The Suicide Princess (22 page)

Jacob pulled away, and ordered Stephanie to roll to her hands and knees. Stephanie reached her right hand across her back, she looked back at Jacob, and she began running her index finger over her tight ass. “This is what I want, baby, right in here,” she said as she pressed the tip of her finger into her asshole.

“I want to watch you,” Jacob replied.

“Anything you want,” Stephanie said as she lowered her shoulders to the bed. She reached between her legs with her left hand, and Jacob started stroking his cock as he watched Stephanie fingering herself. The fingers on her left hand were working her pussy, and her right index finger was sliding in and out of her ass. Jacob started to throb as he saw her add her middle finger, and she used two fingers to fuck her own ass.

“Do you like making me do this?” Stephanie asked.

“I fucking love it!”

“Good, baby. I'll do anything for you,” Stephanie moaned. “Just promise me that you'll cum all over my little whore face, tonight.”

“If that's what you want, then you better come get it.”

Jacob grabbed the bottle of tequila again and poured some on his tall-standing cock. Stephanie rushed to her knees and told him, “Mmmmm, my favorite shot!” She looked up and said, “Just watch me. Let me finish you, but tell me when you're going to cum.”

She started devouring and stroking his cock, sucking her cheeks in and swirling her tongue as she went. She swiped some of the saliva running down her chin to the fingers on her free hand, and she used those dripping fingers to play with his balls and the area just behind them. His moans and grunts told her he
was loving everything she was doing. The sound of her mouth sucking and the slobbering sound of her hand stroking his saliva drenched shaft combined to create the most erotic noise for Jacob.

To Stephanie's surprise, however, he suddenly pulled away from her and pushed her to the floor. He told her to
lay on her back, and he climbed on top of her, straddling her midsection with his knees on either side of her ribs. He placed his cock between her breasts, and Stephanie used both hands to push on her tits and wrap them around him. He started gliding his cock back and forth, and as Jacob was fucking her tits, she raised her head off the floor and licked the tip of his cock with each pass as it came at her.

“Fuck my tits, baby. Fuck my tits until you cum!”

She knew she had finally unlocked his inner animal when he uttered, “Look up at me,” and as she did, he continued, “Point it at your face - jerk me off all over your face!”

More than happy to oblige, Stephanie pulled his cock from
between her tits and started stroking. She laid her head back, closed her eyes, and pumped her hand until she felt streams of Jacob's cum splattering her face until the warm fluid ran down her neck and onto her tits.

Ten minutes later, they were in the shower together, washing one another. “I can't believe how hot that was. That was better than anything I ever imagined,” Jacob said with immense excitement.

“You see, dummy! That's what I wanted. That's what I've been wanting for so long. Why didn't you just do this a long time ago?”

“Because I was an idiot.
I got too comfortable, and I thought you'd never leave. I stopped paying attention a long time ago, and I fucked up. I fucked up big time.” He looked at Stephanie and asked, “So, where do we go from here?”

“Are you still leaving me?” she asked.
“Because you don't have to.”

“Two hours ago, I was completely certain what I needed to do. Now, I have no idea what the hell's going to happen. The only thing I do know is that not having you is killing me.”

Stephanie suggested, “Then let's not decide on anything right now. Let's just get through this weekend, and once this is all over, we'll figure everything out from there, with one hundred percent no pressure. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” Jacob said as he kissed her on the forehead.

The weekend crept by at a snail's pace, and Stephanie was going stir crazy with anxiety until Monday evening was finally upon her. She called Jacob and told him she was getting ready to go to Derrick's apartment, and he told her he had rented a car so he could follow her to Derrick's without the risk of being spotted.

Stephanie asked Jacob, “Are you positive you can promise me it will happen tonight?”

“I promise you, it will. It's definitely happening tonight, but you need to get in there and then back out as soon as you can.”

“And you promise me I'll never have to go back in there after this?” Stephanie impatiently asked. “Whatever you need him to do, I can get him to do it, tonight. Please, Jacob, I need this to be over. I don't think I can handle this anymore.”

“It will be soon, sweetheart, it's almost over. After tonight, you'll never have to go back again.”

Stephanie developed a gentle knot in her throat as she pointed out, “You just called me
sweetheart
. I love when you call me that.”

“You are m
y sweetheart,” said Jacob. “ But you need to stay focused. Just remember two things: the most important thing is for you to be careful tonight. No matter what happens, I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you. The second thing you cannot forget is to keep your phone near you. Did you change my name in your contacts?”

“I changed your name to Jillian.”

“Okay, and what's the code?” he quizzed Stephanie.

She answered, “Are you free for lunch tomorrow?”

“Perfect! If you get a text from me asking if you're free for lunch tomorrow, get your ass out of there fast.”

“Why can't you come pick me up and bring me yourself?” asked Stephanie.
“I can’t be alone anymore – I feel like I’m losing it.”

