The Sacrifice (The Covenant)

by Azure Boone

“Very good. Perfect. I want you to rub the head of your cock for me now.”

  He groaned and looked down at himself. He rubbed his head and looked back at her as if to see if he did good.

  “That’s so perfect. Is it making you hot Micah?”

  He nodded quickly, breathing hard.

  “I like to see you hot. Would you like to taste me?”

  His gaze jerked to hers with so much hunger. “Yes.” He nodded. “Can I?”

  Sarah took her finger from her folds and held it to his lips. “Suck my finger.”

  Micah grabbed her hand and stared at her finger, groaning. Sarah whimpered when he closed his eyes and sniffed slowly. Her clit pulsed when he nearly dove on it, sucking it with a startling urgency.

  “You like the taste of me?”

  “I fucking love it.”

  The curse and his deeper tone indicated his adult man had engaged. That was good. She needed him in this too. “Put your face by my pussy Micah. I’m going to make you lick me.”

  He leaned eagerly and Sarah held his head still. “Wait for me to say it.”

  He knelt there, staring at her privates, his only response the desperate hot breaths on her clit. “Such a good man.” She opened her folds and rubbed the tip of her finger on her clit. “I want you to lick me really good right here while you continue to make your beautiful cock so very hard.”

  His tongue was on her before she could move her finger. She liked feeling his tongue that way and so kept her finger there, making him lick around it.

  “Oh God,” she gasped, grabbing his head and pressing herself fully against his mouth now. “That’s so good yes. Lick it faster.” He groaned on her and fluttered his tongue and Sarah pulled his hair with a deep moan. “Don’t stop.” Sarah rocked her hips on his mouth.

  “My cock hurts,” he whispered.

  Pity and desire collided inside Sarah at hearing the young man again. “Stand up.”

  He did as she said and she knelt before him.

  She looked up at him. “Open your legs.”

  He slowly walked his legs wider, his face harshened with agony.

  “That’s good. Now I want you to put it in my mouth.”

  He looked suddenly unsure.

  “Please. I want to taste you. Like you tasted me?” She took his hands and placed them on either side of her head. Sarah took hold of his cock at the base and slid the thick head all over her lips. His fingers suddenly knew what to do and they latched into her hair. “Mmmm. Yes,” she whispered, licking all along his length, drawing desperate groans from him as she did.

  “I need…I…”

  He needed to orgasm. “Just let it come baby,” she whispered, sucking the head vigorously and stroking his tight balls. Micah roared and pulled her hair and thrust his cock deep, hitting the back of her throat.

  She moaned all over him and Micah came undone bucking his hips. “Oh God, oh God!”

  It was almost like he was terrified of what was happening to him. Sarah suddenly needed to comfort him. “Pick me up!” Micah lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him. “In me, put your cock inside me!” she cried in his mouth.

  Micah groaned, a sound of a young man on the edge for the first time. The idea that this was his first orgasm in his mind made her desperate to make it perfect. His cock slid in her and Sarah held his face, keeping his lips touching hers as they both cried out.

  Sarah kissed him again and began moving on him, bringing him back to that edge.

  “Sarah!”

  Again the cry was worried and unsure. “Do it baby. Don’t fight it, make love to me, let it come, make love to me. I love you.”

  He wrapped his arms around her and moved her on his cock, his moans sounding panicked as he gave in to the feelings.

  “That’s it Micah. Don’t stop. God, please fuck me!”

  He suddenly let out a growling roar and Sarah dove on his mouth, wanting to be right there in the midst of it. She devoured his every gasp, kissing his lips and stroking his tongue with hers. “You did it, yes, yes. You did it so good baby.”

  He let out a huge gasp of utter relief and leaned against the wall, still holding her close to him. Sarah snuggled into his body and held him back tight, pressing her face against his.

  He let out another massive moan of relief, mixed with amazement. “Wow. That felt… almost brand new in a strange way.”

  Sarah’s heart clenched hard at hearing the grown Micah’s voice. “It did, didn’t it?” He looked at her, and her tears fell.

