Hansel 1-4: The Complete Series (13 page)

My heart clenches.

The man clears his throat. “Well?”

I clutch the letter to my chest. Is this message specifically for me? Sure, he saw me last night, but does he realize now that I was ‘Lauren’? Does he even remember last night?

My mind races.

“Why don’t you ride over to The Forest, Lauren? If you change your mind, I’ll be glad to take you to the airport.”

“How do you know I’m going there?” I ask suspiciously.

He nods at my suitcase, where an airline’s emblem is stamped on a luggage tag that’s dangling.

I nod slowly.

He winks. “I was told to be persuasive.”

“Why didn’t Edgar come himself?” I ask softly.

“He had a meeting. He’ll be there waiting for you, but right now, that’s where he is.”

I let my breath out. Squeeze the handle of my rolling suitcase. He isn’t in a meeting. He wants to play this game with me in the role of ‘Lauren’: someone he doesn’t know. He wants me near him, but he’s scared to have me there as Leah.

I rub my head. What does this
mean
?

“If I change my mind, Cecil, you’ll take me to the airport? You promise?” I ask.

He nods. “He doesn’t want you forced, Lauren. He told me, don’t make that girl feel like she’s being kidnapped.”

Cecil smiles a little, but it’s not funny to me. Goosebumps prickle over my arms as I try to weigh my options.

I think about the other girls. Whip-happy girls who want to see him suffer. I would be better for him than them. I picture him with one of them and burn with hypothetical envy. I could always take him up on his invitation and then break his rules. He may expect that. Surely he remembers last night, knows that Lauren is me. He called me back because he wants me. Leah.

And, even though it’s reckless, I still want him, too.

*

I sit on his bed, like the instructions in my bag of clothing told me to. I’m on my knees, my head bowed, my arms loose at my sides.

He walks in, and I lift my eyes to see him. He’s wearing leather pants and no shirt. He’s bruised and his eye is still black, but he looks in charge. Fierce. Breathtakingly honed and brutishly strong. Nothing like the broken man last night.

“Everything,” he says, “or nothing. No arguing with me. No fearing me. Do you understand?” He walks slowly over to the bed’s edge, where he stands to the side of the mattress looking down on me.

I nod, fixing my eyes on the mattress, even though I want to look at him. 

“You may speak.”

His voice is sharp, startling me. I’m surprised to find my “Yes” is whispered.

“You submit to me. I will give you pleasure. Can you submit fully this time?”

I nod.

“Speak up.”

“Yes,” I say, more loudly than before.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes Master,” I murmur.

“But what? You don’t think I can hear your hesitation?”

“But I’m scared,” I answer honestly.

I hold my breath as he climbs up on the bed, sitting on his knees in front of me. He takes my chin in his fingers and tips my face up, so our eyes meet. Emotion rises like a bubble in my throat, keeping air from getting in. My head spins as I look into the eyes I know so well.

“Your fear is an insult,” he says. “I demand your trust. I won’t betray it.”

I find myself nodding. My insides are a riot. He’s not treating me like me at all; he’s treating me like just another sub. Like ‘Lauren.’ Like this is nothing more than a game to him.

“I will give you everything I have,” he says, deep and slow, as if he can read my mind. “You will give me all of you, as well. No corner will remain untouched. No part of you unexplored. I will possess you, completely, thoroughly. And from now on, as I’ve done with every submissive before you…I will call you Leah.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Leah
 

He eases me down onto my back and spreads my arms out. I’m surprised to feel something soft, wet, and warm come down on my shoulder, right beside the strap of my teddy. My eyes flutter and rush up to him. I find him smirking slightly and realize he just kissed me there.

“You may look at me while I tie you,” he says quietly.

Hearing him give me instructions like that stuns me for a second, but I quickly get over it and try to focus on playing my role. I look at his bruised and chiseled chest, then dare a quick glance at his handsome face. Was I really in this very room with him last night? It seems impossible to believe right now. Does he remember last night? He’s giving me mixed signals. I’m so confused. 

He takes my hands in his—his touch is neither gentle nor firm, but disappointingly utilitarian, after the kiss I just received—and ties them with some binds that seem to have been attached to the bed, just hidden under the mattress.

“You look nice tied to my bed.” He’s crouching on the mattress beside me, the leather of his pants stretching around his hard, strong legs; his upper body stunning, even if it is marred by bruises and cuts. I let my gaze run up his lower abs and feel a little warm between my legs, despite the weirdness of this.

He moves between my legs and spreads my thighs with his big hands, then takes his pants down, revealing a huge, hard cock. I’ve never been a big fan of the c-word, but that’s what this is. A thick, long cock with magnificent balls hanging below. The head is pointed at his navel; the shaft already veined and straining.

Oh, God.

He looks into my eyes, and I feel like I can almost see the person that I used to know. Then his lids drop lower, his cheekbones flush a little, and he leans down between my thighs.

