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“Don’t think I forgot what this mouth is really good for.”
Looking over my shoulder, he nodded at Buzz and the feel of cold leather wrapped around my free ankle. I tried to pull away, but Buzz held my leg tightly as he strapped the restraint on. I began to flail and scream. The only thing I could do being held so close was slap Lyle across the face, causing his head to whip to the side.
His head slowly came back to center, and I could see the viciousness in his eyes just a moment before his fist flew. The connection of his knuckles with my cheek threw me back, causing me to fall over Buzz and land in a naked heap. Buzz quickly grabbed the new restraint again and started tying knots with a rope. Vaguely, I realized that I should have figured Lyle couldn’t tie such intricate knots.
While Buzz secured my ankles, Lyle stalked toward me with handcuffs he pulled from his pocket. I tried to scramble backwards, but Buzz yanked hard on my ankle, pulling me closer to them. I kicked and cursed at them, knowing it was my only weapon at the moment.
Lyle caught one of my wrists and snapped the cuff around it. I pulled back, but he held strong, causing the metal to bruise my skin. He stood over me again, without worry, as Buzz controlled my legs. I put my free wrist behind my back, even though I knew it was no use. The snap of the second cuff secured my wrists behind my back again.
Lyle kneeled so he was straddling my thighs. He observed my position and turned to tell Buzz to tighten the restraints until I couldn’t move my legs.
“Lyle, please, I said I’d behave,”I begged.
“Those men changed you, Bee. I can’t trust you. Not until I ruin you for them forever.”Lyle’s angry words caused spittle to fly from his mouth and land across my breasts.
Suddenly, my ankles were yanked until I was forced to spread my legs for both men to see. I watched as Lyle’s got gaze landed on the apex between my thighs and he stood to adjust himself. Walking slowly backward, his eyes stayed glued on me until he reached Buzz, who was also staring with his mouth slack and hanging open.
“Don’t go anywhere, Bee.”Lyle grabbed Buzz by his collar and dragged him toward the door.
I laid on my back, leaning up on my shoulders to make space for my arms. The position pushed my hips up, giving the illusion I was begging for someone to touch me. Which was the furthest thing from the truth. I tested each ankle, trying to get just a tiny bit of slack so I could protect my core, but there was not even an inch to be pulled.
My body almost instantly began to ache. The injury on my thigh burned as if Lyle had touched a torch to the skin. The cold of the concrete quickly seeped into my joints and I couldn’t rotate and turn to release the pressure and pain building. Tears spilled down the sides of my face as I tried to control my mind. None of the training I had been doing could defend against this.I began hoping Lyle would drug me so I could sink into oblivion before he acted out any of the things he wanted to do to my body.
The door across the room slammed again, and I was left in fear, wondering who was coming across the room toward me. Unable to see my attacker, I started trying again to pull free of my restraints. Nothing moved and soon Lyle was standing between my spread thighs, looking down at me hungrily, his lips parted on a moan as I struggled. Realizing my fighting was turning him on further, I froze and locked my body rigid.
Slowly, he lowered himself to his knees and ran his hands up the insides of my thighs. I tried to move away, but it was useless. His fingers skated close to my center, but he moved away, causing me to gush out the air I had been holding in my lungs. Lyle mistook my relief as desire as he laid his body over mine.
“Don’t worry, Bee. I’m going to remind your cunt who she belongs to. You missed it, didn’t you?”
Immediately, I decided I had to change tactics, or I was going to lose the last shreds of me.
“Lyle, please. Not like this. On this concrete, tied up. Please, this isn’t like you.”
Instead of answering, Lyle buried his face in my neck. I could feel his lips, tongue, and the sting of his teeth as he nipped and sucked at my skin. I cringed, thinking of the marks he was likely making on my body. Steeling myself, I knew I could handle hickies, if I could prevent him from doing the one thing I didn’t think I would recover from.
Chapter
Thirty
Brooklyn
Lyle tookhis time exploring my torso, pushing my hair out of the way as his mouth slid along the shell of my ears to the spot behind that was usually very sensitive. Now, all I felt was repulsion. I didn’t have a memory of Lyle as a tender lover, so I couldn’t predict what his next move was. When he got to thejagged scar that started behind my ear and went down across my collarbone, he stopped and traced it with a finger.
“I’m sorry for this mark. It really doesn’t help your looks.”
“It’s ok.”My voice quivered as he kept petting the scar.
“What did those pricks think of this, hmmm? This didn’t ruin you for them? I’ll need to do better this time,”Lyle said, as if he was speaking to himself and I wasn’t expected to answer.
“Lyle, please. I’m cold. Let’s go somewhere else, where we can talk.”
He continued moving down my body, as if I hadn’t spoken at all. As he pawed at my breasts, running his tongue around my nipples, tears began to seep from my eyes. Suddenly, he pushed himself up, so he was face to face with me again, grinding himself into me.
“This is why we’re not going anywhere else, Bee. You’re crying. I need to break you of this new person you think you are. Remind you who you belong to. Then we can move on, back to how it used to be.”
His hand appeared with a syringe and an evil look passed over his face. I knew then, I couldn’t convince him I was a willing participant in this. He turned to use his teeth to uncap the needle, and I took my chance, rearing up, I sank my teeth into his cheek.
Lyle let out a squeal of surprise and pain as I latched on. A burst of copper hit my tongue as I broke the skin. Lyle tried to sit up, but I didn’t let go. Suddenly, he seemed to come to his senses, and one of his hands wrapped around my throat, cutting off the air supply. As my body went into fight-or-flight mode, I released my hold on his face and started gasping for breath.
