10 Nights (31 page)

“You need any help
before I get out of here?” she asked, returning to the living room.

Janie whistled when she
saw her friend, grinning at Leah’s outfit. “Look at you, sexy girl.” In her
opinion Leah looked more like a high-school cheerleader than a college graduate
in the dress and sneakers she had on; the kind of jailbait that could tempt a
man into trouble.

“Oh yeah, this is my
seduce him look,” Leah said with a giggle and a toss of her still damp
ponytail. “No man can resist me when I put this outfit on.”

“I bet they can’t.”
Seeing the look on her friend’s face Janie turned serious. “I think you look
gorgeous, honey, and if Rhett doesn’t like your outfit tell him to lump it.”
She winked and then tapped her lip. “On second thought, don’t do that, he’d
probably enjoy punishing you for it and we can’t have that, not with everything
we have to get done tomorrow. I need you at full mobility and flexibility, not
suffering from another night with Mr.
I-don’t-know-the-meaning-of-the-word-restraint; you make sure to tell him
that.”

Leah shook her head at
Janie’s comment. “Yeah, I’ll be sure to tell him that for you, for all the good
it will do.” Giving her friend a quick hug and a peck on the cheek she grabbed
her purse and made her way down to her car.

As usual she felt a
nervous knot build in her stomach as she drove to Rhett’s house. The
uncertainty of what was going to happen brought on the now familiar feeling of
excitement and fear.

20

Take Me

After parking the
Lamborghini in front of Rhett’s mansion, Leah got out of the car and made her
way up the stairs to the front doors. She hadn’t managed to settle herself
during the drive over and hated that her hand trembled as she reached out to
ring the doorbell. Worse than her hand trembling was the stickiness of her
sweaty palms, which she attempted to dry on her dress.

When the door opened to
reveal the butler, Leah hurriedly stopped what she was doing and forced a
smile.

“Master Rhett asked
that you wait in his bedroom, Ma’am, he has left a note for you on the
nightstand.”

“Thank you.” Leah
smiled again, stepping past the butler she headed up the long flight of stairs
to the mansion’s main bedroom.

Walking into the
elegant room Leah sat down on the oversized bed and picked up the note. She was
filled with disappointment when she read the note Rhett had left for her, he
was stuck in negotiations with a client and didn’t expect to get home until the
early hours of the morning.

As she read the note
again, Leah couldn’t help but wish he’d thought to call her if he wasn’t going
to be home. She could have stayed at the condo and made a start on sorting her
things out, even if she couldn’t put most of it away. Instead she was stuck at
the mansion; Rhett’s note told her to make herself at home but she didn’t feel
all that comfortable with doing that.

Since the bottom of the
note told her to sleep naked it was clear that Rhett intended to wake her when
he got home. It might end up being a tame night, but at least she would have
some time with him.

Putting the note back
on the nightstand Leah stood up and quickly stripped off; folding her dress she
set it on a chair in the corner of the room, along with her underwear. Her sneakers
she put under the chair, out of the way. She then slipped under the covers, naked,
and settled down.

Though she had had a
full day with the move, and the shopping spree that afternoon, Leah found sleep
elusive and soon enough she gave up her attempts to drift off, it was clear she
wasn’t going to manage it just then. Instead she took advantage of the
opportunity to do something she hadn’t done in a while, since meeting Rhett in
fact, she turned on the television and surfed the channels.

She couldn’t find much
that interested her and eventually she left the TV on an old black and white
movie. It wasn’t a great film, but it was light entertainment, and didn’t
require her to think very much so she could just let it run while her mind
drifted.

When the film finished
Leah turned the TV off and slid back down beneath the sheets, finally feeling
as though she could drift off, which was exactly what she did.

Leah woke abruptly as a
hand clamped over her mouth, cutting off her breathing. She tried to bring her
own hands up to free herself but the moment she did that a weight settled on
her body, effectively trapping her against the mattress.

The room was
pitch-black, so she couldn’t see anything of her attacker, but the weight on
her hips and the way he kept her almost completely still, despite her best
efforts to free herself, indicated he was a big, strong man.

Terror filled every
fiber of her being as she struggled to free herself; she had an idea of what
her attacker had in mind and the thought filled her with adrenaline, giving her
the strength to free one of her arms from the knee that had been pressing it
into the bed.

