… solipsubmissive …

This is a continuation.  You might wish to follow this link to the beginning:  soiled, part 1

“Get up.”

Chloe blinked and closed her mouth, but didn’t move.

“Up, angel.”  His voice was firm with a tinge of impatience.  Chloe stood slowly, sudden shame washing through her at what she’d done, what she’d been about to do. 

What Daños apparently did not want.

She stood there awkwardly for a while, while he stared thoughtfully at a point just behind her left shoulder.  Several times, she resisted the impulse to turn her head, to see what occupied him so.  Her eyes wandered around the room, taking in tiny details she’d missed because her focus had always been on him.  The neatly lined up items on the bureau.  Nothing out of place.  Nothing.  She fought a sudden urge to make the rumpled bed upon which Daños sat, brought her eyes back to him, and found him watching her.

“What’s in it for you, Chloe?”

“Your soul,” she replied, softly.

He shook his head.  “All right.  I’ll pretend you’re really a fallen guardian angel for the purposes of this conversation.  My soul is worth the price you paid?”

“Your soul is not something upon which one can put a price.  And my wings?”  Chloe shrugged.  “i did not barter them for your soul.  Had i done so successfully, i’d have no need to be here.”

“Why do you need to be here, Chloe?”  His voice was pleasant, conversational, and she felt a sudden spurt of annoyance.  She crossed her arms and looked away.  She heard him suck in a breath.  “Wrong move, angel.  Now is not the time for silence.”

“Because i thought you needed me.”  She stole a glance at him out of the corner of her eye, saw him shake his head, almost in regret.

“Well, as you can see, I do not.”  He stood, grasped her arm just above the elbow and began steering her toward the bathroom.

“Where are we going?” Chloe struggled to pull her arm from his grip.

“Stop,” he commanded.  “You’re going to get some actual rest, and when you wake up, you’ll tell me where you belong, or I’ll take you somewhere that will help you remember.”

“No.”  Chloe planted her feet and pulled against him.  “i belong here now.”

Daños dragged her along a few steps, then stopped and scooped her up into his arms, unwilling to allow her the opportunity to protest.  He strode through the bathroom and into the bedroom he’d prepared for her the night before, dumped her on the bed and stood back.  “Sleep, Chloe.  I’ve had enough of this little game.  I’ll find something for you to wear when you wake.”  He turned to leave the room.

Desperate and frightened, Chloe clambered to the edge of the bed and reached for his hand, grasped it with both of hers and tugged him back.  “Please don’t, Daños.”  Her eyes pleaded with his.

Daños felt his patience begin to unravel.  He pushed her back toward the center of the bed.  “Just … stop.”  His eyes hardened and his voice contained a brittle edge that should have served as a warning.  Had Chloe observed him longer, she might have known better.  Had she seen him in a relationship, or even in a business setting, she might not have taken the next step.  But she hadn’t.   Chloe had only seen the sadist simmering below the surface, had only felt the carefully leashed beast in the tiniest of ways.

But, because she hadn’t, she didn’t stop the obstinate side of her nature when it surfaced.  She narrowed her eyes.  “No.  i will not stop.  There are many things i would and will yield to you, Daños, but your salvation is not one of them.  You will not win in this.”  Her eyes flashed at him.

“I will not?”  His voice was soft and dangerous.  He stepped closer to the bed.

Chloe shook her head tightly, opened her mouth to continue her tirade, but never got the chance.  He backhanded her with enough force to snap her head to the side.  She didn’t even see it coming.

***

Michael didn’t either, and it was all he could do to remain in Heaven and allow the events below to unfold.  Chloe had set the course with her impulsive actions.  No matter how much he wanted to save her, she was beyond his help now.

At least until she became fully human and needed her own guardian angel.

***

Chloe stared at him in shock.  One hand fluttered up to cup the cheek he’d struck, her fingers trembling as she softly touched the reddening cheekbone.  “You hurt me,” she whispered.

He leaned forward and she shrank back and lost her balance, sprawling back on her elbows.  His eyes glittered ominously.  “That’s what I do, angel.  I hurt people.  I enjoy hurting people.”  He reached out, smiled a little when she flinched.  “Yes.  That’s it.  Give me more.”  He slid a hand up her rib cage to cup her breast, caught the nipple between his middle and index finger and squeezed.

Chloe gasped, first with pleasure, then with the beginning of pain as he increased the pressure.  She dug into the mattress with her heels and tried to scoot back, away from his hand, but he followed her movements, climbed up to loom over her.  “You won’t get away.  You pushed this, Chloe.”  She felt his other hand slide up the inside of her thigh and tried to close her legs, instinctively seeking to protect herself in the place she was most vulnerable.

Daños laughed softly.  “It’s too late, love.”  He pinched her nipple again.  “There are more ways to hurt you than physically.  How will you feel when I make you beg for your rape?  Hmm?”

Her eyes widened, and he laughed again.

“Oh, yes.  Mm.”  His nostrils flared as the scent of her fear reached him.  “I warned you.  I’m beyond salvation, angel.  And, when I’m finished, you will be, too.”

part 18