Madness: Part 2 – Chapter 32

“Good girl.” I praise her, but she doesn’t hear a fucking word. She’s too far gone. I can tell by the look in her eyes in the two-way mirror.

I pull her from it and spin her around. Picking her up, I carry her over to the mattress. I lie her down on her back and kneel between her shaking legs. I spread them wide and lift her hips to position my pierced cock back at her ass.

I smear the tip over her cum-covered pussy before I slide it back into her ass. I groan, going balls deep. “Your ass was made for my dick, doll face,” I say, loving the mumbled moan that comes from her parted lips.

Placing my arms behind her knees, I spread her wider, lean over her body and start fucking her ass. I drop my face to hers and kiss her lips.

She kisses me back, but it’s soft. Her body rocks back and forth on the mattress as I take what she wanted to give me. I loved that she challenged me. Fuck, the terror in her eyes but the determination in her words was like pure fucking adrenaline.

She challenged me. I knew she’d be this way. And I love it.

Pulling away, I sit up and watch my cock slide in and out of her ass. My hand goes to her pussy, and she arches her back, a soft cry coming from her parted lips.

“I…can’t…” she whispers.

I slap her swollen clit, and her body jerks involuntarily. “Come for me again, Charlotte. I want you to show me how much of a whore you are for my cock.”

“Pl-ease…” she begs, arching her collared neck.

I slap her pussy again and again. Her cries grow louder, and I slide two fingers into her. Pulling them out, my thumb plays with her clit while my cock slows to an agonizing pace in her ass.

I want to see her come undone again. It was the sexiest sight I’ve ever witnessed. She earned it.

She’s panting, her body covered in sweat, and I’m shaking. I’m so close but trying to hold off. I slam into her ass deep, and she arches her back. I pull out and do it again as my thumb continues to play with her clit.

“Oh…God…”

“That’s it, doll face. Give me one more.” I pick up my pace once more and enjoy her struggling underneath me. “You look so pretty, Charlotte. Like a used-up toy begging for more.”

Her body stiffens, and her pretty blue eyes roll into the back of her head before I watch cum leak from her throbbing pussy. “That’s my good girl.” I smile.

Running my fingers through her cum, I bring them to my mouth and suck them clean, tasting her. Slowing my pace once more, I spread her legs again with my arms behind them and fuck her ass.

It doesn’t take long until I’m coming inside her. Leaning over, I kiss her forehead, trying to get my breathing under control. It was better than I’ve imagined it to be. “Fuck, you’re amazing. You did so good, Charlotte.” I praise her.

“Haidyn.” She arches her back, and her heavy eyes look around aimlessly.

I kiss her lips, and she opens up for me. “Want another round already?” I chuckle against them.

Her body trembles, and her eyes remain unfocused. She’s so close to being a mindless toy and all I’ve done is fucked her ass.

“You earned a reward, doll face.” Getting up off her, I go over to the cabinet and grab the things that I need, then kneel back down beside her.

She’s turned her head to the side and closed her eyes; her breathing is starting to even out. I run my knuckles down the side of her face and smile. “Look at me,” I command softly.

Wet lashes flutter open, and her heavy eyes find mine. I smile down at her. “Open for me.” My fingers move to her pouty lips before she parts them. “Such a good girl.” Pushing the gag into her mouth, I love the sound of her moaning around it. “I’m not going to buckle it. Just bite down on it for me. Can you do that, doll face?” She blinks, and I take that as a yes since the collar restricts her movement, and she can no longer speak. Grabbing the other thing I retrieved from the cabinet, I gently roll her onto her side, facing the concrete wall—away from me. I shove her knees to her chest and hold them in place with my knee while one hand goes to her ass cheek and the other grabs the last thing I need. “Just remember you asked for this, Charlotte.”

CHARLOTTE

I wake up, my heavy eyes closing only to open quickly when I realize I’m back in my bedroom. The curtains are open, allowing the sun to shine into the room. Sitting up, I flinch at how sore my ass cheek is. “Ow…” I go to rub it and flinch when I feel how sensitive it is. Fuck, did he use his belt on me again? I very softly run my fingers over my left cheek and feel something on it…a Band-Aid? Some sort of bandage. There’s no telling what happened.

Lifting my hands, I see the belts and connecting chains are gone. I push off the covers, and they’re no longer on my ankles. I reach for my neck, and my skin is tender, but the collar has been removed.

I look over at my nightstand and see my phone. Picking it up, I expect it to be dead, but I’m surprised to find it fully charged. I swipe the screen and skim through all the missed calls, texts, and more notifications than I can count while I was “away” with Haidyn.

I scroll through them trying to ignore the way my body aches. Swallowing, I flinch at the soreness. Fuck, he was so big. I’ve never seen a dick that size before. I’ve heard women throughout high school and at Barrington talk about the men they fuck and how some dicks are bigger than others, but I thought they were just exaggerating. When I started watching porn, I understood what they meant, but Haidyn…was just different. His large size and the piercings…it was intimidating to say the least.

Dropping my cell, I pick up the remote to my left and turn on my TV. My already tense body runs cold when I see it’s my bedroom. On the screen, I’m sleeping in my bed with the covers pushed down, exposing my naked body. I moan Haidyn’s name before I wake up. Sitting straight up, I open my nightstand and grab my toy.

Why is this playing? I’ve seen this before. While he had me at Carnage. How the fuck did he get it on my TV?

My heart races as I watch myself get off, then get out of bed. Haidyn walks out behind me from the corner of the room, and my eyes shoot over to where he had been watching me that night. We both return to the screen minutes later, but he’s carrying me this time. This was after I had taken the pill he offered.