I squirm as he breathes against my pussy. I’m so warm and wet already, and his teasing breath makes me lift my hips. He curls his finger underneath the fabric of the thong I found in my bag this morning, stretches it away from my skin, and pops my pussy with it.

“Don’t move,” he says, holding my gaze as he brings his mouth back over me.

I’m throbbing now. Aching inside. I want to be full of him. I want him to stuff that gorgeous cock deep inside me. I know it might hurt again, but I don’t care. I want it so much, I can feel my nipples harden.

I watch the top of his dark head as he leans down and starts to lick me—long, slick, gentle strokes that start light as a feather on my swollen clit and increase in pressure as he drags his tongue through my lips. He pushes the tip of it inside me and I moan and try to—

“Fuck!” My hands! I can’t grab him. I roll my hips beneath him and he raises his eyes. “Leah, that was bad. You broke the rules.”

He licks me once more, dragging moisture from my opening to the forbidden area below, then surprises me by getting up, reaching across the bed.

He opens a little black box I hadn’t noticed before and pulls out something small and rubbery, followed by a bottle of lubricant.

He squirts a pearl of it onto his fingertip and flicks his gaze at me.

“Stay still from now on,” he orders.

Then he comes back in between my legs and smears the lube from in between my wet lips, down over my core—where he takes a brief detour inside me with his fingertip—and down lower. I feel his finger against my asshole and I gasp.

And then I gasp again.

“Oh my God.” I jerk my hips. “It burns!”

My cunt is lighting up, tingling. I can feel the blood rushing to the area. As I squirm, he smirks, and I watch through dazed eyes as he gets more. He doesn’t touch my pussy this time, just spreads my asscheeks and smears it over me there.

“What are you—”

“Quiet,” he growls.

He holds up the small, black plastic thing, shaped vaguely like a bullet, and smears the lube on it. He pushes it into my pussy, whirls it around, and licks my slit a few more times, until I’m panting.

Then, with his mouth still on me and his tongue still twirling all around my pulsing clit, he spreads my cheeks again, pushes against my puckered entrance, and looks up into my eyes.

“Bare down a little,” he whispers against my cunt lips. “Trust me, Leah, you’ll like this. Just relax.” He strokes his tongue up and down me again, and I feel the pressure increase at my asshole.

I press down against it, and then cry out as I feel it burst inside me.

Oh my God, it’s thick—and hard. I wiggle my ass a little, trying to get used to it, but there’s no getting used to this.

“God!” I grunt. I feel so…filled up. Sort of hurts, but…sort of doesn’t.

His tongue distracts me for a moment, worshipping my clit. I feel my pulse pound there. Combined with the…presence inside my ass, I’m not sure what to focus on. I writhe.

He chuckles.

“Leah…Leah, Leah…”

He pushes his tongue into my cunt, stretches it as deeply as he can, and flicks against the inside of me. I gasp and rock my hips into his face.

“Your cock,” I gasp.

He stops, looks up, and grins. “Are you saying that you want my cock?”

He stuffs two fingers into me. “Oh…yes. Oh yes, please.”

He taps the outside of the plug, and I feel it vibrate inside. “Please, fuck me,” I whimper.

He starts to trace around my clit with his fingertip, while his other hand palms his big, stiff cock and starts to stroke up toward the head of it.

He squeezes hard, and I think I see the color of it darken just a little. Then he strokes back down, bouncing a little just above his balls.

“Oh, Leah.” Dazed eyes meet my own. “You’ve got me so hard. Ready. I’m going to fuck you now, Leah. Close your eyes.”

I do, and I can feel the tingle of the lube he put on me. I can hear the tearing of a wrapper. I peek my eyes open to see him roll a condom over his huge head.

Then he’s pushing in between my lips, thrusting harder, till it hurts and I cry out. “Relax,” he whispers, stroking my arm. The feel of his fingers on my arm brings me immediately back to someplace safe. I pant a little as he pushes deeper into me.

“Oh, God,” I shiver.

He pushes in a little more, and I gasp.

“All of me,” he grits, and I scream as he thrusts so deep, my body is rocketed toward the headboard.

I moan as he starts to rock his hips and thrust into my pussy. God! I’m nothing but a warm, wet pussy stretched around him. He’s so hard. So long. He feels so good inside me. I feel my hips rise up to meet him, and I jerk against my binds, because I want to touch him too.

“Relax,” he tells me. “Close your eyes.”

His hand strokes over my belly, giving me chills. “I want you to enjoy this, Leah. Feel me inside you.”

“You’re…so big,” I whimper.

His lips quirk up a little. “Every inch of me is yours.”

“Yes.”

He holds onto my hips and closes his eyes as he thrusts into me, moving slow at first, then gradually faster. His thumb starts to trail over my clit, and I push against him, wanting his cock pressed deep inside me, needing to take in all of him.

He speeds up his rhythm and grabs my hip, holding me in place while he pounds me. When my eyes flutter, I see his lips pressed together and his eyes squeezed shut.

“Leah,” he moans.

I clench around him, and he moans again.

