by Lucian Bane
Her heart slowed as his hand stroked her head with such care and tenderness.
He felt so good, better than anything in the world.
Daryl’s snarling face flashed in her mind and she tensed. Images of what he’d done, followed, and her body turned into a movie projector, replaying the nightmare in real time. Pain exploded in her ribs as his repeated kicks flashed, her back burned and throbbed from the bite of the belt, and her butt… She gasped several times. Why did he hate her so much? Why did he rape her so badly until she wanted to die?
“Shhhh,” Dante whispered. “I got you, I got you.”
She realized she was back to shuddering and breathless. She finally lowered her arms and slowly embraced him back, needing so bad to give herself to his strength surrounding her.
“Sweet Rin,” he whispered, pulling her into his body more. He kissed the top of her head over and over. “You’re my princess now,” he vowed. “You belong to me.”
Her heart skipped five beats at that thought. That she could ever be his. That God would ever permit that. She wasn’t perfect but she’d tried. She’d tried so hard. “I did,” she gasped, nodding through the tears blurring her vision. “I tried, I tried. I love God, I do, I tried.”
“I know you do,” Dante whispered as the bitter sobs choked her. “I know it and God knows it.”
“I’m sorry, Dante,” she gushed, digging her fingers into his back. “I didn’t mean to get you in this, if I had known, I—”
He tilted her face up and kissed her, stole the words from her mouth and mind as his tongue caressed hers with a possessive hunger. He glided careful hands down her back then placed soft kisses all along her lips.
“I-I need … to clean.”
“I’ll clean you,” he said, his tone firm but gentle.
He propped his leg on the side of the tub then lifted one of hers and draped it over his. “Hold on to me.” He put her arms around his neck then glided his fingers back down her arms. He filled his hands with liquid soap and spread it along her stomach, his touch like silk. While he wasn’t looking at her, she stared at his face and the scars along his strong neck. Her breath hitched as his hands slowly lowered onto her privates. His gaze rose and locked to hers as he stroked all along her folds with the softest touch, reaching all the way to the end of her opening and gliding back to her clit until her mouth parted with sharp, strained breaths.
“Did you like what I did to you Rin?” he whispered, his finger swirling slowly over her clit before his entire hand covered her and massaged softly. “With my mouth here? My tongue?”
Her eyes rolled shut with her breathless yes.
“You have such a beautiful pussy.”
Her mouth opened with more gasps, and now moans.
“You didn’t know this,” he said. “But you will.” He traced her lips with his tongue and she’d never felt anything so amazing until he rinsed the soap from her privates. God the gentle stroking of his fingers there had her clutching his neck tight.
She remembered what he said, about her being promised to him, a fiancé. And that she would be his wife when he fucked her. That’s what he’d said. Did he really want to do that? Did he really want her for his wife? And if he did, when did he plan to do that? She suddenly wanted to know right then.
He pulled her leg closer and his hot erection hit her other leg, drawing a weak cry from her. She wanted that part of him, some way, in any way.
“When” she whispered.
“When what?” he kissed at her lips, little hungry nips.
“Will you ... fuck me,” she said, finding the words strange to say.
He paused and pulled up, staring down at her. Fear gripped her throat, sure she’d said something wrong. “I can’t fuck you … until after.”
“After?”
He took her face in her hands. “Until after you’re ready. And then after I’ll make love to you.”
She was ready but she wasn’t sure how to show him she was. Or maybe he was right, maybe she wasn’t and she was being stupid Rin as usual, thinking she knew things when really she knew nothing. Or everything she knew was wrong. She wondered then over the two terms. “Are they different?” she asked.
“Very different. When I make love to you, I’ll be very careful. I’ll go softly. And with great reverence.”
She swallowed, wanting to know the other meaning.
As though reading her mind, he smiled a little. “And when I fuck you.” Just the way he said the word made her moan. He took her hand and wrapped it around his silky hard cock. “There is only this,” he said, guiding her hand all the way to the base of it. He pushed his hips and grunted. “Deep … hard … fast …” His finger slid inside her and her mouth flew open with strained gasps. “In this soft, perfect pussy.” He moved in and out of her slowly, then thrust deep without warning, making her call his name. “Until I get that. Only more, much more.” His hot words were on her lips now. “I want your screams of ecstasy,” he whispered. “I have to have yours and only yours.”
“What if … what if I’m never ready?” she barely managed through the flood of fire around her.
“As long as it takes, Princess,” he said on her lips. “But right now,” he stroked his fingers over her cheeks. “I want you to suck my cock like a good girl.”
A brutal hunger overcame her and Rin dropped straight to her knees and grabbed tight hold of his cock in both hands. With a small whimper, she opened wide and devoured as much of him as she could, her pace reckless. Before she could wonder or worry if she was doing it wrong, Dante’s fingers latched in her hair with a loud hissing groan.
