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Luke

MONSTERS by SkyDxddy

Present Day

I wake up with a sudden jolt. Sweat covers my body and I can barely manage to suck in a full breath. My vision is fuzzy. I can make out some light and shadows but not much else. The nightmare always leaves me waking up in a panic. Reliving some of the worst moments of my past is the curse of sleep. I try to stay busy and keep myself as exhausted as possible so that when I fall into unconsciousness, it’s filled with glorious, empty nothingness. The nights when I dream, remembering and reliving the past, have become fewer since my girls came into my life. Keeping a captive, while also stalking her best friend, has apparently kept the demons hidden safely away in the recesses of my mind. Until tonight, that is.

Suddenly everything comes rushing back to me. Liv, Will, the casino, the drugged drink, passing out. What the actual fuck was she thinking? Did my sweet little siren really lure me back to my own place just to drug me? Why? She called me her demon, maybe she knows…

And then it registers that I’ve been woken by something—no, someone—sucking and licking my cock. Their smooth tongue glides along my shaft, swirling the tip. I groan in pleasure as they bob back down, taking me deep into their throat. Fuck , I’m hard as a fucking rock. How long have they been sucking me off? They gag as they try to take my cock deeper, the sound causing my dick to twitch and my balls to tighten. They feel so fucking good. I try to bring my hand up to hold their head in place but I can’t lift my arms. Rough rope digs into the skin of my wrists, holding me firmly in place.

What the fuck?

The mouth pops off my cock before a sweet sing-song voice whispers in my ear, “Morning demon boy, I thought that’d wake you up.”

Liv.

I try to get my eyes to focus but my head is still spinning. My mouth is dry and feels like it’s full of cotton. I try my best to swallow but my breath gets caught in my diaphragm as soft, warm fingers grip my throbbing length. She strokes up and down my shaft, twisting at the crown to create the most intensely pleasurable sensation.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Luke.” Her voice is sweet but I sense something sinister going on. Call me crazy, but women generally don’t drug you and tie you to a chair for a romantic date. “You’re going to answer my questions. No more bullshit.”

A sharp snap drags my focus forward. I will my eyes to focus. It’s still blurry but I can make out her hot pink hair. She’s definitely setting something up.

“This will be cold, but don’t worry, it’s just the antiseptic wipe,” she says as her hand wraps around my hard shaft again.

Antiseptic wipe? What the hell?

The cold wet wipe runs along the underside of my cock. It’s freezing. I immediately jerk and try to release my hands, but I’m tied tightly. Fuck!

“Liv,” I groan, the cotton mouth making it painful to try to talk. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on, masked stalker…” her words are filled with venom and sass. I’m desperate to get out of this fucking chair and teach her a lesson, but my mind and body are still weak from whatever the fuck she drugged me with. “Is that I am going to ask some questions and if you answer truthfully, like a good boy, your cock stays free of holes.”

My eyesight is sharpening, allowing me to focus in on the extremely sharp and very long needle she’s currently holding in her hand. Next to her on a stainless steel tray, laid across a pale blue medical sheet, are her piercing tools and several barbell style pieces of jewelry. My chest constricts tightly as I piece together exactly what she’s talking about. There’s no fucking way I’m letting her near me with that shit.

“Liv, Flower, my love.” I try to sound calm despite the raging terror rushing through me. I wiggle my wrists as I desperately attempt to loosen the bonds holding me to the chair I’m sitting on. “Let’s talk about this, baby.”

She pauses her fastidious cleaning of her torture tools and turns to face me. Her head cocks to the side as she assesses me. Maybe I’m getting through to her.

“Like how you talked to me about the situation while you were stalking me and fisting me in a dirty alleyway while wearing a mask?” Her tone is sweet but her words aren’t.

Fuck. I’m really in trouble here.

“Let me explain, please,” I beg her. I’m starting to sweat profusely, the slick perspiration allowing my wrists to slip within the binds slightly, but not enough to get loose.

“The only explaining you’ll be doing is telling me exactly where you are holding Celeste.” She returns her focus back to cleaning and prepping her tools while she speaks. “And be careful with your answer, you only get one shot at this. Lie to me, or dick me around, and your dick will be getting bedazzled.”

I growl at her bratty behavior. I know I’ve fucked up here, but this is unreasonable. If she would just let me explain the situation, I know she’d understand.

“Celeste is safe and happy at my home.”

She lets out a deep sigh before picking her needle back up. “Wrong answer, Luke.”