I beg him to touch me, get me off while he denies me. Then he’s securing my arms down by my sides. You can tell in my voice that I’m desperate for him as he watches my body beg him to fuck me.

He picks me up once again and carries me out of my room. The angle changes to the hallway, and I sit up straighter when he opens the door that leads down to my basement. I never go down there. Then he’s carrying me down the stairs. He opens a second door, and my throat closes when I see the single cot.

He lays me down on it. “Sweet dreams, doll face. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Then he backs out of the room and shuts the door. The camera shows a concrete room, but there’s a mirror on the opposite wall where I lie. A light comes on, and he enters the adjoining room, sitting on a barstool where he watches me sleep.

I turn off the TV, and with shaking hands, I throw the covers off. Jumping out of bed, I get to my wobbly legs and rush out of my bedroom, down the hall, and yank the door in the hallway open. Flipping on the light, I race down the stairs to my basement. My heart hammers in my chest when I see the door. Opening it up, I see the cot, the chair in the center with the drain in the floor. The mirrored wall and counter with the cabinets.

What the fuck? How did he…? When did he…? He set this up down here?

My mind is reeling. It makes sense since he had told me in my kitchen that he had been following me. He knew every move I had made and where I was at. He was in my house…was he down here doing all of this while I slept upstairs? While I was out running errands? The room was already here, but the mirror wasn’t.

Rushing back to my room, I pick up my phone and call him. He answers on the first ring. “Miss me already, doll face?”

I realize my tongue is heavy when I have nothing to say. Tears sting my eyes as I try to gather my thoughts. “You⁠—”

“I what, Charlotte?” My name sounds like a prayer—sweet and innocent. Like he didn’t hold me captive for days, fuck my mouth and my ass until I came so hard, I blacked out.

“You tricked me,” I whisper.

“Not sure what you mean, doll face,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. This is a game to him. Everything regarding the Lords is a fucking game. They’re taught to play with their food.

“My house…the basement…” I swallow. “I thought I was at Carnage.” I manage to get out before the first tear falls down my cheek.

“Isn’t it funny how easily someone can trick you into believing something that isn’t the truth?”

It makes sense now. I made him think I was someone I’m not. He wanted the fear of Carnage to give him what he wanted. I begged him to fuck me because I thought the alternative was worse. “You told me that you were taking me to Carnage,” I grind out. The initial shock’s wearing off, and I’m getting pissy.

“No. I never said that. You assumed.”

Did I? Surely, I heard him say those words. Fuck, maybe he didn’t. Maybe I’m losing my mind. That’s what men do to you. Gaslight you. Make you think you’re the problem when it’s them. “Fuck you, Haidyn,” I say with trembling lips because it’s all my messy brain can come up with at the moment.

His laughter makes me break out in a sweat. I was so fucking stupid. More so than I ever thought I’d be. “I already did that, Charlotte. And although it was good, it wasn’t great.” Click.

I gasp, pulling the cell from my ear, and stare at it. He just hung up on me. Although it was good, it wasn’t great. What in the fuck?

Growling, I open my laptop that sits on my desk in the corner. Leaning over, I ignore the sting on my ass and send an email to the Lords.

Slamming it shut, I stare at the wall trying to wrap my head around what the fuck happened. I don’t even know what day it is or how long I’ve been here in my house. A prisoner in my own basement.

I fucking peed in front of him. I let him wash me. He humiliated me for his own sick pleasure. I can never face him again. No matter what his body made me feel.

Picking up my cell, I pull up my friends group chat and send a text. The ones who don’t know the real me. The friends I had to make with my fake life…for him. At least something good came out of it.

Night out tonight?

I pace my room as I wait for a response. I’ll get drunk here by myself tonight if they can’t go out, but seeing them would be better. Getting the fuck out of my house knowing that I spent—however long—in the basement while Haidyn hung out here as well.

I’ve still got the bruises on my knees from the storm drain and his fingerprints on my hips where he held me in place and fucked my ass.

I kneeled and peed in front of him. Does he think he can humiliate me like that and just walk away because it wasn’t up to his standards? Fuck Haidyn Jamison Reeves! He’s not walking away. I’m walking away. I’m fucking done!

My phone dings, and I rush over to the bed to see they responded. My hand instinctively goes to my ass to rub the fucking Band-Aid. Goddamn, why does it hurt so much?

CHELSEA: Absolutely. Let’s go to Blackout.

NIKKI: Going out? Aren’t you on vacay? What are you doing back so soon?

Shit! I forgot I’m supposed to still be gone. I never gave them a timeframe, but surely, I haven’t been gone long enough to be done backpacking through Europe. I look at the date on my cell.

Two days? I was in my basement for two days? What the actual fuck! It felt like at least five. How do I explain two days of being gone? How weak am I that I gave in to what he wanted that fast? What does that say about me? I can say that he blackmailed me—forced my hand—all I want, but I wanted it too. I could have chosen death over being his whore.

Before I can come up with a lame lie, my other friend responds.

CHELSEA: Who the fuck cares why she’s back early. I’m glad she’s home and ready to party.

She sends another.

CHELSEA: I have Molly. Let’s spend the night getting fucked up.

Setting my phone down, I make my way to my bathroom with my head held high, trying to tell myself not to feel defeated. Women have been doing dumb shit for men long before me.

Flipping on the light, I come to my mirror and gasp as my eyes get a look at myself in front of the his-and-hers sinks. I’m covered in fresh bruises from my neck to my ankles. I look like I got hit by a car. Some are from the belts and collar, and others are from Haidyn’s hands. Swallowing the knot in my throat, I turn around to inspect my ass, and my body stiffens when I see there is a large bandage on my left cheek. With shaky hands, I start to remove it.