“Oh fucking …” he said, his breaths shaking as he pushed his cock deep in her mouth. “Fuck!” The way his fingers locked hard in her hair and the power in his words and breaths made her clit almost hurt to be touched. She held the base of him tight, delirious with the sounds he made as her other hand relished the feel of his rippling muscles on his stomach as he grunted and begged her not to stop. He liked her teeth on him she remembered.
She allowed her jaws to close a little, making the passage of his cock scrape all her teeth which earned her that delicious animal sound he sometimes made and the harder pull on her hair. Why did she like him pulling her hair for this? It was different, it meant it felt so good that he couldn’t help himself. So good that it drove him crazy. She wanted to be that good to him. She wanted to be the reason for so much pleasure. No, for his pleasure. She wanted to be the reason for his anything all while she knew she shouldn’t and couldn’t and yet would.
When he came, it was so sudden. Some of it went in her mouth and at feeling it, she held him tight, not letting him pull out, lost to the amazing sensation of his hot seed hitting her pallet and tongue. Before she could think what to do, she swallowed. Again and again, gasping and sucking and licking him all up. Because he was the most delicious man she’d ever known in every way.
But oh God … how wrong that all felt.
Before she could dwell on it, he pulled her up and kissed her, groaning in her mouth as his tongue lashed at hers. “Naughty Rin,” he whispered. The words and the way he growled them made her tummy tickle and jump. But she didn’t feel naughty. She felt … like she’d won something amazing.
She never won things.
“Oh, you like being naughty?” he asked, when she smiled.
“I-I like … I like making you happy.”
Chapter Eight
She liked making him happy. The fucking shit those beautiful words didn’t do to him. Holy Christ. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to make love to her. But did she want him to own her forever? Because that’s what had to happen and he wasn’t entirely sure she understood that.
Fuck. What was he doing? Did he really know? Maybe he needed to slow the fuck down before he did something stupid and hurt her worse. He wished to fuck Tin Tin would call. It had been long enough for him to get the message. Way long.
Dante sat in the car outside the hotel room
giving Rin two hours of privacy. His phone suddenly chirped on the seat next to him and he snatched it up. “Blake,” he said answering. “What you got?”
“Ohhhhh dude,” he said lowly into the phone. “What do I have,” he muttered. “So I met with the old janitor?”
“Yeah?” Dante’s heart hammered as he waited almost hating to hear.
“Grab your balls for this one. But guess what I found out.”
“Dude hurry.”
“Sacremento California. The Last Day Believers or Brothers have a church there. Well, old man Toronto—our friendly fired janitor, he said he was terminated because he knew too much. I asked him what he knew? And he said to be sure and not tell anybody, which I swore to, but he found bad pictures at the church. Said he brought them to the deacon and he said they’d thanked him and said they’d look into it. Two weeks later, he was fired and accused of being the one that took the pictures!”
“What kind of pictures?” Dante’s heart raced with a knowing but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was Blake had said that was important.
“Child porn,” Blake drawled. “So I asks him, who was the no good deacon who did that?” Dante sat forward, holding his breath. “Deacon Dumb-Dick, AKA Daryl Bernaaaaaard.”
“What the fuck?” Dante whispered. “You’re shitting.”
“Shit you not,” Blake said lightly.
“This is huge,” Dante muttered, looking around. “Keep digging man. Whatever you can find.”
“Did Tin Tin call?”
“No,” Dante said, leaning his head back. “Hoping tonight.”
“How’s the girl?”
“She’s healing good.”
“Well, don’t forget, she was married to Mr. Bernard,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean see what you can get on him,” he said, his voice shrill. “She’s got to know something that would lead to something.”
“Maybe. Or Renee even. My guess,” Dante said, “If Renee knows, she’s not talking for a reason.”
“Well, she told about his string of whores,” Blake said.
“Can’t hurt to try. I’ll call you later. You need anything?”
“I’m good man, still going to school, keeping up.”
“I’m proud of you,” Dante said. “One day you’ll thank me for bitchin you down.”
“Yes sir,” he said, giving off his signature laugh that reminded Dante of a chipmunk on steroids.
Dante sat in the car thinking about what Blake said. Sacramento. He needed to look the church up in that location. He spoke into his phone and scrolled. This time he went past page three on Google, where the dead bodies could be buried and never found.
He was on page six when he saw the church name. He clicked it and discovered it was an outdated blog. He read through the post and found something of interest. Wolves in sheep’s clothing. The author may have been uneducated but they were smart enough to not directly speak against anybody. No names given, no direct accusations or incidents. He looked for more and found nothing right before he spotted a twitter link. He followed that to their profile and clicked on a Linked In link. Bingo. They had a fucking phone number.
Dante clicked the number and stored it in his phone. He’d ask Rin some questions and call it later. After he restrained her again.
His brain suddenly replayed her dropping to her knees in the shower and grabbing his cock in both hands. Fuck, she’d devoured his mind in under two fucking minutes. Desire hammered his cock and he grunted, pushing his cock into the tight denim it was trapped in.
