Jerome shoved you in the backseat of the stolen car with a blindfold tied around your face and handcuffs binding your wrists (thanks to one of the police officers) before he got in the front seat, slamming the door shut.
"Get these off of me!" you yelled out, handcuffs clinking as you shook them in protest.
"Wouldn't want you squealing on me to that great ol' detective Jimbo where I'm staying at," he said with an amused cackle before adding, "sorry," with a deadpan expression and then he started the engine and drove off with a wild swivel. The roaring of the tires dragging against the road pierced your ears, making you flinch involuntarily, and you were not surprised to find out that he was such a reckless driver. Your heartbeat was hammering in your chest, skin prickling with fear, and you writhed about in your seat, wishing that you could break free from your restraints. This was wrong. This was all wrong. You couldn't understand why you willingly went with him, how you allowed yourself to get in this mess, fully knowing what kind of person he was. Nothing you did seemed to make sense when you were with him, you only had yourself to blame for that.
No one can save you now.
"So how we doin' over there, dollface? Comfy?" he taunted, glancing over his shoulder to look at you before bursting out in laughter.
"You didn't have to kill those cops!" you shouted. You were sure you knew some of those police officers, some of them would take you home, and look after you when Jim wasn't around. Now they were dead because of him.
"Aw but what would be the fun in letting them live? C'mon, I'm sure you were tired of those shitheads too, you should be thanking me," he told you as he gazed at you through the rear-view mirror, his eyes twinkling as a wicked smile stretched across his face.
"You can't-" you cut yourself off for a moment to swallow a thick gulp, a frown on your face as you stared at nothing but gloom, "you can't just kill people whenever you feel like it! Our lives are not some game for your amusement."
"Well that's nice and dandy," he commented with a shake of his head, "and last I checked, you can't tell me what to do, lil-detective-in-training. If you want my advice, I highly recommend that you don't follow in your father's footsteps, doesn't seem like it'll suit you much, consider your options first, maybe test the waters with me before you decide on that boring ass occupation," he jested, and you whined in response to that.
You knew there was nothing you could do to get out of this situation, and what scared you was you weren't sure if you even wanted to, that was the worst part.
It wasn't a long drive, yet it felt like it because you were restrained, and you had to listen to several terrible jokes from the ginger on the way there. Though, before you knew it, the car stopped and you were just thankful it was over because you didn't know how many more reckless twists and turns you could take of being pushed back and forward into your seat.
"You gonna behave now, doll?" he asked as he yanked you out of the car, tugging on your arm before he got you on your feet and shut the door. When you only muttered under your breath in response, he shook his head before guiding you inside of the penthouse. "Just follow my lead, and don't pay attention to them," he told you with a puff of a laugh, motioning his head over to a direction that you couldn't see, and when he realized this he guffawed again. Almost instantly you were greeted by whistles and you could feel several pairs of eyes leering at you as Jerome held onto your arm and walked by them.
"You better share her, Jerome! Don't be greedy!" one of the men roared, the sound of his shrilling voice made you wince, and suddenly you were grateful for the blindfold.
"Yeah, yeah, get your own, Greenwood," Jerome told him in a hiss. You merely stood silent, not wanting to say anything to provoke the other psychopaths living here, yet you found yourself turning your head to every jeer and high-pitched sounds of approval, and it made you feel sick.
When you heard a door open and the clicking sound of it being shut, you breathed a small sigh of relief. You were left waiting for a few brief moments before the ginger stepped forward and whipped the key from his pocket, unlocking your handcuffs and pulling them off your wrists in one quick motion, setting it aside with a clink. He reached his hands up to untie the piece of fabric wrapped around your face, humming as he did. You blinked your eyes, trying to adjust to the light that filled the room. When you glanced around, you were quick to notice the floor-length windows where the sun beamed from outside as well as the king-sized fluffy bed across from you, the soft carpet at your feet that you seemed to just sink into, everything about the penthouse was the definition of luxury.