  “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

  She shook her head and he kissed her softly. “You were going to clean me. I knew when you said that we wouldn’t get far.”

  She giggled, so very happy.

  “Does this mean I don’t get to do sessions?”

  The worry in his tone was so sweet. “You’re getting sessions young man. No getting out of that. You’ve been… such a bad boy.”

  His grin disappeared at seeing her tears. “I hate when you cry.”

  She shook her head. “Tears of joy. I promise.”

  He kissed softly at her lips. “Good. I don’t like seeing you sad. It hurts me.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Micah suddenly had an urge to have sessions in that second. But he wanted to be the doctor. There were things burning inside him he wanted to talk to her about. “I want to have sessions now. In our room.”

  She held his face in her hands. “Okay, baby.”

  His heart tugged at the endearing term. Then the memory of Shawn stroking her arm and the way she didn’t stop him, smashed the feeling to bits. He led her to their bedroom and locked the door. It was important to talk about it. Get it out. He took the stool from the vanity and put it in the middle of the room. “Sit there.”

  She regarded him with wonder. “I’m having sessions?”

  He undid his jeans, staring through the thin t-shirt she’d put on. “Yes.” He looked at her, an odd feeling hitting him until he wasn’t sure of himself. “Is that… okay?”

  She nodded but the flash of hesitation was noted. She was scared. Why would she be scared of him? His stomach clenched. He didn’t like her scared of him. Not her.

  She sat on the stool and met his gaze. A direct ready-or-not effort.

  “Why would you be nervous, Sarah?”

  She stared at him. “I’m… more curious.”

  Micah sat on the bed, disturbed and feeling crushed with her answer. “Why would you lie?”

  “I am curious.”

  “You’re also nervous. What would you have to be scared about?” He studied her closely.

  “You said nervous, not scared.”

  “What’s the difference?”

  “A lot, Micah. I’m not afraid of you.”

  He held her gaze, suddenly confused by that. “Why wouldn’t you be?” It suddenly made no sense whatsoever that she wasn’t afraid of him. He looked at her suspiciously. Was she pretending? Pretending to trust? Pretending to care? Pretending to love him?

  She’d certainly lied. His sweet virgin. He’d not seen it. Never dreamed it.

  What else was he not seeing?

  He walked around her and stood at her back. Watching. She looked right and Micah felt the distrust in the act.

  “You don’t trust me.” The statement was whispered, a silent observation.

  “Yes I do.”

  Micah tensed at hearing it. “You sound desperate.”

  “Micah! I do trust you, I was just…”

  He slowly walked around till he stood before her. “You were just…”

  She raised her gaze to him, struggling for confidence. “You’ve been through a lot in your life.”

  He stared at her, trying to figure out what that was supposed to mean. “I have.” He waited for her to elaborate. “I didn’t ask for any of it.”

  “I know that,” she said softly. “The trauma you’ve been through… has… has consequences… sometimes.”

  Micah star
ed at her, a sick feeling in his stomach. “What did Shawn tell you?”

  She stilled with a look of confusion. “No. He didn’t.”

  “He didn’t?” Micah watched her every expression carefully. “Are you sure?”

  “What do you mean, am I sure.”

  He lowered to his knees before her so they were eye level. “I mean…” he placed his hands on her bare knees, looking between her legs at the white cotton covering her sex. He raised his gaze back up to hers. “Are you sure you’re not hiding something? Again?”

  Fear leapt from her eyes and punched him in the gut. “It’s not what you think.”

  Despair escaped him in a gasp. He closed his eyes, fighting to process his feelings while figuring out what was going through her mind. “Just tell me what he fucking told you. Is it the murders? The way I murdered them? Is that it? I never pretended I was clean, Sarah, in fact, I made it pretty plain who I was once I confessed the truth.”

  “No, it’s not that Micah.”

  “Then what, Sarah! Did he try to kiss you again? He’s always fucking touching you and you…” Micah’s jaw hardened as he stared at her. “You just let him. Like you like it. Is that what you’re hiding? Your feelings for him?”