“You know we can't run the risk of him seeing us together near his apartment. I can't be one hundred percent sure that he hasn't been watching you, so we can't take that chance. I don't know how smart or how stupid this guy really is, so I can't put it past him.”

“Can you at least tell me what kind of car you're going to be in, so I can look to see you when I get there?”

“No, I can't, Steph. If you know what kind of car I'm in, you might look at me, and he might see you looking. You need to trust me that I'm covering every base here, but you also need to trust me that I will be there. You won't see me, but I'll see you every step of the way.”

“I completely trust you,” said Stephanie. She paused for a moment before working up the courage to ask, “Jacob?”

“Yeah, Steph?”

She said, “I just....” but stopped after not having the strength to say the words if Jacob wasn't going to say them back.

Jacob quickly replied, “I love you, too, Stephanie.
Now, let's go.” as he ended the call.

Stephanie sat on the plush comforter on the hotel bed. She held the phone in her hand and looked down for a
moment before texting Derrick,
“I don’t  think he plans on doing it tonight.”

***

Wearing dark gray yoga pants, a gray sweatshirt, tennis shoes, and clutching a small boutique bag, Stephanie walked along the brightly lit sidewalk adjacent to the north side of Boston Common, as she approached the coffee shop just a few minutes before nine. She saw Derrick walking from his building, and she shouted, “Derrick, I'm over here,” as she waved to him.

Stephanie looked around for any sign of Jacob, but she had no idea what kind of car he would be driving. She quickly studied the cars parked along the street, looking for even the slightest indication of one being a rental, but none of the cars caught her attention.
Come on Jacob, where are you? You have to be here.

Derrick asked her, “Worried about tonight?”

“A little anxious, but not worried.”

“You should be worried,” he replied with a malevolent tone. “And what's up with the outfit? It doesn't exactly look like what I was expecting.”

Stephanie held up the boutique bag and said, “I couldn't exactly wear this in public.”

“Fair enough,” he replied. “Let me have a peek.”

The two stopped, and Stephanie opened the bag. Derrick saw the heels and assorted pieces of lingerie and said, “I like it. What's this?” as he reached in the bag and pointed out a plastic freezer storage bag. Stephanie moved some of the contents in the boutique bag to show him several pairs of stockings in the freezer bag.

“I liked the way you used lingerie to tie me up last time, so I brought a whole bunch,” she said while raising her eyebrow at him.

“What? Do you think that you're going to get brownie points for coming prepared?” he asked while groping her ass through her tight pants on the busy city sidewalk.

“No, I just thought...”

He said, “You don't need to think, tonight. Just do what I tell you to do,” and pushed her forward. “Let's get upstairs.”

As they rode the elevator, Derrick asked, “Any word on the thing with your husband?”

“I talked to him earlier, and he still thinks I'm helping him get to you. He has no idea I'm telling you everything. From what he said, he’s going to be outside here, but it doesn't sound like he's going to be waiting for you tonight.”

“When he
isn't
going to be waiting for me isn't very helpful. When
is
he going to be waiting for me?” Derrick nervously asked.

“I have no idea, but I know he'll tell me as soon as he plans on doing it. He thinks I'm going to help him by telling him when you'll be going out to the alley. I'll tell you the second I know something.”

“And it's definitely not tonight?”

For the first time since meeting him, Stephanie saw tremendous weakness in Derrick as his fear of Jacob was evident in his string of questions. She answered, “It's definitely not tonight.”

The two reached Derrick's door, and he asked her, “Once you walk in there, there's no walking out until I'm done. If you do this, I own your ass.”

“You give me your word that Karen is free if I do?”

“You have my word, cross my heart,” Derrick said as he made an x motion across his chest with his fingers.

She took a deep breath and said, “Let's go in.”

They walked through the door to Derrick's apartment, and he instructed her to go in his bedroom and change. She asked, “Are you going to hurt me tonight?”

“Yes,” he answered. “Tonight is going to be very painful.”

“Can you make me one of your drinks while I change? Something to make it just a little easier for me.”

“I guess I'll be a nice guy and do that for you.”

“Thank you,” she said. As she walked to the bedroom, she finished, “Your slave is very appreciative.”

As soon as Stephanie closed the bedroom door, she placed her ear against it and listened until she was certain Derrick was in the kitchen. She could hear the sound of the glass crushing the pills on the granite counter top, and she hurried to open her bag. She t
ook out the plastic freezer bag and opened it to remove a cell phone hidden among the stockings. Stephanie glanced around the room as if she were looking for something. She saw a small pile of dirty clothes in the rear corner and she quickly hid the phone within the pile.

While Derrick was waiting for Stephanie on his living room couch, t
he bedroom door opened, and Stephanie emerged wearing the same yoga pants and sweatshirt she was wearing when she walked in. “Is there a problem?” he asked.

