SEVEN
I’m open to his perusal.
Bare.
His dirty little girl so close to coming that it won’t take much to reach my peak.
“Focus on me.” Noah has mistaken my low whimpers for fear. That’s not the truth.
I want him.
Again he caresses my flesh and I press closer to his length.
Fuck, he’s so goddamned hard.
Something akin to a growl passess his lips before his hand lands again.
The sting blooms into warmth. My pussy clenches almost violently and I hear his low chuckle somewhere in the background.
Bastard is loving this.
“I can feel your wetness, love. It’s seeping through my underwear and kissing my cock.” Another swat, closer to the crease of my ass. His finger traces just above my opening and I try to move away. “Don’t pull away!”
“Noah, please,” I beg, not caring in the least about our captor’s rules. I’m beyond rational thought. Not when his fingers extend lower and graze the side of my entrance.
Just the very edge before pulling back.
“Baby, I . . .” He trails off and parts my legs a bit wider. Just enough that he can bring his hand down on my inner thigh. “Fuck. Perfect cunt.” His fingers rub into the slick moisture on my inner thigh. “Juicy for me. My cock belongs in there.”
“Now, Noah.”
We both freeze, wondering what she means by that . . .
We don’t have to wonder for long.
“Make her come.”
The tip of those long fingers graze my clit and nothing else registers. I’m lost. Gone.
My orgasm rushes through me and I drown.
Lose all track of my surroundings as pleasure the likes of which I’ve never felt before takes hold and won’t let go.
I moan his name brokenly, repeatedly, my hips writhing on his lap. “Noah. Noah.”
His hand tightens in a harsh grip around one of my ass cheeks. “That’s it, baby. Fuck. Holy fuck.” My head is pulled back until our eyes meet once more. His are dark—blazing. “Let me see those gorgeous eyes while you come for me.”
“Oh, God.” And somehow, I come harder, eyes trapped by his starving stare, hips grinding into his dick.
A long groan leaves him, and then . . .
Lord help me, he starts moving, hips rotating to rub that monster cock into me. His expression melts to one of agony, brows puckered, sexy lips parted.
“Ivy. Don’t stop coming for me. You have no idea how long I’ve—shite, baby. Just keep drenching my cock with that beautiful cunt.”
I do. Whimpering, I keep coming, empty walls pulsating.
Without him laying a finger on my pussy again.
He grinds frantically into me, chasing his own orgasm—
“Stop. Don’t come, Noah.”
He ignores the command, too far gone, and I swear I’ve never seen anything sexier.
Suddenly, that soul-chilling female scream leaks through the speakers, followed by, “Stop, Noah. Or the next one that’ll be screaming will be Ivy.”
Instantly, Noah’s muscles lock up beneath me, but the strain of stopping himself leaves every muscle twitching.
She’s manipulating him, using his affection towards me and his need to protect me to control him.
And to top it off, I just had the most intense orgasm of my life.
From being spanked.
By Noah.
While being watched. I’m completely and utterly naked and I have no idea how many people just viewed the show.
I take a deep breath, my chest trembling.
The first sob echoes through the entire room. That’s how loud it is.
Noah ceases all movement for real this time. No trembling. No twitching.
I’m still trying to figure out if that sound really came from me. My chest heaves and I lose my breath, choking on another sob.
And another.
Just when I think I’m finally going to hold it back, yet another leaks out.
Suffocating, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face, I scramble off Noah’s lap. Frantic, I stumble backwards, toppling the small table with the paddle on it. Everything falls to the floor and the impact is loud enough to make me jump.
Noah flies off the chair, hand outstretched. The way he looks at me shatters me even more. He’s heartbroken seeing me like this.
I shake my head, silently begging him to stay back. I don’t stop moving until I’m at the other side of our gilded cage, back against the cold concrete wall.
My tits and pussy are still on display but I don’t care anymore. It’s too late. I’ve already been violated.
We’ve both been violated.
I slide down to the floor and cover my face with my hands, crying uncontrollably. I can’t stop. The fear. The questions.
Most of all, I can’t get over that orgasm. What it did to me. The fact that we had an audience while it happened and it wasn’t of our choosing.
“Ivy. Baby. I’m so sorry.” His tone is broken.
I can’t look at him. Can’t see his despair.
“GOD DAMN IT!” he roars out of nowhere. “Look at what you made me do to her!” My hands drop and my eyes widen as I see Noah pick up the chair—he sends it flying across the room, straight at the wall.
It shatters apart on impact. That’s how uncontrollable his rage is.
I cry harder, struggling to catch a decent breath.
“Enough. Ivy. Pull yourself together. This man is useless when you’re out of control.”
Oh, her fucking condescending tone.
How dare she speak about him that way?
I try to stem my tears, but the sudden rage I feel makes it harder.
“Leave her alone. Please. This is breaking her,” Noah begs hoarsely. And it’s clear that this breaking me is also breaking him. The thought of him hurting like this is what finally gives me the strength.
I can’t stand to hear him like that.
“Enough. Both of you. We aren’t done here.”
I wipe at my soaked cheeks and stand up on shaky legs.
Then Noah does the craziest thing he could have ever done—he refuses her command a second time.
“No.”
The silence that follows is punctuated only by my gasp. I look at Noah, my mind spinning. He isn’t staring at me. His eyes are on one of the speakers, glaring at that since there’s no telling exactly where the cameras are.
“Excuse me, Noah?” comes through the speakers, deceptively soft.
I pick up on the underlying threat in that soft tone.
