Page 47 of Creep
The rounded bars running across the top have come in handy quite a few times, but I’ve never used them for something like this. Now, I’m fucking thankful to myself for this brilliant idea.
Chuckling to myself—probably sounding like a maniac—I continue to tie a knot on one end of the rope, tugging hard against it a few times to make sure it won’t budge. I need this to go perfectly or else I’ll fucking kill her.
Not that killing her wouldn’t be a good idea right about now.
Once I’m happy with the knot, I take a step back and drop to my knees in front of her. I reach my hand out and grip the back of her neck, hauling her to me. Her bound hands land against my abdomen with a thud as she falls against me, unable to hold herself up.
She uses her head to push off of me slightly as I also lean back. I hold the rope in both of my hands and begin to wrap it around her throat. Before I even make it around one time, Essa jerks her entire body to the side and crashes to the floor. Her movement causes me to fall a split second after her, but not before she’s already attempting to get up. She’s a little too late when my body comes crashing down on top of hers, pushing her even further into the ground.
“Where do you think you’re goin’, baby doll?” With my chest to her back, I can feel every intake of breath and every exhale, too. And right now, her chest is heaving. Either because she’s terrified—as she should be—or because I’m lying on top of her. In either case, both are completely warranted.
I push myself up and run my fingers through my hair before reaching down and grabbing a fistful of Essa’s hair. I launch her to her feet from my grip on her and she cries out, tears immediately springing from her eyes.
I yank her back against me again and wrap my arm around her slim waist, but it’s definitely not as slim as it was when I first met her. I suppose having the ability to eat whenever you’re hungry helps.
I dig my fingers into the skin of her right hip and she whimpers, rolling her head to the side as I run my nose along her collarbone.
“Essa, baby, haven’t you fucking learned by now?” She doesn’t answer me, but instead rubs her wrists together. I grab her hands and halt her endeavor to hurt herself. I know what she’s aiming to achieve, but I won’t allow her a reprieve.
Holding her bound hands in one of mine, I grab the rope that is still somehow around her neck and wrap it around one more time. I spin her around and throw her over my shoulder as I crawl back onto the bed. I stand exactly how I was minutes ago and pull her from my shoulder, making sure to slide her body across mine. Every curve of her runs across mine on her way down my body and I groan as my cock twitches, desperate to be inside of her.
I’ve become too fucking used to everything with her. Mainly, the everyday mundane shit like eating together, talking about the fucking weather occasionally, little tidbits about ourselves and the fucking sex.Fuck me, the fucking sex.
Every goddamn day I get to have her tight little pussy wrapped around my cock and now he’s like a fiend searching for his next fix. It’s a problem I’m finding considerably hard to ignore because when I came up here, my only plan was to hurt her, to remind her of her fucking place, but now all I want is to fuck her senseless and call it a night.
I didn’t realize my eyes had closed until I feel the rope slipping through my fingers ever so slightly. My eyes snap open and I catch Essa attempting to unwrap the rope from her throat.
Goddamn her for fucking with my head,again.
Before I even register a damn thing, my palm is connecting with the side of her cheek. She stumbles and I yank on the rope to right her. She cries out as she brings her bound hands to her face. Tears run down her face in fast trails, but all they serve to do is turn me on even more.
I run my tongue along her cheek, catching every tear that falls and collecting them on my tongue. The salty flavor of them has me groaning and grabbing my cock through my pants to ease the ache. Groaning in frustration, I pull away from her and wrap my arm around her waist. I lift her up slightly, until her feet no longer touch the mattress and bring the rope to the bars above us. I pull it taut and tie another knot, but this one is a slip knot in case I need to release it quickly. I don’t wanna fucking kill her.
Or do I?
With the second knot tied, I slowly drop Essa and now she hangs from my bed frame with rope tied around her neck. Her toes dig into the mattress just enough that if she continues to hold herself up, she won’t have any issues breathing. It’s when she gets fucking tired that the fun will really begin.
I jump off of the bed and walk over to where my pack of cigarettes lays and pull one out. I bring it to my lips and roll it around between my teeth as I twist the lighter around my fingers.
So many options, such little time.
I flick the lighter and watch the glow of the flame flicker. I bring it to the tip of the cigarette, then remove it when the tip glows red. I inhale the tobacco while tilting my head back to stare at the ceiling, letting the nicotine flow through my lungs. I can hear Essa’s whispered whimpers as she struggles to stay upright already. I chuckle darkly as I lower my head to bring my gaze back to her.
“What the fuck you whining for, baby doll? This is all on you. You knew better and yet you continued to disobey me. You know what shit is not allowed—which is why I’m surprised you even pulled this stunt to begin with.
But alas, here we are, back to the fucking beginning. If you thought that was bad, you’re gonnareallyhate what’s about to happen.” Essa screams and tries to pull the rope from around her neck, but her bound hands make it virtually impossible.
I finish my smoke and put it out before making my way back to her. I hop up onto the bed and stand in front of her. Though she’s clearly vulnerable in the position she’s in, she still makes an effort to jut her chin out to feign confidence. I roll my eyes and grip her chin between my fingers before smashing my lips to hers, unable to resist her any longer.
My fucking craving for her is beginning to overtake all of my senses. When I see her, I feel mad with possession.
She’s mine.
When I touch her, my skin burns, yet cools at the same time. It’s almost like her cold soul cools my inferno.
She’s mine.
When I fucking kiss her.Fuck. Ever since that first goddamn kiss. My first kiss. She irrevocably changed me.