She brings her free hand to my cock, moving toward the base just a few inches above the sack. She uses her thumb and forefinger to pull my skin taught. Leaning in, she lines up the sharp and thick metal with the skin she has pulled tightly between her fingers.

“Stop! Liv, wait!” I shout at her, squirming wildly against my binds. It’s no use; I’m tied down far too tightly.

“Too late,” she purrs before sticking the needle straight through my skin.

A sharp sting pierces my skin, it’s so fucking painful. I groan in agony, the sound reverberating off the walls and windows of my townhouse. While I howl and kick, she moves back to her tray, retrieving one of the barbells and bringing it to my throbbing cock.

“I looked through this entire place while you were passed out. I scoured top to bottom,” she talks as she removes the needle swiftly and replaces it with the piercing. She grabs another antiseptic wipe, tearing it open and bringing the cool damp cloth to my aching skin. “She’s not here.”

“Not here,” I grit out between clenched teeth as I slump forward. “At my other house. It’s outside of town in the secluded woods.”

“Ah see, now we’re getting somewhere.”

The feeling of her soft lips lovingly kissing the crown of my cock causes me to moan. I really can’t handle the waring chaos of pain and pleasure that she’s wringing from my body. Her tongue laps at the slit making my cock twitch with need.

“Why did you kidnap her?” she asks, her hands resting on her thighs and her emerald eyes boring a hole into me with her heated stare.

“I saved her fr—”

Liv interrupts me before I can finish and grabs the now-cleaned needle from the tray next to her. “Nope, no more bullshit,” she states without room to argue as she once again brings the pointed steel to the underside of my cock. “About an inch between, don’t you think?”

My pleas of mercy are drowned out as metal meets flesh. I scream a defining cry of red hot agony from my lungs as she pierces me for a second time.

Why the fuck does anyone willingly put themselves through this?

“Liv,” I huff on a sigh as I attempt to regain my composure. My hands are now so slick with sweat that they’re able to slip slightly from my binds, but I don’t want her to notice so I try to keep my arms as still as possible. “You need to listen to me. Celeste is fine. She’s waiting for us.”

Her eyes narrow to slits as she tries to determine if she should trust me. Of course she shouldn’t. I’d do anything to possess her. That’s the thing about an obsession—you can’t stop, won’t stop, obsessing until you have whatever you’re after. And I’m the type of man who gets what I want, even if that means getting my hands a little dirty and my knees a little bloody … or in this case, my cock a little bloody.

She carefully places the barbell in her newly created holes. The stainless steel is black as onyx and cool to the touch. The feeling and look of her choice in jewelry perfection. If this weren’t a hostage situation, I’d praise her for knowing me well enough to know what I’d like.

“She’s waiting for us ?” Her tone holds a hint of hesitant excitement, as if she can’t wait to see her love but isn’t quite sure if this is real.

“Yes, my sweet Flower.” I try to make eye contact with her so she can see my sincerity, but she’s busy cleaning my shaft and her tools with expert precision. My girl is nothing if not detail-oriented with her work, a trait I can definitely appreciate. “She’s expecting us, both of us. I promised her that I would bring you back to her.”

Her eyes rise to meet mine. Hope lines her bright green irises. For the first time in a long time, she looks at me with such a vulnerable sincerity that I think I’ve broken through. I slip a few fingers out of my bindings. Her lips part, letting loose the sweetest little sigh.

Then she swiftly grabs the needle and shoves it through my length yet again.

“Fuck!” I scream, attempting to bend at the waist as far as the binds will allow. Spit sprays from my mouth and splatters against the wood floor beneath us. “What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy ass—”

“Careful,” she warns as she places the third piece of jewelry through the newly made holes within my cock. “It seems like a poor choice to call the girl currently holding a needle to your dick a crazy bitch.”

I take several deep breaths as I try to calm my rapid heartbeat. My lungs feel as though they might explode and each pump of blood through my veins makes me feel less and less in control. The pain is sharp and tense. It bites at my nerves beneath my skin making everything feel as though it’s on fire.

“What the hell was that one for?”

“You made it sound like she’s relaxing happily on the beach, waiting for her friend to show up and share a fruity fucking cocktail. You kidnapped her and are holding her hostage. Isn’t that right?” She cocks an eyebrow at me, challenging me.

She’s not entirely wrong, she’s just not seeing the big picture. There’s so much more complexity to the situation than that. If she’d just let me explain, I would make it all make sense. But as it is, my cock is throbbing so painfully that I can’t even think straight. I thrust and fight against the binds, releasing another finger. I’m almost fully free now.