“I'm not comfortable with this anymore, Derrick. I can't go through with it.”

“You can't go through with what exactly?” he asked as he was becoming obviously angry.

“This, you, all of it.
I can't play your games anymore. I'm done with you.” Stephanie said and started walking to the front door to leave.

As she was passing Derrick, she felt him grab her tight ponytail and pull back with enough force to make her fall to the floor. Stephanie crashed to the ground and yelled out in pain. She started to get up when Derrick yelled, “Where the fuck do you think you're going?”

He grabbed her hair with one hand and the hood of her sweatshirt with the other, and he dragged her into his bedroom. He pushed her to the ground next to her boutique bag, rolled her to her stomach, and sat on her back. As Derrick was sitting on Stephanie to hold her down, he rifled through the freezer bag to pull out a handful of the stockings. He pulled both of her arms behind her back and quickly bound her wrists together. Using a second stocking, he tied her ankles, and said, “I told you, you go when I say you can go. You're done when I tell you you're done, and you're not even close to walking out of here.”

Stephanie cried, “Please, Derrick, please don't do this. I'm so scared.”

Derrick walked out of the room and to the glass coffee table in his living room. He picked up a small video recorder from the table and began walking back to Stephanie. The contents of her purse had spilled across the floor from being thrown, and Derrick saw her cell phone alerting to an incoming text message. He picked up the phone and yelled to Stephanie, “Your friend Jillian wants to know if you're free for lunch tomorrow. Want me to tell her that you're probably not going to be up for it?” as he laughed.

“Derrick, you have to let me go. I don't want to do this,” Stephanie pleaded as he walked in with the camera recording. He focused the video on her hysterically crying face as she begged.

“You see, that's where you're wrong, Princess. I don't have to let you go, and I'm not going to. In fact, I plan on having a lot of fun with you tonight. You, on the other hand, I don't think you're going to be having too much fun.”

Derrick reached his hand into the back of Stephanie's yoga pants and he pulled violently, ripping her pants down
, almost to her knees, while holding the recording camera with his free hand. Derrick rolled Stephanie to her back and crouched next to her.

“So, it looks like you don't want to cooperate tonight, but that's okay. I have the cure for that. He placed the camera on the floor and removed a tube of lipstick from his pocket. “Look what I found from the pile of shit that fell from your purse,” as he showed her the lipstick. He removed the cap, twisted the tube, and grabbed Stephanie by the hair. He used the bright red lipstick to write
SLUT
across her forehead as she whimpered incoherently.

He pushed her back to her stomach as he stood and continued, “That's to remind you of what you
are. I just don't like that you can easily wipe it off and forget, so I'm going to put something on you that you can't wipe off.”

Derrick slid his belt from his waist and folded it in half. He trained the video camera on Stephanie as his hand pulled back and jerked the belt forward, sending a welting slap across her lower legs. Stephanie screamed in pain, and Derrick reached back to strike again. “Oh, you are in for a world of hurt, you stupid bitch,” he said as he prepared to hit her again. “You might want to bite down on something.”

Crack!
Snapped the leather belt against Stephanie’s soft skin. Derrick unloaded lash after lash of his belt against the back of her legs, her ass, and her lower back as she wailed in agony.

“Please, Derrick! Please, I’m begging you to please stop!” She cried.

Derrick’s hand reached down and grabbed the back of Stephanie’s pink lace thong. He pulled harder and harder, causing a ripping sound as he tore her panties off of her. The fabric painfully dug into her skin with each pull until they finally broke free.

Derrick rolled her torn and tattered underwear into a ball and stuffed them into Stephanie’s mouth. He told her, “This ought to shut you up!”

Derrick stood back over Stephanie, and he looked at the rapidly swelling welts left by his belt. He snickered while he started unbuttoning his pants, and he said, “You might want to go to your happy place right about now.” 

As Stephanie
attempted to mentally prepare herself for whatever horror she was to face next, she heard an explosion from Derrick's front door. The thunderous boom rocked through the entire apartment, and Derrick yelled, “What the fuck!”

Within a second, the apartment filled with yelling, “BOSTON POLICE WITH A SEARCH WARRANT!
BOSTON POLICE WITH A SEARCH WARRANT!”

A
S.W.A.T. team flowed into the apartment and the lead Officer raced toward the rear bedroom. Derrick saw the large officer, dressed in all black tactical gear, coming towards him while carrying a large assault rifle.

The
Officer yelled, “BOSTON P.D. GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND, NOW!”

Derrick hesitated a moment longer than the officer was willing to allow, and the officer drove the butt of his rifle to the side of Derrick's head, immediately dropping him to the floor stunned and nearly unconscious.

Stephanie felt a police officer’s hand on her shoulder and the blade of his knife between her wrists. The knife began slicing through the stocking being used to bind her as he told her, “Just hold still. You’re safe, now.”