“Are you sure about those two items? Final chance to change your mind,” our captor asks, but Noah doesn’t reply.
Instead, he walks back to me with a hint of wickedness in his eyes.
Every muscle in his body flexes with each step. Abs contract.
His cock gives miniscule twitches that I can’t look away from.
“Trust me.” Not a question, this is a command. Oh God, the heat from his body encases me the closer he gets. Up until I’m scorching and he once again nestles himself between my parted thighs. Right there.
Piercing rubbing against my overly sensitive clit.
The room turns hot.
My skin prickles.
“N-Noah.” I can’t breathe and it’s all due to the hard dick spreading my wetness from top to bottom. He’s pressing against my puckered hole with each pass.
A place I’ve yet to gift to anyone. It’s perverse, and yet I welcome his soft touch. “I’m yours to do with as you please, Noah. All yours. Only yours.”
Moans filter through the speakers and I tense. They’re loud. Grunts of pleasure that cause me to look over and toward the full theater.
Bodies writhe.
Naked flesh on display.
“They paid good money to see you cum, Ivy. For some reason they love the way you moan his name . . . how much of a slut you turn into each time Noah touches you.” She whines this as if it pains her to admit that my life hangs in her audience’s hands. Jesus, how much money revolves around something like this? “Let them see you cum on his thick cock once more. Paint his flesh with your depravity.”
Murmurs of agreement follow and I can just make out a few raised glasses in the audience.
“Forgive me, doll,” Noah’s spoken plea brings me back and I pull away from the others. Our eyes meet—his almost black ones are asking me to follow his lead and I nod.
He exhales. Tension drops from his features and his careful smile turns sinister.
Leaning forward, Noah pushes my legs further apart with his hips. Suspended mid air and at his mercy, he blows his warm breath over my chest and I arch.
Instinctual. Without second thought.
I need more of his touch and plead for it with a low keening sound that leaves the back of my throat. There is no mistaking the raw hunger there.
Everything around me disappears the moment his tongue circles my right nipple. Heat pools between my legs and I buck up, pressing his length firmly against me. Skin on skin.
My fingers reach up and embed themselves in his hair—tighten their purchase on the strands and hold him against my fevered skin.
Noah nuzzles the pulsing tip before bringing it between his teeth and biting down. “No touching. I want your hands holding onto the strap above your head. Keep them there.”
“No!” I cry out; his teeth dig in a tiny bit deeper and I welcome the sting. “Baby, I need—”
“To follow instructions. Move them.” Rough in his actions, he yanks my hands out of his hair and high above my head, wrapping my fingers in the small strap there. “You move and I stop.”
Happy with my acquiescence, he leaves one breast, licks across the other, and presses his mouth against the stiff tip. Back and forth, he skims his lips across and over to the edge of my tit. There, he sucks the tight skin between them and leaves a bruising circle around the curve.
“Oh, fuck.” It stings, but Noah is quick to soothe the ache.
Three times he follows the same path across my chest, decorating my skin with his mark.
“Gag her.” The command comes from Clarice. She walks closer to the camera in that room. The porcelain mask shifts on her face a tiny bit and I see a scar right beneath her jaw. It’s red and angry. “Because starting now, for every word she says, I will cut Jamie. I’m going to make her pretty for Raoul. He seems to like her so much.” Jealousy colors her words.
“What do I use?” Noah steps back and searches the room, but finds nothing small enough.
“Be creative. Use only what is within arms reach.”
That leaves him with two choices: an unoccupied strap or the plug.
“Open.” My mouth opens and he skims a finger just inside my lips. A shiver runs down his spine and I lick my lips, catching just the tip of his digit. “Fuck . . . wider.”
And I do. Wide and open, I wait for him to do something.
Anything.
Seconds go by and all he does is look at me in this vulnerable position. Head tilted to the side, he watches before bringing the anal plug to my lips. Runs it across the same area his finger traced. All around the opening before settling the round tip on my tongue.
