Fiendish: A Twisted Fairytale (59 page)

“Where did you stay?” she inquired softly, still pushing for an answer that would help ease the fears that she had.

“I got another room at the hotel and went to bed early.”

“So you
were
punishing me,” she said, the hurt evident in her voice.

“You wounded me with your rejection. I was off licking the wounds of my bruised ego.” I smiled at her
, planting a small kiss on her lips. “Now, as for you trying to make me happy, the dancer seemed quite taken with you. Seeing the two of you together was…very arousing,” I said softly.

She started shaking her head frantically. “No, Seth. I won
’t.”

“If you
’ve never tried, how do you know you won’t enjoy it?” I pressed. “You really should be open to new experiences, Cara Mia, and you said you wanted to know what would make me happy.” I lifted her chin and planted a chaste kiss on her lips.

I could see the worry and reluctance in her eyes
, and it made me wonder if she hesitated this much with him.

“Seth, please,” she pleaded.

“Forget it,” I said, stepping away.

I unlocked my car door and got in leaving her standing there. Cranking up the engine, I looked at her worried reflection in the rearview mirror. She dropped her head before walking towards the car. Calida got in, keeping her head down.

She played with her hands nervously. “Okay,” she whispered softly

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***

I twisted my wrists in a vain attempt to free them. Seth simply watched from the chair, choosing to ignore my distress. He encouraged this woman, this stranger he’d picked up at the club, to touch me in such an intimate way. When her hand reached down between my legs, I shut my eyes tightly, trying to block out what was happening. The woman, whose name I couldn’t even remember now, paused for a moment when she noticed my reluctance. 

“It
’s okay,” Seth coaxed. “She’s just a little shy. It’s her first time.”

“Oh, so is this your fantasy or hers?”

“Let’s just say it’s a shared curiosity.”

There was nothing shared about this curiosity. He seemed genuinely hurt by my rejection last night. I didn
’t want to do this, but I agreed because I felt like I needed to make it up to him somehow.

“Um…kinky.
  Bondage, threesomes, you two must have some great sex.”

She positioned herself above me, grinding her body against mine. I could feel the piercing she had between her legs pressing against me as she moved. Smiling down at me, her hands leisurely traveled over my breasts
, toying with my nipples while she continued to rub herself against me. She smelled of cigarettes, beer, and cheap perfume. I turned my head when she leaned in to kiss my neck. Seth had only one rule, she couldn’t kiss me. He walked back over to the bed and stood there watching. His erection stared me in the face. She took her time kissing and massaging my breasts, moaning in appreciation when my nipple grew taut in her mouth. I bit down on my lip so hard to keep from begging her to stop I made it bleed.

“Seth?” I looked over at him, pleading with him silently, hoping he would end this before it went any further.

The moment I’d agreed to this, I’d regretted it instantly. When we got back to the hotel room, I’d tried to get out of it, I’d begged him to change his mind, but he wouldn’t listen. Seth used the tie he’d worn to the wedding to secure me to the bed. I had no means of escape, and that’s exactly what he wanted. I focused my eyes back on the ceiling above the bed, the very bed we’d made love in hours before, and waited for it to be over.

I felt the ball of her tongue ring when she flicked her tongue across my clit. I jerked backwards, but there was no place to run. I lay helpless while she used her fingers and tongue to violate me. I heard the familiar sound of a foil wrapper being tor
n then the shift of weight on the bed. Moments later, I heard her gasp, and when I opened my eyes, they met with Seth’s. He stared directly at me as he took her from behind, a ghost smile playing on his lips. I couldn’t breathe. Bile rose in my throat, and tears burned in the back of my eyes. I wanted to scream out at him, but I was shocked into silence. Each thrust he made was like a knife ripping into my soul. I looked away, letting my eyes focus on the ivory colored walls.

“Keep touching her,” he commanded when she stopped.

Once she figured out a rhythm to his thrusts, she continued touching me, inserting her fingers inside me, her thrusts matching his. Her free hand braced herself as Seth picked up his pace while her other hand continued to probe me. She removed her hand in order to better brace herself when Seth sent her into climax. My hands tightened around my restraints, and I shut my eyes tight, desperately wanting to block out her moans as she enjoyed all that he had to offer.

“You are one lucky lady,” she panted as she rolled to the side.

Seth settled his weight on the other side of me. His semi-erect penis touched my leg. The thin rubber film of the condom was sticky and wet. The knowledge that it was her residue touching me was enough to make me want to vomit. I inched away as best I could while trying not to touch her.

“Untie me please,” I choked out.

Seth repositioned himself, draping his arm over me, pulling me closer even as I tried to resist.

“
It’s okay, Calida,” he whispered in my ear.

His hand journeyed up until it reached my breasts. Slowly, he used his thumb to draw tiny circles on my nipple. My body betrayed me as my nipple tightened in response to his touch. Once again
, I shut my eyes tightly. I refused to let them see me cry. When I felt her hands on me again I panicked.

“I want to stop now. Let me free!” I cried, tugging frantically at my restraints.
 

“I…I don
’t think your girlfriend’s having fun anymore,” she commented, snatching her hands back.

“Perhaps you are correct,” he replied, turning my head to look at him.

His lips brushed against my cheek before he released me. The moment I was free, I got off the bed, refusing to look at either of them. I ran to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me and barely making it to the commode before I got sick. I stumbled over to the sink to rinse out my mouth. Grabbing the hand towel off the sink, I dropped to my knees and bit down on it to muffle the gut-wrenching scream I let out. The pain and humiliation of what I just endured came pouring out of me.

