by Logan Fox
I gasp when he tickles my hole with his dick, and immediately shift forward to try and get away.
He lets out a rough laugh, and that does something unpleasant to my insides.
I want him to take my virginity, not sodomize me.
“Josiah, no!” Does he even hear me? I try to look around, but my hair’s in my face. “Josiah, stop!”
He slings an arm around the front of my thighs, hauling me back against him. He grabs my ass cheek and pulls it to the side. Cool air washes over me.
“Please,” I manage, my throat too tight for much more. I squirm and struggle and fight, but he’s too strong for me.
His cock presses to my hole, sending a flurry of urgent signals through my body.
I’m still wet, still aching. I don’t want this, and I don’t understand why. Is it because it’s so fucked up?
My head’s spinning, my body is going lame again.
Like upstairs, in Wayne’s bedroom.
His tattoo.
His underwear.
Why did I recognize it?
Rough hands hold me steady. A thumb circles my hole, drenching me in my own arousal. Flickers of pleasure wreath into me, arousing me and sickening me at the same time.
How can my body betray me like this? I’m yelling now, my voice hoarse, but—
There’s no one to hear me.
And so I lose the fight.
Josiah sinks the tip of his thumb inside me, and starts working it in and out.
Pleasure bursts through me, and I come with a strangled scream. But he doesn’t stop.
“Again.”
I struggle, tears flashing down my cheek and instantly soaking into the silky quilt beneath me.
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It’ll sting, but then it will go away. It always does. And doesn’t it feel fucking incredible?
What the hell is going on in my head? I’m two places at once, my mind stretching like spiderweb between them. I’m here on Josiah’s bed, another climax building as he fingers my aching, throbbing hole. Wanting him to stop, but silently begging that he’ll just keep using me.
Feels so fucking good.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Candy Cane?”
My eyelids block out everything but a sliver of the world. There’s nothing but fog out there.
Where am I? This isn’t the study.
“Do you like it when I touch you like that?”
Someone moans long and low.
That someone is me.
My head lolls until I’m facing forward again.
Knees. Legs.
I’m propped up on something soft. A shape in front of me, blurring as it moves, anything that moves is a blur.
So instead, I look further. To the painting. To the deer, so delicate and cautious, ears pricked up as she scans the foggy trees.
I wish I’d noticed the predator. Wish I’d heard him coming like she did.
My body’s numb, all but one point. The apex of every single sensation tearing through me blooms from between my legs.
Blood sings in my veins as strong fingers trace a circle around my clit. My legs are spread wide open. I should be ashamed to have myself on display like this, but there’s no emotion, no fear, no panic…no dread of the repercussions of this wicked sin.
“Now it’s your turn,” he says, his jaw bunching as he moves to my side.
His fingers keep circling, circling. I don’t know if he’ll ever touch me. I’ll come apart if he does. There’s a wet spot under me, and it keeps growing the longer he makes me feel this good.
He tugs down his America Made briefs. For a moment, he’s still, watching me, waiting. In that moment, he’s no longer a blur. I can see his tattoo perfectly.
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His fully erect cock perfectly.
He takes my hand and guides it closer until I’m forced to wrap my fingers around his penis. Then he shows me how to stroke him, up and down.
As his fingers circle, circle, circle my clit. Spiraling inward like water down a drain hole. When he touches me, electric fire rips me apart.
I come. My body spasms. My foot kicks out and strikes something next to me on the bed.
I’m still stroking him, still rubbing his smooth, silky cock as he guides my hand. What was that? I need to know. My head lolls to the side.
“Don’t you worry, she’s fast asleep,” he says. He groans loudly. “Look at me, Candy Cane.”
I turn away from my mother’s sleeping form just as Mr. Bale comes onto my stomach. His dick throbs in my hand, and he makes me grip him as tight as I can as he empties every last drop onto my skin.
He smiles, cupping my face in his hand. He looks down at me, pushing open my legs and baring his teeth as if he wants to eat me alive. “Shit, baby girl. If I didn’t have to go to work tomorrow…”
He twists away, and comes back with something small and white trapped between his fingers.
“Say ‘ah’.”
My mouth falls open. The little pill is bitter on my tongue, but I swallow it down, welcoming the oblivion I know will follow.
He slides his hand down my stomach, gathering up his cum, and smears it between my legs. Then he slaps me, so hard that I arch off the bed.
Again.
Again.
Until I’m whimpering…the closest thing to a protest I’ve ever been able to make.
My eyes slide past him, back to the painting.
The fog undulates as my mind unravels. Slowly, ever so slowly, the room goes dark. But even while I’m losing myself, that hand never stops.
I think I come again, there on the edge of consciousness, but I’m not sure. All I know is that I’m glad I’m completely numb for what comes next.
Chapter Forty-Six
Josiah
I’ve held out for so long that my balls are filled with a deep, sullen ache.
Delicious, but torturous.
I love the way she struggles. How does she know how much it turns me on?