It’s heavy, but not uncomfortable.
“Close your lips and breath through your nose.” Noah pushes the vibrator deeper into my mouth. I gag.
The room fills with a small applause.
This is so sick.
“Focus on me, dammit. Me.” A growl, a warning. Saliva pools around the toy, but I hold it in place and nod. “Please, love.”
Once he’s happy with the placement of the makeshift gag, he starts to kiss and lick a path down my throat and center of my chest. He pauses at each hard nipple to flick and bite, before going lower.
Heat—pure fire—scorches my senses and I bite down on the plastic in my mouth.
I’m a wet mess for him.
Noah’s nostrils flare and he pauses at my mound. Admires my pussy, waiting and open for him, before taking a single lick down my slit. His animalistic grunt travels through every cell in my body and I shake.
Clench.
Drip down his chin.
He swirls his tongue along my clit lewdly. Mouth open, I jerk toward him—
He pulls back.
I keen around the plug in my mouth, releasing the strap to reach toward him.
His eyes snap up to mine, glaring at me with that same warning as before. The one that says, Obey me. I own you.
Trembling out of control, I raise my hands back to the strap, knowing that my eyes are pleading with him.
Eyes on my face, he brings that small pinwheel toward the inside of my thigh. As small as those pins are, they look sharp.
I shake harder as he softly presses it to my skin.
Then, still watching my expression, he runs the wheel down toward my pussy.
I clench and cry out again.
Biting his lip, he brings it down to run along my pussy lip.
My clit throbs.
“Fuck baby. That pussy’s so hungry.” His eyes drop to fix on my spread lips. “Look at you throb for me.” He runs the wheel down my other lip.
I-I can’t take anymore . . . too much . . .
Removing the wheel from my pussy, he places it on my chest, between my breasts, and drags it down toward my navel.
Harder this time.
Presses it deeper.
I bite down on the plug, torn between pleasure and pain.
My pussy feels insanely swollen. Soaked. I throb uncontrollably, shaking like a leaf.
“So fucking responsive, baby.” Pupils huge, those eyes eat me up. They follow the movement of the wheel as he places it on the inside of my other thigh.
By the time he runs it back down to my pussy, I’m arching sharply toward him. Begging with my body.
Offering everything I am.
God, I don’t care how he takes me. What he uses. I just need him to fuck me somehow.
Noah removes the wheel and leans back down to kiss my pussy.
I thrust my hips frantically, rubbing my clit into his face.
Chuckling, he eases away, watching my hips churn toward him. He’s lost to me. As lost as I am to him. Rapt by my frantic, out of control reactions.
My soul deep desperation.
I’m almost completely lost to everything around me. Barely register the groans and soft sounds coming from the audience.
There’s just that tiny voice reminding me my best friend’s life hangs in the balance. I can’t spit this gag out and beg Noah to take me.
Have to play the game. Can’t reach out to him.
The fight between my impulses and self-control leaves me a sweating, shaking mess in the swing.
I’m so wet I can feel it dripping down to my crack.
Noah hisses and dips his head.
I tense, near-hyperventilating, my clit aching for his—
He licks me.
I scream around the butt plug, exploding into a violent orgasm.
Cursing, Noah sends the pinwheel flying, rises over me, and slams his cock into my still-coming pussy.
My head falls back as even more pleasure pierces me.
Latching onto the sides of the swing, Noah lets out the most monstrous sound I’ve ever heard from him, and begins swinging me back and forth on his cock.
Pounding into me.
“Stop!” His hips cease their movement, but the swing continues to pull me off and on his thick cock at a slower pace until I lay still with him buried deep inside. The noise level around us elevates, the audience a sick cadence of moans. “Both objects must be used for their intended purpose. Remove the gag and . . .”
This bitch can’t be serious?
“I refuse to take her arse with anything but my cock. Take it or leave it.”
Is he insane? Noah’s response scares me and I make a panicked sound which forces his eyes back to me. He’s calm.
