Chained (Caged #2)(13)

“You think I can’t wait until the child is born? I’ve waited thirty years for retribution. Another nine months is not going to seem like that long.”

I nodded, holding his gaze. “You lost your parents at such a young age. Are you telling me you would snatch that away from your own son or daughter? That you would take away her mother?”

Anger poured from him, suffocating me as his hold on me grew more painful. “You don’t know me very well, Kloe. I’d have thought by now that you’d understand who – what - I am.”

A smile brushed my lips. “Oh, I do.” Reaching up on my toes, I placed a soft kiss over his lips, my body shivering at the faint touch. “You’re my master. And I am only here to serve you. That’s what I understand. And to be honest, I don’t think there’s anything else to know.”

He froze, his eyes wide and fixed on me. He couldn’t control the emotion pouring through him and his eyes hooded over when I pressed my hips into him. The hardness of his cock made my knees buckle.

“I am here to f*ck you. To take whatever depraved act you want to enact. I am here to feed from your merciless lust, and to quench the undying thirst for degradation you have.”

Snapping out of his shock, he laughed. It wasn’t humorous and happy, it was cold and cruel, his eyes dripping with the same maliciousness as his laughter. “Then let’s find out, shall we?”

As if he had conjured him, Robbie walked down the stairs. He held the same harsh grin that Anderson did and my bones creaked.

But I wasn’t scared. Far from it. It was liberating to free what had been hidden beneath the artificial Kloe for so long. Excitement flowed quickly, and Anderson frowned when he saw it tremble through my body.

My breath hitched when I was abruptly pulled across the room and my wrists were quickly snapped into the same cuffs Robbie had secured Anderson with.

My cunt throbbed, the hot blood that raced through me almost as torturous as the anticipation that made my mouth dry.

My ankles were fixed into more metal cuffs and Anderson yanked on a lever until the chains moved and coaxed my body into an ‘X’ shape. I was left helpless, the tightness of the restraints not allowing any give at all.

Robbie smirked as he spun a long, thin knife in between his fingers. It wasn’t until I recognised the steel glinting under the soft light that I realised I had maybe bitten off more than I could chew.

But when he gently pressed the tip of the blade against my skin, a serenity trickled within the marrow of my bones and I sagged in the chains that provided the support my bones no longer could.

My jaw dropped and I shivered when, very delicately, he drew the edge down the side of my throat. My skin split. But it didn’t just give freedom to my blood, it gave the very essence of me space to breathe. As if someone had performed a tracheotomy after I had struggled to breathe for hours, my clogged lungs rushed with air and the tightness of my skin relaxed in bliss. My whole core sighed in relief and my mind let go.

A rapturous moan rushed from me and my head fell back as pleasure spiralled into my veins. Each tiny capillary filled with a narcotic that made my heart rate slow down to a placid pace, and my eyes rolled at the high.

“Anderson?” I only just managed to recognise the confusion in Robbie’s voice.

Fingers snatched at my chin and I forced my eyes open. Anderson’s curious gaze stole the serenity that floored me. “What happened?”

I frowned, shaking my head. “What?”

“What changed?” he demanded as he pressed his palm against the slice Robbie had drawn across my skin.

I smiled, still drugged with ecstasy. “My mind changed.”

He gnashed his teeth together, but what I thought was fury was lust. He tore at my t-shirt, ripping it from my body in one powerful wrench. Grabbing the knife from Robbie he hacked at my jeans like they were made of paper, shedding them from my legs quickly and efficiently until I stood in just my underwear.

I watched in delicious delight when Anderson pulled his cock free from his trousers. He wrapped his fist around himself and slid his hand up and down slowly. My mouth watered as I watched him masturbate, his smooth length so utterly beautiful that I couldn’t help but stare in awe.

His cock was so hard that each one of his strokes looked painful. Pre-cum glistened on the swollen head and I licked my lips greedily.

Anderson flicked his head then stood back when Robbie came to stand in front of me. “Fuck her!”

My eyes widened and snapped to Anderson. He smirked and chuckled. “Fuck her arse ‘til she bleeds.”

Robbie grabbed my hair, tilting my head back until I was looking at him and him only. “You hear that, Kloe? He wants me to make you bleed.”

I nodded. “Do it.”

They both looked confused when Robbie shot a glance towards Anderson.

“You think this is a lie?” I questioned them both. “Well, it’s not. I told you. This is me. The real me. You wanted me to set her free, Anderson. Well, here she is.”

“You have no idea what you’re saying!” he growled, angered by my surrender.

“Yes.” I nodded. “Yes I do. I just ask that whatever pain you inflict on me that you don’t harm my baby – our baby.”

Vulnerability shone from him, his brow creased, and he looked scared for a moment. Shaking himself, anger once again contorted his handsome face. He nodded to Robbie again. “Do it.”