by Ally Vance
Breaking away I attempt to move back, but he attacks my neck: kissing, biting, tasting, and I’m fucking helpless to do anything but let him. I thought I was making him mine, but Kade is owning me in this moment. I ought to stop this and confess everything I’ve kept buried for so long. I should admit all of my past mistakes, but the feel of his tongue, lips, and teeth on my skin is driving me to distraction. There’s nothing but me and him. I want to keep up the pretense this is normal, and we’re simply an ordinary couple; there’s nothing simple or ordinary about our relationship, though. It’s sick and twisted, but I don’t fucking care because I want this…I want Kade, and nothing is going to stop me from getting what I want, not even the truth.
“Fuck, Kade. What are you doing to me?” I rasp, and when he chuckles, his breath tickles my neck.
“Whatever the fuck I want,” he answers cockily.
I roll my eyes at his typical teenage response and gently push him away. His face falls in confusion as I let out a heavy sigh. Guilt twists my stomach because I’ve got to tell him.
“Kade…” I begin, but the sound of his stomach rumbling interrupts what I was about to say, and I chuckle when he looks embarrassed.
Still chuckling, I say, “By the sounds of it, you’re just as hungry as I am. I’ll make breakfast, and we can continue this later.”
Kade’s eyes darken at my words, becoming more brown. The stark change in color makes them almost a perfect mirror to mine. I grip the counter on either side of him, and angling in, I kiss him hard, fast, and deep before pulling back and leaving him gasping when I finally move away to prepare us something to eat.
Chapter 9
Kade
Emmett keeps diverting me, but I’m not about to drop it. I don’t know what’s bothering him so much, but I intend to find out. Unease turns my stomach as I begin to wonder exactly how bad the situation must’ve been for him to have been forced to leave town over it.
Mom was so tight-lipped about Emmett, and I know they were friends. It has me wondering…how well did they really know each other? He knew my dad too; all his life, he said, so they must have grown up together. Emmett won’t talk about my mom, or why he left town, but maybe I can get him to tell me more about my dad instead.
I need something…anything to quieten my mind from all the crazy scenarios whizzing through it at high speed. The only thing I keep cycling back to is that maybe Emmett and Dad were really close until my dad met my mom. Maybe that’s why Emmett was forced to leave? Because he’s gay and Dad wasn’t. That explanation doesn’t feel right, though. Dad never seemed the type to be prejudiced, and both him and Mom were really good about me coming out a couple of years back. I could tell there was some disappointment, but they never made me feel bad about it. They never made me feel any less loved.
I suppose if Emmett had feelings for my dad, it may have been awkward between them, but that doesn’t seem enough to cause such a rift between them all. Anyway, I hope that’s not the case; it'd be a little weird that Emmett was at one time attracted to my dad and now me. I shake the thought away. No, it must be something else. An unreciprocated crush isn’t a reason to run away, and it doesn't make Emmett a bad guy like Mom said he was.
“Emmett,” I say while slowly moving across the kitchen to take a seat at the table.
“Yeah?” he responds distractedly as he grabs some mugs to make coffee before pulling out a frying pan and the ingredients to make chocolate chip pancakes.
“You said you knew my dad all your life, but how did you know him?” I ask.
The sound of breaking china makes me jump, and I’m taken aback by the harshness of Emmett’s response. “Kade. I don’t want to talk about Preston, any more than I want to discuss your mom. Will you just drop it?”
“Why not? Why won’t you just tell me?” I persist, raising my voice.
“Because it’s fucking complicated and painful, and I just can’t!” he shouts.
“You know what? Fuck you, Emmett. You snatched me and brought me here, and that’s not okay. But hey, I accepted it because it was better being here with you than it was at home with Mom and her asshole boyfriend Shane,” I snap, shoving the chair back with an earsplitting screech of wood on tile.
I get to my feet, glaring at Emmett who is glowering back at me with an expression I can’t fathom. Right now I don’t want to know what he’s thinking.
