Chase

She immediately jumps off the bed and crawls into a corner. I knew the collar would upset her. I just didn’t know how much.

I don’t want her to be afraid. I won’t hurt her. And I won’t use it against her.

I just prefer to have full control. Especially over her and her body.

And there’s no way I’m done with her yet.

I go to my knees in front of her while she’s distracted, trying to get it loose by tugging at it, but it’s no use. I’m the only one who has the key. And the chain attached to her collar is mine to use how I see fit.

And I know exactly how I’m going to use it.

“Don’t be scared,” I say, placing a hand on her leg.

“Get this thing off me,” she hisses.

“No,” I reply.

“Why?” she asks, her face still completely runny from all the saliva and cum.

I love how it looks.

I grasp the chain and hold it tight, making sure she can feel it. “Because you allowed me to.”

She frowns, clearly confused. “What?”

“You taunted me. Persuaded me to use you for my own pleasure.” I tug the chain until her face leans in closer. “This is what you asked for. What you practically begged me to do, flaunting your fuckable little ass.”

She shakes her head, but I pull the chain even harder, making her come closer even though she probably hates me right now.

“I told you I wasn’t nice. Remember what I said?” I say.

“But you said I shouldn’t be afraid. That you weren’t going to hurt me,” she says.

“Am I”—I grab a strand of her hair and twirl it around—“hurting you?”

It takes her a while to answer. “N-no.”

“Good,” I muse, caressing her cheek. “This chain isn’t for pain. It’s for pleasure.” When she looks down, I tip her chin up. “For both of us.”

I inch closer and plant my lips on hers, making her feel just how much she’s tempted me to fall. God, I know it’s fucking wrong, but I can’t stop myself from wanting her. From taking her.

My kisses are greedy and uncontrollable. All consuming. All empowering.

When I take my lips off hers, she’s no longer tense, and she no longer looks frightened.

So I get up, still holding the chain firmly in my hand. When I tug, she crawls across the floor. Fuck. I love the sight of it so much that I let her continue … guiding her all the way back to the bed where I sit down and pat my lap.

“Come,” I say.

When she stands up, I admire her body and her tight nipples.

I pull her toward me with my hands around her waist. Then I cover her hard nipple with my mouth … and twist the other with my thumb and index finger. After a while, she can’t stop herself from mewling with delight. I love the sound so much that I do the same to the other nipple, alternating until her face has flushed and my cock is hard again.

Fucking her pretty little mouth wasn’t enough for me.

I need to have her body too.

All of it.

My hand slides down her belly, drawing a line all the way down to her pussy, which is already soaking wet and waiting for me. I slide my index finger down her slit and push into her opening. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Instead, her cheeks turn red, and her body tightens under my grip.

I increase the pace and start rubbing her clit with my thumb too, making sure she’s ready for me. When I take my finger out of her, she lets out an audible gasp, and I quickly grasp her by her waist and pull her toward me.

“Sit,” I say.

When she doesn’t move, I grab the chain and draw her near me. Finally, she gets it and straddles my lap. Down she goes … and when my cock enters her body, I groan.

Fuck. Her pussy is so goddamn tight.

Wet.

And all for me.

With the chain still in my hands, I push her down onto my hard cock, again and again. Up and down, thrusting hard. I don’t do easy. I don’t do gentle. I want her to know that. I want her to realize what she did. And I want her to love it.

Because I do. I fucking live for this.

I tug her collar and pull her toward me. My mouth crashes into hers, taking her hungrily. With my tongue, I nudge and force my way inside, licking the roof of her mouth. I want her taste to linger on my lips. I want her moans to resonate in my ears.

God, I want it all.

As our lips unlatch, I grab the knife from the bed again. She was so close to it that she could’ve grabbed it … but she never even realized. Or maybe she didn’t even think of using it against me.

But I will.

I slide the tip along her collarbone, and she holds her breath, momentarily stopping her bouncing. I don’t go deep … just enough for a small trickle of blood to flow.

Then I drop the knife on the bed and suck it off her skin. Hard.

I moan out loud from the taste.

“Fuck, I love this.” I groan.

“What was that?” she asks.

“The knife,” I murmur, licking her skin, working my way up to her ear. “Did it hurt?”

“A little.”

My cock pulses inside her.

“Are you scared now?” I whisper into her ear. “Scared of who I am? What I like?”

“No,” she murmurs, sucking on her bottom lip.

God-fucking-dammit. Why does she have to be so irresistible?

“Go on then … ride my dick,” I whisper, leaning back with a grin.

She slowly starts to move again. I grab her waist and help her, driving into her with my full force. With my teeth, I tug at her nipples, making them hard … and making her moan out loud.

“Do you want this?” I ask, shoving my cock into her. “Say it. Make me believe it.”

“Fuck me,” she mewls, the chain whipping up and down in my lap.

I grasp it and hold it tightly as she bounces on my lap. It makes me feel powerful. In control. I love how it feels in my hand, how she feels on my dick. How we come together in synchronized debauchery.

I don’t even fucking care if it’s right or wrong.

I just want to fuck her into oblivion. So I do.

With my thumb, I rub her clit while thrusting into her, watching her decline into madness. She’s enjoying this, I can tell, and I want her to. I want her to know what it’s like to live on the edge.

I want her to give it to me. Everything. I want to see her come.

“Come,” I growl, rubbing her swollen clit.

She moans so loudly my dick starts to pulse inside her, and then I feel it … her pussy clenching around me. Fuck. That feels good.

I grab her by the waist and pull her off before I come. With my dick still bobbing, I throw her onto the bed and slap her ass so hard it makes her squeal.

“Hands and knees.”

