AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Prom…” I hadn’t thought of that night in so long. It had been a shitty day all around, but there had been that moment outside, in the pouring rain. “Yeah. Wild how things end up.”
Wild, senseless, chaotic. I wasn’t sure if anything made sense anymore, but maybe it wasn’t supposed to.
“I’ve thought about this for a long time, Jess,” he said. His fingers traced along the edge of my bra, lightly touching the pale blue satin fabric. “What are you waiting for? I said,everythingoff.”
The authority in his voice was different from the other guys. It hovered on the edge of merely being playful, put with a sharp warning beneath the surface. I had a feeling he could switch from jovial to serious in a split second, so I obeyed.
The air was warm and slightly humid as I stood there naked, my clothes dumped aside in a pile. Shafts of sunlight fell over Vincent’s face as he smiled.
“You are too fucking beautiful,” he said, looping the rope around my wrist. “Do you know what I like to do with beautiful things?” He pulled me closer and caught me around my throat, maneuvering me until the back of my legs was pressed against the grill of his car. “I like to break them. I like to watch them crack into pieces as I destroy them.”
“Don’t…” My protest was soft, and he cut it off with a quick squeeze of his hand. He maintained that pressure on the sides of my throat just long enough that a light-headed rush came over me.
“Shut up.” Again, he said it like it was a joke, but the joke carried sinister weight. “That’s exactly what’s going to happen, baby. I’m going to break you, and you’re going to cry and beg me to stop even though you love it. Then, a couple days from now, Jason is going to have his turn with you and do the same damn thing. We’ll break you again, and again, and again. As many times as necessary.”
My heart was hammering as he eased me back, pushing me until I was lying against the hood of the car. My toes barely touched the ground and the hood was still slightly warm. He roped my other wrist and then pulled them taut, securing the rope to the bars inside his car. His every movement was so careful and practiced, you’d think he tied people to the hood of his car all the time.
Maybe he did.
Soon, both my arms were bound and spread. I was lying flat enough that it wasn’t too much of a strain on my shoulders, but I certainly couldn’t move much.
“You make a sexy hood ornament,” he said, arms folded as he stood over me. “It would be fun to drive you around Wickeston like this. I could stuff your ass with a vibrating toy and have you dripping the entire time.”
“Don’t you dare,” I said, torn between being aroused by theidea and horrified as I tugged at the rope. It didn’t move, not one bit.
“Nah. I wouldn’t be able to get away with it. If people see some poor woman tied to the hood of a car, they’ll get concerned. Can’t expect the general public to know a little brat like you enjoys being treated like you’re nothing more than a toy. Besides, my ride runs hot.” He patted the hood affectionately. “I’d hate for your ass to get burned.”
He reached out, his fingers between my legs. I held my breath, so tense as I waited for him to make contact. There was a slight squeak — the sound of his fingers swiping across the hood. He didn’t touch me at all, but lifted his hand so I could see the shine on his fingertips. “You see, filthy girl? That’s all you. Already dripping on the hood you’ve been tied to.” He brought his finger to my mouth, tapping lightly against my lower lip. “Open up.”
I pressed my lips tightly together, shaking my head.
“Well, Jess,” he said, his tone mockingly disappointed. “If you’re going to insist on keeping your mouth closed, I may as well give you a good reason.”
He disappeared from my side as he went back to the trunk. After a brief moment, he returned carrying a tall white candle. It was slim and looked like the type of thing my mom loved to put around the house at Christmas.
“What’s that for?” I said.
His answer was to nudge the base of the candle against my clit, rubbing the wax over me for several moments before he pressed it inside. I bit my tongue, striving to keep myself silent as he pumped the candle in and out.
When he used his opposite hand to rub my clit, I broke almost immediately. I gasped, my mouth opening, and his hand snapped out to catch my jaw, fingers hooked into my mouth. I couldn’t close without biting him, which I gladly would have done.
It was like he read my mind because he leaned close to my face and hissed, “If you bite me, I’ll bite you back.” The viciousness in his tone sent a clear warning, so different from his usual joking attitude. He slipped the candle out of me, setting it between my teeth before he withdrew his finger from my mouth. He pulled a lighter from his pocket, holding the candle in place as he lit it.
“Better not let it drop,” he said. I had my teeth clenched into it, but if I dared to open my mouth, I’d drop the burning candle on my bare chest. I could taste myself on the wax, and I groaned, wriggling in protest. “Since your mouth is occupied, tap your hand three times on the hood if you need to call red. But I don’t think you’ll be stopping me.”
My eyes widened as I realized the candle was already beginning to drip, wax streaking down the side as another bead quickly formed at the tip. Vincent ran his hands up my inner thighs, igniting a ticklish shiver. But that shiver betrayed me. The bead of wax trembled and fell, landing right between my breasts.
It wasn’t the first time I’d had wax dripped on me, but it was no less shocking. The split second of pain, the whisper of a burn that quickly faded…I wanted to cry out, desperately, but I somehow managed to keep my teeth clenched.
Another drip fell as I shook. I squealed around the candle, exercising every bit of self-control I had not to squirm again.
“What an unfortunate predicament you’ve gotten yourself into,” Vincent said as he sunk two fingers into my pussy, drawing out another desperate moan. “Whether you struggle or not, it’s still going to drip. How fun. Oh,but…” He held up his finger, reaching for something in his back pocket. What he held up was a red-tipped wand that I assumed to be some kind of tool. “I have something that’ll make it evenmorefun.”
Then he brought it down and tapped it against my thigh.
Itshockedme, electricity bursting through every nerve ending. My entire body tensed, and I thrashed against the ropes. Therewas no escape from him bringing it down again, tapping it against my other leg with the same effect. I screamed, teeth still clenched, more wax dripping onto my chest in tiny, wicked bites of heat.
Vincent laughed, giving the wand a little spin in his hand. “Aww, does that hurt? Was that aI’m-having-so-much-funscream orI’m-in-agonyscream? I couldn’t really tell, let’s hear it again.” Another tap, another shock, another scream. I couldn’t manage to hold it back. “Well, what do you know! It sounds like both, Jess.” He brought the wand higher, hovering right over one of my hard nipples. “It sounds like you’re enjoying the pain. How fortunate for you.”
