In the Arms of Danger

Cult Threats

⚠️Warning⚠️
⚠️Drugging (Not of reader)⚠️
⚠️Lemon⚠️

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"Cheers!" The cult leader grins as he holds up his cup. "To another successful summoning ceremony."

"Cheers!" Everyone responds, downing their small drinks in one gulp.

"So, Bob, we've been talking and we all feel your little.....toy, would be a perfect sacrifice. You know, since she hates you now." The cult leader declares, earning snickers from the group.

"DO NOT CALL HER A TOY! It's a minor bump in the road. She's comin' around," Bob growls back. "She ain't for this. Many of you are married with kids. Why am I not allowed to have a partner?"

"We never said you couldn't," The cult leader huffs. "We just don't want her ruining one of our best members. Plus, it'll be more difficult getting you out of jail if she has evidence. Seems she's more of pet than a partner."

"If all you're going to do is insult my partner I'm leaving," Bob hisses, wishing he hadn't finished his drink so he could just throw it in the leader's face.

"Oh come. We're only joking! Of course she's a partner. That's why she's chained to your bed," The leader remarks, everyone bursting into laughter. "Clearly she's not the right one to be with because as soon as she leaves you it could spell trouble for you and all of us. We're trying to look out for you, Bob."

"I don't need your fucking 'look out for me' bullshit. She has done way more for me than this cult or demon ever has!" He snarls back, his anger only rising....among other things. "Have a good night."

"Awww don't be like that Bob!" The leader cries out, amusement evident in his voice. "She's going to hate you forever. You've even said so yourself. Right Andrew?"

Bob snaps his head to Andrew and narrows his eyes at the man. He thought they were keeping this confidential. Andrew has never given him a reason not to trust him but clearly Bob has judged him wrongly. He fights the urge to wring the leader's and Andrew's necks. He wants to but he's unable as his mind keeps going back to one thing. Arousal. Instead of lashing out he ignores them, turning heel and marching out of the house. His heart is pounding as the arousal only grows, climbing into his truck and gripping the steering wheel. He knows exactly who can help him but he knows you hate him right now. The last thing you'd want to do is fuck him.

Still, he can't do this in the truck and he can't do it without something covered in your smell, so he needs to go home regardless. He should have been more careful. They've despised you since the beginning and they're trying to get you to hate him. They're trying to make him slip up and get angry to the point he kills you. He just can't. Killing is out of the question and so is you being a sacrifice. He's not really sure how he makes it home safely, fighting down the arousal that's only growing stronger. Fuck. He's relieved when he manages to get to the house, climb out of the truck and making his way to the house.

He groans when he gets to the front door, leaning against it as his other hand palms his pants. God this was getting painful. He manages to stumble inside and get to the bedroom.

"Bob? You okay?" You ask him, his hazy eyes finding you settled comfortably in bed reading.

"I just need something," He pants out, his voice coming out huskier than he means it to be.

He makes a beeline for the hamper and begins digging through it for something of yours but when he brings it to his nose his and your stuff have mingled together so much it's not just your smell he gets. He groans softly as he tries to think. Shit.

"Bob?" You call out, getting out of the bed and walking towards him on your crutches, your chain making slight noise as it drags with you. "Hey, what happened?"