Page 9 of Ravage
My fingers travel down her body to the hem of her dress that I grab in my hands and push it up to her hips. A devious smile spreads across my face at the view of her lacy pink thong that I promptly drag down her legs and toss to the other side of the room. She moans again softly while I push her legs apart, baring her pretty pussy to my view. “God damn…” My words drift off, and my hands clutch her thighs harder. Peeking up at Sloane to verify that she is still dead to the world before I swipe my finger through her wetness, gathering it up and bringing it to my parted lips. Her scent invades my nostrils before her taste even touches my tongue, and when it does, it’s like a live wire that’s sent directly to my cock. The sight of her on her back, legs spread, and at my mercy is almost enough to make me come untouched. My cock jolts in my sweats, weeping for attention while I stare at Sloane’s body bathed in the low lights. Leaning in I run my tongue up her pussy, gathering more of her wetness on my tongue, groaning at the flavor of her. I know I will be leaving fingerprints behind with the way my hands grip her thighs as Ifeast on her. Her clit throbs under my tongue as I lap at it, my hand diving into my sweats to pull out my cock. I growl with the mix of her delicious taste and my cock pulsing in my hand. Her face is peaceful while she lays below me, unconsciously allowing me to do whatever I want with her. Her thighs start to quiver around my head, and I know she's going to come on my tongue, which is why I pull away suddenly. “You’re going to come on my cock, and right now, there’s not shit you can do about it.” My thighs push hers up around my hips, her head drooping to the side, hair strewn across her flushed cheeks. I reach up and brush her hair from her face while I line my dick up to her wet entrance. “I want to see your face while I fuck you.” I punctuate my words by pushing into her to the hilt. A whimper escapes her lips, but her body stays still below me while I use her like the perfect doll she’s meant to be.
Reaching up, I free her breasts, my lips suctioning onto her right nipple while my hand twists and pulls on the other. Her chest rises faster beneath my touch, a moan slips from her lips. Her pussy tightens around my cock like a vice. “Come for me my Sweet Obsession. Show me that you can still be a good girl for me.” I reach down and rub her clit in tight circles, and her pussy spasms around me, a deep moan coming from her throat that just about pushes me over the edge. I pull out quickly, and my come spurts out onto her lower stomach, coating her in the proof of my obsession. Her body seems to melt back into the mattress, her breathing slowing down to a normal rhythm.
Tucking my spent cock back into my sweats, I hop down off the bed in search of the panties I threw across the room. I grab them in my fist and slide them back up her slick legs, pulling her dress down to conceal the evidence beneath. I debate on cleaning her up, but I want her to wake up with me on her skin. I want her to panic and be afraid of who she’s living with. Once she’s put back together, looking like a serene china doll in themiddle of her bed, I reach for her laptop to see what she was working on all day. The device boots up quickly, and “For Rent” ads assault me like a virus taking over my senses. My anger rises in my chest, and it takes everything in me not to chuck the laptop across the room. I slam the top closed and march out of her room, closing the door behind me. The trip back to my room is tense, and the shower I take after is filled with plans rolling around inside my head. By the time I lie down in bed, I have a smile back on my face and a determination to do whatever it takes to keep Sloane clasped in my grip.
Iwake up feeling like a polished turd the next morning. My head is pounding, and my body feels like it was put through the wringer. I stretch out my limbs, and alarm bells start going off in my head, making my anxiety rise to new levels. My muscles ache like they’ve been pulled in every which way, and my mind is groggy with exhaustion. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed proves to be more difficult than what I would have thought, taking all of the energy that I have to accomplish the task. Once my toes are dragging against the plush rug undermy feet, I push to stand up, and the world tilts on its axis, sending me back down onto the bed. As I sit there reeling with the possibilities of why I would feel this crappy, I notice an odd pulsing ache between my thighs. I reach down with trembling fingers, tentatively probing between my legs, my heart desperately hoping what I fear is not true. A whimper leaves my lips when my fingers graze over my pussy covered with damp panties. Ignoring the betrayal and pain that is coursing through me like a tsunami, I push up from the bed and rush towards the bathroom. My body sways with each step from my sudden movements. A shaking hand reaches for the bathroom light while the other one slams the door closed.