  Micah could hardly stand to ask for fear of the answer. She shook her head rapidly. “No. I only want you, Micah, I only love you. You’re the only man that I want. I promise you.” Tears rolled down her cheeks with the desperately whispered words.

  “Then what are you scared of! I see it! I smell it, I taste it! Don’t fucking lie to me!”

  She held her hands out, wrists together. “Bind me. I’m not afraid. Do whatever you want to me.”

  He stood and put his back to her, his heart racing, his arousal kicking in. “Not with real restraints.” He turned and met her tender, worried gaze. “How about I bind you with words.”

  She held his gaze then slowly lowered her hands before uttering the heated words, “Do it. Bind me with your words.”

  Micah’s excitement was getting to an unfamiliar point. Mixed with these new emotions, he flailed in the strange waters. Hot boiling waters. “Take off your shirt.”

  She did as he said and Micah got naked and knelt before her. “Leave your panties on and open your legs wide.” His words were firm but he didn’t feel an ounce of the strength.

  She did as he said and Micah’s breath came quickly as his excitement built with his emotions; namely jealousy and anger. He even recognized fear. Not fighting it, he laid on the floor at her chair, his legs open, his cock right below her. He watched her stare at him, her excitement making her breasts rise and fall. Her arousal took away his fear and he grabbed the base of his cock and began slowly jacking himself off while cupping his balls.

  “I want to tell you what they did to me, Sarah. While you watch me feel good.”

  Tears filled her eyes and she looked at him, a silent please no on her face.

  Micah’s body shuddered and he opened his legs wider. He wanted her to know what they did to him. And how it made him feel. “When I was seven, my mother did things to me and my father—”

  “NO!” Sarah gasped, shaking her head. “NO! I won’t.”

  Micah’s cock ached with a vengeance at her reaction. “Yes,” he rasped. “Listen to what they did.”

  She closed her eyes and shook her head more. “No. Just stop it! I won’t fucking do it.”

  Micah sat up at her vehement words, turmoil rocking him, fighting to understand his feelings. His mind said he should be pissed but a strange hunger and joy made him tingle. “You said you would let me bind you with words.”

  She opened her eyes, a look of utter devastation straining her face. “I can’t.” The words croaked. “I can’t hear it, I can’t, not while…” she shook her head.

  “Not while I feel good?” He stroked her face. “That’s all my body knows, Sarah. They raped it into me. Made me love it.”

  She shook her head, vigorously. “I don’t care, I don’t care,” she wailed. “I won’t listen! I won’t!”

  “So you lied.”

  “Yes, I lied!” She stood and he looked up at her. “There are things I cannot do that you should never ask me, Micah! Renouncing God…” she half wailed, wiping the tears falling, “and making me watch you hurt. I can’t. I would rather die!”

  Her words made him desperate. Desperate for something he didn’t understand. Micah snatched her hand and pulled her onto him, wrapping her in his limbs tight. She didn’t fight him, she only wailed weakly, “Please don’t hurt, please, please. Don’t make me see you hurt.”

  All those strange emotions rushed into his chest like an avalanche. She grieved for him. He buried his mouth in her hair, straining against what that did. Her love ripped through the black cocoon around the dirty secrets of his heart and he couldn’t contain his sob. He couldn’t contain the words that haunted him. “They hurt me!”

  Sarah wailed in his ear and he latched on to that love, desperate. “I’m so sorry,” she cried. “God, I’m so sorry! I love you! I love you, Micah. More than my life!”

  The awful depth of her despair blasted through his heart like a battering ram. Just like when she’d slammed into him on that cliff to save his life, her love slammed into him, overwhelming him, overtaking him, dragging him into a violent river of past horror. “Sarah!” He pressed his face in her neck and grabbed on to her, the pain making him wail. “They hurt me!” he sobbed, holding on tight. “Mom and dad hurt me!” Micah had never felt so terrified in his life. And never had he felt so safe.

  Chapter Twelve

  Micah turned at hearing footsteps. He smiled in relief at seeing Sarah shuffle into the kitchen, making her way to the table where he sat. His smile grew as she approached half asleep, wearing an adorable old fashioned white cotton gown. With her hair sticking up on the right side, she was angelic as she plopped down across from him at the little breakfast table next to the octagon shaped window.