"The guy who broke us out of that shithole is letting me stay here, so this all belongs to me," he told you with a smug smile playing on his lips.
"I need to go back home, I can't be here with you," you objected, making your way to the door but he stopped you by grabbing onto your arm again.
"Nuh-uh, you're not going anywhere dollface," he said with a laugh, "do you have any idea what I risked to come and get you?" he added with a mock-pout.
"You're a killer, Jerome! You're sick in the head and you need some serious help, you were supposed to stay in Arkham, you shouldn't be here," you quavered, a glower on your face when you turned back to him.
He narrowed his eyes at your words, a look on his face that you couldn't quite read, and you tried to twist your arm away from him but his hold only tightened when you did. "You've got a big mouth, dollface, why don't you put that mouth to better use, huh?" he remarked and in one abrupt motion he pulled you tight to his chest, the space between you two was now eaten up by his body.
You lifted your hand up in an attempt to smack him but he immediately grasped your wrist and held it firmly at the side of your head, your fingers twitching as you tried to break free from his grip. His laugh was low and silky, eyes crinkling in amusement as you continued to glare at him and with his other hand he tipped your chin up, holding it where he wanted it to be. You were gone for, done for, a mess with weak knees and a body that didn't know what to do with itself except willingly give into him. You two just stared at one each other in silence, your face softening up, and when he was sure you weren't going to try anything he let go of your wrist. He reached his hand out to rest it on your hip, curling his fingers around it in a move that leaked possession into your skin.
"I-" you cut yourself off before you added in a voice barely above a whisper that lacked any sort of conviction, "I shouldn't be here."
"You shouldn't be here, but you are, and this is exactly where you want to be. Don't you act like I brought you here against your will, you want me, just like I want you, plain and simple," he cooed with a dangerous smirk on his face, his breath fanning against your lips as he spoke. "And there's nothing wrong with that, stop thinking so much, it's gonna be the death of you someday," he told you, and there was a rasp to his voice that danced between lust and something unidentifiable in the state you were in. "So, why don't we cut to the chase, aye doll? You don't have to follow your daddy's orders all the time, I'm not going to hurt you, that's been established. I can play nice, you know, there's so much you don't know about me, yet," he added as his hand settled on your hip. "Don't deny this connection we have, I know you feel it too," he said, his tone a mix of mockery with somewhat of a fondness.
You were in for so much trouble. You turned your head away to avert from his gaze, lower lip quivering as your mind replayed the words he said over and over again. Maybe there was no point in thinking so much if you already knew what the outcome was going to be. Maybe there was no point in trying to act like you didn't want this when your whole body was itching for it, craved it for longer than you wanted to admit. Maybe-
The next thing you knew he was kissing you, perfectly fitting his mouth along the curves of your own. The suddenness of it took you aback, and he was practically tearing you apart with his kiss, full mouthed, damp, messy and hard, as hard as you could feel he was as you were pressed back into the wall with a noisy thud that rung in the room. Hip to hip, a leg planted between your thighs to keep them apart, and your fingers were in his hair before you had a chance to overthink all of this.
He started nipping at your lower lip, sucking and tugging it between his teeth while his fingers dug that much harder into your hips. The way his hips rolled forward, fluid and forceful made your hands instantly become fists in his auburn hair. He was smiling wickedly against your lips, raising a hand to hold your chin and pulling back just enough to watch you gasp for air, and it took every ounce of your willpower not to whine aloud as he slid his fingers of his other hand along the back of your thighs, squeezing the underside of your ass. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, fondling and groping frantically in his need to touch you.
"You want me," he growled the words out against your neck, and chased all the way up to your ear with a scattering of wet kisses, nips of teeth that had your stomach twisting and a moan bubbling in your throat. "Say it, say you want me."