Noah apparently doesn’t, because he repeats, “No.”
“Noah,” I whisper past the lump in my throat. What is he doing? What the fuck is he thinking?
A laugh reverberates throughout the room; a joyous, gleeful sound, made even creepier by the fact that the voice is distorted. “Finally.”
Everything inside me seems to still at that one word and I see Noah’s fists clench. “What?” he asks.
Another creepy, ecstatic laugh. “Now we can really start playing.”
Oh God. No. He played right into her hands. She wanted this.
“I was wondering how long it would take that stubborn streak to show itself. You forget, Noah. I’ve been watching you. I know everything about you.”
An odd vibration begins beneath our feet.
What the fuck is that?
“I know your mind better than you do. In and out. I especially know about your obsession with—”
“Enough,” Noah snaps, interrupting her. That low rumbling hasn’t stopped, like a tiny earthquake building up. He finally realizes it and turns to me, eyes pleading. “Love, I know you hate me right now, but please come.”
This time, when he holds his hand out to me, there’s no hesitating, no need to stay away.
He’s all I have in this fucked up reality. My only anchor to sanity. Safety.
I scramble up, one arm covering as much of my breasts as I can and my other hand shielding my exposed pussy. Once I make it to Noah’s side, I grab his hand immediately, using his body to hide my nakedness.
“What’s wrong, Noah? Don’t want her to find out about your obsession with—”
“I said, enough,” he growls.
“Noah, stop. What are you doing?” I hiss quietly, tugging on his hand.
One more laugh, but this one’s lost all semblance of joy. Now, all I hear is malice and I can’t stop the cold shiver that rips down my spine. Those screams start up again and I whimper. I want to believe they’re fake, a recording, but the pitches are never exactly the same.
“I’ve been waiting to show you my greatest gift to you, Ivy.”
What the hell? “What?”
Before either of us can say anything else, the rumble grows stronger.
Then, on the far left wall, movement. The same wall where the blood leaked from earlier.
Noah and I turn in time to see—
Holy fuck. The wall. It’s—it’s sliding open. Slowly, another room comes into view on the other side. A white room.
The blood splattered on the walls registers. Then, the growing puddle of blood on the floor, the same puddle responsible for the blood leaking into our room.
I don’t know why, but the feet are what I notice before the rest of the body.
A woman’s bare feet and her missing . . .
My thoughts slam together, twisting. I don’t even realize I’ve moved away from Noah, but suddenly I’m bending over, dry-heaving. My stomach’s empty. There’s nothing in it to give up. I don’t care. The only thoughts circling through my head are: Her toes. They cut off her toes.
The puddle of blood is partially from her feet bleeding out, but I didn’t miss the trails of blood leaking down her bare legs.
I start crying again, my mind refusing to accept what I just saw.
“Jesus. Anne?”
Noah’s question shocks me upright, and against my will, my eyes jump back to the woman.
No. Not the woman. Anne. Noah’s booty-call.
She’s hanging from strings, her arms forced to the sides by what looks like the arms of a cross. She’s tied to that, too. A white, utterly childlike dress covers her body.
A broken puppet, displayed for our perusal.
My eyes trail over her, even though I’m screaming at myself to stop looking . . . one of her arms is missing a chunk of flesh, as if it was sliced clean off.
Like a piece of meat.
Every inch of her is trembling from the agony she must be in. Slowly, she raises her head, meeting Noah’s eyes through the curtain of her straight, black hair.
I clap a hand over my mouth, choking.
One of her dark eyes is missing. Gouged out. A deep, dark red, blood-oozing hole is what’s left.
I’m staring into her eye socket.
Oh God.
“N-Noah,” she whispers.
Wait. Why is her voice coming out of the speakers?
“Anne!” Noah takes off into a run, heading straight for her—his body slams into perfectly clear glass. He slams his fist into it with all his might and I flinch, expecting it to shatter.
Nothing. The resounding echo of that hit sounds hollow.
Shatter-proof glass. There’s no way he’s going to get through it. And that’s why her voice came out of the speakers. We’re divided from her by that glass wall. There’s only enough space at the bottom for the blood to push through.
Noah slams his shoulder into the barrier next, throwing all his weight into it. He’s desperate to get in there. To save her.
Our captor laughs yet again. “Look at you, Noah. You’re actually frantic to save her.”
I lower my hand from my mouth, an odd stillness falling over me.
“You care a lot more than I thought you would. How . . . interesting.”
Noah slaps the glass and whirls around. “You fucking monster! How could you do this to her?” His eyes are wild with horror at what’s been done to his lover.
That stillness spreads and suddenly, my own horror vanishes. Numb, I look away from him and back to Anne. Blood spills out of all of her wounds, and yet, it’s her remaining eye that catches my attention.
They not only dressed her up to kill her; her makeup must have been flawless before they started on her. They even applied fake eyelashes, adding to her doll-like appearance.
That makeup is ruined now, smudged by her blood and tears. That one remaining eye is locked on Noah, love and despair glittering in its depth.
They might have just been fuck-buddies, but there’s no doubt that she is in love with him.
“Stop. Okay? Just stop. Please . . .” Noah’s voice deepens with pain and something in my chest begins to ache. “Just let her go. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Too late for that. Now, pay attention, Noah. I want you to understand what I’m going to do to Ivy if you ever disobey me again.”
There’s movement from the corner of the room Anne’s in, and a huge hulk of man steps away from a stainless steel tray.
A tray with at least half a dozen different types of scalpels and knives on it.