“Correct,” I concede.

She nods, seemingly satisfied with my answer. While she busies herself with cleaning my newest holes and her instruments of torture, I attempt to regain control of my body. My nerves are so frazzled that I’m shaking slightly. I take centering breaths, willing the stress that has constricted around my nervous system to unwind.

“Next question, and please do not even think about lying about this one. As much as I think a fourth rung to your ladder would look fantastic with your length—I want an honest answer to this one.”

I swallow against the tightness of my throat. I nod in agreement, encouraging her to proceed with her inquisition.

“Were you playing me this entire time? Was this all some type of sick, twisted game?”

I think for a second as I chew on my words. I really don’t need a fourth fucking piercing in one sitting. I need to make sure my answer is honest but also gives her what she wants to hear. Fuck me .

“No. I’m in love with you.” She moves to grab the needle off the tray. “Both of you. I’m obsessed with you both, and I couldn’t fathom losing either of you so I made a plan to try to keep you both. I shouldn’t have deceived you, but would you have honestly agreed to come with me and be with me if I told you that I was holding your friend hostage in order to keep her from being murdered by someone even more unhinged than I am?”

She pauses, the steel in her hand glinting in the overhead lights. She seems to weigh my words, processing them slowly as she thinks through the things that have happened. She knows I’m right. She has high walls around her. She gives her pleasure freely, but not her heart. She’d much sooner have fucked me than allowed herself to be vulnerable with me. I may have been a deceptive monster, but it was always for her.

“And why exactly does someone want her dead?”

Shit.

I may be an evil son of a bitch, but I am loyal to my brother. I can’t betray him.

“I’m sorry, Flower. Anything I am and have ever been, I will gladly tell you. I will give you anything and tell you anything you could ever want. But that is not my question to answer.”

Her face morphs into cold fury as she spins away from me again. I know what’s coming now and I desperately fight against the fabric tied around my wrists, pinning them behind my back. It feels soft and stretchy, maybe some type of T-shirt or something. But it’s no use, before I’m able to squirm my hands completely from their confines, she brings the needle back up to the underside of my member. Holding the needle in one black-gloved hand, she uses the other to pull my aching skin tightly. It’s so fucking painful that bile begins to rise in my throat. My entire body jerks as she slides the sharp instrument through my skin. The pain is blindingly sharp and the growl that leaves my lips is animalistic. My muscles flex to an unbearable level as I pull against the knots holding me in place. She quickly and efficiently removes the needle then secures the bar between the two holes in my skin. As she twists the ball closed on the end, the binds keeping me trapped finally release enough to let my wrist slip loose. My left hand falls to my side, free from the restraints. Liv’s eyes go wide as saucers and she scrambles backwards on her ass as I rise to my full height.

“Uh-oh,” I singsong as I cock my head. I assess the cowering creature crouched beneath me. Her terror is absolutely intoxicating. “Looks like you’re no longer in control, Flower.”

She screams before jumping to her feet. She backs up, taking quick but careful steps away from me. I match each of her steps, closing the distance between us and letting her feel the waves of heated fury radiating off of me.

“Get the fuck away from me,” Liv demands but the slight tremor in her voice tells me that she’s not really as confident as she’d like me to believe. She’s afraid, and that knowledge has my cock jerking, painfully, to attention. Even after everything this little nightmare just put me through, she still has my body desperate for her. I’m completely and utterly addicted to this girl, and no matter what happens, it seems I will never be free from the spell she has me under.

Her back hits the window behind her with a deafening thud. The sky outside is a deep and dark shade of late night. Rivulets of rain streak down the clear glass. The only light streaming in is the pale glow of moonlight which bathes my beauty in an eerie glow. She’s an otherworldly apparition. If I weren’t so mad at her I’d be in awe of her vulnerable beauty in this moment. I’d gladly drop to my knees and feast upon her flesh until she had no choice but to give herself over to me if she hadn’t just been such a bad girl. But bad girls don’t get their cunts eaten; bad girls get reminded who they belong to.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Flower.” I take a tentative step toward her trembling form, savoring the anticipation of her terror. “And bad girls get punished.”

Her hand snakes behind her back. “I’m warning you, Luke, stay away from me.”

I see her slip her hand beneath her dress behind her back in the reflection of the window. It appears that there’s something wrapped around her thigh. Before I have time to process what’s happening, she pulls the gun from behind her back. Pointing the barrel straight at my face, she cocks the gun.

“Stay back, Luke.”