by Amber Faye
His hand doesn’t waste time, diving right underneath, tracing around my clit, sending waves of ecstasy up my body. I push myself into his arms, and I find my mouth now kissing his biceps, my tongue tracing his skull tattoos.
I feel insane in the heat and the madness of it all. What just happened? Where is he taking me? Will he be any worse than my brother? It all dissolves again as Gage’s fingers end their teasing and push up deep inside me. I bite down on his arm hard and let out a squeal.
“Oh Gage, what are you going to do with me?” I ask. I look up into his eyes. He doesn’t answer, because I know what the answer is. It’s the answer I’ve been secretly hoping for since the night I first laid eyes on him.
He’s going to do whatever he wants, and I’m going to let him.
Chapter 6
Gage
She’s practically melting in the seat by the time we get to the cabin. I had wondered on the drive over if it might still be here, the tiny cabin nestled just under the escarpments of West Texas. The place where I had laid out plans with Damian on our big schemes and dreams.
Now it’s where I’m going to lay down his sister.
My arm is throbbing from where she bit me. I know she couldn’t help herself, her brown hair brushing up against my arms, her hips moving against my fingers as I push all the right places. My cock is so hard during the drive that I think it might just rip through my work pants. I can feel her breath against me as I work her pussy with my free hand.
“Fuck Karlee. You’re like a flash flood down there,” I say. It’s true. She’s so wet it’s hard to concentrate. “Do you like me feeling deep inside you? Do you like me making your pussy so wet?”
“Fuck, yes. Gage,” she says. She seems like she’s in a daze, and staring at her holding onto me, her panties now laying on the floor of my truck. It takes everything in me to not push her down on the seat and fuck her senseless right now. But through the haze of fire clouding my vision, I pick up on something beneath the greedy tempo on my fingers and the eager bites on my shoulder.
“Are you a virgin, darling?” I ask. I work my fingers a little harder.
“Yes,” she says in a gasp.
“Well, I’m going to teach you how to fuck. Do you want me to fuck you hard, Karlee?” I pull her in and gently breathe around her ear. I can tell by her trembling that she feels small and helpless.
“You just have to promise me one thing,” I say. She bites her lip and looks at me like I’m about to punish her. She nods meekly.
“You’re not to come until I tell you to. Don’t you dare. You hear me?”
My hands push hard on the sensitive part in her, and she pushes her breasts forward, like coming out for air.
“Oh God, Gage. Yes!”
I don’t waste any more time. I pick her up off the seat and she wraps her body around me as I head to the cabin. Her head buries into my neck. I can feel her pushing into my cock as it surges through my jeans. The smell of her pussy is clinging to me now. I’m so fired up I kick through the door. The room is bare except for a couch. I don’t even have the patience to get to the bedroom.
I throw her down on the couch, and I get a glimpse of her slit as she looks up, a look of fearful excitement on her face. I take off my shirt and my cock aches as I look down at her. I grab the edges of her shirt and pull hard. I tear her shirt in two, revealing her perfect tits. Her face is even more shocked, but she moans in pleasure as I taste her nipples. I had been thinking about this moment since the moment I saw her in that sheer nightshirt. It was time to make it happen.
I stand up and take her glistening body in, and I a quake through my body that sends a shock wave through my manhood. I undo my pants, and my cock stands tall. Karlee cautiously comes closer, looking at it with tentative, shy glances.
“Can I—Can I put it in my mouth?” she asks. It’s so innocent, it makes my cock hurt.
“Baby, I want you to put it in until you taste the whole thing. I want it to tickle your throat, Karlee.”
She does exactly what she’s told, and I feel her restless lips take me in. I guide her head, and she grabs my ass to pull herself in even harder.
“Just take it all in, Karlee. Right to the base.” I can feel her moan, and it sends spasms that I can feel touching the back of her throat. She’s taking it like she’s done this before, and I have to hold back from unleashing a torrent in her mouth.
