by Alta Hensley
“No, I am not,” he agreed with a sigh.
“Then why? Why?”
He took a deep breath and then positioned himself on his side, propping his head up with his arm. They were so close, but Jessa didn’t move in the slightest. She didn’t feel she needed to.
“You aren’t going to go to sleep are you?”
“How can I? I don’t know where I am. I have no idea what will happen to me when I wake up. I’m in bed with a man who is supposed to become the father of my child or even children. And apparently I am now owned by you.”
“What if I told you that everything would soon work itself out? That if you trust me and do exactly as I tell you, you will be able to walk away from this alive and a free woman. Can you do that for just another couple of days top?”
Jessa shook her head, more confused than ever. “What are you talking about? What do I have to do to be free again?”
“Trust me.”
“Right! Coming from a man who just beat me.”
“I didn’t beat you, I spanked you. And trust me, if I were any other man in the room, it would have been an actual beating you received—one that you would barely survive. I did what I had to do to make it seem I was putting you in your place, but still not harming you. I was giving you warnings to listen to me, but you were too stubborn and stupid to listen.”
Jessa absorbed his words. “So you were intentionally not trying to hurt me?” She studied his face. “Why? And why didn’t you finish coming in me. Kind of hard to have a baby if you don’t come in me. Takes away the whole breeding thing.”
Decker smiled for the first time since she had met him. “Yes, well breeding with you wasn’t my intent. Again, I had to do just enough to satisfy Rune and his men. I had to give the illusion that I was claiming you as mine to them, so they wouldn’t take you for themselves.”
“Rune and his men? You make it sound like you aren’t part of the group. From the looks of it, they seem to really respect you as one of the leaders. I was saved for you, after all.”
Decker sighed again. “You ask too many questions.”
“Do you blame me?”
He shook his head looking exasperated. The way he casually spoke and laid only inches from her face was as if they were two long time lovers having a midnight chat deeply in love. This wasn’t the way a captor and his captive should be conversing, and yet it was how they were.
“I’m lying in a bed in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by crazy men who are trying to turn this place into an Aryan baby factory. I’m wearing the shirt of the man who is supposed to be my master, or owner, or whatever. But of course, that is after I was stripped completely naked, spanked like a little girl, and then fucked for all to watch. Oh, and don’t get me started on being chained by the neck and put in a room with other sex slaves. If I were to somehow escape and actually tell the cops this story, they would have me committed. My life has become one insane incident after the other the minute I decided to drive to West Virginia.”
“You aren’t from West Virginia?” he asked.
“No, I was foolishly coming here for an escape from reality.” She gave a wicked laugh. “Well, I sure did get one. I stepped into a fucking Stephen King novel.”
Decker chuckled lightly. “You are feisty and have a twisted sense of humor. I like you.”
“Well excuse me if I don’t tell you the same thing.”
Decker nodded. “No, I don’t expect you to.” His smile disappeared, and he grew serious. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“Yes, believe it or not, but this monster that you have seen in me is not who I really am. Although, I have been here so long pretending to be that I’m not sure if it is what I have truly become. Sometimes I wonder myself.” He sighed before adding, “I’m not the same as these men. I don’t expect you to believe that, but I’m not.”
“Then why? Why are you here being part of it? Why did you do the things to me you did, if you aren’t a monster?”
“To save you. I did what I felt I had to do to save you from someone else doing it and doing it much worse. I’m here for good…” He paused and turned to his side, his back facing her. “We’ve talked enough. Go to sleep.”
Jessa placed her hand on his shoulder, pulling him back to his back. “No, please tell me what you were going to say. I can tell there is more. I feel it.”
Decker studied her for a moment and then spoke. “I shouldn’t be saying anything, but I need you to play the part.”
“Part?”
“Yes, of my sex slave.”
“Even though you don’t plan on making me one? Why? You have others?” This man was making no sense at all.
“I don’t have any sex slaves. You are the first I have claimed, and the only reason I did so is because I know it will all be over in two days. I couldn’t save all the other women from being taken against their will, but I could save you. When I saw you walk into my cabin, I knew that if I said you were mine, I could keep you safe just long enough for…” He paused and swallowed hard. “I wanted to keep you close to me until the raid.”
Jessa’s heart skipped. “Raid?” She sat up in disbelief.
Decker also sat up and turned to face her directly. “My name is Captain Decker Cassidy with the U.S Army Delta Force. My mission was to infiltrate this group of sick fucks and bring the bastards down. I’ve been working on breaking this militia ring for a year now, and the mission is about to come to an end.”
“Delta Force? You mean, you are here to save me? To save all these women?”
He nodded. “Yes, but it’s crucial that we keep you here in my cabin away from Rune and his men. It won’t be hard for them to believe that I would keep you locked up and to myself during this initial breeding and claiming phase. It’s the only reason I took you in.”
“So the government does know about his place?”
“Yes.”
“Then why the fuck haven’t you all done something about it sooner? There are women being tortured, raped, and even killed! You have been here the whole time just watching it and doing nothing!”