Because she’s perfect.
She’s more than wet enough now, and I’ve tormented us both for too long already. She’s tightening around the tip of my finger, and I think that’s because she’s going to come again.
This time, I want to be inside her when it happens.
I part her ass cheeks and push my cock against her hole.
She starts sobbing, twisting, and struggling.
I ignore her. With my legs around hers, she’s trapped.
Her pussy lips are dark with arousal, and I almost change my mind and push into them instead. But after hearing how gloriously she came undone with my finger inside her hole, I can’t imagine what she’ll do when I fuck her there.
It’s impossibly tight. She yells out wordlessly, breathlessly, as I force myself an inch inside her. Then another. Another.
My body’s on fire. Every muscle screams at me for release.
She tightens around me, her sobs ratcheting up my arousal to something surreal.
I thrust hard into her, and she screams. I pull out a few inches and do it again.
I thought she’d bleed, but she doesn’t.
When she comes, I can’t hold back any longer. I leave scratches on her ass cheeks as I grip her and wrench her against me.
The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other fill the room.
“P-P-Please.”
I’m emptying inside her, drawing out my climax by ramming in and out as my cum spurts out alongside my length. I wish I didn’t have to stop, but I’m going soft already, and she’s too tight, her walls pushing me out.
I fall to the bed beside her, stroking my length so I can tease out a last shudder, a final drop of cum. She collapses on her side, her back to me.
“Did I hurt you?” I murmur, going onto my elbow.
She’s still crying.
“Candy?” I touch her shoulder. She falls against me, rolling onto her back. After a last sob, her face goes slack.
She stares up at the ceiling with a
strange twist to her mouth.
“Hey, darling. Speak to me.” I cup her face and turn her to look at me. “Are you okay?”
I know I didn’t imagine her coming. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so violent. There wasn’t blood, but I must have hurt her—
“He raped me,” she says quietly, woodenly.
In that mixed up, fucked up moment, I think she’s talking about me. I sit up in a rush. “Candy, I didn’t mean—”
“He gave me pills.”
I shake my head, my eyes sticking closed for a moment as I fight through the lingering throes of lust clinging to my mind. “Who did? What are you—?”
She rolls her head to the side, and watches me for a moment with an unreadable expression. Then she turns her back on me and curls into a ball. “Hold me,” she says.
I immediately scoop her up into my arms. “Candy, talk to me.”
“Not now,” she says. “Just hold me.”
My mind reels, but my body just wants reprieve.
Rain patters incessantly on the window pane. This close, I can feel her heart beating. Her lungs expanding.
As she relaxes and lets go, so do I.
My mind wanders back to the magazine. To that locked drawer. To the bottle of pills.
Pills.
She doesn’t know what’s she’s saying.
It’s not true.
Can’t be.
But…
Why would she lie?
Chapter Forty-Seven
Candy
A grumble of lightning brings me to the surface. Josiah’s room is briefly illuminated by a far-off bolt of lightning. We’re under his quilt, his large frame curled around mine, our naked bodies flush.
No one can find us like this.
I have to move, but the last thing I want to do is to leave Josiah’s side.
Paralyzed, terrified, there’s nothing I can do but soak in the moment.
Josiah’s smell.
His strength.
The flutter of his breath against the back of my neck.
You’re perfect.
I’ve never felt this safe around anyone before. This…comfortable. And I know I shouldn’t because this is wrong. What we have, what we did…
But it’s okay for Mr. Bale to put his hands on you? It’s okay for him to drug you, and then use you, over and over—?
“Morning, darlin’.”
I squirm, my mouth curling up at the edges at the sound of Josiah’s deep purr. “Hey.”
His fingers graze my skin, trailing up to cup my breast.
He makes a happy sound, his lips brushing my neck and giving me goosebumps. “Could stay here forever,” he says quietly, tracing the outline of my hip bone. “Like this, with you.”
But we can’t, because this is a fantasy. Out there? Out there, we’d have to face reality.
A harsh, terrifying reality I haven’t even begun to figure out yet. That vision—
memory
—that came to me last night shattered my world. But now it feels like it just as easily could have been a nightmarish prank pulled by my imagination. A strange mixture of past and present.
Maybe I just thought I recognized Wayne’s tattoo.
I could have seen his briefs in the wash.
Maybe we swam together once, and I can’t remember—
Why do you lie to yourself like this?
Nausea coils deep in my stomach.
“Josiah—”
“Just a few more minutes,” he whispers. “Let’s just pretend…” his voice fades before strengthening again. “That it could always be like this.”
There’s something different to his voice. I twist a little, reaching up to lay my palm on the side of his face.
He’s right, though. It’s as if we’re cocooned in our own little world, wrapped in this quilt on his bed. Here, it’s only us. It doesn’t matter who we are—only how much we mean to each other.
“If you could go anywhere in the world, where’d you go?” he asks.
“Like…on holiday?”