I look down to watch her massage my dick with her mouth. Her eyes are now locked with mine, and I see for the first time the ravenous quality about them. She’s had her first taste of my cock, and now there’s no going back. I feel the warmth come off as she pushes herself back onto the couch and opens her legs for me. She runs a hand over herself, and I can see how wet she is. I go in to taste her. I bury my face in her, my tongue working brushing her clit in a rhythm that lines up with her soft whimpers. I stop. She gives me a look of sad impatience.
“Don’t you dare fucking come until I tell you to,” I remind her. Then I take her to the edge again. I feel her legs slide over my shoulders, her back arching into me as I grab her waist and pull her in. She’s right there, but she’s obeying me like a good little girl.
“Oh Gage, please let me come,” she begs, the words barely making it out.
“What did I say?”
I keep working until her thrashing seems like it’s becoming unbearable. My cock throbs like a branding iron. She begins to jerk her hips when I finally feel ready.
“Now you can come. Right when I stick this cock in your tight little pussy.”
“Yes!” she screams. I grab her by the throat as I enter her. The moment is explosive. She pushes on me hard as my hand squeezes her neck. Her eyes roll back in ecstasy, and I feel a flood as my cock slides into her tight cunt.
“Now I’m going to fuck you raw, Karlee. I want you to scream every time I make you come. I want you to know that your pussy belongs to me.”
“Yes. Gage. Yes.”
The night is a long one, and she screams herself raw. Each time I slide inside her, I find something inside weakening. Each time, I find something darker in her. The twinkle in her eyes, the way her eyes meet mine as she takes my cock in her mouth. She’s embracing the dark part of me, and I find myself thinking that I might have a new prison, and at least for tonight, it’s got me firmly inside her.
Chapter 7
Karlee
I feel exhausted and empty. My hands are tied to the headboard, my mouth gagged with the remains of my own shirt. I feel my body hurting in ways I’d never felt before. My mind is foggy, and my legs shiver from the workout of the past day.
Gage has had me tied up since that explosive episode.
“I need to keep you safe, and I don’t want you running away,” he says. There’s a tinge of sadistic malice in it, but it’s carnal, unchained. It’s like nothing I’ve experienced before, and I find dark corners in myself becoming visible that I didn’t know were there.
Gage is at the window, staring out at the landscape. He’s shirtless, and the early morning sun highlights his torso. His muscles are defined, as if they’re chiseled right out of the sandstone that covers the Texas landscape. I feel my privates pulse out again, yearn for his cock in me again. I hear the thought in my head and can’t believe it’s only been a day. The last 24 hours have been a dizzying array of ecstasy and fear mixed together in a sordid fountain of pleasure.
In the past day, I’ve gone from being a tiny bird stuck in the shadow of my brother, helpless to get out of Hico Canyon, to finding some inner burning desire. Since my parents died, I’d always followed the things my mother drilled into me. Be good, be obedient, know your place. It hadn’t been much help after they were gone, my brother being the only role model left. But that changed with Gage. He’s forceful and rough, but it’s awakened some power inside myself.
I see the way he fucks me with his eyes, and then follows up with his large cock slipping inside me. He takes me in whatever way he wants
, so I’m still obedient. But depending on your definition of good, well, it may be too late for that. From taking in all of Gage in my mouth, riding him like a rodeo cowgirl, to releasing a torrent over the sheets every time he makes me orgasm, my time being a good girl is over.
I’m still obedient though, just the way Gage likes me. With my hands tied behind my back, it’s hard to do anything but what he wants me to do. When he asks me to scream his name as he grabs my hips and shoves himself deep inside me, I scream myself raw. When he demands I open myself up so he can swallow my pussy up, I do it like a student trying to please her stern taskmaster. I can’t believe that just a few years ago I was at Sunday school, afraid of even looking at a boy, thinking about a peck on the cheek.
