Chaotic Love

by Eva Leon

  “Fine,” I cried as the orgasm ripped through me and I shot another load all over myself. “I set the fire to escape. I did it to punish you. I did it to get away.”

  Damon knelt up and undid his pants. His massive cock sprang free and leaked precum onto the floor and on my already sensitive and abused cock.

  “Do you want to go now?” he asked as he stroked his monstrous cock while I watched. “Do you want me to fuck you the easy way or do we do this hard, Finn? Because my cock is going in. It’s up to you how.”

  I never thought in my entire life that I would want sex again. My body was still shaking, but it was with lust. I—my body, at least—wanted more.

  Damon’s hand came up to my throat, and he put just enough pressure that it sent a wave of panic through me once more. I pushed it down.

  “I…” I choked out.

  “I don’t need an answer,” Damon said as he moved his other hand between my legs. “Your tight little ass has already said yes.”

  He moved his hand, and I felt the tip of his cock against my opening for a split second before he pushed into me. Damon was rough. His cock was bigger than any I’d ever had, and he didn’t take it slow. My body didn’t have time to adjust to being impaled on his huge dick.

  Thank god I was so slick from his torture, or it would have felt like he’d ripped me in half. As it was, I was so full and stretched that I felt on the verge of tearing, and he was pounding me into the concrete floor.

  The hand on my throat gripped harder, and I started to see stars. I could barely draw a breath as he withdrew his cock and slammed it into me again.

  His free hand found one of my nipples. Damon pinched it so hard that I would have cried out if I’d had enough breath. He pulled it up and then let go before grabbing the other between his thumb and forefinger. It stung, but they stayed as hard as little pebbles.

  Each stroke of his massive head hit my g-spot. Despite myself, another orgasm was building. I’d never come with a man’s cock inside of me, and I couldn’t help but want it.

  I moved my hips to meet his thrusts as best I could with my ankles tied down and prayed he didn’t stop. What was building inside of me was thunderous, and I knew that I’d be devastated if it ended before I got my release.

  Damon’s breathing got faster, and he began taking short little gasps. He seemed to lose himself in me, and for a second when his eyes met mine, I thought I saw something other than lust and hunger. He brought his lips down and kissed me for a second before drawing back in shock.

  “Oh, god,” he moaned. “Finn.”

  When he said my name, it pushed me over the edge. I felt my ass clamp down and grip his cock. Damon grabbed my shaft and fisted it in time with his thrusts.

  “Oh, fuck,” he growled as his cock pumped me full of his hot cum. Damon rutted harder and rammed into me while he emptied his load inside of my quivering ass.

  When he pulled out of me, I immediately felt the loss of him. I’d expected him to look satisfied or content, but instead, his face was a mask of rage.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Damon

  His ass was so tight and slick, I couldn’t believe how good he felt. My knees were torn up from pounding his butt into the concrete, but I didn’t care. I ignored the pain and kept pounding him.

  Finn’s body tightened up around me as my own climax built. He was moaning and writhing underneath me and eventually began to match my thrusts with his own.

  I tried to hold back, but I couldn’t. He was so tight and slick. I’d never felt anything like it. I punished his nipples even as I brought him close to ecstasy. They stayed hard, and I knew then that he got off on the pain.

  That was it for me. I called out his name as my cock exploded inside of the Omega. He came with me, and his tight asshole milked me of every drop of my sticky eruption.

  When I was finished, I pulled out of him quickly. I’d thought that I’d be happy and satisfied after such a good fuck, but I hated myself.

  I stood up and turned my back on him. I didn’t just hate myself, I hated Finn for making me feel things I didn’t want to face. I’d lost control with him, and it made my skin crawl. I hadn’t waited for Finn to beg for my cock, and that left me frustrated, confused, and furious.

  He looked so scared and bewildered. I didn’t know if I should stay and try to comfort my Omega or get the fuck away from him before he screwed up my head some more.

