Chapter 22: We Get To Use My Toys (Layla) - Once I Find You

He watches me as I pass him, like a predator hunting their prey. For the first time, I think I can finally understand those romance books I had read before. I never understood why you’d want someone to talk to you like that, or even chase you.

The idea of a masked man coming after me? Terrifying.

But Kane…

Everything he does excites me. I didn’t expect the thrill that comes with having someone safe in your life to explore things like this with. And maybe I’m never going to feel fully healed or normal…but that’s okay with me. Because when I’m with him, I feel like I’m the luckiest girl alive.

I go down the stairs, and I can hear him slowly coming down after me; his boots thick and heavy against the wood. What will he really do to me? And how do you have sex in a car garage?

When I turn the corner, there’s a muscle-looking car parked in the shop, but it’s too dark to tell what it is. There are just tools everywhere and cold concrete. It’s pitch black, but there’s a bright red light that emanates from the garage door opener. It’s kind of scary, and I feel a rush when I hear his boots take the last step. I turn, and he’s standing in the doorway, and his dark silhouette takes it up almost entirely.

“This is your last chance to take it back, Layla.”

I don’t answer, and he slowly makes his way through the doorway, and he goes right to one of the workbenches. “What are you doing?” I ask. It sounds like he’s rummaging through something.

He turns back around and walks over to me. “You trust me?”

“Yes.” I don’t hesitate for even a second. He grabs my arms, holding them together in front of me, and he wraps something around my wrists. When I hear the familiar noise, I realize it’s a zip tie.

“Good girl. You’re going to do whatever I say, right?”

“Yes, daddy—” As I finish, he’s already lifting me up and sits me on the hood of the car. “Wait, isn’t this someone’s car?”

“Mason can clean it again tomorrow,” he casually says, and pulls my knees forward, causing me to yelp as I fall back against the hood. “Do you care about these clothes?”

My clothes? “I mean…they’re just my pajamas,” I reply, confused. Without missing a beat, I hear a rustle, and the sound of him unsheathing his belt knife makes my head shoot up. “What—” I hear a loud, tearing sound, and I realize he is slicing my clothes off me. The cold touch of the back of the blade bites at the bare skin of my thigh, and I whimper.

Once my bottom half is fully exposed, he slowly drags the knife up my stomach as I writhe, and he lifts it suddenly to pierce the shirt and jerks down to rip it. The cold air causes goosebumps to cover my whole body, and my nipples are hard already. I shiver as he places the flat side of the blade over my left nipple, and he just barely drags it up and down over my nipple.

“You like using toys, don’t you? Well, this time, we get to use my toys.”

I’m nervous, but it’s an equal mix of anticipation and just a little bit of fear. There are no toys here. We’re surrounded by power tools, wrenches, and car parts. So what could he possibly mean?

He moves forward, and his body heat is like fire compared to the chill from all the metal around me. He grabs my face with only one of his large hands, completely encapsulating it. His face comes close to mine until our foreheads touch. “I’m going to take good care of you tonight, little girl. I’m going to make you cum until you think you can’t take it anymore, but you will, because I’m going to make you. Once I’m satisfied, I’m going to fuck my pussy until I cum inside you. Do you like that?”

Holyshit. This is most certainly not a side he’s let me see yet. I’m so flustered by his declaration that I’m not even sure how to form words.

His hand moves to the back of my head, tugging just enough at my hair to cause me to come back from my thoughts but not hard enough to hurt. I quickly find the words that had died on my tongue, already expecting some reprimand if I didn’t. “Y-yes! I like that.”

“Good girl,” he coos and releases my hair, though he still firmly holds my face. “You’re going to let daddy fill you with his seed, right?”

We never talked about it again…but obviously this is confirmation he’s fine with the implications. With the possibility of being tied to me forever. And that makes me feel happy…because it’s all I want with him.

I also didn’t expect it would be hot as fuck that he’s insinuating he wants to impregnate me.

“Yes daddy, fill me again, please,” I beg desperately, realizing I’m writhing in place just to feel friction.

“Fuck, you sound so sweet when you beg like a slut. I want to hear it all night.” He releases me and steps back. Our eyes have adjusted to the darkness, so I’m sure he’s reveling in me spread open for him with my hands tied on the hood. He lets himself turn, going deeper into the darkness and rummaging in a toolbox.

I feel like I should be worried, but I’m so wet right now I’d let him do anything to me.

When he comes back, I can’t fully see the object in his hand. It sounds like he’s assembling something; metal screwing into something else. I’m about to ask what he’s doing, but then I hear something whirring.

Is that a fucking drill?

My heart is racing and I want to say something but…I told him I trusted him. I don’t want to question him or make him feel like I didn’t mean it—I trust him with my whole heart. I don’t want to miss out on experiences because I got a little scared.