“Keep your fucking secrets, Emmett. I’m leaving,” I tell him, stomping from the room and heading out the front door.
The weather has improved, and even though the nearest town is supposedly miles away, I couldn’t care less. I’d rather walk for hours than stay here with him another minute. He doesn’t trust me, but having abducted me, he expects me to blindly put my faith in him when he’s given me no reason to.
“Kade!” I hear Emmett’s thundering voice echo through the trees as he calls after me.
I don’t turn around, and I don’t stop. I take off at a run without looking back. Thankfully, there seems to be some sort of dirt road ahead, and I follow it. The sound of a car starting reaches my ears, and I know he’s coming after me, but I've got no intention of going back to the house with him and remaining his prisoner.
When the noise of the engine gets closer, I duck into the trees and crouch behind a bush. I don’t want him to find me. I don’t want to go back. I can’t stay with him, living a life of secrets and lies. Even if whatever truth he’s hiding hurts, I’d rather hear it and decide for myself than remain in the dark. I need him, but I don’t feel he has the same regard for me.
The pain in his voice when I questioned him makes me wonder if I should’ve pushed him for answers like I did. But the warnings Mom gave me about him combined with his evasive and defensive behavior have me thinking it’s either something big or really bad…maybe both.
One thing’s for sure, I’ll get to the bottom of it even if I have to interrogate Mom when I get home. The curiosity is a burning, unquenchable need within me; it’s almost as powerful as the feelings I’ve developed for Emmett. Is it wrong to fall for your captor?
I snort quietly to myself, crouching down farther into the bush when I see the headlights pass over the thick foliage I’m hiding behind. I’m a damned fool, but I won’t be led on or lied to. Relationships don’t work that way, and I don’t need to be as old as Emmett to know that.
The car drives slowly up and down the rough road, and the wheels carve deeper tracks into the damp soil the more Emmett travels back and forth. I stealthily make my way down the dirt road, staying within the tree-line and hiding from view whenever he drives past me. A few times I feel like he’s spotted me, but when he keeps going, I silently press on, thankful to have evaded his searching eyes.
I've no idea how long I’ve been walking and dodging the trees and Emmett, but the sky is darkening and not just with clouds, so I know it’s been more than a few hours. Night approaches, and I’m feeling the effects of not having eaten anything since the previous day. I sway on my feet, dizziness overcoming me and blurring my vision for a moment.
The faint sound of the car approaching me makes my heart race, and I know I need to hide. I turn to run, but I’ve barely managed to take a few steps before I trip over a rock and go sprawling to the ground. Shit. I get to my feet, legs struggling to hold me up, but when I hear the car draw to a stop behind me, I take off at a run. A haze swims in front of my eyes, and I desperately try to blink it away. I need to keep moving.
“Kade,” Emmett calls, and I know he’s spotted me. Damn it!
I keep moving, doing my best to keep my footing, but I can feel the last dregs of my energy slipping away from me. I crash through the undergrowth, and low hanging branches whip at my face. I don’t stop, though; I can’t stop. I can hear him getting closer. I put on a final burst of speed in a desperate bid to stay ahead, but it’s no use. I no longer have the reserves left to carry on. A hand closes around my arm, and I’m pulled against a hot, hard body. I struggle weakly, trying to break free.
“I’ve got you. Stop running. I told you before you’re not going anywhere,” Emmett whispers in my ear, and I know I’m caught.
His words are possessive, and as much as I want to resist him, I feel something stir in my chest at the knowledge he came after me. He didn’t give up searching when I ran. I know I shouldn’t feel this way…what the fuck is wrong with me?
“Let me go!” I shout breathlessly. My throat is dry, and my voice is weak, but I’m not prepared to give in…no matter what my stupid heart is telling me.
“You fucking scared the shit out of me when you ran off like that,” he fumes, and I can hear the undertone of worry beneath the anger.
“Well, maybe if you hadn’t kept me in the dark and actually trusted me, then I wouldn’t have had to run, and just because you’ve caught me this time, doesn’t mean I’m going to stop trying again and again. I won’t be chained,” I inform him.
