Page 9 of Summer's Cage
“S…ummer.”
His voice sinks its claws into my psyche and knits itself into my soul. It’s deep, broken, and jagged—as though it would be painful to speak.
Mind in survival mode, however, I answer him.
“Kage. Please…I’m not…not really experienced…just…”
But his hand skims itself down my side and drags over the bones of my hip. My muscles tense all the more, but I should know better than to resist the strength of this man. To the chaos of my angry, fearful screams, he wrenches my thighs apart and drags his calloused thumb across the top of my mound before sinking it into my slit to find that hidden bundle of nerves. He pauses there, applying pressure that makes my spine stiffen and my neck arch, my cries of terror changing tune as he starts to circle the little nub with slow, controlled precision.
My body lights itself aflame as shame, embarrassment, disgust, and forbidden desires entwine in a deadly waltz.
He moves, bringing his face to mine again, his lips just barely brushing my own as his fingers explore my cunt.
“Stop, Kage.” I manage to choke out.
He brushes his lips over mine back and forth once.No.
His defiance, the power he wields over me, and his obsession turn him into the most dangerous monster in the world, because I know without a shadow of a doubt that he would decimate cities for me.
His fingers coax an embarrassing amount of wetness from my pussy, and he sinks a finger deep into me, his thumb still working my clit. A moan I can’t control exits my lips, and hepresses his finger so deep he finds my cervix, the pressure of him prodding against the entrance to my womb simultaneously painful and pleasurable. My cunt flutters, teasing at an orgasm, while my uterus flares with a cramp. And still, he keeps pushing deeper, not thrusting, just…feeling,exploring.
Why my body finds that so disgustingly desirable is beyond me, and I begin to whimper and moan beneath him, my heart tearing itself in two.I need to come, I need to come, fuck, I’ve never felt anything like this before.
He pulls out slightly, and I can feel how soaked I am as it drips down to my ass. This is so dirty, so wrong, so absolutely fucked up—but something in my brain glitches, and it’s suddenly the hottest fucking thing I ever dared to experience. I want him to use me, explore me, experiment in ways I’ve never thought pleasurable. Like a mindless little doll. I don’t want to think, justfeel.
Adjusting the angle of his palm, I widen my legs and tilt my hips, giving him deeper access. He shivers, the motion passing through me via his strong hand. Slowly, he presses that finger back into me, hitting my cervix far easier from this angle. A heady, slutty moan leaves my throat, and my fingers curl around the chains, keeping myself tethered to Earth as a climax to end all climaxes builds within me.
And he’s barely moved.
“Ow, fuck,” I whine, pulling my hips away as he pushes impossibly deeper. He pays no mind to whatever I say. I am his to play with, whether I want that to stay my dirty little fantasy or not. His thumb slips and rubs over my slick clit, and as he picks up the pace, he strokes me from the inside out; every time he finds that sensitive wall deep inside me, I cry out and jerk my hips away, only for him to double down and press so deeply into it I feel like I’m going to burst.
At the same time, it somehow feels so fucking good.
“Fuck….fuck…oh…my…stop, stop stop, stop, stop,” I cry, beginning to crest a wave of euphoria that I know will ruin me. If I don’t somehow stop him, I will betray myself—but he pulls out and slips in a second finger, pumping so hard and fast that he glides through my soaked pussy. “Fuuuuuck.”
My cunt clenches his fingers so hard that an ache bursts through me, pushing my orgasm to new heights as I scream. He works me faster, somehow harder, fist slamming against my pubic bone, thumb rubbing my clit until it burns—and a second climax seizes me, this one so intense my calves tighten and I can’t breathe, a burst of liquid gushing in spurts from my pussy.
Sobbing, I sink into the mattress, still spasming from the shockwaves as he withdraws his fingers.
Everything falls silent.
The lusty haze in my brain begins to lift like fog over a lake at sunrise, the weight of what has just happened settling over me like a cold, damp blanket. Bringing my knees up to my chest, tears leak from my eyes and dampen the fabric covering them as I feel how wet I got for this sick freak. No one has ever made me come that hard before. And if I somehow live, I know that no one ever will again.
Curling onto my side, I wrap my chained wrists around my legs, the sweatpants bunched up around my ankles. A sob wracks me. Then another, and another, until I’m crying so hard I can barely breathe. I leave the stupid sweatshirt over my eyes, because I can’t bear the thought of looking at my treacherous body.
“I just want to go home,” I cry. “I just want my mom and dad.Please. I just want my mom and dad. Take me home.Please.”
But all I am met with is the sound of him turning off the light and ascending the creaky stairs, locking me in a type of hell I never thought I’d find myself in.
The next time I speak, three months have passed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
SUMMER
THREE MONTHS LATER
A hearty crampzings through my lower abdomen, and I curl into an even tighter ball on the mattress. I lied to Kage months ago, saying I wasn’t on birth control. Ihadbeen on the pill due to wildly irregular periods. And when they did show up—typically unannounced—they were heavy and incredibly painful. Before my abduction, I’d been seeking out a formal diagnosis.