I gasp when I feel something cold shaking against my thigh. I’m not sure what it is still; but it feels like something sort of ribbed? It’s thick and round, but I can’t make out what kind of tool it could be.

He brings it closer, and I can feel the rounded tip of the object just barely touching my entrance. It’s already picking up my wetness though, and I find myself trying to move forward to finally feel some sort of friction, anything.

He chuckles and moves it forward. I moan the moment the object enters me, it’s already pulsating in and out. He moves his other hand to hold my other thigh down, and he keeps it at the same depth; about halfway.

It feels so good. I can feel the ribs of it rubbing against me as it spins, and the more I react to the pleasure, the more he allows inside of me. By the time he works it all the way inside of me, I’m an absolute mess. I can’t count how many times I’ve cussed. I know he can tell I’m close, and as he moves in and out of me faster, I’m too aware that I can’t move my hands as I instinctively try to push on the object, overwhelmed with the feeling. He notices and doubles down. I cry out as I’m brought over the edge, and I think I’ll finally have some reprieve.

What? He isn’t stopping. Why isn’t he stopping?

He clicks a button, and it speeds up. “Wait—” I cry, and he leans forward, placing his hand over my mouth.

“You did so good already baby, don’t you want to give me another? I know you have a few more in you.”

A few?

There’s no way.

He ups his pace, and I cry out into his hand loudly as my body quickly approaches another orgasm. “See? Look at you. You feel so good, don’t you? Fuck, I love hearing you scream for me.”

My body is trembling, and I’ve never been so overstimulated in my life. It’s simultaneously uncomfortable and somehow also the most amazing feeling. My body is screaming for me to stop it, but my body isn’t mine right now.

It’s Kane’s.

No. It’s The Hangman’s.

I’m a mess, tears pricking my eyes as my body moves on its own. “Please,” I beg, and my voice is barely recognizable.

“One more for me, my little slut. You’re gonna give it to me, aren’t you?”

I nod quickly, desperately.

He hums, and his arm starts pumping the drill and not even a moment later, I’m brought over the edge again. This time, he does as he promised and turns off the drill as he pulls it out of me slowly. “You did so good,” he praises, removing his hand from my mouth, and softly rubbing my cheek.

God. I feel spent. I’m not sure I can even move. The tremors in my legs stop, and I don’t even have a moment to think as he tugs on my tied wrists, helping me off the car. My legs are jelly, and he holds me so I don’t fall. He pulls up his mask and kisses me deeply, our tongues mingling obscenely.

He pulls back, and he grips my hair as he gently guides me down to my knees. When I look up, I can see the skull design of his balaclava glowing from the red light. This is like every fantasy I’ve ever had for the last year…and yet somehow it’s even better than I imagined.

I wait patiently as he undoes his belt and pants, and once he’s free he immediately guides my mouth to his cock. I’m overwhelmed by his size, and I’m doing my best to keep my mouth wide as he moves in and out. “Just like that,” he groans. “Let me fuck that pretty face, baby. Open wider.” I try to slack my jaw, and he responds by upping his pace. The sound of his moans as he takes his pleasure somehow makes me horny all over again.

“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore.” He pulls out of my mouth, and I cough as drool escapes my lips. He lifts me back up and flips me over so I’m leaning on the hood, my breasts flat against it. His cock enters me easily; and my pussy is so sensitive by this point that I’m embarrassingly loud as he fucks me.

He grasps my hair, pulling me back enough that he can rasp in my ear. “Fuck, your cunt feels so good around my cock. Is this mine?” His arm moves around my hip, dipping down to rub my clit.

“Yes!”

“That’s fucking right. It’s mine. You’re mine.” He pounds me hard, and each thrust causes another moan louder than the last. “Fuck, beg me to fill this little cunt.”

“Please cum inside me, daddy,” I moan, and it seems like it pushes him over the edge.

“Yeah? You want me to breed you?’ he groans as he fucks me deep, not letting up on my clit until my body shudders again, and we finish together.

When he pulls out, I can feel some of our mixed release dripping down my thigh, and I can feel his hand rubbing my opening. He gathers the wetness, then pushes two fingers inside of me. “You’re going to keep all of it inside you, don’t waste a fucking drop.” He moves them in and out, making sure his cum gets deep inside.

I feel like I’m on cloud nine. Possibly slipping through it, as I’m hanging on by a thread, but…nonetheless. He turns me back over and uses his knife to cut the zip ties from my wrist, and I rub them. He easily lifts me over his shoulder, and I laugh as he slaps my ass and carries me off to bring me back upstairs.

I find my footing when he sets me down in the living room, and I quickly run to his bedroom to grab clothes for after the shower, and I pick up my phone to check if I had any texts since he’s busy turning the water on.