mixing with the cascading water. My back turned to him, even under the warmth of the shower I can feel his body heat closing in on me. It’s suffocating. I’m ashamed at what they have done to me. I know it isn’t my fault, but all I can feel is the shame as I lean into his body. I need the small comfort he is providing. Otherwise, I don’t think I could manage to live.
“Be a good girl. Get on your knees, let me see your tears,” he whispers.
Turning around, I drop to my knees, waiting for a sign of what he wants. Lathering his cock, he rinses himself before he forces my jaw open, driving himself into my waiting mouth. Gagging, I try to stop him. He gets off on my pain, my humiliation. He tenses and I wait for the come to hit my throat. The warm stickiness hits my tongue and coats my throat as I try to breathe, causing me to choke.
“You better swallow every bit,” he commands, forcing me to close my mouth.
Mykael watches me as I choke and gag swallowing every drop. Patting my head, he steps out of the shower leaving me crying alone on the shower floor.
“I’ll see you when you’ve finished. You sleep naked in my bed. I don’t want a single thing to keep you from me,” Mykael says, closing the bathroom door.
Chapter 7
Patting the bed beside him, Mykael motions me forward. Quickly lying down, I roll over to my other side facing away from his face. My grandmother always told me the Devil had a handsome face, she’s right, I’ve met him in the body of Mykael. His chuckle causes me to still, wrapping one arm around me and pulling me close enough to grind his dick into my ass. Lying down next to the monster isn’t what they tell you to do in the stories. When you don’t know what the beast is going to do though, then you do what you can to survive.
“Tell you what, Lily. Tomorrow we will let you go free, if you manage to make it to town, we will leave you alone. But if one of us catches you, then you are mine. Do you understand?” Mykael whispers in my ear, his hand trailing down my stomach to the sore and charred flesh of my pussy.
Nodding, I allow myself to think about what it would be like to get away, to go home. I can do this, I know I can. But what am I going back to? They have killed Ethan, and all of my family is gone. With that thought, I let myself fall asleep wrapped in the arms of a monster.
The sunlight peeking through the curtains wakes me with a jolt. Mykael isn’t lying next to me which worries me. He can slither quickly and quietly like a snake getting ready to strike. The spot he was lying in is still warm, so I know he hasn’t been gone long. He’s like a predator in the wild, dangerous and feral. Looking down at myself I take in my nakedness, I don’t have any clothes to put on, all of mine were shredded yesterday. I grab a shirt from his closet, hoping he won’t be mad that I went through his things.
Walking out of the room, I see all of the women sitting around the table waiting, waiting for me. Taking the empty seat, expecting someone to speak.
“Here. These should fit you,” one of the ladies tells me, pushing clothes towards me.