“Jessa, it’s complicated. The militia is strong. They have a stockhold of arms not just here but in several other compounds. We had to find the leaders, the suppliers, and their other locations. It isn’t as simple and swooping in and saving the day.”
“Tell that to the women who are chained and being fucked as we speak. Or the ones who have children with these bastards.” She could see that she was beginning to upset Decker, but she didn’t care. Fuck him.
“Lower your voice. Now,” he ordered. His dark eyes were returning. “This is a top secret mission, and I will not let your hysterics put it in jeopardy. You will follow my command and do exactly what I say.”
Jessa sprang out of bed and stood with her hands on her hips. “I will not march to your orders. I am not your soldier. You are not my captain. Go fuck yourself and your Delta Force fuckers. I will never obey. I will never salute or bow down to the man who has dishonored his country. You are no man. You are nothing but a monster. A fucking monster masked in an American flag. Red, white and fucked. That is what you are.”
Decker shot out of bed just as fast as she had and grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her slightly. “You have no idea! You can’t sit on your little princess throne and judge what I do. Or judge the call of my superiors. Being Delta Force is no fucking joke or cakewalk. I’ve witnessed the purest of evil. I’ve seen death. I’ve had to look the God damn devil square in the eye. You don’t think I know women suffered? I had to fucking go to sleep every night hearing their cries. Don’t you dare stand there and fucking judge me.”
His words were like a slap to the face. His anger and his disappointment in her behavior stung, and she instantly regretted her words. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just that this whole place is like a bad dream. I want it to end right now.” Tears welled in her eyes and flooded over. “It’s just so awful. I want to be saved—not later—thi
s second. I want those women unchained and set free. Waiting will be a far worse torture than anything I have yet experienced.”
Decker pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head. “And it will be over soon. You will be rescued. My hunting trip yesterday was my last, and with the intel I gave them, they are prepared to invade.” He pulled away and placed his palms on each side of her face. “But I am going to keep you with me until that time happens. I can’t risk you blowing the mission by allowing your emotions to get in the way. I need you to do as I command. Can you do that?”
She nodded and whispered, “Yes.”
“I promise you, Jessa. I give you my word as a man that you will get out of this alive.”
34
Jessa walked around his cabin, crunching on an apple Decker had given her for breakfast. A shower and another fresh shirt from the dresser, and she almost felt human again. Almost.
“All right, take off your clothes and come here.” Decker didn’t sound mean or even that he was giving a strict order, but he did sound firm.
“What? Why? I thought you said—”
“I don’t plan on breeding with you, but I can’t lead you outside and not make it look like I did. I can’t make Rune think I’m being easy on you, or it will give up my cover.”
That made sense to Jessa, so she walked over to him, removing his shirt from her body as she did so. She stood before him and waited—for what she wasn’t sure.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her onto his lap. “Lay back over my lap.” He helped position her body so she laid on her back, draped over his lap, face up. The position was awkward, embarrassing and caused her to feel extremely vulnerable. He rested his hand on her belly and looked into her eyes. “Those men out there are going to look at your pussy. Gawk at it, is more like it. They will expect to see it inflamed and raw from a night and full day’s worth of fucking. I need to give it that appearance.”
Jessa’s eyes widened, and her stomach did a flip. “How?”
“By spanking your pussy lips.” He said it so matter of factly that Jessa almost giggled.
“Spank my pussy?” she squeaked. The idea both terrified as well as sent a delightful little shiver from her head to her toes. Not a part of her body was hidden from Decker’s view, and she truly was at his mercy—and, God forbid, she liked it.
He answered her question by lifting up is palm and smacking it down onto her pussy. She flinched and cried out, but didn’t try to get off his lap or stop him. He did it again, and again.
“Oh, Jesus,” she gasped.
The feeling of the sting and slight bite knocked the breath right out of her. As much as she knew she should fight him, demand for him to stop, even scream for mercy, she couldn’t. God help her, she wanted more…harder…pain. She wanted the pain. No…she craved it. She hungered for it. She all but begged for it.
He used his fingertips to spank all around her pussy lips, the heat of his touch setting her ablaze. Who was this man? Why did he have the power over her that she would never have considered giving to any man before?
Decker paused with the pussy spanking and stared into her eyes. “Are you all right?” What an odd question to ask as he intentionally punished her most intimate flesh.
“I’m burning alive. You are catching me aflame like a witch at the post.”
Heaven, Hell…both. Decker gave her both.
“A little bit longer,” was his reply as he continued to pepper her cunt. “You’re getting nice and pink and swollen.”
And wet, she knew she was getting wet. She could feel the sticky fluid and could even hear the wetness make contact with Decker’s hand with every spank. There was no way to hide her desire.
Just when she couldn’t take another touch without demanding that he do more than just spank her, Decker stopped. He flipped her over onto her stomach and began spanking her on her rear again. Although this time, it felt different than before. It actually felt…good. She couldn’t resist bucking her hips to meet each swat of his hand. She wanted to be spanked. She wanted to feel the heat, the connection, the throb to match the deep pulsating in her pussy.