He strokes his thumb over my clit, then reaches around behind our joined bodies until his long finger is tapping on the plug.

I moan, and he’s playing in my wetness again, circling my throbbing clit while he shoves his cock so deep into me.

“Come for me Leah, fucking come for me.”

The sound of his dusky voice, the heat in his eyes, the hardness of his cock—all converge on me and I gasp as I come, harder than I ever have before.

He slides out of me slowly, and I notice he’s still hard.

“You didn’t—”

“Shhh.” He lays a finger over my lips and moves up by my right arm. I’m still panting as he releases my right wrist, then my left one from their binding. He tugs my arms, helping me up, and then, still moving on his knees, he pushes his cock toward my hands.

It’s hard, the balls below it drawn up tight. I can see the tension of arousal on his face.

“Take it in your hands,” he says in a low voice. “Stroke it with one, and with your other…” He brings one of my hands under and wraps my fingers around his balls. “You remember how I like it: hard.”

“Like this?” I shift my position slightly, reminding me of the plug inside my ass, and squeeze once,
hard
, wondering if I do it hard the first time, I won’t have to do it again.

“Yes,” he groans. I feel a rush of power and look up to find his face…rapt. So slack and relaxed. I tug again, more gently, and use my fingernails to claw him just a little as I squeeze. “That’s right, Leah. Harder.” His eyes are shut, his mouth pressed together. I tug again, worried I’ll hurt him. He lets a long breath out, peeks his eyes open. “That feels good.” He rocks his cock against me. “Keep it up.”

When I start to stroke him as I pull his balls, he leans the other way, groaning as the tension of my tugs reaches a peak, then moving so far away I let him go. His eyes are dark now, dark and…somewhere else. I watch as he grabs the same black box my plug came from and pulls out a small, velvet bag.

“Not enough,” he explains, wrapping his hand around his cock. He grabs another condom—XL, I see—and fumbles with the package as he tosses me the velvet bag. “On your fingers,” he half-pants. He rolls the condom over his head and I admire his size and shape for a second before peeking in the bag. Inside is something…silver?

I dump the bag into my palm and frown at what I see. They look like…thimbles, but with claws at the end. Coldness seeps into my chest.

“You don’t mean…?” My eyes lift up to him. “You want me—”

“No questions,” he says darkly. He turns slightly away to get something else out of the box and I look at one of the…finger covers. Shit. I think he wants me to…claw him.

“Lie down,” he orders.

I lie on my back, and he moves over me. He opens another package and pulls out something that looks like a napkin. “Close your eyes,” he tells me, “and relax. I’m gonna take this out.”

I close my eyes, but I can’t relax. One of his hands strokes my thigh, and the other one does something that makes the plug inside me…deflate?

I peek one eye open and find him smirking. “Pretty clever, huh?”

I laugh a little as he stashes it somewhere behind him and uses the damp towel he took from the wrapper to clean me off.

Then, with one hand around his dick again, he leans over me, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth and biting on it gently.

“You’re new at this,” he murmurs, nipping at me. “I don’t want to hurt you. Only pleasure for you, baby.”

I tilt my head back as he gives me just that, revving me up again by sucking my nipples. When I try to grab at his head, he moves my hands away.

Finally, I’m panting, wet between my legs again and needing him inside. He seems to know just when; he straightens over me, displaying his gorgeous cock again, and starts to drag his fingers through my wet slit.

“I can’t wait to be inside this warm pussy.” He strokes some moisture from my cunt up toward my clit, and I shiver at the sensation.

He rolls around my clit a few times till I’m gasping. Then he pushes the head of his cock in.

“Ah.”

“You like it,” he says.

“Yes.”

“You want it.” He pushes in a little more.

“Yes.”

When he’s halfway in, and I’m lifting my hips toward him, he stops and reaches up. He starts to pluck the claws out of the covers and place them on my fingertips. Then he shoves the rest of the way in, drops his head down by my neck, and buries himself even deeper than before.

God, he’s so deep inside me, we feel like one person.

“Claw my back,” he whispers to my skin, “and do it hard.”

I wait for him to start thrusting again, hoping I can somehow distract him, so I won’t have to do it. But he stays still.

“Go on,” he orders.

I drag the claws lightly over his shoulders, and he looks down at me. “Hard, Leah. It’s supposed to hurt.”

I bite my lip. Tears fill my eyes, blurring my view of him. This is it, I think, panicked. This is when he’ll send me on my way again. But I can’t do it. I just can’t. His back is bruised and scarred and cut, and I can’t do it. I care about him, and I can bend some…but I’m not a sadist.

“Edgar…”

I can’t even call him Hansel, because this man isn’t. I’m not even sure he remembers last night, the night he spent with me.

Disappointment seeps through me. His face tightens as he notices my tears.

“Close your eyes, Leah.”

My voice breaks. “I can’t.”

I buck under him, pushing him off me, and roll away. I rise up on my knees and place both hands on his bare chest.

“Lie down.” My voice shakes. “Please.”