“Like forever.”
“Uh…” I laugh softly. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.” I shift a little, relishing the touch of his skin against mine. “You?”
His sigh washes against my neck, giving me goosebumps.
“Our beach house in Sandbridge,” he says.
“Really? Why there?”
“Because it’s beautiful. Because no one there knows me…or you.”
Josiah watches me intently with shadows for eyes. Then he leans closer and touches his lips to my cheek. My jaw.
We’re both naked. I’m still aching from his dick in me. But at the same time, my toes curl at the thought that he’s going to kiss me.
Because what we did—that was sinful and raw.
A kiss? That’s not lust…it’s…
Love?
Josiah hesitates, his mouth less than an inch from mine. My heart hammers away in my chest, and I start aching inside when he grows hard for me again.
Kiss me!
But my silent command doesn’t reach him. He bows his head, and kisses my neck, my shoulder. Strong hands grasp at my breast as his cock thickens against my ass.
I squirm away from him, furious at how desperate I was for his lips on mine, when all he wants is to fuck me again. “We can’t let anyone see us,” I snap.
“Candy.” Josiah grasps my wrist, but I pluck my hand away.
I’m suddenly desperate for sleep, and I know I’ll be lying awake for hours trying to figure out what all of this is meant to be…
There’s shit I need to sort out. Things that need to be put in place.
I need time to think, time to form some kind of theory about all of this. A plan of action.
I can’t do that here, with Josiah’s reluctant intimacy constantly battering my mind.
I hunt the bed with shaking hands until I find the clothes he’d stripped from me. My core aches at the memory, but I force myself not to get dragged under again.
“It’s the middle of the night,” he says in a tight voice. “I won’t touch you, if that’s what’s bugging you, but don’t—”
I pause for a moment.
I don’t want to hurt him. Fuck, he’s the only person in the whole goddamn world who might actually feel something for me. Something good. Something…
Right? Ain’t nothing right about this, Candy Cane.
I shake off the thought. Not trusting myself to speak, I leave his room without a word.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Josiah
Why the fuck didn’t you kiss her?
Because she would have pushed me away.
No, it’s not that simple. It would have taken whatever the fuck this is to a whole new level. As it stands, the thought that my father may have laid his hands on her scorches my mind like motherfucking lava.
I doubt he’s back home yet—I’m sure we would have woken up—but I can’t be sure.
I need more information. From Candy, from him.
It’s probably best she left. I wasn’t really sleeping. Instead, I kept drifting in and out of consciousness, waking every time she shifted, falling asleep again when she became still.
I’m tempted to take one of the pills I found in his drawer. At least, that way, I’ll have confirmed one of her claims by the morning.
But then I’d be dead to the world, and she’d be alone and unprotected.
I can’t allow that.
Candy belongs to me now.
She’s mine to protect.
No one else will ever harm her again…except me.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Josiah
I bring Candy a cup of coffee the next morning, and find her shoving her cellphone charger inside a packed suitcase. When she notices me in the doorway, she jumps and lays a hand on her heart.
“You scared me,” she says, brushing away a strand of hair from her face as I come closer.
I hold out her coffee, but I don’t
let go when she wraps her fingers around it. “Were you going to say goodbye?”
Her arms sag when I finally release the cup, and a small wave of coffee splashes over the side and slops onto her carpet.
“I wasn’t leaving yet. I just wanted to be ready in case…”
In case he came back.
“Sit.”
Her eyebrows twitch at the command, but then she sighs and perches on the edge of her bed.
I stand in front of her, and she has to crane her neck to make eye contact. “Tell me everything.”
She drops her gaze.
I grab her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “Everything,” I repeat.
“I don’t remember much,” she says quietly. “Just bits and pieces.”
“Why didn’t you say anything before?”
She shrugs. “It kinda…it came back last night when—”
I let go of her chin, and she takes a sip of her coffee. This time, when she keeps her head down, I don’t force her to look up at me again.
“You said he drugged you.”
She nods.
“How? Did he put it in your drink?”
She shrugs, takes another sip. “Dunno.”
“You don’t remember?”
Candy shakes her head. “I guess whatever he gave me, it might have done something to my memory. Given me amnesia or—”
I put my hand in my pocket. Candy stiffens when she catches sight of the pills on my palm. “They look anything like this?”
“Yes!” She licks her lips. “Where did you—?”
“Doesn’t matter.” The pills go back into my pocket. When I crouch in front of her, she shifts uneasily.
What, now I can’t even be close to her anymore?
I stamp down my annoyance, and force myself not to touch her.
“Finish your coffee, then come downstairs.”
“Wh-where are we going?”
“To the police station.” I turn and head for the door. “You’re going to tell them everything.” When I turn to close the door behind me, Candy’s face is frozen in shock. I pause for a second, and then pull the door closed.
She couldn’t have known about the pills in Dad’s top drawer, but she could still be lying. I have no reason to believe her, despite how things have changed between us.
