Out of Bondage
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“Mmm,” Eve moaned.
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“Like that?” Nico asked.
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“Oh yes,” Eve mumbled.
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She closed her eyes and allowed Nico to continue his sensual massage. His hands slipped past her ass cheeks and towards her thighs. Eve continued to appreciate the massage. Then, Nico’s fingers danced lightly across her pussy lips. Eve’s eyes widened in surprise as she felt Nico’s fingers trace over her outer pussy lips.
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“Nico!” Eve hissed in mock disdain.
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“If you have a problem, we can get dressed. Otherwise… trust me.”
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Eve felt she had no choice but to trust him. She didn’t want to do anything but trust him anyways. Eve spread her legs apart slightly and continued to allow her husband’s massage to get dangerously close to her pussy. Nico’s ceased his pretense and he began to probe Eve’s pussy, massaging all around her eager hole.
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“Nico!” Eve whispered.
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“Yes?” He asked, while continuing to massage her pussy lips.
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“Are you sure we should be doing this here?”
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Nico grinned, “We can do whatever we want. This villa is ours. This garden is private. This is our honeymoon and it’s time to do something naughty.
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“I’m not sure about this,” Eve whispered.
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“Then relax…”
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Eve tried to relax and she allowed Nico to begin pushing two fingers deep between her pussy lips. Eve bit down on her lower lip and tried to stop herself from moaning as Nico began to finger her tightness. Eve could feel desire mounting between her thighs and she knew that there was only one tool that could bring her the release that she craved.
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Eve spread her legs wider. Nico stopped fingering her pussy for a moment and she turned towards him to find out why. Nico’s Speedo was fully off his body and his cock was totally exposed right there in their backyard.
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“Nico!” Eve gasped.
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“Shh…”He whispered, “Let’s just take this nice and slow.”
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Eve’s mouth was gasping in surprise but her body was responding with desire and only desire. Nico positioned himself between Eve’s legs from behind. His warm body pressed into hers and Eve could feel his cock trying to line up with her pussy.
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Nico spread her ass cheeks apart and then began to drive his cock between her pussy lips from behind. Eve couldn’t help it, she groaned when Nico first drove his hardness between her lips. He slid his thick cock far into her pussy and surprised Eve with the immensity of his hardness and the depth of pleasure she experienced.
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There was something especially naughty about having sex in broad daylight, right there in their backyard. This sort of thing could never have happened back in Boston (especially not with nosy New England neighbors).
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Nico began to pound into her pussy hard. Eve let out a loud moan. There was no response — from anyone — so she moaned again. Nico enjoyed hearing her noises of pleasure and he began to drive his cock into her again and again, pounding her harder and faster.
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Eve cried out in pleasure once more and pushed her hips back to meet Nico’s ardent thrusting. He loved the feeling of her hot little pussy gripping onto his cock and Eve couldn’t get enough of Nico’s masculine frame delivering an injection of euphoria right into her core.
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“Yes baby!” She cooed, “Yes! Don’t stop!”
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Nico wasn’t ready to stop soon. He pulled out of Eve’s pussy and rolled her onto her back. Eve looked into Nico’s clear blue eyes and saw all the desire that had built up. Her pussy twitched as he spread her legs apart again and then lined his cock up with her entrance.
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In the heat of the sun, they were both already working up a sweat. Nico drove his dick into Eve’s pussy again and she cried out. The sun was beating down on her face and on Nico’s back as he rutted inside her. Eve moaned as he continued to pound and pleasure her. She was getting closer and closer to a furious climax.
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“Harder Nico… Harder…” She whimpered.
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Nico obliged. He plunged vigorously into Eve’s wetness, fantasizing about coating her insides with a thick layer of his cum. Eve tried to clutch his back which was still slick with sweat. She pulled his muscular frame deeper inside her as she tried to appreciate every inch of his throbbing cock.
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“I’m close… I’m close…” She whispered.
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Her lusty moans drove Nico to the edge. He began to forcefully pound Eve’s pussy until she released. Eve’s climax shook her body to the core. She let out a loud cry that added to the harmonious chirping of the birds. She quivered in pleasure as the sun continued to warm the villa’s garden.
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She could feel Nico slowing down as he approached a climax of his own. She pouted her lips and kissed him as he slowly thrust into her pussy. In one final groan, Nico released a thick load of cum inside of his beautiful wife. They both shuddered as he came and then Nico rolled off of Eve and onto his back.
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They lay there outdoors, as naked as the day they were born, staring at the sky in a mixture of euphoria and awe at all the world had to offer. This was marriage. The was life out of bondage. And everything about that life was beautiful. Eve’s hands moved over to Nico’s and she squeezed his hand tightly.
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Eve — the first woman who could get him to see a world outside of the terrible, violent one that he’d grown up in. Eve — the mother of his child. Eve — the African American beauty who had changed from a small candy shop owner to the woman he planned to spend the rest of his life with. Eve — the woman who had seen it all and still decided that he was worth marrying.
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“Eve?” Nico said.
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“Hm?” She shifted her attention to him.
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“I love you. And I will always love you.”
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She squeezed his hand, thinking of the second child she was carrying in her womb, thinking of all the years of hard work they’d put into their relationship, thinking about their beautiful son Matteo whom they would see soon, and she agreed.
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“I love you too Nico. And just like you said, I think I always will.”
THE END.
