| Straight: Celebrity: Seeing John 4: Island of Desiree 5 (1/9) |
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I awakened with a start and tried to get up, but found my wrists bound above my head and my shorts removed. “Pix?” My heart winced. John’s voice sounded worn. I looked down past my feet. John was tied to a post of the center of the room, bruised and a bit bloodied. “Ace.” I feared if I said his name, I’d cry. “Where are we?” “The caretaker’s house, I think.” John looked around, and began struggling with the ropes. He hit his head against the post in frustration. “Draco,” he growled. “Draco did this.” He spit blood on the floor. “How do you feel?” I knew he was afraid I’d been violated. “I’m okay.” I looked up at the braces, and my heart rose. I began to struggle within them, trying to twist my hand out of one of them. All I needed was one, I thought frantically as sweat formed on my brow. “Do you think you can…” “I need time, but yes.” I pulled my body up to use my mouth against the brace, desperately gnawing the metal free. “Whatever he’s got planned isn’t good,” John nodded, looking at my state of undress. “Listen, no matter what, I love you, okay? I love you.” “I love you, too,” I blinked back tears as I felt the material give. I gasped, looking at John. He was relieved. “Now…” He exhaled heavily as he watched me use the metal plate from my brace to saw through the rope. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. “He’s coming.” I stopped and stared at the ceiling. Damn it! Draco entered the room slowly, seeming to revel in watching us bound. He looked at John and slapped him twice. “You two are so much trouble, you know that?” He yelled in John’s face. John met his gaze, saying nothing. If John ever got loose, God help him. Draco laughed. “But it doesn’t matter now. If you ever say anything about this weekend, because you will live—I’ll make you wish you never graced a magazine page.” He glanced at me, and then his attention diverted. “You…” He crawled over me, facing me. I wanted to start struggling with the rope, but I couldn’t risk him tightening them. “It’s me you want, Draco!” Draco pushed some braids that came loose from my ponytail. “Yeah, and the way through to the king is through the queen.” I spit in his face, and he wiped it off carelessly. “Doesn’t matter, I don’t want you,” I hissed. Draco only smiled, and pulled out a knife. “Draco!” John roared. I held my breath, wanting to close my eyes, but was afraid to. I felt the blade cut my underwear, and he pulled the fabric away with ease. “You’d better kill me, Draco,” John was violently struggling with the ropes, almost rocking the post he was tied to. I took deep breaths. The timing had to be perfect. My chest heaved in panic but I had to calm down. I still had a chance, and I knew it. He crawled between my legs and pushed them open. He took a few laps at me and my body flexed at his gentle invasion. This |
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