Gage moves the curtains back on the window and comes back over to the bed. He sits beside me, and despite having sampled almost every part of me, he still probes my body with dark, volcanic stares.
He places his hand on me, his touch cool as it starts on my stomach, moving up to caress my breasts, then holds my face. His eyes seem hard, but there’s a soft concern lurking underneath. Finally, he reaches up and undoes the knots on the headboard.
I breathe a sigh of relief, as if it’s the first time I’ve taken a breath since this all began. I lean up and pull myself next to Gage. I think about clothes, but realize that I don’t even have a top to wear. The flashback to the moment brings a tiny thrill in me, but Gage’s face quickly puts a damper on whatever fires his touch stoked inside me. His brows are furrowed and for the first time since I met him, I see a hint of worry.
“Gage, what’s wrong?” I ask. He puts out a hand and grabs mine. It’s such a soft and unusual gesture, it catches me off guard.
“I told you I’d keep you safe, Karlee, but I know they’re coming.” He says. I can see his free hand rhythmically balling up, clenching and relaxing. There’s a tension in him. I put my arms around his shoulders, and I can feel how taut he is.
“Who, Gage?”
“Your brother and the sheriff. The Carlsons. This is where it all went down, Karlee. Right here in this cabin. At the time, I thought I just got the short end of a deal gone sour. But now I realize that your brother sold me out.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“What does that mean? What happened?” I ask.
Gage doesn’t immediately respond. His body tenses under my hands. He grunts roughly.
“We had a deal to steal some cattle off the Bar K Ranch. It all went well, but in the end the Carlsons reneged on their end of the bargain. Your brother pleaded, said he had to look after his kid sis.” He turns his body towards mine, places his hands on my thighs. They grip me like the jaws of a lion snapping onto a gazelle.
“I ended up taking the rap myself. Every day, I imagined I’d get revenge somehow. When your brother visited me halfway through my sentence, he made the mistake of showing me your picture.”
I brace myself for something, unsure what it might be. I’m ready for anything.
“When I saw your innocent little face, I knew I wanted to dominate it. I wanted to tie you down and fuck you hard, fuck you for all the wrongs that happened to me. I wanted to make you pay and suffer for the shit your brother did to me.” Gage looks worked up, and his hands start moving up and down my thighs. I feel rage building inside him, and my naked body quakes. There’s nothing I can do if this turns dark, and I’m practically dripping at the idea.
“But it all turned that night in the garage. Your brother just told me he was going to sell you off to the Carlsons for a deal. Like you were cattle. I couldn’t have that stand. And when you came through that door, I knew I was still going to make you mine. But mine to protect, mine to keep, not to destroy. You make my cock ache so hard I feel the orgasm in my soul.”
I put my hand on his face. “I’m scared of you,” I say. I feel bashful, but the fires are lit inside me. I know everything about him is wrong, but how can something I know that’s so wrong feel so fucking good.
His face is unmoved. The only hint of something is his dark eyes, like lustful coals.
“I’m sorry about what happened. But I can make it up to you. I want you to punish me. I want you to spread my legs and lap up my clit, and I promise I won’t come until you think I’ve done the time.” My hand moves down from his face to his pants. I unbutton them and unleash his manhood. It’s ready for me. I take it in my hands, work it slowly.
“You don’t give the orders around here,” he says. His hands open my legs, and I feel my legs go over his strong shoulders. He’s inside me in a flash, but I’m already throbbing, fires pooling through me as one hand wraps around my neck, firmly squeezing me. It’s rough and unforgiving. I stare into his eyes, mirroring his lust. He’s grunting faster, pushing me closer and closer to climaxing. My hands run up his arms, trying for a moment to fight him off, but his weight, his strength overpowers me. He pushes down on my legs with his shoulders, and he enters me so deep I can’t help but scream. His hand moves up from my neck to cover my mouth. This is everything I thought I never wanted, but I can’t get enough. Gage’s grip reaches a fierce crescendo, and the writhing of his body tells me he’s going to come. I grip him tight, wanting all of him inside me.
