Page 57 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
“I knew you couldn’t resist.” He looks up at me smirking but despite his words I can see the glint of something else in his eyes. He’s pleased by my acceptance and request for more, he’s enjoying hurting me but he’s enjoying the fact I’m enjoying what he’s doing to me. We have a common ground on something so unhinged.How can I like anything this psycho is doing to me?Yet my body doesn’t lie. My clit doesn’t lie, and it wants what it wants.
“Do it,” I say bracing, then remembering myself I say, “please, Master.”
“You are one fucked up little whore. I love it when you beg for your pain.” Lifting onto his knees and hovering over my pussy, my knees bent and open at each side around him he holds his knife, tip pointing down. Opening me up like a flower with his left hand, he seeks out my hidden bundle of pulsing, practically vibrating nerves. The blood pumping to this area must be draining from my brain because I am clearly not thinking straight. I’m on tenterhooks as I hold my breath and he touches the knife to the skin around my clit and gently, delicately circles the hood of my clit. I’m pretty sure I’m going to burst into flames from the desire I seeon his face and how I feel right now. I want to feel the pain, to feel the pleasure. I want him to touch me with his knife and suck me. Bringing the knife’s tip, it touches my clit head on and pierces the skin with the tiniest of flicks and then his mouth is on me, sucking, lapping his tongue over and around my clit, sucking the pain into pleasure as I explode on his tongue and cry out his name.
“Master, oh god Master,” I wail, pulling against my restraints as I try to push my clit up higher to ride out the orgasm against his cruel mouth. When the waves of bliss subside and the sensitivity takes over, he pulls away and looks up at me. A mix of confusion and awe clouds his eyes. We don’t speak; he doesn’t say a word. He throws his knife down, pulls up his t-shirt to reveal a tanned toned chest just like Angus’. His shoulders are broad and muscular, more so than I was expecting. His pecs are defined along with his washboard abs.What do the men in this family do for a living?I muse.
He stares at me with a stormy expression as he tears down his boxers and track pants to reveal his huge thick thighs and calves. His body is a statue of elegance to admire yet his heart is as black as onyx. Standing naked over me on the bed, I look up at Lucifer, his hand pumping his weeping cock. Has he just undressed so he doesn’t get blood on his clothes? What is he going to do now?
Lowering to his knees he uses the knife to run a small incision on his arm that begins to trickle with blood. I suck in a breath as I watch him swipe up the blood and run it up and down his cock to lubricate it. He grabs the back of my thighs pushing my pelvis up and lines himself up to my back hole. Slowly, gently almost, he watches in reverence as he pushes inside my tight hole with just the tip. The insanity of it, of him lubricated with his blood makes me groan and I try to relax for him.
I want him, I want this dangerous, unstable, beautiful man with muscles for days and anger issues to claim my arse like Iknow he’s capable of. I want him to own my mind and body in this moment as he enters me, pushing gentler than I thought he was capable of. He seems lost to his own desires as he watches his blood-soaked cock disappear into my body. My body eats him up and all I can do is moan at the stretch and burn from the size of him, my sounds drawing his attention away from our connected body parts and up to my eyes where I see a brief flicker of concern until he notes I’m moaning in pleasure and not in pain.
Looking back down at his cock driving in and out of my body, he allows himself to groan as he feels my body relax around him as it accommodates his length and size. Bottoming out we both moan, I see him roll his neck muttering something incoherent. The muscles in his arms and shoulders flex and it looks like he’s trying to keep himself under control, so I make it easy for him.
“Have me, take it all, take all of me. I give you permission, Master.”
Eyes feral and wild he practically growls at me through clenched teeth, “I am going to obliterate this arse right now.” As he picks up his pace thrusting inside of me, “I will fucking take you, I will take all of you. I own you,” he spits as he holds my legs folded open and destroys me. The beast of him taking over as his eyes narrow to slits like those of a snake, he’s hate fucking my arse with everything he’s got and I’m taking it, I’m taking all of him because I’m loose for him, I’m loose because I want him, I want him to give it to me and own me as he said. Seeing him like this, it’s building up a pleasure so deep within me that I surrender to it, my heart rate spikes as I bare down on the impending orgasm and begin to spiral into the depths of my own pleasure. My climax rips through me and opens up my soul to this monster as he continues ploughing into me, I writhe beneath him and he grips my legs harder, his fingers biting into my flesh as he watches me shudder through theripples of euphoria. His lips curl on his sinful mouth as he too tips over into an oblivion and he holds still, buried deep as his pleasure jerks and spasms inside of me.
Holding himself still, every one of his muscles taut and protruding, he closes his eyes and sighs deeply as his release and the sensations running through his body devour him.