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Chapter One
SIERRA ST. JAMES
“He took my mate’s girl, you get me? So I ‘ad to do something about it. I pushed ‘im up against the wall and ‘e started squealing like a pig. I took my knife and I pressed it up to him. He started shaking, scared like a little girl. I leaned in and laughed. I couldn’t ‘elp it. ‘E looked so weak. How am I supposed to respect ‘im. I didn’t do nothing though. I walked away. ‘E was scared enough.”
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“Do you think there was any other way to handle him, Malik?”
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“‘E disrespected me, innit? I ‘ave a right to defend myself.”
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“I unde
rstand. It doesn’t feel good to be threatened, does it?”
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“No Miss St. James. It doesn’t. I ‘ad to teach him a lesson, innit?”
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“Was there any other way you could have handled him, Malik?”
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“Let me tell you something, alright? Niggas like him get mad hench and think they can talk any way they want on the estate. You can’t show them weakness, innit.”
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“I understand. But Malik, you have to remember what we discussed last time. It isn’t always the best response to jump straight to violence.”
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“You think these pagans understand conversation?”
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“Well, have you tried?”
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He snickered.
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“Miss St. James, I’m sorry, but it just wouldn’t work. I’m dealing with niggas darker than you could imagine.”
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“Right.”
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I paused, scribbling a note about Malik’s latest encounter in my record book, filled with accounts of tens of similar incidents, which had become progressively worse, not better throughout the course of our counseling.
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“For example,” Malik continued, unprompted by any of my questions, “I’ve got bare problems on the estate. I’ve got beef. Real beef. I can’t show weakness. Last week, Butcher got my sister up against the wall with a gun to ‘er ‘ead. What do you think he’d do if I showed weakness.”
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“So you’re doing this for your sister?”
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“Yes. Maybe. Sort of.”
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“You think if your sister got free of her boyfriend you would feel safer?”
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“Absolutely.”
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For a child who raced to violence and responded emotionally to any perceived slight, I could always be surprised by Malik’s calm and rational nature that breached his estate programming during our sessions every once in a while.
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“Is there anything you can do to get her away from him?”
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“I could shank him.”
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“Aside from that.”
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Malik shook his head.
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“No. He wants me to join…”
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I raised an eyebrow. Malik had always been cautious with me not to reveal what I’d suspected since we started our sessions together. The brotherhood had been circling. My manager at the centre had warned us to look for the signs, underestimating the fact that our wards knew what we were doing and maintained a deep self-interest in keeping any potential gang activity far out of our sight.
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Malik trusted me, and he’d just let his guard down enough for me to get information that I wanted. If the brotherhood was closing in on a new recruit, I’d have to tell someone.
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“Join what?”
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“Nevermind.”
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“Malik, you can talk to me.”
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“Oh I can, can I? So you won’t rat me out to Gemma?”
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“Well—”
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“You can’t lie to me. You’re too good.”
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“I’m obligated to report to my superiors. That’s never been a secret.”
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“Fine. Report me. But you don’t ‘ave to worry.”
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“Why?”
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“Mandem can’t make Malik join a gang if ‘e don’t want to, innit?”
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“Right.”
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“Then nothing to worry about.”
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“What sort of pressure are you under? Do you think you can withstand it?”
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“Me an’ Butcher ‘ave an understanding. That’s about it. I help ‘im out, sure. But ‘e knows I’m only doing it for my sister, you get me?”
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“Of course. If you need any help, Malik, that’s why we’re here.”
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“I know.”
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“Why are you here Malik? You don’t have to come in for counseling. What do you want from us?”
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“I want to make sure my sister is alright. I don’t want to do anything that gets me killed. I don’t want to do anything dangerous. I want to be the man she needs. I want her to get away from that Irish bastard.”
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“Violence won’t solve anything with him. The brotherhood’s pockets run deep. Remember that.”
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“That’s bait.”
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“Right, but you just told me about how you handled things before. Something like that won’t fly when you’re dealing with dangerous, dangerous men.”
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Malik smirked and put his feet up, a cocksure grin plastered across his seventeen-year-old face. That face was too wise for his age. He shouldn’t have had to deal with the cards he’d been dealt — seventeen, living on the estate with his sister and a crazy asshole who would have the brotherhood circling Malik like vultures if they could find any good use for him at all.
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“What do you know about dangerous men?” Malik taunted me.
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“I know enough to know that you don’t want to mess with them.”
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“Something’s different about you, Sierra,” Malik said, using my first name and leaning forward, his chin propped up on his hands as he stared at me, “You ain’t like the other counselors in this joint. You’ve seen things.”
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“We aren’t here to talk about me.”
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“I’m right though, ain’t I?”
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“If I tell you something about me, will you answer my question honestly?”
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“Sure, Miss.”
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“I had a brother who was involved in gang activity.”
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“Prison?”
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“No. But you’ve had your answer, so now it’s time for you to answer my question.”
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“Fair enough.”
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“When they come knocking, when they come calling for you, will you tell me the truth? Can you promise me that, Malik?”
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“Fine. I promise.”
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“Good.”
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“Our session is finished today,” I announced, glancing at the old, loud clock in the corner of my office.
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“Perfect.”
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I rose and stuck out my hand to shake Malik’s. He lunged forward, embracing me in a tight hug. Hugging him made me realize how skinny he was for his age, how frail he was, and how a boy so young should never have his childhood on the line the way that Malik did.