Wild eyes meet mine in the mirror, jump-scaring me back into the bathroom wall. My hair is a mess around my face; purple bags have taken up space under my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I lift my shirt up over my head, tossing it to the floor, just wanting to get this over with. My fingers trace over my red nipples, making me gasp at the soreness that is left there, but what really freaks me the fuck out is the crusty substance spread over my stomach. Tears pool in my eyes, blurring my vision as my fingers flick off flakes of come from my skin. A sob escapes from me, my knees trembling and causing me to collapse to the floor. My hands frantically clawing at my skin, trying desperately to get the offensive mess off of me. Red marks litter my skin where my nails have dug in at a punishing pace. The betrayal that I feel right now is at a level that I have never experienced. Rivers of salty tears spill from my eyes, sobs tearing from my chest, taking my battered heart with them. Pushing my shorts and panties down, I probe at my pussy to further my assumption of the nightmare I think has happened.
Kole drugged me and then used my body for his own pleasure without my consent. The admission of the truth sends me into a downward spiral of self-hatred for being so stupid as to let this tohappen to me. I trusted Kole and thought that I was safe under this roof, at least physically. My tattered body crawls towards the shower, pulling myself in and sitting up against the wall. Hands reaching to turn on the shower to as hot as I can stand it, the water pelting me, trying to wash the sins down the drain. I slump against the wall, my body trembling with sobs that continue on for so long that my body exhausts itself. My eyes fall closed, leaving me in a lukewarm darkness and a false sense of safety.
“Shit.” The urgent voice pierces through the darkness that I’ve been swimming in. Hands shake my numb body, trying to pull me out of the place in my mind that I’ve been hiding in. “Sloane.” My name drifts from the person's mouth, caressing me in warmth. “Come on, wake up.” A light tap against my cheek has me groaning and mumbling for them to just leave me alone. Hands pull against my shoulders, hauling me against a plush furnace that I promptly curl my body into. The scent emanating off of them makes me feel safe and at home. “Open your pretty eyes, my Sweet Obsession.” A hum of contentment drifts from me while my lashes flutter open, the room blurring slowly into focus. A pair of concerned blue eyes stares down at me while a warm hand caresses my cheek. “There she is.” His soft smile sends my heart racing into a completely different direction as Kole’s face slams into focus. A scream rips out of me, my hands slapping his away as I try desperately to crawl away from him. “What the fuck?” An inhuman sound creeps out of me, my limbs flailing against the cold floor.
“No!” The words cut through the tension in the air, but they don't stop him from grabbing my arms and pulling me back against his chest. “Don’t touch me!” His arms wrap around my chest like a vise, keeping me stuck to him. My body is still wet from the shower and shivering from the cold shower that he pulled me out of.
“Will you fucking quit and listen for a sec?” His words go in one ear and out the other as I continue to struggle against his hold.
“Fuck you! Let me go!” I turn my head and bite his bicep, eliciting a pained grunt from him.
“Calm the fuck down before I knock your ass out.” His words sounded threatening, and panic crept up my spine, turning my thrashing into fearful trembling. Tears pool in my eyes and slowly drip down my cheeks. “Good girl.” His words somehow soothe my frayed nerves. We sit there in silence, listening to my soft sobs and the uneven sounds of my breathing until eventually I’m all cried out. My naked body sagging against his chest, shivering from the cold. “I thought that you were beautiful before, but when you cry, you’re almost perfection.” He punctuates his words with a kiss against my cheek, his hand reaching up to smooth my wet hair away from my face. “Let’s get you warmed up.” He scoots away from me, leaving my back bare and open to the cold air around me. A fluffy towel is draped over my shoulders, and the sound of drawers opening and closing surrounds me. Once he finds what he’s looking for, he comes back to his spot behind me and the hair dryer flips on. The sudden noise has me jolting in my spot, the warm air from the dryer warming me up even more. A brush runs through my hair, and my icy heart starts to thaw at his attentiveness to drying my hair in perfect waves around my face.