He pressed his mouth to your jaw, leaving hungry kisses all over the skin as he growled possessively against it. You could feel and hear the way he whispered the words, "you're mine," into your flushed skin again and again, like a mantra. Your entire body was burning for him, and you accepted it, allowed yourself to let go, there was nothing you craved more than his touch. He was setting your skin alight with kitten licks along your collarbones and his palm skirted along the underside of your breasts, fingers so close to your nipples that they hardened just at the proximity. He seemed to enjoy teasing you, which didn't surprise you in the slightest, his eyes lighting with every pleasured sound that escaped your lips. He was in control, just like you knew he would be.
"Yes, I want you, I want you so fucking bad," you pleaded around a series of soft gasps, which instantly made the corners of his lips tug upwards into a devilish grin. He had barely done anything to you and you were trembling and panting. You could feel just how wet you were with the way your panties clung to your skin, but you were not in the state of mind to be ashamed of that fact.
"Who knew you had such a potty mouth, I thought you were a good girl," he mocked, and you were far too gone now to say anything in return to that. His lower body was pressing into your stomach, and just beneath it, you could feel the weight of his member warm and heavy against you, making your heart beat hard in your chest in anticipation. He had you completely at his mercy, it was almost impossible to resist the urge to drop off the tips of your toes and grind down onto his thigh, so desperate for friction against your pulsating clit.
Jerome pulled his thigh from between your legs suddenly, fingers stilling at the edge of your panties underneath your skirt, and you swallowed a groan of frustration down because you just needed him to touch you there, where you were aching for him. Your hands reached out to cling to his shirt, which was the wrong move, or maybe the right one. Either way it was the movement that had the ginger twisting his hand into your hair hard enough to make you gasp and you didn't fight the shock of fear, the jolt of lust that followed, it was so much better to let him guide your head from left to right, a moan dribbling out of your mouth as he finally pulled your head downwards before whispering, "You made such a mess, dollface, what am I to do with you?"
He rolled your skirt up with his free hand, his tongue darting out of his mouth when he saw a patch of wetness formed on your silky panties, and you almost felt embarrassed but you found that it was difficult through your haze of desire for him. Jerome's eyes were dark, glistening nearly black and your mouth watered at the sight of his index finger dragging straight across the damp spot in the center before it snuck underneath the material, rolling back and forth when he probed past your folds, coating the length of it with your arousal. He kept his hand wrapped tight around your hair and he pulled his other hand away, flicking his tongue over his wet finger before popping it in his mouth and humming in contentment from the taste. He sucked on it eagerly, whispering, "You're so fucking sweet," around the tip as he let it slip from his mouth, eyes hooded as he looked down at you.
His pupils were overblown, wide and so focused on your own that it was almost too much to look at him, but you didn't want to turn away. You wanted to capture and frame every detail of his face from the splashes of pink in his cheeks to the swollen curve of his mouth to his hair, messed from your fingers and slung forward in a tangled heap, and mostly, you wanted to kiss him, so hard that there was blood and pain, you believed that was what you deserved after all for giving yourself up to this mad man. There was a thrill to being with him, as bad as that sounded, but you couldn't help it, you were drawn to him. He made it difficult to think of the consequences when he was looking at you as though he just caught his prey that he had been hunting for all this time and now he finally captured it, his eyes lighting up with dark intent at the sight of your meek body. You were all his, attached to him by invisible strings from every inch of your body as it arched and shook.
He was snarling, it was rippling in his throat and rumbling against your neck as he nipped and licked and bit, then there wasn't even a moment to breathe in before he was kissing you so hard that your stomach flipped, his tongue slipping around aimlessly in your mouth, diving in to claim it as his own. His fingers started brushing your sex, running them along your slit through your panties in lazy little circles just to tease you. Your hips responded before you could even think, rolling back and forth against the tips of his hand in a desperate plea for more. The moment you let a moan slide from your throat, he dipped a finger into your panties, then aligned it to your entrance and then pushed forward. Your taut body stilled in shock as the entire length of his digit disappeared into your body unobstructed.