  After I cut Finn loose, I paced the room. He just sat there watching me like I was a jungle cat who might pounce at any moment. Finn didn’t speak, but that was okay. I wasn’t sure I could handle whatever was going on in his head at the time.

  I decided not to stay with him. The Omega was fucking up my head, and that was dangerous for both of us.

  “Get up,” I barked. “Your room is in there,” I said and pointed toward the small bathroom with the old mattress I’d brought down for him.

  He didn’t move at first, so I grabbed him by the shoulders and led the Omega in. I put my palm in the middle of his back and shoved him in before locking the door behind me.

  Just before the door slammed shut, I’d seen him stumble back onto the mattress. He looked so pale and fragile. Locking him up like that reminded me of when I’d been left for dead. I shook my head and started for the stairs. I couldn’t let that memory back in. I would not let Finn make me remember what it was like to be locked away in a concrete cell.

  But as I crested the top of the stairs, the flashback hit me full force. It was more than just a memory. I could feel the desert heat and smell the sand around me.

  I was in the Middle East on a covert mission. We were a ways from the city about to invade a terrorist compound. Our mission was to take him, and any of his high-ranking officials who happened to be on the property at the time, out quickly and quietly. In and out. Shot to the head. Leave the Omegas and any women, children, and goats alone.

  But it was a trap. The informant who’d given us the intel was working for the terrorists. As soon as we breached the compound’s walls, spotlights came on and we were surrounded by insurgents.

  A firefight broke out that left all but three of us dead. I and two others were taken hostage. I was eventually taken out to a small village and put in a hole in the ground that would be my home for almost a year. But, my first few weeks were spent in a concrete holding cell under the compound.

  It wasn’t much bigger than a closet. I was stripped of my clothes and left with nothing more than a bucket. They led me out of the cell at gunpoint once a day to empty the bucket and get my daily ration of bread, gruel, and water. If I was lucky. On bad days there was no food or water. I never knew what kind of day it would be. Whether I got food and water didn’t have any correlation to my behavior. No one talked to me. No one looked at me, and no one would tell me why I was being held.

  I snapped out of it and sat down at the top of the stairs. Being locked away in a desert prison and feeling like my government had abandoned me was terrifying. It couldn’t have been much worse than what I was doing to Finn. I’d justified it in my mind by thinking that if I made my expectations clear, I was being fair. But that was bullshit, wasn’t it?

  Guilt washed over me and threatened to drown me. How could I leave him down there in conditions not much better than what I’d endured? And the worst part was that I’d chosen to become a soldier. Finn had never chosen his life.

  “Fuck,” I whispered. I noticed the first stirrings of empathy that I’d felt in a long time. I didn’t like it, but it wasn’t a switch. I couldn’t shut it back off.

  I also couldn’t bring him upstairs. Finn might try to set the rest of the house on fire, or he might try to run. The Omega hadn’t chosen to become a sex slave. And he didn’t deserve to be a prisoner, but that didn’t change the fact that he had no idea how to survive out in the world.

  “Fuck,” I said and kicked the step below me.

  I didn’t want to hate him, but I hated the fact that he was making me think about the p
ast. The whole situation made me a mess of emotions. I wanted to punish the Omega, but I wanted to protect Finn, too. But who would protect him from me? There was no one. It was only me, and I had to be a man.

  Chapter Twenty

  Finn

  I sat on the mattress with my knees pulled up to my chest. My cheeks felt hot, and I felt so ashamed. I wanted the things he did to me, and that was humiliating. What was worse was that I thought I might want them again.

  What the hell was wrong with me? I’d never wanted one of my captors before. Even the rare times that my body responded to one of them, I didn’t actually want them to keep doing what they were doing. It was different with Damon.

  I stood up and washed myself as best I could in the old sink. I missed the fancy toothpaste and soap I’d had in my old bathroom. Why was I so stupid? If nothing else, at least I’d had more physical comforts before I started the fire.

  At least then Damon didn’t seem so angry with me.

