Make her bleed, p.19
Make Her Bleed, page 19
Oh, sweet Rowe. Always coming to my defense.
"She's not going to be isolated, but she will be isolated from you, Nico, Dax, and Knox. After today, you won't be seeing her again, ever. Say goodbye because it's time for you to leave."
Kai grabs me by my shoulder and leads me into the kitchen, over to the table, and makes me sit in a chair.
"Wait right here," he demands before walking out of the kitchen.
Please, don't hurt him.
I nearly cry when the door slams because I know Rowe is gone. A part of me is relieved while the rest hurts.
I didn't get to say goodbye. I'm never going to see Rowe, Knox, Nico, or Dax ever again. The least he could do was let me say goodbye to Rowe, but no, that's too much to ask of Malakai Harris. After all, he's a sociopath that doesn't give a damn about me or my feelings.
"What do you want to eat?" Kai says as he steps into the kitchen.
Did he just ask…"What do I want?" I gape at him.
He smirks as he opens up the fridge. "Yeah, unless you want me to pick for you?" He lifts up the container of turkey, torturing me with the sight of it.
I shutter at the thought of that filth. I fucking hate turkey.
"Eggs," I say before laying my head on the table, completely drained of energy. I can't even fake gratitude at the option of food beside turkey.
"Eggs it is." Kai grins at me and I scowl.
He can be fake all he wants. It doesn't change that he's making me miserable or that he's a psycho.
I stay there in that position, watching him move around the kitchen. The smell of eggs waft through the air and my stomach growls. It's not the same as Nico's red velvet cookies, but it's better than turkey.
"What happens today?" I ask as Kai sits the plate of eggs in front of me.
He gives me a look full of questions and suspicions. "What do you mean?"
"Dax told me you have something planned for today. He just didn't tell me what. Then, you said to Rowe that today would be the last time any of them saw me, which means they're all coming back today. What's going on?" I press as I pick up my fork and twirl the eggs around my plate.
Kai sits across from me with his own plate of eggs and his phone in his hand. "You'll see. You only have two steps left."
Didn't Dax say there were four? What happened to the other two?
"I meant it when I said the physical torture is over. Don't worry. You'll be getting a visitor tonight."
A visitor? Who?
I take a careful bite of my eggs to make sure he didn't do something to them. Instead of puking, I salivate.
Paprika, just like how he used to make me eggs when I was little.
He remembers so many things that could make me fall for whoever remembers them, except him, and he still does all these horrible torturing things that help me keep things in perspective.
"Finish your eggs and we can start our day," Kai says as he finishes off his plate and takes it to the sink.
I thought our day started with The Maze. What does he think is going to start the day?
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
ARIA
Kai guides me down the hall I remember the elevator to The Maze is located, but he stops at the door before the elevator, turning to me.
"Take off your clothes," he demands, his eyes judging every inch of my clothed skin.
The message is clear. Whatever is in this room, he never wants me going in there with my clothes on.
I undress and drop my clothes on the floor, finishing with my underwear, his eyes following the falling fabrics every second until nothing covers me—only my skin.
"Good girl." He smirks and opens the door, gesturing for me to walk inside.
It takes me a moment to work up the courage but I take a single step inside, the floor changing from tile to soft, plush carpet.
This isn't a playroom. This is a torture room. Maybe a sadist's sex dungeon at best.
When he mentioned a playroom, I imagined Christian Grey's Red Room of Pain, though the name wasn't entirely fitting. Where that room was full of things for pleasure, this one looks filled for pain.
Yes, I see blindfolds, whips, gags, dildos galore hanging from one wall, the wall opposite that one has every sharp weapon imaginable, from a knife similar to the one he held to my throat all the way to a fucking samurai sword.
This is it. I'm going to fucking die.
"I built this room … for you—only you," Kai whispers in my ear before kissing my neck. "Just like The Maze. Just for you."
Just for me? He built these two torture places for me.
"Are you going to kill me?" I ask. I thought he wouldn't, but this room has me second-guessing myself.
He pauses his lips and I wonder what he's thinking, what psychotic plan he's forming. My terror is in overdrive. The seconds tick by like hours or even days as I await his answer.
"This room is for your pleasure, princess, not your pain. I will never bring you in here to hurt you," he whispers in my ear as he reaches around my body, holding out a blindfold. "When you fear nothing, nothing can hurt you. You wanted to know why I've done the things I have to you. That's why. The absence of fear opens the mind and the body to pleasure. Open your mind to me, Aria."
He doesn't want me to fear him, rather accept him, but I don't know if I'll ever be capable of that. I'll always be afraid of something. Without fear we lose our humanity.
He ties the blindfold over my eyes and I'm blind to the world. His fingers loop around my wrists and he guides me further into the room. Each step I take nearly has my knees buckling from under me, but I soldier on.
He's not going to kill me. This room is for pleasure, not pain. I'm strong.
Something silk wraps around my wrists, forcing them tight against each other, before pushing my chest down to lean over something soft.
I was too concerned with the weapons to pay attention to much else. Maybe it's a bed or a couch.
