Chapter Eight
Mara
I should have been afraid, but excitement was the lightning that coursed through my veins. I was walking a razor’s edge with Salvatore, but I couldn’t make myself stop.
The violence inside of him was more than I expected. I knew he was a contract killer, but I’d assumed that was his job. There was more to it than that. I could feel that the violence he’d shown me turned him on. He’d brushed against me when he was tying my wrist, and I’d felt his erection.
I licked my lips, thinking of how big his cock had felt. He’d been thick and hard, and I wanted it. I didn’t really want him to fuck me with that monster because I knew how bad it would hurt the first time, but I wanted to make him lose control.
That was my end game.
I was bored more than anything else while I sat in the darkness. I would have given anything to have my phone so I could at least play games or look at cat pictures on the internet. But my phone would have led my father right to me, so Salvatore had chucked it out the car window hours before we arrived.
The food he’d made kept me busy for a few minutes. The spicy stew was pretty good, considering he’d only had canned and dried food to use. I briefly wondered how many meals he’d eaten like that in his career.
I’d just started to get cold and begun wondering if he planned on leaving me down there all night when I heard the door to the basement open.
Salvatore’s footsteps slowly descended the creaky wood stairs. He paused a couple of times, and I wondered if he planned on going back up without me.
He finally came all the way into the room. “Can you behave?” he asked through clenched teeth. “Can you keep your hands to yourself long enough for me to take you upstairs? If you can’t, I’ll be happy to leave you down here all night.”
“You wouldn’t dare leave me down here overnight. You’re working for me, remember?” I said defiantly. I didn’t know who Salvatore thought he was, but he needed to be put in his place.
“I was working for you, princess. You’ve crossed a line,” he said and took a half step toward me. “Now, can you behave long enough for me to take you upstairs?”
“And then what?” I asked mockingly.
“There’s a bedroom. The bed is four-poster and has a slatted headboard. If you behave on the way up, I’ll only cuff one of your wrists to the headboard. If you try and hurt me at any point before I’ve got you secured, I’ll truss you up. Or, if you don’t want to come upstairs, I’ve got an old camping bedroll stashed in the back closet. I’ll toss it down here to you. Either way, I’m tired and I won’t be able to sleep unless you’re locked up tight.”
He was serious. Salvatore intended to tie me to the bed upstairs or lock me in the basement overnight. Flashes of him on top of me entered my mind. I knew that I turned him on, and it would only take a little push to get him inside of me. I couldn’t let it go that far unless I knew I had the money in hand. It would have to wait. But, I bet that I could get him to eat my pussy if I promised to let him fuck me. Once I’d gotten off, I could shut him down.
It was a dangerous game, but I was just curious enough to see if I could pull it off. I wanted to watch his face fall when I reminded him that he wasn’t the kind of guy who raped women. I could imagine him, his cock hard and face covered in my nectar, slinking off in defeat.
I nearly chuckled. “I’ll behave,” I said.
Salvatore knelt down and cut the ties on my ankles. When my hand was free, he took his gun out and motioned me up the stairs. His breathing grew heavy and I knew he was watching my ass as I walked up. He must have gotten quite the show though my black lace panties. They didn’t leave much to the imagination.
“Like what you see?” I asked when I reached the top of the staircase.
It threw him off for just a moment, and I tried to slam the basement door shut on him. I wanted to see how he felt locked down there in the dark, and I wanted him to remember that I was in charge.
Salvatore’s arm shot out and he caught the door before I could close it. I put all of my weight behind pushing it, but he had enough strength in one thick, corded arm to keep me from accomplishing my task. His big shoulder flexed and it took all of my strength not to be thrown off balance. Salvatore raised his other arm and pressed the barrel of the gun into my belly.
“Perhaps you should have just stayed in the basement,” he said as I backed off.
Shit.
I thought I’d seen him mad, but now he was enraged. I hadn’t believed all of the stuff I’d said earlier about him being an animal, but there it was. Something had shifted inside of Salvatore, and I got nervous.
“Get to the bedroom, now,” he said.
“I... I don’t know where it is,” I stammered.
He pointed the hand without the gun to an opening off the living room. “Move before I put you back downstairs.”
I walked quietly across the hardwood floor of the living area to the door he’d pointed to a moment ago. The bedroom was gorgeous. It wasn’t something I would have chosen, but it was inviting and comfortable.
