Page 9 of Bound By Blood and Lies

“Wait, Fae…” Her eyes widen at the implication before she’s cut off by the sound of footsteps in the corridor. The noise slices through the room and we both tense.

I detangle myself from her quickly as I hear the key jangling in the lock and quickly drop to my knees. The impact explodes up through bone and into my spine as the concrete feels unforgiving against my skin. The sudden movement blurs my vision as hunger and adrenaline collide, nearly pitching me forward, but I force myself upright. My fingers find the hem of my white dress and I drag it over my head in a sharp motion.

I bow my head, straighten my back and place my hands on either thigh, posing in the perfect submissive position even as my body shakes in pain. His onion stench fills the air as he takes a step into the room and the temperature shifts with him. I hear other footsteps march past me toward the bed and Robyn yelps. I grit my teeth at the sound of handcuffs clicking around her.

I have to gain his trust.

“Well,” Fisher says slowly. “Good girl.” I can hear the smile in his voice as I see him adjusting his cock out of the corner of my eye.

My stomach turns at his term of endearment, but I keep my breathing shallow and measured as he steps closer. I bite my tongue as his fingers slide into my hair possessively. My scalp burns but I force myself not to react. If I flinch now, it ruins everything. He crouches slightly and tilts my chin upward with two fingers.

“Look at me,” he demands and I lift my eyes slowly.

Mustering up my training, I soften my eyes into something that looks dangerously close to surrender. Fisher’s expression changes immediately. There is a thick and greedy satisfaction to it. The kind that comes from believing you have finally broken something that fought too long. The room feels like it is holding its breath. My pulse pounds so hard in my ears it drowns out everything else and I am acutely aware of how close he is.

Fisher licks his lips as his breathing comes out in shorter bursts. I see the bulge against the zipper of his black suit trousers and I shiver in repulsion. Fisher must mistake that for arousal. I can see the glee on his face as he runs his free hand down from my shoulder to my elbow, chasing the goose pimples, and I purposely squirm.

Let him misread these cues.

Let him think I want him.

My face changes as I lock eyes with him and lick my lips, glancing at his mouth before looking back again. It was one of the first things I learnt in body language class. It convinces men into thinking you want to kiss them, to submit. They are fickle creatures, really. Only a man can beat you, make you bleed and still believe you want them with the right cues.

His hand travels back up from my elbow to my chest as he pinches my nipple. Every part of my body wants to reject it but I don’t. He’s not the first man to take from me and I doubt he will be the last. Instead of the cry I want to let out, I moan and his eyes shine with joy. He moves over to the other one and does the same, harder this time as he twists it into a sharp point. This time I let out a whimper. It’s not a sad whimper; it’s a needy one.

I hear Robyn shift behind me. A gentle reminder as to why I’m giving my body away like this and Fisher quickly let’s go of my body whilst I slump, pretending like I’msoupset he’s not following through.

“You’ll get it sweetheart,” he groans as he makes his way towards his belt.

Hook. Line. Sinker.

The zipper scratches as the teeth separate and his wrinkled dick plops out of his briefs. Weirdly, the three years of training that has bought me to this point were once something I was ashamed of. Now, it’s what I’m bargaining my life with. Without guidance, I open my mouth, stick my tongue out and watch with a sick satisfaction as he falls right into my trap.

Today’s the foundation.

He may have had weeks where he thought he was breaking me, but I was playing a game from the moment I stepped into this hell.

Fisher shoves his cock aggressively in my mouth. His hips nearly push me off my knees, and I wince at the ache in my body. He grabs my hair and I moan around his girth like I’m not trying to swallow my own vomit.

“Fuck, like that little girl,” he groans over me as he keeps thrusting. “Your throat is so tight, it’s like I’m fucking you when you’re thirteen all over again.”

Looking up, I lock eyes with him as the nausea swells in my stomach harder this time. Sweat drips off his forehead as his face turns bright red. His dick is so deep in my throat it cuts of my oxygen and my vision blurs as my nose runs.

It’s a test.

I can see it from a mile away. Will I fight or will I give in? The truth is, I was always going to fight. He just has no idea what war I’m playing. I count to ten as I gently move my hand to massage his disgusting ballsack. I know he’s nearly done when I feel the head of his cock swell in my throat.

“Swallow it little girl, swallow it all,” he says through gritted teeth.

Fisher grunts as his cum shoots out of him. His whole body shudders and I try to swallow quickly to hide the taste but even the feel of it makes nausea rise up and I gag on the tip of his dick. He pulls out and my body folds in on itself. Air scrapes down my throat in jagged pulls, like my lungs have forgotten how to work. Black dots burst behind my eyes, and I sway where I kneel as I focus on a damp patch on the floor in front of me.

Every muscle in my back screams at me to turn around, to check on Robyn, but I don’t. I can’t draw attention to her. When my breathing evens out enough to fake composure, Fisher’s fingers slide into my hair. For anyone else, it might look gentle. Protective, even. But I know what it is…a leash.

“That was such a good little girl, Fae. I’m proud of you.”

“T… th… thank you,” the words snag on my tongue. My voice trembles so violently that it barely sounds like mine, and the way his shoulders loosen tells me he loves that.

“You will get a reward later. Maybe, you can teach Robyn how to behave… what do you say?”