Slowly, she does what I ask, but not fast enough for me, so I pull the chain to pull her neck up as I perch myself behind her.

“There you go … nice and wide for me. Show me how wet your pussy is.”

Her hands dive between her legs, and she starts rubbing her clit. I love the sight so much I immediately ram into her with everything I have, incapable of holding back any longer.

“Fuck!” she screams as I thrust into her with full force.

“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? Me fucking your brains out,” I growl, gripping the chain tighter to show her who’s in control. “You got your wish. Now beg for it. Beg for my cum.”

“Give it to me,” she moans with delight as I fuck her little hole.

I slap her ass while going hard, loving the pink shade that appears. It almost makes me want to bite her again. But I can’t hold it any longer. She’s just too good. Too perfect.

And I come again, roaring with lust, jetting my seed deep inside her.

When I’m sated, I pull out of her, and she collapses onto the bed.

For a moment, I stay in the same position, watching her with amazement. Then the realization of what I’ve done settles in, burning its way through my skin.

This girl was supposed to be my savior. And now she’s undoing me in a whole different way.

Fuck.

I crawl up to her and grab her body, pulling her toward me so I can cradle her. Her breathing is heavy, and her eyes are closed. Her body shaking.

She’s completely worn out. And it’s all my fault.

Rage travels through my veins.

How could I do this?

Why?

Why did I let my lust overtake my conscience? My judgment?

Her mere presence in my home has made me do the unthinkable, and now I’ll have to live with that for the rest of my remaining life.

Grinding my teeth, I hold her tight and whisper, “Do you understand now?”

She nods.

“I’m a brute. You shouldn’t have tried to seduce me,” I say.

“It’s what you wanted,” she says, her voice hoarse.

“No, it’s what my body wanted, but it’s not what I want for you.”

“What do you want for me?” Her face lifts, almost as if she’s trying to look at me.

“I …” I sigh. I don’t even know.

How could I ever tell her what my plan was when I first took her out of that compound?

I can’t because it’s cruel, and I knew all that going in. I did it because it was the only way to find out who I really was. But I never expected it to turn out the way it did.

And now I have this girl under my wing who is so hell-bent on seeking freedom that she’d sacrifice her body.

She gave herself to me … just so I’d be more lenient.

Just so I’d be less of a monster.

Too bad monsters can never be anything else but that.

“Why can’t you tell me? What’s stopping you?” she asks suddenly.

I grab her hand. “Because I want you to be safe.”

“Am I?” she asks.

“Yes,” I reply, planting a kiss on her hand. “I won’t ever try to hurt you again. I promise.”

“Then why did you? In that canyon, why did you chase me?”

Her words are like a knife to my heart.

I know what I’ve done.

I know why she needs answers, but I can’t give them to her.

It’d shatter her world.

And as much as it hurts to admit, I don’t want her to think of me in that light. I want her to see me as a good person. A human being, just like her. I want her to see me as her rescuer. And I wish I could erase the memories of the canyon from her mind.

“Please don’t ever think about that moment again,” I ask.

“I can’t forget,” she says.

“It would be best if you did,” I say. “I want us to turn a new page. To start over.”

“How? I can’t forget what you tried to do. What you still do.” She grabs the chain and holds it up to my face, showing me my own depravity.

I push down her hand. “We both know what I like. I won’t deny that.” I grab her chin. “And you knew, didn’t you? And you still chose to seduce me, knowing what it entailed?”

She nods softly.

“This isn’t just me,” I say. “You wanted this too. Tell me I’m lying. Tell me it’s not the truth.”

Her lips part, but no sound comes out other than a guttural groan. I know she’s struggling. I was too. It’s hard to face the reality that you might not be who you think you are. To have your vision of your own self shattered in mere seconds.

Because that’s exactly what happened to me in that canyon, the moment I tried to thrust that knife into her.

I couldn’t do it.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t kill her.

It was an unchangeable moment in time. Something that struck me to my core and moved something inside me. Something I didn’t even know I had.

Humanity.

I’m not just a killer.

I’m a killer with a conscience who thought he’d lost all sense of justice.

She … she was supposed to be the proof of that. The proof of my inability to distinguish right from wrong. If I killed her, I’d prove to myself I was just as evil as the men whose lives I took, and that I deserved nothing less than them.

But she … she proved me wrong.

And to this day, I still don’t know what to do with that truth.

How am I supposed to live now that I know there is a line I won’t cross.

I won’t kill an innocent human being. I can’t.

But now she’s here, still living, inside my home … and I cannot let her go.

No, I refuse to.

Which makes me a sinner.

With her, I’ve sinned … so fucking badly.

And it felt so fucking good.

Finally, I was able to release all that pent-up rage and desire and take it out on her. But at what cost?

Even though she freely offered herself to me, there is still that line. And I crossed it … multiple times.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“For what?” she asks.

“Everything you have to endure at my hand,” I say. I let her go to get up from the bed, gathering my clothes to dress.

I can’t bear to turn around and look at her. Not when those eyes are the sole reason I’m unable to say no to myself.

“If you told me why, I could understand it more,” she says quickly.

I stare down at the carpet, wondering if I should.

But the more I think about it, the more I’ve come to realize that I couldn’t …

Despite me hammering down on the fact that I am, I don’t want her to actually think of me as a villain.

I want her to think of me as someone who can give her something no one else could.

Something much deeper. Something that nothing in this world ever comes close to providing.

Something … like love.

But can a monster like me truly love?

And could she ever love a monster who’s keeping her as a prisoner?

Sighing, I shake my head. “I can’t,” I say gruffly, and with that, I walk out the door and close it behind me.