She reached up to the
hand over her mouth, trying to push it away so she could scream. It was
impossible; her attacker was just too strong, he barely seemed to notice her
efforts.

It wasn’t until she
tried to claw at her attacker’s face that he paid any attention to her free
hand, grabbing it in his he shoved it away from him, raising it above her head
out of the way and holding it there.

When his weight shifted
off her hips she thought she was going to have a chance to escape, but before
she could even try she was roughly rolled over on the bed so she was on her
stomach, her face buried in the pillow beneath her. The pillow did as good a
job of cutting off her voice as the hand had, and she found she still couldn’t
make an audible sound. In fact the pillow was worse, she couldn’t even try and
make a sound while her face was pressed into it; it was all she could do to
breathe.

As she lay there,
unable to even struggle without threatening to choke herself on the pillow,
Leah found herself wondering who it was attacking her. It couldn’t be any of
Rhett’s servants, not the ones she had seen up till then anyway, none of them
were as big or as muscular as the man on top of her. The only thing she could
think was that it must be one of his friends from the dungeon; she didn’t know
if Rhett allowed his dungeon friends to use the house when he wasn’t there, but
she was sure it had to be someone with access to the house, she had seen the
security system that protected it.

Thinking about Rhett
made her wonder where he was; hadn’t he said he’d look after her, that it was
the job of a Master to look after their submissive. Where was he when she
actually needed him?

Her attention was
brought back on to what her attacker was doing when she heard a tearing sound.
At first she didn’t know what it was, though it sent a shiver of fear running
up her spine, and then she identified it. It wasn’t the sound of something
being torn; it was the sound of tape being pulled off a reel.

There was no time for
her to wonder what the tape was going to be used for; she had no sooner
identified the sound than she found out. While her assailant kept her arms
stretched above her head and gripped both her hands in one of his, he wrapped
the tape around her wrists, winding it around and around until she couldn’t
separate them.

Abruptly the hand that
was holding hers let go and she was rolled onto her back. She had no chance to
take advantage of her mouth being unblocked however, she barely had time to
realize it was before tape was shoved over her mouth and clamped into place,
once again robbing her of the ability to be heard.

Leah tried to swing her
arms down to hit her attacker but he caught her wrists before she could land
the intended blow. The next thing she knew he had produced the tape again and
had her secured to the headboard. While he was doing that the lower half of her
body was free, and she took advantage of that, bending herself almost double so
she could lash out at him with her legs, attempting to kick or knee him.

She managed to land a
few blows, though they did little to stop him. She even tried to bend herself
far enough to rip the tape from her mouth with her toes, though in that she
failed miserably; despite her best efforts she couldn’t get her feet anywhere
near her mouth.

There was a low chuckle
from her attacker when he realized what she was attempting to do, a chuckle
that sounded vaguely familiar, and then he grabbed her left foot. Effortlessly
he straightened her leg out and held it still as he secured her ankle to the
foot of the bed, though in the process he suffered a couple of good solid kicks
to the back of the head, once Leah figured out where to aim her kicks.

When her other ankle
was taped and bound to the bottom of the bed as well, Leah’s panic went into
overdrive. She was helpless, and could barely move her body at all, let alone
fight against her restraints, and she found herself hyperventilating.

The feel of fingers
tracing their way up her thigh had Leah twisting and writhing within her
restraints, desperate to throw off the fingers, to close her thighs and prevent
what she knew was about to happen. She could do none of that however, her
spread-eagled position on the bed prevented it, all she could do was scream and
moan and whimper into her gag as the monster over her thrust his long fingers
into her core.

Even on the occasions
Rhett had penetrated her anally she hadn’t felt as violated as she did then;
she could have stopped Rhett any time she wanted. This though, this violation
she couldn’t stop; she couldn’t fight her attacker off and her cries and pleas
for help barely made it past the tape covering her mouth.

If her assailant could
hear her pleas then he was of no mind to heed them, he continued to thrust into
her dry sheath with brutal force, leaving her raw as she continued to writhe
and twist to try and avoid his invading fingers. After a minute or so she felt
his hand, the one not penetrating her, press down on her hips, holding her
still as he cruelly finger-fucked her.

