Page 2 of Heart Stopping
"I'm…going…to…come," I said breathlessly.
I forced one eye open, half expecting him to say he heard that all the time. If he did, he didn't say so. His own eyes were half-closed, concentrating on thrusting, while his hands explored my breasts.
"Let me hear you," was all he said. Then, with a cheeky smile that made his dimple pop again, he said, "Let the neighbors hear."
I had a feeling the walls were so thin the neighbors would hear an ant walking across the floor, much less me having an orgasm. Still, I'd never been quiet and I wasn't going to be quiet now. I tipped back my head and moaned as the tsunami of pleasure washed over me, taking me down from my head to my toes. The whole world disappearing in a haze of stars and bliss, compounded by his own, loud orgasm.
The pounding of blood through my ears was a match for the renewed pounding on the wall. "Shut the fuck up!"
"You can't see me, but I'm flipping you off," he called out loudly before lowering his voice and saying, "Sorry about that arsehole. He needs to get laid. Or I need to find somewhere better to fucking live."
He shrugged, the dimple back in his cheek as he grinned and slid out of me. Before I could say a word, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom.
"Ready for round two?"
According to my watch, it was nineteen minutes past two in the morning when I pulled on my clothes, grabbed my shoes, and snuck out of his apartment. To my surprise, there was no complaint from his neighbor about his snoring, which was at least as loud as his moans when he came.
I tucked my shirt into my skirt and crept out, closing the door softly behind me. His shoe, I noticed, was absent from wherewe left it outside in the hall. Lucky for me I hadn't left mine out there too. I leaned against the wall to push my feet into them and hurried away toward the elevator.
I made it all the way down to the street before anyone witnessed my walk of shame, if you wanted to call it that. The folks who passed me on my two-block walk down the street didn't give me a second look. Of course not, this was New York City, no one cared I fucked a guy I met in a bar. Not even that we had a mere twenty minutes of conversation before heading to his place. Flirting, suggestive comments, then an invitation. From me, to him, but I insisted on going to his place. My apartment was my sanctuary. The place where I could be myself, and keep my secrets intact. My haven.
Half a block down, the sky opened and started to rain. I ducked my head and kept it down until I stepped into my building. Dripping and shivering, I took the elevator up to my floor and let myself in. Closed, locked and bolted the door behind me before slipping the chain into place.
"Did you miss me?" I flicked on the light and look over to my guest.
He blinked against the sudden intrusion of light, and muttered something against the ball gag in his mouth. A muffled plea between drips of water.
A spout in the wall was situated right over the Perspex box he was locked inside. Every thirty seconds or so, it would drip onto a metal plate with a loud plink. The persistent sound wouldn't give him a moment of peace.
Don't feel bad for him. He was trying to sell his stepdaughter to the highest bidder. People, and I use that term loosely, like him didn't deserve mercy.
Did I mention the water was also rising slowly? It slid off the metal plate and plopped into the bottom of the box. Cold and persistent. Right now, it covered his bare hips. Soon, it'd be up tohis chin. And then over his face. His wild eyes told me he knew he didn't have long. He still had one thing left though: a shred of hope. That somehow he'd appeal to my humanity and I'd let him out.
Not a chance.
"You still think you're getting out of here alive, don't you Gary?" His name wasn't Gary. It didn't matter what it was. If I called him by his real name, it might humanize him. That wasn't going to happen. He'd surrendered his humanity a long time ago. Sold it off for money, as if it might be worth the price.
I tapped on the side of the box. "You go on thinking that, I need some sleep." I reached over to the tap beside the spout. Noted the look of hope on his face, sure I was about to turn the water off.
Instead, I turned it up, so it was coming out faster, but quieter. There was no point in disturbing my sleep. I had to be up in a couple of hours to get to work.
"Good night, try to get some sleep," I said sweetly. If he managed to lie down, he'd be under the water and we both knew it.
Should I turn the water on all the way and end him sooner? Having him here alive was a hassle and a risk, but I wanted him to suffer the way he would have let his stepdaughter suffer. Who does that to a twelve-year-old? No, he deserved what he got. The world wouldn't miss him. She certainly wouldn't. With any luck, she'd never know what he had in mind for her. She could keep her innocence for a few more years yet.
He murmured something again, begging, pleading for this to end. It would, soon enough. Until then, he had plenty of time to reflect on what he'd done. He might be a better person in his next life, because he was a shitty person in this one.
I gave him a long look before turning off the light and stepping into my bedroom. This was my sanctuary against themadness. The walls painted a cheerful yellow, the bedspread yellow and blue. If you saw this room and nothing else, you'd never know the depths of darkness in my soul. The things I'd seen and done.
Harlow St. James was no ray of sunshine, in spite of having perfect breasts. I straddled the line between avenging angel and monster. A line so fine, sometimes I couldn't see it, especially with the lights out.
I stripped off and took a quick shower, washing the night's activities from my body. Cleaning up carefully around the delicious ache in my pussy and thighs. He really knew what to do with a girl. Shame I'd never see him again.
I turned off the water and dried myself before pulling on pajamas and slipping under my sheets. The hum of traffic outside soothed me, almost drowning out the drip of water into Gary's box. He shuffled around, trying to get comfortable, or maybe looking for a way out. There wasn't one, not from the inside. Especially not with his wrists bound to his ankles.
No, once the water took him, the only place he was going was straight to Hades.
CHAPTER 2