"That's my good girl. Present your ass to me," Kai demands as his fingers run along my rump. "Your ass is still healing so I'm not putting anything up there yet, but that hole is going to take a lot of things once you're ready. I can hardly wait." The words come out as a possessive growl before he smacks my ass.
I try to hold back the small moan getting my ass slapped earns, but it comes out anyway.
"Don't move a muscle." His words come out rough as I hear him walk away, leaving me exposed.
Please, don't go to the left. Go to the right. The left is too scary.
"Forget what I've done and your stupid morals. Leave it all at the door, Aria. Let yourself enjoy this. God knows I'm going to."
Leave my morals at the door? Can I do that?"
I feel a tickle across my back. Maybe feathers or silk. Something soft.
Letting out a deep breath, I prepare myself for whatever he has in store for me.
"Consent," he rasps close to my face.
My heart races as I rack my brain for an answer. "To what?"
"To whatever I want to do to you. To the pleasure I'm about to give you. To the pain. To the rest of your life … here … with me."
With him. The thought fills me with disgust.
"No," I refuse.
"You made the deal when you stepped into The Maze. You knew what would happen if you lost and now you must accept the consequences of that decision. The terms were for you to consent and abide by the new rules. You've done well so far. Just…consent."
I can't consent. I can't give my approval for this. Consent enlists no coercion, but this is exactly that.
"No. It wouldn’t be of my own free will. You can't hand over consent just because someone demands it. I don't consent because the rules for consent can't apply to this situation."
Not just that, but I refuse to consent. He'll have to force me.
"Have it your way then."
There's an instant sting across my ass and I gasp from the pleasurable ache it creates.
Holy fuck.
I've never cared much for spanking but this…it feels so good. It comes again and again before I feel Kai's fingers prying my thighs open.
"Your tongue can lie all you want, but your pussy always tells the truth," he growls and his fingers press into my already wet center. "Fucking god. You're such a liar, princess. You want this. Stop denying what your body craves. Surrender to the depravity," Kai demands before striking my ass again.
I let out a strangled groan as my pussy tightens around his fingers. My body has a mind of its own as I grind down against his fingers.
"Do you want this?"
"No!" I scream and he spanks me again, even harder than before.
"You can pretend you hate this, but we both know the truth. You want every single thing I do to you. I'm not soft and gentle like my son, but I'll make you come ten times as hard as he can."
His thumb presses against my clit as I ride his fingers, moaning out every breath I take as he keeps spanking me.
"Oh, my God," I cry out, trying like everything to fight it, but my restraint snaps when he teases my sweet spot, twisting his fingers.
"You fucking want it," he presses before spanking me again.
"I want it. I want it!" I relent as my orgasm dangles on the edge and I can't fight it any longer. "Kai, please, I'm so—fuck!" I yell in ecstasy as I come so hard I can't breathe right.
I doubt if this blindfold was off I'd be able to see straight.
His fingers leave me and I'm flipped onto my back before the blindfold is ripped away from my face.
"Time for me to taste the fruits of my labor," Kai rasps in my face as he massages my breast. "I've been dying to taste your pussy. When I make you come again, you'll be screaming my name and begging me to stop, but I won't. I'm going to push you over the edge again and again in ways your morals hate but you're going to love it. Just when you can't take anymore, I'll give you my cock and this cunt of yours won't know what to do with all the cum I fill it with. You'll be dripping for the rest of the day. Only when I fill you with all I have to offer will I let you rest. So, tell me, do you want this?"
Maybe I am sick and twisted. Maybe that's why I concede after fighting it for so long. I do want him and his twisted ways.
"Yes."
He smirks. "Good girl." He pushes my hands above my head before spreading my thighs. "Present your pussy to me, Aria," he demands, the words rolling off his tongue with sin and damnation.
Standing to his feet, he gives me space to do what he asks of me.
My pussy tingles with sensitivity as I spread my legs as far as I can, showing him all of me.
I watch as Kai bites his bottom lip and rubs his hard cock through his pants.
"Fucking hell," he groans. "You're going to be swollen shut by the time I'm done with you." His blue eyes meet mine and the seriousness behind them tells me how much he means it. He's going to fuck me until my body refuses anymore.
He pulls something out of his pocket, hidden in his clenched palm, and drags my ass to the edge of the bed. Then, he spreads my ass cheeks and panic grips me.
"What are you doing?"
It's too late though. Whatever was in his hand, he pushes it into my ass, a soft sting left behind.
"Relax or you'll push it out. Once you relax, I'll take out my finger."
I'm more concerned about what he put in there than anything else, but I still do as he says. I relax my muscles the best I can and his finger pops out.
"What did you just do?" I ask, unsure if I'm scared or turned on by the lack of permissions given.
"I gave you something to heighten your pleasure, lessen any pain, and make you insatiable. It's called MDMA, Molly, the love drug. You'll never forget how good I'm about to make you feel."
Ecstasy? Kai just put MDMA up my ass?
I've heard something about that, how putting it in the ass makes it take effect quicker or something like that.
He presses his clean fingers inside my pussy, down to his knuckles, and I moan, arching toward his touch.