  “Morning.” She said it with her eyes closed in a soft sigh that made Micah need to touch her. He got up and slid in to the booth style seat with her and she immediately collapsed into his chest like she were falling back into bed.

  Micah chucked. “It is too early.” He held her in his embrace and let his hand devour the feel of her, stroking from her head, down as far as he could reach, then slowly back up.

  Sarah wrapped her arms around him and snuggled her face into his chest. “Mmmmm.”

  It was the sweetest sound Micah had ever heard. It said God, yes, and, I missed you, and I love you. “How did you sleep?”

  This time she gave a sultry moan that spoke to Micah’s cock. “Amazing, thanks to you.” She readjusted her embrace tighter then went back to her sleepy moans. “Why are you up?”

  “I couldn’t sleep.”

  “Are you okay?” The half worried words muffled in his chest.

  “I’m fine.” He eyed the peaceful morning outside and the perfectly manicured half acre yard. Everything felt wrong. Inside and out. Like something was seriously… just wrong. “I was thinking,” Micah said.

  “Tell me,” she muttered, not moving.

  “We should move.” Micah fought to keep the alarm out of his voice, not wanting to scare her.

  She lifted her head and stared at him, searching his face. “What’s wrong?”

  Shit. He shook his head a little and wrapped his hand around the red ceramic mug that held his cold coffee. “I just… have a bad feeling.”

  She pulled away more. “For how long?”

  He gasped a laugh. “That’s a good question.”

  “Worse than normal bad?”

  “Yeah.” He rotated the cup in a circle on the table. “Worse than normal.” He took in a breath and she faced him completely.

  “You should always tell me.” She placed a warm hand on his face. “I trust your instincts. We’ll do whatever you think we need to.” The relief coupled with love brought a huge sigh and she moaned in sympathy, kissing him. “We’ll tel
l Shawn—”

  “No.” He took her hand in his. “Nobody. We tell nobody.”

  She stared at him, and he hated the concern in her eyes. “Okay baby.” Her words were soft as she nodded. “Nobody. We’ll tell nobody.”

  To see her implicit trust flooded him with joy and he pulled her into a tight embrace. “Can you pray for me?”

  She pulled away and looked at him.

  He shrugged and looked down. “Or… maybe you could teach me how?”

  The light in her eyes and smile lit his world. “I’d love to baby.”

  He grinned and nodded, angling a look at her. “Okay.”

  “Now?”

  Micah bit his lower lip. “You think?”

  “Yes absolutely.”

  “I mean maybe we should…” he shrugged a shoulder, feeling stupid. “Prepare.”

  She looked at him, confused, making him feel even more inadequate. “There is nothing to prepare sweetheart. There is only the throne of God, waiting for your sweet presence.”

  Micah’s heart and stomach jerked at those impossible words. He gasped a little. “I don’t know…” he shook his head. “Feels so wrong. Like… I could never be clean enough to be in His presence.”

  “Oh no, no, no,” she whispered, tenderly, taking his hands. “You have no idea how long God has waited for this moment.”

  Micah looked at her, unable to hide his dumbfounded awe. “You really think so?”

  “Put your hands together.” She sat forward and clasped her hands, ready to take him to the throne of God.

  Micah copied her.

  She nodded. “Very good. Just so you know, there is no special way to do this, you are free to do as you wish, but this is how I do it when I do it formally.”

  He nodded. “I like formal for this.”

  She lowered her head and closed her eyes. “And then I pray.” She paused briefly and began. “Did you see Micah’s face when I walked in a while ago? He’s so beautiful God. Thank you so much for blessing me with the best man in all the world. I don’t know what I did to deserve him but thank you God. From the bottom of my heart.”

  Micah struggled to breathe as she wiped tears from her face.

  “Anyway, he’s worried right now. And he thinks we should leave but he’s unsure. Could you please give him wisdom Father? And strength. And let him know how very much we both love him? Thank you for everything you do, God. Please help us both to be strong in whatever comes our way. Please guide us. We love you.