"That's fucking beautiful," he groaned, curling his finger up into you as far as he could, "and it's all for me," and you couldn't hear if he said anything else because you were too focused on keeping your moans at an acceptable level, trying to stay on your feet but that was almost too much to ask when he was pumping his finger into you hard and slow, a hand now gripping your right hip, tugging it forward so that your clit made contact with his palm, and your eyes rolled back in your head as the sensation overwhelmed you.
"You want me to fuck you? That's what you want, right? For me to fuck your pretty little cunt? To be treated like the cockslut you are? For me to use you however I want, when I want?" he breathed against your lips, and you nodded your head furiously in response, there was nothing you wanted more. You rocked your hips as much as the position would allow you on unsteady ankles, and then in an instant he pulled his finger away with an obscenely wet pop, making you immediately whine at the loss.
"Get on your knees for me, earn it first," he ordered in a rasp, and upon those words you dropped down to your knees, using the downward motion to help tug his pants down around his ankles. His boxers went next, and a smirked crossed his face when he saw you licking your lips as you eyed his fully erect member. You stared at in admiration before you started. Long, thick, and positively aching as you reached for it.
"Wow," you murmured under your breath, leaning forward and dragging your tongue along the very tip. You moaned against it when his length pulsated in your grip, and you were quick to start pumping, slowly stroking his member as you continued to slide your tongue over him. Slow, slithering circles traced around the tip made his thighs lock in place as a hiss escaped through his parted lips.
His breath was heavy as he slammed a hand down on the wall in front of him, head rolling back as you began to lick down his shaft, kissing his member and purring as you indulged in his taste. After giving him a thorough licking, you glided your tongue up from the very base of his cock where his shaft met his balls along the fleshy seam of his underside until you could tilt your head forward and take the tip into your mouth. You purred all around him as you took his cock down, wasting absolutely no time in working him over so he could fuck you afterwards.
"Fuck, you look so pretty with your mouth full," he praised and while you were busy sucking him off, he suddenly pulled a camera out, and it wasn't until you heard the flashing noises when you realized that he was taking pictures of you. "Smile for the camera, dollface," he instructed hoarsely, your eyes peering up and twinkling in response as you bobbed your head up and down, moaning as you pumped rapidly at his length. Pulling your lips back for a quick breather, you smiled as you let his head settle upon your pair, sliding a long stripe across them while you toyed with his shaft. He continued to take more photos, whipping out each polaroid and setting it aside his nightstand with fumbling hands before he dropped the camera back down. Your gaze was directed up at him, lusty and submissive all in one expression.
"That's a good girl, you're taking me so well, fuck, don't stop," he demanded, encouraging you to keep going, and you eagerly obliged him. His hands suddenly reached forward, seizing your hair around a tight fist and pulling your head down, driving you back onto his member. Your eyes widened and you could feel the tugging on your scalp as he dragged your head back and forth, his hips joining in the action to plunge his cock faster and deeper past your lips.
"Touch yourself for me, I want you to come with me," he breathed out. You released his cock altogether, moaning as you reached beneath your skirt, shoving your fingers under your panties and rubbing your slick mound as he continued taking your mouth with abandon.
He lost himself in the wet heat of your mouth wrapped around his rapidly pistoning member, how your face lit up and your lips pushed out a little, forming a tight seal around him as tight as you could get them. The heat and the friction sent bolts of electricity through his entire body, his abdomen rippling and tightening, his cock throbbing and twitching on the warmth of your smooth tongue.
His grip on your hair tightened, and he uttered a groan as he shoved you all the way down, driving your lips against his base as his member ached and throbbed in the back of your throat. He used your hair as leverage as he surged forward, pumping himself in and out of your mouth at a punishing pace that you nearly choked on it, your throat tightening around the engorged skin, but that didn't stop you. Your cheeks hollowed around his length as your mouth engulfed him, relishing in the way his knees were buckling, struggling to keep himself upright as he tugged harder on your hair, directing you wherever he wanted on the length of him.