Coming back to himself, he opens his eyes to see me looking up at him. Tension slips from his body, his shoulders drop, his fingers go slack around my legs. My body begins to slip away from his as he withdraws, his attention drawn to the slippery mess that follows his departing cock. I wince as a soreness I didn’t realise I have down there brings me back down to reality. Alerted to my discomfort, I see tenderness cross Jacob’s expression before he catches himself.
Devoid of affection, his voice comes out raspy which almost gives him away if his words weren’t so cruel, “You’re lucky I didn’t pull out and make you drink down my come from my cock. What do you say?”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Open your mouth,” he commands.
I hesitate but do as he asks, he leans over and spits in my mouth like I’m a worthless whore and I feel it. Hurt fills my eyes and breaks my heart that he can be so cruel after what we just experienced together. He sees it in my eyes and for a moment I wonder if he regrets what he just did, he looks like he’s about to say something. Instead, he sits back on his knees looking over at my used and tied up body and the energy in the room changes back to dark and dangerous.
“I wasn’t expecting you to come so hard like you did. I underestimated how much of a slut you are for my cock, my knife and my blood. Turns out moneycanbuy the best whore in town.”
His words bite into my soul. They hurt like I’ve been punched in the face, just as he had intended them to. My eyesfill with tears, but I refuse to let them fall as anger and hatred replace the ache for him to show me the smallest amount of human connection.
“I think I’ll give you something to think about during breakfast, I’d hate for you to forget your place and get too comfortable.”
Retreating off the bed, I watch as he walks over to the drawer under the table I was strapped to and pulls out a large butt plug. A rogue tear escapes my eyes at the thought of him going near my arse again after the way he’s treated me. This brings a sinister smile to his face that doesn’t make it to his eyes. Walking over to me I look up at him as he bends over my face and pokes his tongue out to lick up my tears. I fight the urge to snap my teeth at him or move my head away.
Then moving down the bed he says, “Should we lube it? I don’t think we need to. But I’ll tell you what, I bet if I dip it into your pussy you’ll be sopping wet, I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you, Whore?” Not waiting for my answer, he roughly pushes the butt plug into my pussy which is of course slick and wet from my orgasm. Hating myself for it, I’m also grateful for the lube as he pulls it out unceremoniously and nudges at my back hole. Despite how rough he just was with me, how cruel his words and actions were, he nudges it gently, waiting for my muscles to relax and allow him entry with the toy. In complete contradiction to his entire being, he thrums at my clit with his thumb as he edges the girth of the toy slowly into my sore back hole, helping me through the stretch and the burn as it finally slides inside of me and my arse suctions it fully in.
Once it’s fully seated, he stops rubbing my clit. Without another glance he moves off the bed and walks out of the room, leaving me to wonder what the fuck just happened and what the hell is wrong with that man.
27
Ihave no idea how long Jacob leaves me tied to the bed, but the sun has risen and the room is bright with sunlight. Between the hatred and the confusing thoughts about Jacob, I drift in and out of sleep until I hear a noise that startles me awake and almost afraid. Opening my eyes in alarm I see a freshly dressed Jacob in jeans and a plain burgundy t-shirt with bare feet. He’s brought breakfast. I wish I was wearing clothes, I wish I could turn my back to him and show him how hurt I am. But I can’t do either of those things, plus, I’m being paid handsomely for him to treat me in whatever way he pleases, so I couldn’t act out or show I’m upset even if I wasn’t tied naked to the bed. Climbing onto the bed, he pulls out his knife and cuts through my bindings, freeing my numb hands from above me.
“Sit,” his gravelling voice commands and I do so automatically. Rubbing my wrists to help the ache and the blood circulation, I feel the ache of the plug buried deep inside as I sit up.
“Here, I brought you my shirt,” he says, offering me clothing to cover myself up. I almost cry tears of joy as I swiftly lift the white t-shirt over my head and lower it down over my body.Interestingly, he didn’t sayashirt, he saidhisshirt. I am at a complete loss with this man.
Once I’m covered, he removes the drinks and leaves them on the table and then places the tray of fruit and toast and jams between us. “Eat,” he instructs. Avoiding his gaze, I begin to tuck into the food provided. Jacob eats too, watching me as I look everywhere in the room except at his face. Hurt and anger radiate from me, I can feel it. I don’t want to look into the eyes of the monster who caused it and show him everything that is written across my face. James always said I could hide absolutely nothing from my face, I make a terrible poker player.
Eventually the plates are cleared and the glasses are empty.
“May I use the toilet, Master?” I ask with downcast eyes, still avoiding eye contact.
“You may,” is his reply. I walk over to the open bathroom, slowly because of the plug, and pee. Washing my hands, I have no choice but to walk back over to the bed and sit back down where we were. It’s not as if I can do anything else, I’m not leaving for another three days. Jacob has moved the tray back onto the table and we both sit in silence until I see movement to my left. When I glance over to see what he’s doing, I see he is holding out his knife to me, handle held towards me, almost like an offering.