  He was obviously a terrible person for keeping me prisoner, but I was curious as to whether there was more to him. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. He was a monster, but he wasn’t the devil.

  I could also tell beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would never let me go. I’d have to kill Damon to get free of him, and I didn’t know if I had that in me. Would going to prison for murder be any better? I could claim it was self-defense, but would anyone believe me? No one believed whores. That was one lesson I knew by heart.

  If I wasn’t going to be able to escape, my only other option was to try and make things better. Perhaps if I got to know him, I could learn what would make Damon happy. I was certain that he would treat me better if I made him happy. Look at all the nice things he’d bought for me before I tried to set his house on fire. No one had ever spent money like that on me. Well, they’d spent a lot of money to fuck me, but they’d never done it to give me nice things.

  I made a decision to try harder to please him. When he brought me dinner, I said, “thank you,” and accepted it with a small smile.

  He looked shocked. “You’re welcome, Finn,” Damon said and kissed my forehead tenderly.

  “Will you stay with me while I eat?” I asked.

  “I was hoping you might come around,” he said and led me out of the bathroom.

  In the place where he’d fucked me before was a card table and folding chairs. The ropes and towel were gone. He’d set up a place for us to sit just in case I decided to be good.

  He took the tray with my dinner from my hands and placed it on the table before pulling out my chair for me. “Please, sit.”

  I sat, and he took the chair opposite me. It was a little awkward eating naked, but I was too hungry to care. Plus, the cold metal of the folding chair felt good on my sore ass.

  The food was covered with a little metal dome like I’d seen on television. I had to wonder if he’d expected me to be nice to him or if Damon was trying to make up for the things he’d done to me earlier. Either way, the show of kindness and care wasn’t completely lost on me.

  There was steak, already cut up into bite-sized pieces, mashed potatoes with white cheese, and steamed green beans with butter and little slivers of almonds. My eyes went wide at the sight and smell of the food. I’d never had anything so fancy.

  “What if I hadn’t been good?” I asked. I wondered if he still would have given me the food.

  “I’d like to say that I’d have given it to you anyway, Finn, but there’s a peanut butter sandwich and a glass of milk in the kitchen just in case,” he said somberly. “I would have let you look at this meal before I took it away, though.”

  So, I knew right then and there that I was right. If I was good and respectful, I’d have nicer things. I could work with that. The positive reinforcement was better than being beaten for every little thing. I’d once been beaten unconscious for not saying “thank you” when one of my owners gave me a slice of cold, spoiled pizza. I could be polite in order to get the things Damon seemed to want to give me.

  At least, I knew I could do it for a while. If I earned his trust, then perhaps he’d end up giving me enough freedom that I could make an escape.

  I took a bite of the steak, and the juicy flavor exploded inside of my mouth. It was like nothing I’d ever tasted. Damon laughed, and I realized that I was smiling and wiggling with delight. I took a bite of the mashed potatoes and almost moaned with pleasure.

  When the food was devoured, I had to resist the urge to lick the plate clean. Damon slid my pill across the table to me.

  “You didn’t touch your Coke,” he said and handed me the icy cold bottle.

  I’d only ever had soda once. One of the other boys at Tamara’s and I had snuck it from the kitchen when were supposed to be cleaning. I only got one drink of the sweet, bubbly liquid before we got caught. We paid a dear price for that little bit of soda.

  “Is it all for me?”

  “Yes, Finn. You can have the bottle. That’s why I brought it to you.”

  “Thank you,” I said and gulped half of it down after popping the pill in my mouth. I’d actually begun to look forward to a time when I didn’t need them anymore.

  “How are you doing with the pills? Are they helping?” Damon asked.

  “Why are you keeping me here?” was my response.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Damon

  “If you’re ready to tell me the truth about how you started the fire, then I’m willing to talk to you,” I said.

  “I shouldn’t,” he said and bit his bottom lip in the most delicious way.

  “Well, then I guess we’re done here,” I said and started to get up.