"You're going to swallow like a good girl for me, you're going to take every last drop, got that?" he ordered in a growl, voice hoarse. You bobbed your head in answer as much as he would allow, and you were circling your clit with wet fingers, rolling it back and forth to seek release with him. With a few more sloppy thrusts of his hips, he came inside your mouth, his fluids splashing against the lining of your throat as you took it down. Your eyes were shut tight as your fingers worked harder and faster against your mound in the process, until finally you joined him in his state of ecstasy, the overwhelming pleasure bearing down upon you in hot waves. You could feel his warm, thick liquid settle down in your stomach after you gulped every drop down just like he told you.
His fingers eased up on your hair as he leaned against the wall, trying to keep balance as he caught his harsh breath. After he gave himself a moment, he pulled your head back until your mouth released his cock with a lewd pop, a vile little smirk playing on his lips. You coughed before you wiped off the mess of saliva that drizzled down your mouth and chin with the back of your hand, throat raw, lips swollen and cheeks flushed as you looked back at him, gathering your breath.
"Get the fuck over here," he rasped, reaching down to hoist you up by your ass in his hands, carrying you as he made his way across to the room before throwing you down on the bed unceremoniously, making you bounce before you dropped down on the comfortable sheets. He was quick to join you on the bed, starting to undress you in a heated frenzy. You lifted your hips when he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your skirt, tugging it down until it met your ankles and you kicked it off onto the floor. Once they were discarded, your panties went the same way, Jerome's shirt following and then yours falling onto the top of the pile. You stared at the auburn hair that covered the top of his chest and the scattered freckles across his smooth, pale skin that you yearned to feel upon yours.
Soon enough there was nothing in the way, and he made his way atop of you. You two slowly shimmied your way up the length of the lavish bed until your head was settled on a pillow and his tip was rubbing against your inner thigh, rocking back and forth, smearing saliva across your skin as you both feverishly kissed.
He wrapped a tight fist around your wrists before pinning them against the bed, tight enough that you were sure it was going to bruise but you didn't care. He shifted one last time atop you to line the tip up against your swollen, aching folds. The way you moaned desperately into his lips made him draw in a sharp breath before he shoved forward, pressing into your wet heat.
All of a sudden, you no longer felt hollow, and nothing filled you up like Jerome did. A loud whimper escaped your lips, head pressing down against the pillow beneath you as your wet inner walls clung onto his every inch. "Oh fuck," you moaned as he sucked on your lower lip, just as quickly pushing into you as he was pulling out, leaving you empty for a brief second before slamming back down into you, eyes clamping close as you adjusted to his girth.
His thrusts made your body shake and quiver, the frantic pace and the strength in his movements had you writhing helplessly underneath him. Each push in pressed his hips to yours and sent a hot wave of pleasure rippling through your body. Your kisses were sloppy and frantic, littered with moans and purrs and cries of his name as your arms struggled a little against the firm grip holding them to the bed.
"Jerome, oh god, Jerome," you cried out, voice shaking as you pleaded for more.
"Yeah that's it, that's exactly who's fucking you," he told you gruffly, hot sweat pooling around the skin of his back as he rammed into you again and again.
Unbeknownst to you, he stole your phone at some point today, and he reached his hand underneath the pillow beside you, searching blindly for the device as he still met every wild movement of your hips.
"Scream my name, keep screaming it, or I'll stop fucking you," he grunted as he worked you over, hips slamming into you as you squirmed and twisted on the sheets while he had his way with you. With your eyes closed, you didn't see when he redialed your dad's number, waiting for him to pick up and when Jerome heard his voice, he set the phone down on the bedside table.