"Are you going to be my good little slut, Aria, or are you going to be my naughty little princess?" He groans as he pulls out his fingers, slamming them back into my pussy.
Fuck. It feels so good. My pussy weeps at the attention he's giving me.
"What's … the difference?" I moan as he leans down between my legs out of my sight, but I feel his teeth and his tongue trailing up my thigh.
"My good little slut lets me take everything I want from her and begs for more. My naughty little princess fights me and makes me force her to love it." He takes away his fingers and I whimper from the loss of contact, my head swimming like I've been holding my breath for too long. "I love both my slut and my princess. They both give me what I need," he says huskily before swiping his tongue up my pussy.
I gasp as his tongue settles on my slit and presses inside, sampling my arousal like a drug.
"Oh, fuck," I whimper as he holds my legs in place, fucking me with his tongue.
"If you want something, you better ask," Kai growls before licking around the edge of my slit, ignoring my clit entirely.
"Please, Kai," I whimper as my head swims with desire. "My clit …"
"Does your clit need some attention?"
"Yes," I rasp, inclining my hips, hoping he'll get the message.
"Don't move your legs at all. I need to enjoy your pussy."
I spread my legs even further for him and he growls, nudging his nose against my clit.
"Kai!" I moan from the slightest touch and his fingers sink back into my pussy as his tongue flicks my clit.
"Such a good fucking girl. Spread your legs wider for me…God, so fucking delicious. I found my new favorite thing to eat."
My skin tingles and my legs shake as he licks and sucks and bites down on my clit, giving it even more abuse that's such a sweet, torturous pleasure.
My pussy aches, but it's so good.
"Oh, my god…More. Give me more."
"You want more, princess?" His tongue lashes faster, sucks harder, the bites becoming more intense. Then, he adds more fingers until his hand is completely inside my pussy.
"More…more." I whimper as he pushes harder and harder until I feel a pop in my stomach and I scream out in my orgasm. "Kai! Oh, my fucking God! I'm dying! I'm fucking dying!"
What else could possibly explain how it feels like my insides are falling out and yet his hand is still inside me, strumming my g-spot like a harpsichord.
"That's my girl. Give it to me," he demands as he stands up and his hand wraps around my throat, holding me in place. His eyes are so dark and his face is coated in my orgasm. His tongue runs across his lip as he stares between my legs, slamming his fist deeper and deeper, harder inside me. "You're not dying. This is real pleasure. Have you never been fisted before?"
I've been fisted once, but he barely got his knuckles in before it started to hurt too much. This is different. I can't get enough of what his fingers are doing inside me.
"Stop … no, don't ever stop!"
He grins at me before removing his hand. A loud gasp falls from my lips before I weep.
"No! Please, don't stop." I'm addicted to the feeling.
"I have something else in mind. Our play time isn't over, Aria. It's only just begun." He smiles like the psycho he truly is and reaches under the bed I'm laid out on, but I know whatever he has is going to make me lose my mind in the best way.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
KAI
This woman is going to be the death of me. I haven't even gotten inside her and yet the satisfaction I get from making her scream in pleasure is beyond anything pain has ever given me. The bed is soaked with all her secretions and the room smells divine with her pleasure emitting through the air.
I bought so many toys to fill this room for her. Slowly over the months since Aria walked back into my life, I've been filling this house with things for her. The Maze. This bed. The jacuzzi tub in my bathroom, just for her. The balcony outside my room. The porch decked out with her favorite flowers, a path etched out in the woods just for morning strolls I know she loves.
I just need her to get over this hump so I can show her everything I've done to make her comfortable here with me.
Maybe if the others are gone and out of the picture completely, Aria will finally give herself to me. Heart, body, and soul. She won't have their distraction. She'll forget about them.
"Kai, please!" she begs, tears staining her freckled flesh, her exposed chest and stomach flush from the pill I gave her.
She wants more, but she needs a break. Luckily, I prepared for this.
I grab her bound hands and pull her to sit up.
I reach into the mini-fridge I have installed under the bed and pull out a bowl of ice and a bottle of water.
The last thing I need is her insides cooking.
I crack open the bottle of water. "Here," I say as I hand her the bottle of water.
"I don't want it to be over," she complains as she takes the bottle of water.
Grabbing her hair, I crane her head and lean close to her, whispering, "It's not over until I say it is."
A playful, bratty smirk crosses her lips which I steal right off her face, erasing it with a kiss.
Fuck. Even her lips are hot. She needs a cooldown.
She takes a small sip of the water before taking another and another. Soon, the whole bottle is gone and she's gasping for air.
"I didn't realize I was that thirsty," she says with shock across her face.
"It's the molly." I push her back down on the bed and she moans as I stalk up her body. Picking an ice cube out of the bowl, I trail it up her stomach, getting an even louder moan than before. "You need to cool down."
"What I need is to be fucked," she sasses like the brat she is.
"That may be so, but I'm not into necrophilia. We need to lower your temperature before we go there."
Aria doesn't speak, only moans and whimpers as I run cube after cube over her hot flesh, the melted droplets dancing across her flesh, until every inch of her is wet.