“Come now,” he orders, and I do. The roughness cascades into a serpentine detonation, like waking a den of rattlesnakes. We both yell out, and he pulls me in hard. I feel soaked, exhausted, violated. I feel alive. A low rumble of thunder crackles in the distance. It makes me feel like we created enough energy to bring down the rains all over the Midwest.
We’re still laying on each other, our sweat cooling when we hear the sounds of the cars pulling up. Gage stands, puts on his clothes, and heads to a wardrobe in the cabin.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
Gage turns around to reveal a shotgun in his hand.
“It’s your brother and his friends, Karlee.” He pumps the shotgun. “And it’s time to finish this once and for all.”
Gage continues to get ready, and I think of asking him to be gentle, to think of my brother. But I bite my tongue. I don’t know what to think anymore. All I know is that I’m scared Gage won’t come out on top. I’m scared of what’s going to happen. A roll of thunder breaks out, closer this time. Pings of rain start to murmur on top of the sheet metal roof.
Whatever happens, it’s about to end right here. Gage takes up a position between the window and the door. I take the bed covers and slide under them, watching him take stock of the situation. Gage grunts, and I look over.
“Karlee, whatever happens. You need to know one thing. I don’t care about anything, but I care about you. I don’t know how I know, but I fucking love you.”
The storm has arrived.
Chapter 8
Gage
There’s a reckoning coming, and it’s currently sitting in my hand. I peer around the curtains to survey the situation outside. Three pickups and a SUV emblazoned with HICO CANYON SHERIFF. From the brief glimpse, I caught at least five silhouettes.
I’ve been outnumbered before. In the prison shower, six men once tried to take me down and show me manners. All six of them ended up in the prison infirmary. The lucky ones got out in two weeks.
This situation, however, has me feeling different. Maybe for the first time, I feel a tightness in the pit of my stomach. I feel a tinge of fear; but not for me. It’s for the small, demure woman hiding under the bedsheets.
The cabin is only lit by the full moon outside, but I can still see the dew on her face, the fresh smell of her pussy still lingering all over my body. It’s seeping into my nose, my skin, my muscles. I can feel her moving through me like some sort of vice, riling up raw feelings long buried. I just told her I think I loved her, and it’s true. I would die before letting anyone else touch her. Looking at the situation developing, that just may happen.
“Come out Gage,’ a voice calls out. “There’s nowhere else to go.”
I wait a moment, and make sure I’ve
got all five shells in the shotgun. The sound of the rain is starting to pick up, and I head out of the house.
As soon as I exit I see that I’ve miscalculated. There’s Damian, Russ Carlson, and Russ Jr. there, guns in hand. There’s also three others. I’m one round short.
Damian comes forward. The rain is heavier now. It’s melting his hair into his face. Russ is wearing a ten-gallon hat, and I can see a pompous smile slip across his face. The sheriff is the only one with a poncho. I can’t make out where his hands are. The wild card here.
“Give her up Gage. This doesn’t have to get messy,” he says.
I take in a deep breath and laugh deeply. “Messy? It got messy when you were trying to pimp her out to Russ over here. And don’t worry Russ. I haven’t forgotten about my promise the next time we meet.”
Russ’ pretentious grin fades from view. His son speaks up. His face is all business.
“Now this grandstanding isn’t getting anywhere. This thing is only gonna end one way. We all knew this was gonna go down, but it was just a matter of time.’ The sheriff takes a step forward, and as if on cue, the moment he does the rain starts to build up to a torrent. “My one question for you, Gage, that I can’t get out of my head, after all the shit we threw at you in prison, is why did you come back? Why come back to Hico Canyon at all?”
I gaze at each one of them, my blood rising, my adrenaline racing. “I came back for your sister, Damian. At first I was going to take her, but I didn’t have to. She’s been good to me. Now I’m going to be good to her. And I’m gonna start by giving her a clean slate.”