Was this submission? Was this what it was like to submit to a man? His dominance—her surrender. If this is what dominance and submission was all about, then hell fucking yes. Sign her up.
“I need to leave some marks on you,” he said as he spanked harder than all the times combined. “Rune and the others need to see that I have taken you in hand.” He continued to spank with a furious tempo.
Jessa cried out in pain, but didn’t plead for him to stop. The idea of being marked by his touch, sizzled her core just as much as his discipline did the same to her body. She wanted the label, she wanted the bruise, she wanted to be claimed as Decker’s and for all to see that he had made her his. She wouldn’t have to fight anymore, or worry that if she didn’t struggle, death would be waiting for her. No, she could just be Decker’s. Decker’s to protect, and Decker’s to get her out of this mess one way or the other.
“Cry louder,” he commanded. “Let them hear it outside. Louder!”
It wasn’t hard for her to follow his order since she had no more control. Her body was his completely, her soul completely dominated by the man. She cried, she howled from the top of her lungs, and she released everything dark, fearful, and full of hate feeling from her body. She released all that was wrong in the world, and wrong with this place in her cries. She cried for the other sex slaves. She cried for the babies being born, and she cried for who would die when it would be time for the raid. Over and over, Decker punished, and over and over, she cried.
She was lost. Lost in the sea of pain. So lost, that it took her several minutes to realize that Decker had stopped the spanking and had gathered her securely into his arms. He held her close and rocked her back and forth, kissing her cheek, her forehead, even kissing the tip of her nose. He rubbed her back and pressed her so close to his body, she could have almost melted into his embrace.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I had to do that, Jessa. So sorry,” he said between kisses.
Decker held her like that until all the tears had stopped, and until her sobs disappeared completely. She looked up at him and could see pain washed over his features. It wasn’t pity that she felt for him, but she did feel his sadness. His job, his career, this mission had taken its toll on him. He was a good man who had to beat all the goodness away. She saw it all so clearly now. She could truly see this man. He was not a monster, but a hero. A hero in disguise.
It was unlike Jessa Crowe to just throw all caution to the wind. To act upon a feeling without thinking, second guessing, and then often times talking herself out of it. But this time, as she slowly moved her lips to his, she allowed her heart, her desire, and her hunger for her hero to win the battle. She kissed him.
Decker froze for a brief moment, but then allowed the kiss to break his defense as well. His tongue brushed up softly to hers, testing the connection tentatively. This was not a kiss of pure passion. There was no hunger or wild fervor like kisses of her past. No, this was a kiss of caution. A kiss of seeing if the result would be a burn or stab. This was a kiss of two people unsure of what was to come. Decker’s hands reached behind her head and pulled her in closer. So close that the kiss grew in intensity. This kiss was all they had at that moment. It was all that they had to hold them together. A kiss held up the walls that were threatening to collapse in them both. It gave them both strength. Power.
Decker pulled away and studied Jessa for several moments before whispering, “This is dangerous.”
“I don’t care.”
“Jessa…”
“If I have to look like I’ve been fucked hard all day, I might as well get the benefit of it.” These were not words spoken of a sane or rational woman, this much she knew. But she had stepped into a world of madness, and for right now, she wanted to play her part.
“Do you know what you are saying?” Decker asked, as he ran his fingers thr
ough her blonde hair. “If we go down this path, I’m not sure I’m strong enough to stop this time. If we start…” He took a deep breath. “This is dangerous.”
“I know. I want danger. I want to fuck danger. I want to hold it close because it feels so wrong and yet so right. Fuck me, danger. Fuck me so hard.” Jessa gave up all control. It was her body speaking. Her lust, her need for something other than the awful hate outside the doors of the cabin. For right now, for this very second, she wanted nothing more than Decker and Danger.
Danger would look at her. Danger would pull her in, strangle her, chock her until she could breathe nothing in but the dark murky taste of black. Black tastes so bitter. So fucking bitter, and yet so sweet.
In a whirl of passionate haze, Decker tossed Jessa onto the bed and effortlessly removed his clothing, joining her in nothing but skin on skin. The weight of his body on hers acted like a blanket of comfort.
“Jessa,” he whispered as he kissed her softly on her neck. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
“No, please don’t. Don’t stop.” She reached around, grabbed both sides of his ass, and pulled him into her. His cock rested at the entrance of her pussy, and with one thrust of her hips, she buried him inside.
They both moaned as their bodies united, remaining motionless for a moment to just take in the sensation of becoming one. This wasn’t fucking. This wasn’t him taking for the benefit of others watching. This was more. This was two broken people finding a way back to the light.
And like two soldiers marching off to war, they began their cadence. In and out, push and pull, they made love. Decker wasn’t a Delta Force infiltrator, and Jessa was no longer a captive. They were a man and a woman clinging for some form of pleasure before they had to go outside and face what they both dreaded. But for right now, for this very second, they had each other.
Arching her back, she thrust her hips hard so he had to drive in even deeper. Her inner walls spasmed and electricity jolted through her. She was about to come, and she was about to come fucking hard. Decker sensed her impending ecstasy and increased the tempo and force, demanding that she reach completion with every motion of his body.