“Yeah, well if I have to, then I’ll chase you down again and again. I’ll never stop searching for you. You belong to me now, Kade. I’m not letting you go,” he retorts, pulling me tighter to him.
My lungs seem to freeze as the heat of his body seeps into mine. I let out a shiver; I hadn’t realized how cold I’d gotten. Involuntarily, I push back against his body, trying to absorb more of his warmth. He groans in my ear, and I feel his cock begin to harden between us until it’s digging into my back.
I shouldn’t want him after everything that’s happened between us, but damn it all to hell, I do.
Chapter 10
Emmett
Now I’ve got him, I know I won’t let him get away from me again. I was so focused on simply being with Kade and hiding the sickness within me that I let him slip through my fingers and run. He’s not going to let this go, any more than I’ll let him go.
Kade’s no longer fighting. He’s pressing up close to me and rubbing against my stiffening cock that I’m aching to sink into him.
“You’re mine, Kade, and I’m about to fucking own you. Are you ready for me?” I whisper in his ear, grinding my hardness into his ass.
Nipping at his lobe, I run my tongue down his neck, eliciting a soft whimper from his lips. With a firm grip, I lead him back to my car, which I left parked at the side of the road. There’s no way I’ll be able to wait until we’re back at the house to claim him. Thankfully, I have a few packets of lube and condoms in the glove compartment.
When we get to the car, I open the passenger door and grab the lube. I forgo the condoms because I want him to feel every inch of me, and I want to fill his ass with my cum. I get checked regularly, so I know I’m clean, and Kade’s inexperience is a clear indicator that I’ll be his first. That thought fills me with a burning possessiveness.
“On your knees,” I order, gently pushing him down onto the ground.
Kade silently obliges, and I can feel him trembling slightly when I run a hand down his back.
“What are you going to do?” he asks nervously.
“I’m going to fill this ass with my thick cock and show you exactly who you belong to,” I tell him, squeezing one of his fleshy asscheeks that tenses in my grip before relaxing again.
“I-I’ve never had sex before,” he stutters, and the confirmation makes my cock twitch in my pants.
“I can’t promise I’ll go easy on you, but I promise you’ll enjoy it,” I say as I reach for his sweats, tugging them down around his knees.
The light from inside the car shines out, faintly illuminating his pale skin, and I run my fingers down the seam of his ass. I tease the puckered ring of muscle, that contracts at my touch. Then placing the lube on the ground next to me, I spit on my finger and ease it inside him while I reach around with my other hand to fondle his balls. Soft moans reach my ears, and I smile as I continue to prep him, adding more saliva and fingers, stretching and loosening the muscle, and getting him ready for me.
Kade’s moans fill the air, and I grip his cock firmly as I start moving my hand up and down the rigid length. I continue pumping into his ass with my fingers, keeping up the pace until he comes with a groan and garbled pleas before slumping on the ground, panting beneath me. I grab the packet of lube, tear the top off, and slather the substance over my cock and his asshole before dipping my lube covered fingers back inside. Next time, I’m going to fuck him with my tongue, but right now Kade needs to know exactly who owns him. As I lift my aching cock and press the tip against his quivering hole, Kade tenses at the contact.
“Breathe, and relax,” I reassure him through gritted teeth, but I can barely restrain myself.
Pressing into him, I groan when his ass slowly accepts the intrusion and the head of my cock slips inside.
“Hurts,” Kade whimpers, tensing before releasing again and sucking me in deeper.
“Fuuuuuck!” I curse, and I lose control slamming into his body until my hips kiss his ass, and Kade’s yell of pain echoes around us.
I’m panting hard, my heart is racing, and my cock is throbbing inside his hot, tight ass. I’m balls deep inside my fucking son, and I’m elated because this feels better than I ever could’ve imagined.
“Goddamnit, you’re so fucking tight. So perfect,” I grunt, easing out before I jerk back into him.