How could he do that? How could he bring in another woman?
He let her, encouraged her, to touch me, and he had sex with her. All that talk of me being the only one he wanted was lies. He had sex with her.
Were there others? Why wasn’t I enough? Why was I never enough?

I don
’t know how long I sat on the floor crying before I finally staggered over to the shower. I felt used and dirty and wanted to be clean. The hot temperature of the water didn’t register with me. I only wanted to wash away the last hour of my life. I was so intent on scrubbing myself clean that I didn’t hear him enter the bathroom. Only when his arms wrapped around me did I became aware of his presence. 

“What
’s wrong?” he murmured softly into my hair.

“What
’s wrong? What’s wrong?” I screamed, breaking free of his embrace. “You tie me up, allow some stranger to molest me, and then you have sex with her in front of me,” I yelled, pushing against his chest.

I was thankful that the water hid my tears. I wanted him to think I was angry. I need
ed him to see the anger instead of the pain. His hand came up to touch my face and I knocked it away.

“Seth
, don’t,” I said, trying to move past him.

I
needed out and the confines of the shower didn’t allow much room. Seth stood between me and the door, trapping me in the small space. He pressed closer to me, his erection was undeniable. Again I attempted to push past him, but this time he responded by forcibly pushing me up against the hard tiles of the shower wall. I gasped from the impact.

His lips came crashing down on mine in an angry kiss. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, and I moaned against the fierce pressure. I pushed against his chest. I needed air, I couldn
’t breathe, but he grabbed my arms and pinned them against the wall. My heart was pounding, fear was running through me, and my thoughts were racing, trying to figure out how I could get away. I started fighting harder in an attempt to gain my freedom, which only caused Seth to hold me tighter. 

“Seth, please don
’t!” I cried as his mouth left mine, heading south towards my breasts.

His hand was between my legs, rubbing and stroking me before he pushed his fingers inside me.

“No!” I cried, struggling to get free from his assault. 

Again my body betrayed me as it eagerly responded to his touch. His fingers continued working, moving in and out of me, stroking and massaging.
Making me want him. My hips moved against his hand, but the line was blurred on if I was trying to move away or take him deeper.
What is wrong with me? This is wrong!
I scolded myself.

“No. I…I don
’t want this!” I screamed, once again struggling to break free.

My wrists were throbbing from the grip he had on me. Tears streamed down my face mixing with the water that beat down upon us.

“Yes, you do. You can’t deny it; you won’t deny me,” he said, standing to look me directly in the eyes.

There was a dangerous
, almost crazed, look in his eyes that caused my body to tremble with fear. He used the weight of his body to keep me pinned against the wall unable to move.

“Look me in the eye and say it again. Tell me you don
’t want me. Tell me to stop,” he challenged.

His words were gruff and angry. Those piercing blue eyes were staring at me intensely, daring me to defy him. The words caught in my throat, my mouth suddenly very dry, I turned away from him
, unable to speak. 

“Look at me, Calida.”

I couldn’t do it. I knew what was coming. It was like being on a rollercoaster, knowing the drop was coming but being powerless to stop it. Your only choice was to close your eyes, hold on tight and wait for it to be over. Shifting my arms above my head, Seth held onto both my wrists with one hand while his other cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him. 

“I said look at me,” he commanded again. My eyes fluttered open. “You are m
ine! You will not lie to me, and you will
not
deny me! Do you understand?”

I could only nod in agreement. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist.
 His hands slid down to grab my ass, lifting me high enough so that his erection was pressed at my opening. I held onto him as if my very life depended on it as he drove into me over and over again.

My back was slammed against the hard tiles, the pain causing me to cry out. I wrapped myself tighter around him as his thrusts became more forceful. My shameful release hit me hard and fast. My nails dug into his back as the aftershocks continued rolling through my body. Seth lowered me to the floor then spun me around
, reentering me swiftly. My hands scratched at the slick, wet walls in an attempt to brace myself against his thrusts. Seth cupped my breast, pinching my nipple roughly, I cried out from the pain.

“Again!” he commanded, driving forward.

He knew how to move, where to touch me in just the right place, leaving me no option other than to comply. The water mixed with my tears as the second one hit me more intensely than the first. Seth’s hands gripped my waist tighter as he reached climax. He held me there against the wall, riding out the final waves of his orgasm, both of us breathing heavily. Finally he withdrew from me, and I stood there shivering. Unable to move. Unable to think. And hating myself.

Seth shut off the water
that had long since turned cold and toweled me off before helping me into the hotel’s plush terry cloth bathrobe. Gently, he picked me up and carried me out of the bathroom, placing me on the bed. Still wet and naked, Seth curled up behind me, his arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me close. I didn’t want him holding me, comforting me. I didn’t want to have the intense need to be held, but I did. I buried my face in a pillow as deep, soul shattering sobs shook my body violently. And he held me.
What was wrong with me? How could I let him do these things to me? And more importantly, how could I enjoy it?
The shame of what I had done, and what I had allowed to be done, continued to pour out of me. He held me, and I let him, because I needed it.

I don
’t know when sleep finally overcame me, but it was still a little dark when I opened my eyes. The clock read five a.m. when I looked over to check the time. Seth’s soft breathing was slow and rhythmic. He was still sleeping. I grimaced slightly at the dull pain that shot through my back. It was screaming in agony from the pounding it took against the tiles. I eased off the bed then tiptoed around the room looking for my clothes, grabbing up what I could find quickly and quietly. If I stayed till morning, I wouldn’t have the strength to go through with this. The moment he looked at me, touched me, or even smiled at me, I would forget. I would forget the things my head knew were wrong, but my heart let happen anyway.