Nox got out of her car and walked slowly up to her house, knowing she must look like hell. This was one of the few times when she was glad there was no one here to greet her or question her about her day.
Nox grabbed her mail and unlocked the door. Just as she pushed it opened, her hands filled with her keys, the knob and her mail, she realized someone was behind her. She dropped the mail and made as if to pick it up, she reached for her gun and cursed herself silently when she found the holster empty.
She suddenly remembered she had never put the gun back in the holster when she and Linda got back to the car.
Nox turned swiftly in her crouch dropping her knife out of her sleeve sheath into her hand. She was kicked backwards into the house for her trouble. She laid on the floor a moment dazed, fighting for breath. Her vision tunneled briefly, but she willed herself to stay conscious.
Nox was suddenly grabbed by her braid and drug further into the house. She tried to pull the knife that was hidden in the sheath braided into her hair, but it was knocked out of her hand. Whoever this was knew her moves and where she hid her weapons. She was dragged up by her hair, and spun quickly around.
She was abruptly hefted up and tossed over a massive shoulder. She struggled, but to no avail. She stopped struggling and went with it, because she knew she would not be able to save herself if she panicked. She looked down at her attackers back and was momentarily confused. She realized in an instant that she knew that leather clad ass. Nikoli... damn it... She thought to herself angrily.
"God damn you, Nikoli, put me down." She shrieked.
"God has damned me, my love, or else I wouldn't love you." He growled.
"And just what the hell does that mean?" Nox began to struggle anew.
"What I mean is God must have damned me, otherwise I wouldn't be in love with such a faithless, heartless, little harlot, like you." Nikoli growled.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Nox asked in fear and confusion.
"Diego." Nikoli snarled the name as he tossed her on to the bed.
Nox's eyes widened as she remembered the kiss she shared with Diego in the restaurant parking lot and she tried to roll, but Nikoli was on her before she could move very far. His hands went quickly to the neck of her shirt and ripped it opened, tearing open the bra as well. He pulled the jacket off of her and hurled it to across the room.
He then pulled the shirt and the bra off of her, and quickly straddled her chest pinning her arms with his legs. As he shredded her shirt into long strips, Nox struggled with everything she was. She just wasn't strong enough to move him when he didn't want to be moved.
Nikoli took the first strip of cloth and tied it across her eyes, blindfolding her. He flipped her onto her stomach beneath him and then bound her hands to the headboard. She felt him move off her, then off the bed. She trembled and tried to struggle against the ties, the more she struggled however, the tighter they got. I have to give him credit for one thing; he knows how to tie someone up. She shook the thought from her head chiding herself for her badly timed morbid sense of humor.
She felt the tip of a knife pierce her jeans, careful not to cut her. She heard and felt the denim of her jeans give way to the blade. The tip lightly tracing across her skin, first down one leg then the other. The fabric was jerked away abruptly. Next he pulled off her boots.
She tried to kick him away from her, struggling to keep her legs free of his grasp, but he moved far to fast for her to stop him. He bound her feet to the footboard with quick efficiency. Soon she was totally restrained and naked except for her panties.
Nox trembling at the unusually cool summer wind that blew through the window. She felt him staring at her and the chill turned to heat. She felt his hand on her back, first the whole palm, then just his nails, running down her skin. His hand stopped at her backside, which he caressed for a moment, and then his hand left her body.
She felt him wrap her thick braid around his hand, and suddenly she felt his breath on her neck, as he turned her head away from him.
"You belong to me Alexandra," He whispered her real name huskily in her ear. "I'll make sure that after tonight, you never forget that again."
"Please, don't do this, Nikoli," Nox sobbed half in fear, half in excitement.
"My sweet little girl," he began, his breath hot on her skin, "if you hadn't allowed his kiss, his touch, I wouldn't have to punish you. There would be no need to remind you that you are mine. But I have to do this, you must be made to understand this one simple, inescapable fact." His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head into a more painful angle. "You... are... mine!"
Nox gasped as he punctuated each of the last three words. He let go of her head suddenly, and she felt him move. She waited for what seemed like an eternity. In her mind she cursed herself for buying a house so far outside the city. Now she had no one to help her, to save her from him. But do you really want to be saved? Her inner voice asked softly.
In that moment she realized that no, she didn't want to be saved, if she had to give him his final death tomorrow, then at least she could have tonight, and who could blame her, she was forced.
Yeah, right, she heard whispered in her head, if what you are feeling is forced then sign me up.
Nox felt leather trail across her back. She knew that feeling all to well. It was his whip, the one she had become familiar with as a teenager learning the joys of pleasure and pain under him.
She tried to relax as he had taught her, it doesn't hurt as much if you relax, his words played through her mind. When she felt the whip leave her skin she knew she was prepared for what was coming.
The first blow was not slow or held back. He meant to hurt her, to punish her as he had said. The blows fell in rapid succession, her body fighting the pain, her mind turning it into pleasure.
When the whip finally stopped its merciless pounding on her back, she was well and truly ready for him, her mouth begging him for his forgiveness, despite her better judgment.
Nox felt the warm trickle of blood down her back. She heard him growl softly and felt him fighting his blood lust. Suddenly, she felt his weight on the bed and then his hair trailing over her skin as he leaned down to her back.