No worry about retaliation.
I’m shaking my head and the squirming pushes him in deeper.
Again, I clench my muscles.
“You must use—”
“And I will, but not for her pussy.” Our audience murmurs, captor tsks, but I’m stuck on his words. But not her pussy. What does he . . . oh my God.
He’s pulling out then, dragging his piercing against the sensitive walls. Once out he looks down and spits on my clit, watching with morbid fascination as it dribbles down my slit and collects on the head of his dick.
A cock that smoothly slides lower and onto a part of me no one has ever taken.
Noah pauses, eyes on mine. “I’m going to need you to relax love and breath in and out slowly. Trust me to not hurt you. Nod, if you can do that for me?” I do and he smirks. “Good girl.”
I should be panicking, but I’m not. Instead, with each pass of the pierced head, I move my lower body toward him.
Instinctual, I seek him out to rub against my rosebud just a little bit harder.
Every nerve ending is sending out shockwaves of pleasure through my system. My eyes roll back. Back arches high. I push against his tip on the next pass.
A burning sensation accompanies the heads entry, but it passes after a few seconds. Becomes a low throb.
“Motherfuck, baby. So tight,” he hisses. Body coiling, the muscles in his neck and arms bulge with the strain holding back is creating. “Just a little more. Tell me you are ready for more than just the tip.”
Frantically, I nod. That gravely quality in his voice makes me squeeze tight and then release. Loosen my hold on him so I can bear down and take in another inch or two.
The tight ring of muscle makes it hard for me to accept more without pain and I pause. Look at him with apologetic eyes.
Seeing my distress, Noah reaches up and removes the plug from my mouth. “Don’t take your eyes off me. Watch me claim every inch of you.” Quick press of the button at the base and the toy comes to life.
With it buzzing in his hands, Noah brings the soft tip to the area just above my clit.
It takes everything within me not to scream. They’ll hurt her.
“Scream for him, Ivy. Give these people what they paid for.”
“Oh, God,” I cry out then, my body bowing into itself within the swing’s hold. The movement jerks me forward and another few inches enter me. Euphoria creeps over my nerve endings, causing my skin to prickle. “Too much. So full.”
He smacks my inner thigh twice. Heat blooms at the area.
“Take it.” His eyes smoulder, dare me to deny him this. “Give me all of you, love. What belongs to me.”
The buzzing intensifies. He places the plug directly over my clit. Holy fuck. I can’t breathe.
Wetness seeps from my pussy and lower coating his cock. Each slide easier than the last.
I’m close. So close to coming.
His hips flex forward and he slides into the hilt.
My eyes roll back. “Noah,” it’s a breathless whisper and he leans forward, almost caging me in. The toy slips down to my entrance, not entering, but pressed there vibrating between us. “So close.”
“I can feel you, Ivy. Let go, beautiful.” Lips brushing mine, he moves at a slow pace. Savoring each slide in and out. “Gift me your cum.”
The moment overwhelms me and I release my hold on the strap above my head. Fingers embed themselves in his hair and pull his face up to meet mine. “More.”
That stunning smile I’ve always found sexy makes its way across his lips. “Thank you.”
My brows furrow, but before I can ask what he means, Noah rises up, and takes the plug and pushes it inside me. Leaves it nestled within my walls while pulling out until just the head is inside me.
Seconds pass and he doesn’t move.
My pussy contracts around the vibrator.
“What are you. . .” A scream gets caught in my throat as he slams back in. The almost painful pleasure crashes into me like a freight train.
I come.
The plug slips from within my pulsating walls and lands where we are joined.
“Son of a bitch.” He clenches his jaw. A bead of sweat falls from his brow down his nose and lips. Falls onto the sensitive skin of my abs.
Muscles coiled tight, I arch and hold still. He doesn’t stop.
It’s almost angry the way he fucks me.
“Go on, Noah. Break her,” Clarice’s voice echoes through the entire room. “Desecrate her. I want to watch.”