Eventually he shuts the blow dryer off, stuffing it back into the drawer along with the brush, and leaning down to offer mehis hand. I stare at it like it’s a cobra waiting to attack me, which makes me completely bypass his offering and stumble to my feet on my own. I pass him on my way into my room, heading straight towards my dresser and pulling out an oversized T-shirt. Before I can even think to pull it over my head, Kole’s unforgiving hands rip the shirt from me, tossing it towards the door. His hard eyes glare at me, and then he wordlessly rifles through my dresser, pulling out a pair of jean shorts and a ruffly evergreen shirt as well as a lacy green pair of lingerie. I wordlessly slip the clothes over my skin, not having the energy to fight with him on this.
“Almost perfect.” He reaches over to the top of my dresser and grabs a black choker with a star pendant and settles it around my neck before fixing my hair and then stepping back to look at me. His gaze erupts goose bumps all over my skin, making my cheeks flush. “God, you’re fucking perfect.” His fingers drift over my cheek in a surprisingly gentle way that catches me off guard and makes my stomach do flips-flops. “Things could be so much different if you just gave in.” Kole’s whispered words skitter down my spine, and for a second I almost think that he’s right.
“No, they can’t. You did something that you can never take back.” My voice is rough and full of sorrow as I pull away from him and step back.
“Perhaps…” He says, his eyes never leaving me while he backs towards the doorway and eases himself into the hall. “Why don’t you take a few hours and think on it?” His smile seems genuine as he shuts the door to my room with a soft click.
I rush towards the door, twisting the handle, but it's locked from the outside. “No!” My screech is inhuman while I ram my shoulder into the door trying to open it, but it doesn’t budge. “Fuck you, Kole!” I shout with a kick to the wood that sends me to the floor gasping in pain. My foot throbs with the impact andthe stupidity of kicking the door without shoes. I lean my head back against the door with a deep sigh, resigned to having to wait here for him to come back.
The sight of her naked on the shower floor sent me into a frenzy. My first thought was how damn sexy she looked, and the second one was that I broke my new toy. That thought alone pushed me into action to get her frozen body away from the cold shower spray that was pelting her skin. Her lips were tinged blue, and I almost hate to say that it was one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen. Her skin was slick and frigid as I dragged her against me, hoping that the close contact would wake her up. Her eyes started to flutter, and I think she thoughtthat she was dead—that is until her vision fully focused. I could see the moment she realized who had saved her from her frozen tundra, and the animated change of her emotions was euphoric to watch. The more she fought me the more it turned me on, and I fear I would have taken her there on the bathroom floor if I wasn’t a strong man. When she let me pick her clothes out for her without a fight, I knew that I had started to finally get through to her, and that made me preen like a canary on the inside. I wasn’t lying when I told her that things could be perfect between us; all she had to do was fully submit to me and things would be grand.
But no, she’s a stubborn one, and I have no doubt that she will fight me tooth and nail for even an ounce of submission. Her fight is an aphrodisiac that keeps me coming back for more. The journey to my conquest of her will be rough, but well deserved. Her tiny fists pounding against her bedroom door make me wonder how they would feel pounding against my own flesh. Would it feel like the brush of a butterfly's wings, or will she finally give me back the pain that I no doubt deserve? It’s been an hour, and she has yet to tire from her plan of breaking the door down. I'm sure she's bruised her fists and feet from how hard she’s been throwing her body into the wood. Within that hour I’ve been crunching numbers to pinpoint her perfect dose of the potassium I snagged out of the med room at work. If she won’t submit on her own, then I will just have to give her a little nudge in the right direction. Make her feel like she has no other choice but to give in to my whims. Once I’ve narrowed in on the magic number, I walk over to the fridge and grab the orange juice, pouring her a healthy glass before measuring out the dose and dropping it into the cup. I grab the makings for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and place it on a plate with a banana and then head back to her room. Balancing the items in one hand, I quickly unlock the door and push it open along with thepretty lady that was slouched behind it. Using my foot, I push the door closed again before turning towards the disheveled beauty seething at my feet.
“I brought you some food. You need to eat after that fiasco I walked in on earlier.” I say, setting the plate and glass down on the dresser. She shakes her head at me before climbing to her feet, backing up to put distance between us. The movement makes me seethe, watching her back away from me like a petulant child. Just to antagonize her, I step towards her slowly as I speak again, “You will eat. If I have to force-feed you, then I will.”