Salvatore walked over to the side of the king-size bed and pointed at it. “Here.” It came out almost as a grunt.
I walked obediently over to his side and moved the pillow to the center of the bed so that I could sit on the mattress. “Please leave my feet untied. My body will be so sore in the morning if I have to sleep spread-eagle.” I tried not to sound like I was begging, but I was starting to feel scared.
“You should have thought of that before,” he said calmly. “Lie down and spread your legs. You’ll have to stretch.”
I watched Salvatore as he secured my first wrist with a plastic tie. He grabbed two lengths of fabric from the closet, once I was secure, and set to work tying my ankles to the bedframe. I was terrified of being left like that all night, but I was also turned on watching him tie me up.
“I would probably be more comfortable in a sleeping bag in the basement,” I said.
“Too late,” he said, without even looking at me.
That was the moment I snapped. I couldn’t handle the way he was dismissing me, and the fear I’d experienced managed to spike my adrenaline.
When Salvatore went to the other side of the bed to secure my other wrist, I took a swipe at him. I clawed his face as hard as I could, and then punched him in the neck.
He stood up straight and put his hand over my throat. The pressure on my windpipe was slight. The gesture was a warning.
“That’s right, big man,” I choked out. “Strangle a woman who’s tied to the bed.
He took a step back and studied me. “What are you trying to do?”
Salvatore must have seen something in my eyes. Before I could answer, he was on top of me. He was between my legs. It felt as if he was everywhere.
His hands found the clip of my bra between the cups and undid it. The thin, black fabric fell to the sides. He studied my breasts without touching.
When he did touch me, it was the back of his knuckles as he tore the fabric of my panties. I thought of the basement when I’d felt his massive cock brush against me, and tears filled my eyes. There was no way I could take him inside of me. Salvatore was too much.
“You shouldn’t have pushed me,” he growled.
“I shouldn’t have. I don’t know why I can’t behave,” I whispered.
“Because you’re a spoiled brat. You need to learn a lesson. You need to know what happens when you keep needling a man to his breaking point.”
“No,” I said, but I wasn’t sure if I meant it. “Get off me.”
“Oh, I’m getting off alright. How I do that depends entirely on how well you can play nice until I’m finished. This can be pleasant for you, or it can be torture.”
He turned slightly and undid one of my feet. Only my wrist and ankle on my left side were bound, and I flooded with confusion.
Salvatore ran his hand down my belly and traced a finger down my thigh. He grasped my knee and pushed it up so that my pussy was on full display for him.
“You look so sweet and pink,” he said and licked his lips.
“What are you going to do?” My voice trembled.
“Shut your mouth, and you’ll find out,” he said and leaned toward the apex between my thighs.
“Stop, please,” I said. “I need to wash. You can’t do that. It’s too embarrassing.”
Other girls had told me about their boyfriend’s eating them out. I’d never had any guy do it to me. My body throbbed with the anticipation of pleasure, but my head was screaming for me to kick him in the face.
I couldn’t do that, could I? What would he do to me if I tried to hurt him again? My chest clenched at the thought of him tying my other foot to the bed and thrusting his hard cock into me with no preparation.
At least if I let him make me come first, it might lessen the pain when he fucked me. I didn’t want him licking me, but I wanted it more than I wanted the alternative.
“Guess you should have played nice earlier,” he said and pressed his nose into the small patch of hair between my legs. “A little humility will do you good.”
Salvatore used two of his fingers to spread my lips. I moaned at the touch even though I didn’t want to give him any encouragement. I didn’t know what was betraying me. Was it my body welcoming his intrusion? Or was my mind lying to me when it said no.
“You said you wouldn’t do this.”
“I said I wouldn’t do what?” Salvatore asked. There was a wicked glint in his eye. He was getting off on my confusion.
“You said you wouldn’t force me,” I pleaded.
“Is that what I’m doing?” His thumb grazed my clit so lightly that I questioned whether he’d really touched me at all. The sensation made my entire body quake. No man had ever touched me there. I had no idea it could feel that good, and if Salvatore hadn’t found me, I never would have known. Any man my father married me off to would have just used me for his own pleasure. Until I met Salvatore, I was doomed to a life of empty, passionless sex.
Right then, he was offering me something different. What we were so close to doing would ruin my life, but Salvatore made it so I didn’t have to say yes. I could stop fighting, and he’d make the decision for both of us.
“I can’t tell you yes,” I said, but it was a plea.