Without warning the
tormenting digits slowed their relentless thrusting, and with an agonizing deliberateness
that was almost worse than their previous frenzy began to slide in an out of
her. She knew with a clarity beyond her own experiences that he had changed
tactics to try and make her enjoy the evil act he was forcing upon her; if had
been possible she would have reached up and torn his eyes out.

The hand on her hips
didn’t hurt, but it was applying enough pressure to ensure she remained still
and all she could was lie there, tears streaming from her eyes as her body
responded, against her will, to the manipulations of the man over her. The
thought that her body wanted what he was doing to her, that it desired the
contact, wanted it to continue, worse, it wanted more than just his fingers,
was more humiliating than the thought of him taking her brutally by force,
regardless of what her body wanted.

No! No! No! She cried
out from behind the tape that bound her mouth, hating the wetness she felt
between her thighs.

Suddenly the fingers
withdrew and the figure leaned close to her, his mouth next to her ear, his
hand on her mouth. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep you’ll scream the
house down, sweetheart,” he whispered, pulling the tape away, and leaning in to
kiss her.

Leah recognized the
voice instantly and her eyes widened in shock, she couldn’t believe who had
attacked her and bound her hand and foot and been about to do ‘that’ to her, it
just wasn’t possible. For several long moments, moments that seemed to stretch
into eternity, she found herself frozen in disbelief, unable to do anything but
lie there as he kissed her unresponsive mouth.

Finally she came to her
senses and twisted her head away, forcing their lips apart. “Get off me you son
of a bitch!” she screamed, bucking and heaving in frenziedly, trying to throw
his body off hers.

“Calm down, Leah, it’s
me, it’s Rhett.” He tried to calm her, reaching over to turn on the lamp that
sat on the nightstand.

Leah couldn’t believe
he thought she would calm down just because it was him who had bound and gagged
her, and acted like he was going to rape her, rather than someone else. “I know
who it is you fucking asshole, now get the fuck off me!” she screamed again.

“Leah, calm down,
you’re going to hurt yourself.” Rhett continued to speak calmly to her, as if
she was panicking over nothing.

Calm down! How could
she calm down? Calming down was the last thing she wanted to do just then, she
wanted to get free so she could show him just what she thought of his latest
stunt. She wanted to claw his eyes out, scratch his face, knee him in the
balls, anything to make him feel some of the pain she was feeling just then;
only blood would satisfy her, she thought. The moment she thought of blood it
came back to her, the safe word, the word she could use to tell him everything
was not alright and she wanted it to end, the word he had given her right at
the start, before the ten nights had begun. How could she have forgotten it?
She felt so stupid.

“RED!” she screamed out
at the top of her lungs. “Red, you fucking asshole, red!”

He moved off her as
he’d been struck, the look on his face revealing that he knew then he’d gone
over the edge of anything she could deal with. “I’m going to untie you, sweetheart,”
he spoke soothingly.

“Do it, quickly!” She
was shaking in anger and fear, her chest heaving from everything. She forced
herself to take deep slow breaths to try and calm down but it didn’t work, it
was going to be a long time before she felt calm again, she thought.

He cut away the tape
that bound her ankles and then reached up to release her wrists. The moment he
did she rolled away from him and off the bed, hurrying across the room to the
chair where she’d put her dress. He could see the panic in her eyes as she turned
to watch him warily while pulling on her clothes. “Sweetheart, calm down, we
need to sit and talk about this.” Getting off the bed he took a few slow steps
toward her, not wanting to scare her any further.

Looking from the knife
in Rhett’s hand to his still hard cock, and then up to his face Leah took a
step back, fear on her face, and almost tripped over the chair behind her.
“Don’t you fucking come near me. I swear, if you do I will scream this house
down.” She hoped his servants didn’t ignore everything they heard because she
damn well planned on getting out of there.

“I won’t touch you, sweetheart,
honest, just calm down.” Realizing he was still holding the knife he had used
to cut her free he tossed it behind him onto the bed. He was surprised by her
reaction to the situation, he hadn’t thought she would respond the way she had,
the other women he’d done it with had panicked initially but then gotten into
the spirit of it and really enjoyed the scenario, the final surrendering of
control.