“No, you won’t! Get out of my room, Kole. I don’t want anything to do with you right now.” Her slim arms cross over her chest, and her hip pops out to the side. The attitude she throws towards me makes my fists clench at my sides.
“You underestimate me, Sloane. You have no idea what I’m willing to do to get what I want.” Her back finally hits the wall, making her feet come to an inevitable halt. My hands cage her in against the wall, leaning down so close that my breath makes strands of her hair float around her face while I speak, “It would be easier to just save your energy instead of fighting me at every turn. Eat the food, Sloane. It’s not like I poisoned it.” I push off the wall away from her to punctuate my words.
“How can I trust that it’s not poisoned? You just told me that you would do whatever it takes to get me to do what you want.” Her eyes roll so far back into her head I fear they will fall out and roll across the floor at our feet.
“Why would I go to all this trouble to get you to give in if I was just going to kill you? Do you realize how dumb that sounds?” My hand sweeps up and brushes her hair behind her ear. I can visibly see the gears turning in her mind while she tries to conjure up another excuse to not eat the food. Her food really isn’t poisoned, but to her, the potassium I slipped insidewould probably classify as it. She thinks on it for a moment before finally giving in and taking the plate from the dresser, then plopping down onto the bed. She sniffs the sandwich and the juice, trying to find any hint of a suspicious smell, but I know all too well that she won’t pick up on any weird stench. “It’s not going to bite you.” I finish with a smirk and a chuckle, which she promptly rolls her eyes at.
I wait for her to take several bites of her sandwich before I start to get nervous that she won’t touch the drink. Once she’s scarfed down the entire sandwich, she finally picks up the glass of juice and chugs it like she hasn’t had a drop of liquid in days. My smirk turns into a full-blown smile as I watch her polish off the juice in the glass and set it back on the plate. Before she can get up, I graciously grab the plate and the glass from her. She scoots back on the bed, her back against the headboard, watching me with an eagle eye. I leave her to her devices, exiting the room to put the dishes away and make sure all exits are secure. I don’t need her trying to escape before the drugs kick in.
Making my way to the front door, I arm the alarm and the new lock that I picked up from the hardware store. The store associate assured me that it would be perfect to keep my unruly child inside my home. I walk through the apartment checking all of the window locks before settling onto the couch to wait for the games to begin. I’m almost giddy with excitement as I pretend to watch the newest serial killer documentary that dropped on Hulu. It’s my favorite pastime to criticize the killer’s methods and how they utterly failed at being discreet. These killers were more worried about how famous they would be than about completing the act itself correctly.
After a few hours the sun has gone down, leaving the TV’s glow the only thing that lights the room. I’ve gone through about five different documentaries, all roughly the same in nature, because god forbid anyone be original anymore. As soon as thenext show starts, Sloane’s bedroom door creaks open, and I hear her stumbling steps coming down the hall.
“Kole?” Her beautiful voice reaches me as she comes around the corner, her face pale in the low light with her hair plastered to her sweaty forehead. “I—I don’t feel so g-good.” She trips over the living room rug on her way to me, sending her towards the floor. I reach my arms out just in time to catch her before she crashes to the floor. Her body is pressed against mine, her breathing is erratic, and her eyes are glassy. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Everything h-hurts.” She stumbles over her words as she looks up at me with a pitiful look. I brush her hair away from her face, her eyes going in and out of focus while I cup her cheeks to direct her gaze.
“Look at me for a minute.” I scan her face, noticing her watery eyes and flushed face. “What hurts?” Her breathing is sporadic as she tries to digest my words.
“I-I…” She tries to get the words out but she gets choked up, and then I see the telltale sign of what’s about to happen next. Sloane leans over my arm and pukes up the contents of her stomach all over the white carpet. Inside I’m jumping for joy because my plan is working, but on the outside I’m in full-on nurse mode.
“Shit! It’s okay, get it all out.” I pat her on the back until she’s dry heaving and her head is leaning against my thigh, her eyes closed in exhaustion. “Maybe the orange juice was bad; did it taste okay?” I question her already knowing that everything was just fine.
