V. “Wanna Run My Mouth Over Your Wounds”Clank of metal, I felt it surrounding my wrists. Adjusted myself, then realized metal encircled my ankles as well. Ryan stared down at me, smiling wickedly. “You went out last night. Your skin was cold, and you put the handcuff on the wrong wrist when you came back.”
“Ryan, I can...” He put his finger over my mouth. Fuck him, he was savoring this. Smug little grin plastered on his face.
“There’s nothing to explain. From now on I want to know where you are at all times. So just consider this your first test.”
“This only shows that you don’t trust me.”
“And what reason have you given me to trust you? You told me you wouldn’t leave again, now I know it’s a lie. What were you doing out there? I suppose you were going down on Paige, weren’t you?” There was nothing I could say that would exonerate me. Ryan had made up his mind.
“Ryan, really, it’s not that. I just...I just don’t think we should...” He covered my mouth with his hand. I bit him, savoring the brief taste of vengeance it provided, but he didn’t react to the pain by letting go. He just dug in.
“You’ve got too many excuses. I don’t really want to listen to them anymore.” Ripping noise. Then tape over my mouth. “Now I’ve got other things to do. Why don’t you try to be a good little Jay for once?” he said, smiling. “If you are, maybe I’ll give you a present later!” I raised my head to try and scream more muffled insults at him, when I realized that he had tied the leash somewhere behind my head and if I moved too far forward I’d strangle myself. Ryan was smart sometimes, I’ll give him that.
He left, but not before giving me a sly wink. Shit shit shit shit... I was stuck. He was probably going to come back later and fuck me senseless...or else try and have me suck him off. Anger devoured me, I couldn’t think of anything else, I wanted to kill him, or just maim him. Visions of his death and destruction flashed in front of my eyes.
Voices outside the door. “Oh, you don’t want to go in there. Jay’s sick and acting like a prissy little prima donna. I’ll take care of him, okay?” Ryan said to some unidentified other. I yelled as loudly as I could, but nobody seemed able to hear me. Click of the lock being turned. Well, at least I’d know when he was coming back.
I devoted all of my energy trying to squeeze my hands through the links, but Ryan had wised up and shut them until it started to cut off circulation. I knew I wouldn’t get my ankles out, and the leash made it impossible to try and move to a better position. If I hadn’t been before, now I truly was his slave. At least I wasn’t naked, he had left me the fiction of the costume from last night. The Snow Queen wouldn’t be able to come, Ryan had eliminated all of my options.
Heard the lock click. I wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of seeing me grovel. Closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Steps neared the bed, then weight next to me. Please, let it be over quickly, I don’t want to suffer through this. Cold hands on my skin, felt the prickle of millions of goose bumps. Clenched my teeth. Just fuck me and be done with it.“Jay.” whispered softly. “Are you awake?” My eyes flashed open. Paige... “Ryan’s off getting something.” Winced as I tried not to think about what he was getting. “He took the keys to the cuffs though. And he’d notice if I took the tape off.” I nodded. “You didn’t tell him yet, did you?” Shook my head. “If you want, when he gets back I’ll tell him.” NO! I tried to convey the utter stupidity of that idea. He nodded sadly. “That’s what I thought.”
Glitter from the sun reflected in the cuffs. Bobby’s face, laughing at me. I moved it so I couldn’t see. Paige sighed and faced the door. His back was a slouching mess. “Please, tell me that he’s not like that every time you...” He glanced over his shoulder. I didn’t move my head at all. There was nothing that I could do that would make him feel any less guilty. Because Ryan was like that every time. And I accepted it. There was no good reason why.
Paige immediately hugged me as tightly as he could. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t do anything to help you.” No Paige, please don’t do this. I don’t need to have your guilt on my shoulders too. I frowned at the ceiling to keep from breaking down and really fucking Paige up. Moved to try and push him away. He had to go, Ryan could get back at anytime. After an eternity of my nudging against him and frowning at him, he finally understood. A glance of pity, which I didn’t want, and a promise of some unconditional love which I did, then he was gone.
Wet, creeping, spreading, expanding to cover my torso and surrounding each nipple one by one. Paige? No... Paige would have been more subtle about it. There was only one other person who would want to. Ryan. Opened my eyes and saw him licking his way to paradise. He smiled as he noticed my apparent wakefulness.“You didn’t move at all. I’m impressed.” Where the fuck did he think I could move to? “Now you can have your present.” Cold hands down my chest and down under the costume. Please don’t try to...moaned as his hand came in contact with my cock, my head jerked back and I started choking. He was smiling as he inched down to where he was parallel with it, now I knew what he was planning. He’d get his kicks and I’d wind up a half-dead mass at his beck and call.
His tongue touched the tip, his lips descended and I was, for once, in some kind of ecstasy. My neck strained against the collar, Ryan, please stop! I tried to hold myself down, but it was just a torrent of pent up rapture, it had been so long since I had enjoyed anything that he’d done to me. Please, just stop Ryan. I don’t want to remember this, that you can give me joy as well as pain, and that you... Thought became impossible. All there was was a surging tide of pleasure and the feeling of the leather against my throat. My lips tore on the tape, and it released for a moment. Ryan reached up and reattached it, without pausing in his ministrations. Finally a brief moment when my faith in the fact that I too could experience something approaching joy was attained. I moaned my release, but nothing came out. Sweat on the pillow, body on the bed, cock in Ryan’s mouth, couldn’t do anything to keep him away from me.
“See Jay. We can have fun.” he whispered as he worked the rest of my clothes all the way off. I didn’t move at all. Then he slithered up my body, his warmth caressing my cold, until he settled next to my mouth. Teeth gnawed on my neck. His hair was next to my hand. This was my only chance. “What the fuck are you doing?!” he screamed as he tried to pull away. “Let go!” There was no way I was going to, especially if he was going to destroy me again. Tears spattered my face as he tried desperately to break free from my death grip on his hair. He settled for a more final route. He grabbed my eyebrow ring and yanked on it. “If you don’t let go, this is coming out.” I tightened my grip and he started to rip. The pain...it forced me to relax my clasp. He scuttled away like the little crab he was and held his head in his hands. I felt the blood dribble down my cheek, but I had to show him that I was immune to the pain.
Her face glimmered in the chains, shimmered on the windows, and soon invaded my vision. I moved my hands in a vain attempt to rip the tape off of my mouth and tell Ryan exactly what I thought of him, but he jumped on the bed and shoved himself in me with no warning, preparation, or desire attached. Closed my eyes because the pain was enough, I didn’t need to know how much he was enjoying it. Violence turned him on beyond belief and he ripped me to shreds without restraint. My head lolled in between choking to death and suffering in silence. But I was screaming every second, even though the tape prevented my vocalizing it. My hands lunged for him, trying to destroy his every pretension and desire. His discharge came quickly, and he fell on top of me.
“You were just pulling on my hair because you wanted this, weren’t you?” he asked softly, trailing his finger over the crimson and then over my restraint. A fingernail scratched idly at the edge of my prison, then started to peel it off. I leaned into it, hoping that it would make him remove it faster. “I guess you must really want to make me happy.” His motives for removing it were clear. But my mouth would only be used to hold his blood, not his seed.
Finally it was freed. And it had no problems asserting its will. “Ryan, I’ve never loved you and I think we should go our separate ways.” I said quietly, waiting for him to scar me beyond recognition.
He just stared at me with an open mouth. “Where is this coming from?” I saw the white figure behind him. Bobby stared down at Ryan, smiling in a way the real Bobby never would. She raised her hand to her face and then started to pull the mask off.