Page 107 of Love is Strange
Both men bow their heads and leave. Snake’s lying there in so much pain, and his eyes have rolled back in his head. He’s borderline unconscious.
Caim lets go of me and picks up a bucket off the floor. He places it in the sink and fills it with water before throwing it over the semi-comatose man next to me. He gasps awake and instantly starts to scream in agony.
“You’re lucky we chose your arm. The device was originally designed for pulling dicks off." The badass biker next to me smirks and comes back behind me. I feel him lower his hand over my stomach and down to my thighs. I know under this t-shirt I'm nude, but nakedness doesn't bother me – it’s clothes I’m finding irritating. He pulls my t-shirt off, and I don't even flinch. He knows exactly what I need now, and I allow him to take over. I merely stand and stare at Snake whose eyes confirm he knows I'm finding my salvation while he suffers. He didn't break me. He may have made me different, but I'm not going to be a victim.
Caim moves his hand over the scars on my body.
"For every injury you inflicted, you’ll have the same done to you."–He pulls a knife from his pocket and slashes four quick cuts into Snake's stomach. The blood flows to the surface and glistens with its beauty. Another three cuts are inflicted–"That’s for the scars I can see."
I place my hand on Snake's stomach and dig a finger into one of the cuts. It's not deep, but I know he's hurting.
“Just get on with it. The foreplay is getting boring,” Snake grunts from between gritted teeth.
Caim punches him in the face, and the demon's nose is broken – scarlet smearing across his face.
“Respect,” Caim orders and dips his fingers in between my legs. He can feel how wet I’ve become with what’s happening in this room. He circles my clit, his pressure increasing each time. I wish I could say I've never orgasmed before and this will be my first time, but my body has betrayed me in the past and not just the once. When a man is determined to degrade you in the worst possible way, as Snake has done to me, you can't always prevent your reaction, no matter how hard you try. Although I’ve never come via penetrative sex. I lean my head back against the centre of Caim’s chest. He’s a lot taller than me. In fact, I’ve realized today I’m short – not eating well during adolescence probably didn’t help. I shut my eyes and allow my body to lose itself in the pleasure that Caim is bringing me. It doesn’t take long for the orgasm to hit me, the first satisfying one of my life. It cascades through my body, leaving me shuddering and teetering on weakened knees.
“She screamed louder for me.” Snake’s derogatory comment floods through my blissful haze, and I snarl at him. Caim doesn’t let it influence him, though. He picks me up and lays me against the rack and then unzips his jeans to reveal a beautifully hard cock. It’s so stunning I want to cry. Snake’s has nothing in comparison—his is one of those, which requires a magnifying glass to find, and when you do locate it, it's crooked when erect. I part my legs to allow the beautiful member access and lean back on the rack. Snake can’t move as he’s tied down, so when I feel my head hit his stomach, I smile because I know there is nothing he can do about it.
“Layla.” Caim tilts his head and rubs his cock through my folds. Remember the part where I said I wasn't a victim. Well, that is what this is about. Snake should have turned me off sex forever, but instead, he's made me an exhibitionist. His actions have led me to a man who also has jet-black blood running through his veins, and together we’ll make an uproar to rival the fiery screams of hell. "You sure about this?" Caim asks.
I nod, and without ceremony or tender care, he thrusts in to the hilt.
I welcome him with a cry of ecstasy. My body igniting with lascivious desires.
We move together as one. His hips bucking like a wild animal rutting its mate. It's raw and powerful and oh so necessary. This isn't lovemaking – this is recovering. It's a demonstration of the depraved souls we possess. I can feel Snake squirming against his bindings underneath me, and bringing my hands up above my head, I dig my nails into his body. The blood from the cuts over his stomach covers my hands, and he screams out every time Caim buries himself inside me.
“Whore! I knew you were just like her,” Snake calls out.
Caim’s movements falter, then stop, and he grunts out a warning to Snake to shut his mouth.
“No, let him call me all the names he wants. This is his doing. He’s made me what I am today,” I breathlessly respond, and I jerk my hips to get Caim to start moving again. He does but slower this time. “Fuck me, Caim!" I shout, not caring who hears what’s happening down here. I'm sure the place is soundproofed anyway. They wouldn't want anyone hearing the blood-curdling screams when they’re killing people. What happens in this place is between the three of us alone, and only two will leave the room alive.
Caim speeds up, pushing me harder and harder against the rack, and the old wood creaks with the weight of Snake, me and Caim’s ministrations. Another orgasm teeters just out of reach.
Snake laughs.
“Bitch doesn’t come through sex. She’s frigid.”
“You raped her. She’ll come with me.” Caim slams into me, and I moan out loudly.
“Nah. It runs in the family. She’s just like her mother.”
My body freezes. Caim stops again.
“Thought that would stop you.” –Snake sneers– “You wanna know why I did this?”
Caim withdraws from me, and I rise from the rack to stand next to him.
“To punish the bitch,” Snake continues. “She promised me the world, and then the second your father paid any attention to her, she dumped me quicker than hot lead. I vowed revenge and, boy, did I get it. I’ve messed you up for life. I’ve made you just the same as her. He lets his head fall back and starts to laugh out so loudly it echoes around the room. Caim, with his hard cock still hanging out, pulls his fist back ready to punch Snake into silence. I place my hand on his dick, and he drops his clenched hand down to his side.
"Finish what you started," I say to him, leaving him in no doubt, what I mean. I lean over the rack, so I can look straight into Snake's eyes and present my ass to Caim. He gets the good stuff, not Snake.
“Layla?” Caim’s voice is uncertain.
“I need you.” I make sure he knows what I want and wiggle my ass to prove it. He growls and comes to line himself up again before pushing inside my pussy again. His perfect cock strokes my insides, and the orgasm, which was out of reach before, ignites in a flash. I'm shocked, but it's the look on Snake's face that’s priceless as he finally recognizes he’s failed. Caim thrusts into me twice more before burying himself one final time. He groans out loudly, and I feel him coming. His orgasm coats my insides, freeing me from the terror and shame I've lived with for so long. He pulls out and steps back, tucking himself away. He’s panting, and so am I. There's nothing but our labored breaths in the room now. We've silenced Snake.
“You were saying?” I taunt as I pick up my t-shirt and put it back on. I don’t want this evil man to see my body any longer. He has no rights over it anymore. He’s lost his control.