“It hurts,” he whimpers again, and I groan.
“Not for long, I’ll make it feel better,” I promise him, angling myself to thrust deeper and hit the spot inside him that will make him see fucking stars.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” he cries out when I find the right position, and I can practically see his eyes rolling back in his head even though he’s facing away from me.
I finally manage to regain some control and slow down as I grind against him. Kade groans and pushes back against me, and I watch in the low light as my cock slides in and out of his body.
“You’re mine, Kade,” I growl, picking up the pace again until I’m pounding mercilessly into him.
His cries of pleasure mix with my own heavy grunts. My chest is burning, and it’s taking everything in me to make this last. I want to savor this moment, but he feels so damn good beneath me, and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to hold on. Then suddenly, just as I can feel myself getting close, I experience an urgent need to let him know exactly who’s owning him right now.
“You want to know the truth?” I say; each word punctuated by a punishing thrust.
I’m no longer sure who I’m punishing, me or him?
“Preston was my brother,” I admit, my voice rough with pleasure, and I lean forward over his body to look at his face.
“What…?” Kade yells, but his question is cut off by his own moans when I reach around and cup his balls, running my fingers over the sensitive area before pressing them against his taint.
“Your mom was my girlfriend, and when they found out I wanted them both, they blackmailed me and forced me to leave,” I snarl, ramming into him and wrenching a howl from his lips.
I feel bad about hurting him, but I also know how good it feels to be fucked like this: the mind-blowing mix of pain and pleasure combined. I grind against him again, applying pressure to that spot inside him, which I know is driving him wild. His cries reach a frantic pitch, and he starts squirming beneath me, chasing the orgasm only I can give him.
“What do you mean? You’re my uncle?” he gasps before letting out a long cry as his tight ring contracts and pulses around my cock.
Fuck, I’m going to come.
“You’re my fucking son, and you belong to me,” I bite out as I come with a roar and slam my hips forward one final time, burying my cock deep inside his ass and filling him with my cum.
Chapter 11
Kade
My mind goes completely blank with pleasure as an orgasm rips through me out of nowhere, rendering me completely helpless beneath the waves of pleasure rolling through my body while Emmett pounds into me with his cock.
As I come down from the high, his words start to sink in and nausea turns my s
tomach. I can’t move, though, because I’m a slave to him…to my own fucking dad. He mercilessly takes my ass until he thrusts deep one last time, and heat radiates through me from the inside as he fills my body with hot jets of cum spurting into me.
I don’t know what to think. Shock, disgust, and a twisted arousal burn my insides. This is wrong, sickeningly wrong, but a messed up part of me wants more. Emmett doesn’t feel like my dad. No one could ever be a dad to me other than the man who raised me; the one person I always looked up to.
Emmett pulls out of me slowly, and I hiss with pain as his cock slips free from my body. I slump to the ground panting as I sort through my thoughts, trying to understand this messed up situation, but I’m too exhausted. The chase earlier, followed by being fucked on a forest floor, and finally the shocking confession is all too much, and I feel myself slip into unconsciousness.
Slowly opening my eyes, I groan when the light trickling through the blinds shines into them. Gingerly, I stretch out in bed, wincing as all of my muscles protest against the movement. Everywhere hurts: my arms and legs are stiff, my back aches, and I’m painfully aware of a residual soreness in my ass.
The events of yesterday come flooding back, and I jerk upright. I instantly regret it when my whole body screams at the sudden movement, and I let out a pained hiss. Emmett is my dad. I don’t know what to make of that revelation, or how to rationalize the complicated feelings I have for him. I’m falling for my dad. What the fuck is wrong with me? Worse still, why don’t I feel sickened by the thought of what’s happened? I shouldn’t have this sort of connection with him, let alone want to act on it. It’s wrong. It’s fucked up, but heck, a huge part of me wants to do it all over again. Deep down, a tiny spark inside of me is desperate to disregard this newfound connection and relish in the one we’ve built together during the fortnight I’ve been here with him.
