Page 57 of Safer Together
~ Chapter Twenty-Six ~
Angela
I have no idea how long I have been here with Dylan, all I know is that time is starting to feel like it’s stopping. I no longer have the ability to see if it’s day or night, except for the glow occasionally coming from the bottom of the bedroom door.
I try to sit up, and find that something is restricting me, lowering my left arm ever so slowly, and wincing at the movement, I find that I am tied to a bed. I wrap my arms around the item pressing against my ribs and can feel the thick, course fibers of a large rope. I bring my right arm up and place it on the other side of the bed. Finding the rope quickly, I test the binding, finding that there is absolutely no give to it.
I try to lift my legs and find that I cannot feel anything below my knee, I try to reach down, to see if the same rope is also holding me in place, and I feel nothing, as I try to lift my ankles, I feel the bite of metal, and then the uncomfortable ache from my pussy.
I feel panic starting to bubble up from within me as the past starts to come back to me:
“What is it with you and hot guys, Angie?” I wonder what on earth Suzy is chattering on about.
“What do you mean?”
Smiling back at me, she continues, “A tall, handsome drink of water just came into the office and booked an inspection with you for that property out on Ratchet Road for this afternoon.” Impressed that I finally had an inspection for the property, I smiled at myself, then realized I needed more information.
“And who is this Mr. Tall, handsome drink of water? Does he have a name perhaps?”
Suzy laughs at me. “Of course he does silly. Drake Edwards. He mentioned that you two know each other, as he is a friend of that fiancé of yours, so naturally he only wants to deal with you”
Smiling internally, I was happy that Elliot’s friends were asking for me by name, but also wondering why he would also be looking for a property in Nashville.
“And the appointment’s in half an hour, so you better skedaddle so you’re out there with enough time to open it up.” Looking at my watch, I see it’s almost 2:30 pm, and I would be meeting Elliot at 4:00 pm. She is right of course, Ratchet Road is a fifteen-minute drive outside of Nashville, in a quiet rural suburb with plenty of privacy afforded for the residents, and this particular property sits on five acres. There is no one for miles around; literally the kind of place where you can just turn off everything and be one with nature.
There are stables out in the back suitable for four horses, as well as a trotting yard. There is a cute little cabin toward the rear of the property, incredibly rustic, but perfectly positioned by the small stream that flows back that way through the property. The main house is where the money had been spent. Only a few years old, the new construction is executed perfectly, and will provide the new owner with absolutely nothing to do, aside from moving in their own furniture.
“Well then, I’ll head out to that, then I’ll head on over to Belle Meade right after. I’ve got that meeting with Elliot at 4:00 pm,” I grab my handbag from where it’s sitting on my desk, walking past Jenny, “I’m off to Ratchet Road, but I’ll give you a call right after to let you know I’m done for the day. Suzy has all the details of the prospective purchaser”,
“No problems Ange, good luck.” I nod at her and continue to rush out the door.
I make it to Ratchet Road with eight minutes to spare, seeing no sign of Drake on the outside I park my car and wander inside. Once the lights are all on, I return to the kitchen area and wait for him to arrive.
A bird starts to sing outside of the kitchen window and I walked over to the window to look outside. It’s a small bird with a blue chest. I whistle back at it, the bird, seemingly frightened by my complete lack of ability to whistle a tune, flies away.
I take a step back from the sink and a cloth appears in front of my face and clamps down on my nose and mouth. I struggle to remove it, flailing around in the strong arms holding me, my eyes start to shut, I try and force them back open and struggle to get away, throwing my leg out backwards but missing my target. I scratch hard at the arms holding me tight around the front, but it’s no good, I’m falling asleep, and then, it goes completely dark.
The next thing I remember, I’m bumping along just at the edge of consciousness, when one large jolt breaks me all the way through. I’m lying on a vinyl back seat, wet with my own saliva. I open and close my eyes a few times, trying to make sense of the scene around me, from the material of the seat and the jostling around, I was obviously in a car. “You’re finally awake, now?” I hear from the front seat. It takes me less than the amount of time for him to say that sentence for me to know who I was with. Dylan had found me once more.
When we first arrive at the cabin, he locks the door behind us, including a dead bolt, followed by a large combination padlock. “Sit down, Angela,’’ Dylan said as he threw the bag he had carried in on the old, worn kitchen countertop. When he turned back around and saw that I hadn’t moved he came across and his backhand connected with the left-hand side of my face, “why won’t you do as you’re fucking told? I told you to sit down.” His hand takes hold of my wrist and yanks me with him, pushing me into the single chair. He bends down over me, keeping one hand on either arm rest, caging me in. His eyes have a barely held back rage within. He lowers his face, so it is only inches from my own.
My survival instincts kick in. Don’t do anything to anger him, Angie, there may be a chance of getting away, if only we can keep him happy until he falls asleep. “I’m sorry, Dylan. I’ll be better. I’ll do what you say, I promise.”
Seeming happy with that response he nods, then a cruel smile appears on his lips, “You will do what I say will you? And before you think to say no, remember you just promised” his left hand pulls away from the arm rest and finds the silver belt buckle. He unfastens it with ease, next popping the button to his pants, he releases it, before securing the zipper and pulling it down all the way. I see that he isn’t wearing any underwear, his black curly pubic hair now peeking through the open material,
I realize what it is that he is going to make me do to him, and I feel bile trying to make its way up my throat into my mouth. I raise my eyes, looking over his shoulder, I hear fabric moving, guessing that he is lowering his pants, confirmed a moment later, by the movement of his body, first his left side and then his right. I then hear the jeans get kicked along the floor, the jingle of the belt buckle giving the movement away.
“Get on your knees, Angela.” I don’t move. “Don’t make me tell you again.” His voice takes on a menacing tone.
I make the move forward and slide off the chair; he moves backward a step, allowing me room to get settled. I look at his bare feet, not wanting to see what I know is coming.
“Look at me, Angela.” As I raise my eyes, his hard cock slaps the side of my face. “Open your mouth, wide.” he commands. I open my mouth as wide as I can. He grabs a fist full of my hair on either side of my head and positions the crown of his now erect cock in front of my mouth, his mouth turns into a grin that the devil would be proud of, and in one swift move he drives his cock deep into my mouth. I feel it hit the back of my throat, and I gag. He doesn’t stop though, taking what he needs from me, not caring if I can breathe of not. I try and drag as much oxygen as I can through my nose.
His rhythm is punishing, and I feel tears pricking my eyes. Around the third time that I gag, I feel him harden further inside me quickly followed by a hot burst of semen filling my throat. I try to swallow it so I don’t choke, and he continues with several more, hard strokes until I can feel him starting to soften on my lips. When he finally pulls out, I fall forward and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand,
“You need to work on that. Don’t worry, you will get to do that again soon.” I don’t even raise my head to look at him, I see his hand snag his jeans from the floor beside me and then he pads away from me.
My cheek is throbbing from the backhand not long ago. I reach up and tentatively touch it, it aches, badly. I feel tears wanting to fall from my eyes, so I use an old technique and dig my fingernails into the palms of my hands in an effort to stop them in their tracks. I was not going to allow him to see that he is causing me pain or sadness. Instead I suck in a breath and decide that the only way I am going to get out of here is if I cooperate.