It all brought him back to that prior conversation about fucking and making love. He couldn’t wait to do both but he was pretty sure his cock was partial to the fucking. She was a virgin to both and the thought that he was her first in that too, had him selfishly glad as much as pissed. But mostly glad. And then there was fucking making love. That was probably going to be his favorite thing to do with her. Start out making love and end up in a hammering fuck frenzy. He could see her ass and tits now, jolting with every hard slam of his cock. Jesus Christ he was making himself crazy.
Dante slid the card in the room door and opened it. “It’s me,” he called. “Coast clear?”
“Yes,” she said from what sounded like the bathroom.
Dante shut the door and locked it, then put on coffee. The bathroom door opened and he glanced over his shoulder and froze. First thing he noticed was her hair. She’d washed it and used the blow dryer on it. Fuck, it was gorgeous but he realized right away why she had. To cover her tits.
Dante’s phone chimed in his pocket and he pulled it out. The number looked familiar but he didn’t remember who. He answered, hoping it was Tin Tin. “Dante speaking.”
“Hey Claw,” a woman’s voice said on the other line.
Shit. Dante tried to place the voice but there were only certain woman that called him by that name, and none of them he wanted to talk to usually.
“It’s Tabitha. Blake’s friend? He introduced us at that party a couple of weekends back and you said you’d call,” she whined lightly. “I thought I’d do you the honor and kick off the first step?”
Dante remembered now. The chick Blake tried to set him up with. “Right. Yeah, I’ve been super busy, sorry about that.”
“Understandable,” she said. “Oh, guess what I’m wearing,” she whispered, her tone going sultry.
“Uh … look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m kind of in the middle of something?”
“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked suddenly. “If you do, tell me, and I’ll not bother you.”
“Well, I kind of have somebody yes,” he said.
“What’s her name? Do I know her?”
“No, you don’t know her,” Dante muttered, rolling his eyes and tossing a look over his shoulder to a curious looking Rin. “So yeah, I gotta run but we’ll catch up later.”
“Sure,” she said, trying to hide her disappointment. Fuck, he hated this part where he told them he wasn’t into them. He wasn’t into any of them. What the fuck was his problem, he didn’t know. He’d gotten out of prison a virgin and paid a whore to take care of that. He’d slept with a couple women since, both times they were pity fucks. But those ended up being the ones he had to hurt because well, he wasn’t ready to settle down, he wasn’t in a position to for one.
“Who was that?”
He turned to Rin and shook his head. “Just a friend.”
“Girl?”
Dante noticed she’d moved her hair away off of the breast closest to him. “Yep.” Hmm. Was she enticing him? That would be an improvement.
She nodded slowly. “Like … girlfriend?”
“No,” he said, looking at the way she sat on the edge of the bed, her back erect. “Not quite.”
“Not quite?”
“I mean, no. She’d like to be but,” he shook his head, sure she was jutting her pretty tits. “Not my type.”
“What’s your type?”
Dante poured the water in the pot, wondering then just how jealous she was. “I’d rather not say.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
He turned and walked to his bed and sat on the edge, not looking at her. “Sure.”
“Have you had sex before?”
He let out a laugh. “Yes,” he said, ready to make her work for every answer.
“How many times?”
“I don’t keep track,” he said, which was kind of true but not for the reason she’d probably think.
“I see,” she said, her tone a little frosty. “Did you … fuck them or …”
Ohhhhh, now he saw what she was getting at. “Definitely fucked.”
“Have you ever done the other one?”
“Not yet,” he said, happy to say that to her.
“So you fuck women. How does … how does that work? Never mind, I don’t want to know.”
His cock hardened to hear that. “I don’t mind telling you. I usually put them on their hands
and knees.”
“Hands and knees?” she asked.
“Yes, like an animal?” She nodded and he went on. “And hold their ass while I ram my cock really deep—”
“That’s enough, I get it,” she hurried, sounding upset.
“Okay. What about you?”
She looked at him, actually made eye contact and his dick jerked. And she still kept her tit visible to him. “I’ve only ever had sex with …” she lowered her head. “He always made me lay on my stomach.”
Dante fought his disgust, not willing to let that bastard hijack the conversation. “How was that?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think he was very good at the creating thing.”
“Well, I am.”
“Lots of practice, I’m sure,” she mumbled.
“Not really. I just care about—”
“That’s fine, I get it,” she said, again cutting him off.
He hid his smile at how she didn’t like hearing about him doing it but wanted to know things. “Okay.”
“What part of a woman do you like the most?”
God, this could end bad. “I love everything.”
“Surely you have a particular something?”
“Do you?” he asked, ready to give her a little heat.
“I wasn’t allowed to look,” she said.
Dante couldn’t hide his shock and anger. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered.
“But if I have always had a very high curiosity for the man’s …”
“Ass?”
“No, his … penis.”
“Ah,” Dante said, nodding. “Why that?”
“I think because of the circumcision.”
“Is Daryl …”
“Uncircumcised. Though I’ve not seen it but I know what it looks like. From the children in the church that I used to help care for,” she explained.