  “Wait. Okay. But, if I tell you, I don’t want you to blame her. I’m not a snitch, and it’s not her fault. It’s all mine.”

  “What are you talking about?” But then it hit me. Leena. Had my housekeeper really tried to help the Omega escape? But then why leave Finn in the basement and call me first? Something didn’t fit.

  “I took the lighter from her when she brought me my food and pill. I smelled cigarette smoke on her, and I knew she probably had the lighter with her. I didn’t think you would let your employees smoke, so I knew she had to be sneaking cigarettes. That meant she had to keep her smokes and her lighter on her. It would’ve been too risky for her to leave them lying around.”

  So Leena had started smoking again, and because of it, Finn had started a fire that could have burnt down my house. And my property—my Omega—could have been killed.

  “Thank you for telling me,” I said. “I’ll deal with Leena.”

  I saw a flash of something in Finn’s eyes, and I could swear it was jealousy. “I didn’t want to snitch,” was all he said.

  I realized why he’d be jealous. Finn thought that I intended to deal with Leena the way I’d dealt with his disobedience.

  “It’s not like that with Leena,” I said, and I saw Finn’s shoulders relax a little. “I won’t punish her the way I punish you. I’m not attracted to her, and she really is just my housekeeper. Finn, I only like a very specific type of Omega. While I love your pretty long hair and the way you look in panties, I need cock and ass. I’ll more than likely just dock her pay for the damages.”

  “Please, don’t,” Finn said. “I’m sure she needs the money.”

  That made me smile. Even in the face of everything Finn was going through, he was worried about others more.

  “It won’t be much. Just enough to remind her to follow the rules. I’ll take a small amount of money for a long time. I can assure you she won’t suffer much, Finn. But I can’t just let it go. Her insubordination could have gotten you killed.”

  “It was my fault.”

  “It was whose fault I say it was. Understand?” I said, and he gave me a little nod. “If we’re going to get along, Finn, you need to remember that I am the Alpha in this… arrangement.” I couldn’t say relationship. It wasn’t a relationship until Finn consented to it.

  “I told you
everything you wanted to know,” he said. “Will you tell me why you’re keeping me here? Tell me what is going to happen to me, please.”

  I wondered if I should tell him the truth? Seeing Finn in the cage at Stanislav’s place made me think about my past. I felt a pull at my heart when I saw him, and I’d never had one of Stanislav’s whores affect me that way. That’s why I’d taken him. I kept the Omega to protect him from a world he couldn’t manage. Instead of answering, I decided I wanted more information from him. I wanted Finn to tell me with one hundred percent certainty why he’d risked his life to start that fire.

  “I will tell you that as soon as you tell me the real reason you almost got yourself killed starting that fire.”

  His shoulders slumped. “When I said that I did it to escape, that was the truth. I just wanted to get away.”

  I could accept that. Maybe he had told me the truth about that part the first time. Finn didn’t know how bad the world could be for an Omega like him.

  “I took you because I don’t like Stanislav. He’s a lowlife piece of shit who abuses Omegas. You were the prettiest of his pets, so I took you for myself. It was the best way to make him pay.”

  He laughed, and I was stunned. “Aren’t you the pot calling the kettle black?” Finn’s voice had turned serious. “You’re just as bad as him. I’m still a prisoner. You still beat me and tortured me with a vibrator.” His cheeks flushed a little. “I’m still not free.”

  I wanted to snap at Finn that I’d treated him much better than Stanislav ever had right up until he tried to burn my house down. But I took a deep breath and considered what he’d said. I’d told the Omega we could have a conversation, and I intended to make good on that promise even if he was being a bit too mouthy for my liking.

  I’d never kept an Omega as a captive before. It wasn’t like I had a revolving supply of sex slaves. I had no idea why Finn had brought out that side of me. I didn’t need him to get laid. There was more than one unattached Omega that hung around the clubhouse who wanted to ride my cock any time I asked. No, I didn’t need Finn, but I was still convinced he needed me.