Noah momentarily pauses. Then, with a shake of his head, he bites the area above my heart. Another mark.
“I love you,” I whisper, trying to ignore the insanity of having others commanding this moment instead of us. Noah looks up, his face contorted in agonizing pleasure. “Come for me, Noah. Bathe me in you.”
That is all it takes and he buries himself deeper, while I feel every drop leave his cock and paint me. Spurt after hot spurt, he’s spent and breathing heavily.
Weightless, he looks up and the lust filled gaze from before is replaced with the sweet man I love.
“Are you okay, doll?” He pauses and licks his dry lips. “Did I hurt you?”
I nod, and situate him so I can kiss his forehead.
Loud sounds permeate our momentary calm and I recognize what they are instantly.
Moaning.
Cries.
Grunts.
Our audience reaches their own peak of pleasure and in a single moment reality pierces through the drugs and the high of loving Noah.
Those are the people that are paying to watch us have sex.
The ones paying to watch the people we care about get hurt and murdered.
And they all just fucking came after violating us yet again by laying their greedy, perverted eyes on what should have been a private moment.
Bile rises in my throat.
Noah senses the change in me immediately. How could he not? I’m curled around him, skin pressed together.
He eases off me, eyes troubled.
I’m not the only one that just realized the sheer horror and depravity of what we’ve been forced to do.
The drug is still a heavy presence in my system, but the adrenaline of that orgasm seems to have burnt off some of the effect.
“I’m so sorry baby,” Noah whispers right before slowly easing his cock out of me.
Without the rush of arousal, the pain of losing my virginity back there roars to life. I whimper with every centimeter he slides out and the look on his face breaks my heart.
“So fucking sorry,” he repeats under his breath.
Tears in my eyes, I shake my head, silently conveying that it isn’t his fault. We’re both pawns. Puppets for the perverse viewing pleasure of those rich, sick fucks that pay to watch us.
And I have no doubt about it. They’re rich. Have to be to contribute to a large scale operation like this.
Especially with who seems to be leading it.
More bile rises. Dear God, are some of those people in the masks clients of ours?
I start shaking all over again.
Noah exhales roughly, sliding out of me entirely. He starts to reach for me then seems to think better of it. Expression taut, he exhales one more time before speaking. “May I please hug her? She’s in pain.”
I gasp at his request to our captor.
He did his best to keep his tone kind, but I can see how hard this request is for him. How much he hates that he had to make it. That he has to bow to that bitch in any way.
“Was that a plea I just heard from you, Noah? An honest to God, unsarcastic plea?”
I see his adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
“Yes. Yes it was. Can I please hug her?”
The audience outside applauds.
Their sign of approval.
“Aw. How sweet. You’ve managed to pull the heart strings of the audience.”
Heart strings? As if those cruel, callous bastards have hearts. If they did, they wouldn’t be a part of this.
“Go ahead. You can hug your pathetic little toy.”
“Thank you,” he replies, keeping his tone even. He opens his arms for me.
Despite the pain starting to radiate all over my lower back and ass, I rise as quick as I can into his arms. I need to take advantage of this chance. Don’t know when I’ll have another.
He needs to know what I’ve realized.
His arms squeeze down around me tight. He’s shaking. Trying to hide it, but I can feel the slight tremors rocking his tense frame.
As the tears leak down my eyes, I press my face to his neck.
“I’m sorry. You don’t understand love, I’m so fucking sorry.”
Placing my lips against his neck, I rush to whisper what I’ve been dying to tell him all along.
The truth of how we got here.
Exactly who is behind the decision to have us taken and tortured.
The one person who has always hated me even though I’ve never given her an actual reason to do so.
The one bitch who always wanted to see me ruined.
“Noah, I know who she is. I know who took us.”
He almost can’t hide his reaction in time. The way every muscle jumps at my confession.
Before he can pull away or we’re forced to separate, I murmur into his skin, “It’s her . . . it’s Valerie.”