"Y/N! Thank God, where are you?" Jim answered the phone from the other end, heaving a sigh of relief that he finally got a call back after several failed attempts.
"Jerome!" you whimpered, your slick walls clenching down around his member as his grip on your wrists tightened, it was painful and territorial, driven by the urge to keep you as close as possible against him, and you found that you didn't mind in the slightest through the blissful haze.
"Eyes on me now, babygirl," he instructed, and your eyes snapped open upon his words immediately. You gazed into those dark eyes that pierced your own, how they were gleaming with malicious intent mixed with a feral lust. "That's it, fuck, your cunt feels so good around me, such a good girl for me," he told you in a growl, and he made sure to pound into you that much harder, the creaking of the bed against the wall along with your pleas for more mixed in with his name was more than enough to drown out the sound of Jim's yelling on the phone.
"Don't stop, please don't stop!" you begged, legs hooking around his waist as you continued to press your lips against him, losing yourself more and more in the ensuing ecstasy. Your whole body was on fire, and you needed it as hard and as fast as you could get it. Your hips started to rock off the bed, sloppy in pace amid all the pleasure, yet relentless and frantic, trying to keep him deep inside of you at all times. It drove Jerome to change the position, releasing your wrists and reaching down for the small of your back as his knees dug into the bed, preparing himself.
He pulled you up to place you on his lap, and you were quick to press yourself down so he could fill you once more. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as his own grip found purchase on your ass, holding you upright as he started to thrust upward into you, and you were more than eager to bounce atop his member, each downward motion of your body aided by gravity to push down harder against him.
"Fuck yourself on my cock, yeah, just like that," he urged, and you bit your lower lip when his face dove toward your shoulder, planting a flurry of hungry kisses down against your neck. One hand moved up to run through his hair while the other pressed your fingertips into his back. His lips kissed, teeth nipped, his tongue hot and wet as it flicked over your neck. He leaned in to sink his teeth down on your neck, hard enough to pierce the sensitive skin, and you whined at the sting that followed. Every time he left a welt on your skin, he was sure to soothe it with the warmth of his tongue. He wanted to mark you, and you didn't care in the slightest as he filled you from underneath.
"Fuck, so good, oh Jerome," you repeated his name through breathy whimpers, head thrown back as you sunk up and down on him in a heated rhythm. Now that you weren't pinned to the bed you could let each wave of pleasure run through you by rolling through it all, arching your back and shuddering. Your moans picked up in volume when he grasped your hips and pushed you down so that he was buried to the hilt with his bruising hold on you. There was a violence and urgency to his movements, and it was anything but soft.
"From now on, you're my pet, and I get to use you how I want, just be a good girl for me and we can fuck like this all the time," he hissed out, making sure he was loud enough for Jim to hear, which he was.
"Yes, oh my god, yes," you replied in a mewl.
"Gonna fill you up, doll, and you're going to take it, just like before, you got that?" he whispered hoarsely, and you answered him with a pleased, shaky moan.
Your juices were running along his balls and down his thighs, the sensation mingling as he continued to push forward into your quivering entrance. You fiercely rode him, throwing yourself into the intensity of it all, clinging onto him desperately with both hands at his back now, scratching away at the pale skin there and leaving bright pink lines across as he bucked upward into your heat. Your whole body grew taut as your walls clamped down around him, and with one more harsh thrust from beneath you, your climax was inevitable.
You came first, howling as your body shivered and jerked, Jerome had to cradle the small of your back instead of your ass to keep you steady atop him as you lost yourself, gasping and moaning as your canal tightened even harder, desperately trying to milk him of his seed. And it succeeded, his knees going weak and his member throbbing inside of you as he emptied himself, pouring a hot, thick load deep into you as you thrashed about.
There was a weak smirk on his face as Jim's shouting on the phone served to be the ginger's favorite background noise, and after you quieted down he reached over to end the call with a click while you didn't notice.