by K. J. Dahlen
“It is of my own free will. I already know that you won’t hurt me. You didn’t bring me here to hurt me. I feel safe with you.” She shuddered. “You may not understand this, hell I don’t understand it myself but I know deep down that you will protect me, don’t ask me how I know it but I do. You might even love me just enough.”
Bastian tilted his head. Yes, he might indeed love her. He should have caught her before this, gotten his info and then dumped her, but no…he’d instead, followed her around for almost a year. Dreaming of her at night. Thinking of her instead of other things. This is in fact is what he’d dreamt of. Her lying beneath him, wanting him. “Yes, I will protect you. I feel the same as you. But you are an innocent in all of this. I do not violate certain rules and taking you would be something I would cherish all the days of my life and…It would damn me for the taking...for all of my life.”
He gave in though, his resistance shattered. Bastian reached for her shirt and began unbuttoning it. He parted the material and sucked in his breath at the sight. Her breasts were full and barely contained in her bra. Her rosy nipples stood erect. Waiting for his mouth, his fingers. Her skin looked smooth and slightly tanned. Her bruises were mostly gone but faint traces could still be seen on her ribs from her ordeal with that scum. His gut twisted. The man was lucky he was dead or Bastian would kill him for what he’d done to her.
Her waistline was bare as were her breasts, but Bastian couldn’t help himself. He had to see all of her.
He slipped jeans all the way down and off her legs and the only barrier between them was a pair of dark blue panties. Bastian rubbed his hand over her hot wet core. He could feel her excitement and he could smell her arousal. Her scent was driving him crazy.
He leaned down and began tonguing the wet spot on her panties. Her essence was diluted but still there. He growled when he couldn’t get close enough to what he wanted. Then he pushed the cloth aside and went after it again. This time, he could taste her and her flavor made him wild. She smelled of chocolate and tasted like sweet cream. His fingers brushed against her belly and found their way to her core. He smoothed her dark brown hair away from her clit and she gasped in awe as he parted her lips and thrust two fingers deep inside her.
Bastian reached inside her as far as his fingers could reach. His own body betrayed his as the blood rushed to his cock. His muscles bunched as he tensed. He could smell her arousal and it was driving his need to possess her.
“I need you,” she whispered. “Please…”
He pulled away and his fingers found their way into his mouth. He closed his eyes, as he tasted her essence. He fought with himself. Taking a virgin wasn’t something he ever wanted to do. Despite his reputation, he’d never delivered pain with sex and never violated any of his assignments in that way.
“Why have you stopped?” she asked in a breathless voice. “I know there’s more. I want you to be the one to show me.”
Bastian watched her bare breasts heaving with her panting, he leaned forward and swiped a finger through her cream between her thighs again. She was soaking wet, her nipples were hard and her body was quivering with need. She did want him. He tugged her thighs apart gathered her into his arms and groaned as her wetness covered his face. His tongue speared inside her body and she cried out in pleasure. He nuzzled her outer lips and found her clit. Licking it roughly, he heard her moan. Sucking the tiny nub inside his mouth, she screamed.
Bastian knew she just came and the sensation made his cock hard. He lapped up her nectar and he knew he was a doomed man. She was made for him. He could feel her body responding and he slipped two fingers inside her again. Her core walls tightened around his digits. As he fingered her, he leaned close to her and whispered in her ear, “I want to fuck you so bad right now.”
“Please do it,” she begged as she panted. “Fuck me. I need you so much. I don’t think I could stand it if you don’t take me. I have never wanted anything so badly.”
Bastian couldn’t deny her what they both wanted so badly. He quickly shed his clothes and moved over her. As he settled between her thighs, he pressed forward. His cock felt her tightness and he pushed in gently. He felt her maidenhead and halted. He knew it would kill him to remove himself, but he pulled himself back. What the fuck was he doing? He couldn’t do this, take her while she was bound as his captive! God dammit, it was wrong. His body told him how right it was and his mind disagreed. He raised himself up, intending to move away. He couldn’t have any innocent on his conscience.
Just then, Sawyer wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened them tugging him forward into her.
His pelvis pushed forward again, breaking through. He sucked in a breath as he paused. “Are you all right?” he whispered as his body went rigid. She was so dammed tight. It was he who was imprisoned now. At the mercy of her. The realization floored him.
“I-I…more!” She tugged him closer with her thighs wrapped more tightly around his waist.
Pulling back and thrusting deeper, he set the pace. Each thrust went a little deeper and soon he was bottoming out. Closing his eyes, he simply let himself feel. Leaning over her his lips suckled her breasts.
She moaned. “Harder, I need more of you.”
Bastian picked up the pace and soon lost himself in everything that she was. He felt her pussy flutter and contract and he knew she was close but so was he. Plunging deeper, he felt her give in to her passion. Her muscles clamped down on him and he felt lightening run along his spine as she came on his hard cock, then like a speeding train drove him, he felt himself give in. His cum flooded her insides, filling her.
He stilled for a time to catch his breath and heard her do the same. Moving to one side of her, he brushed his fingertips along her breasts. He watched the heaviness of her breathing slow to normal.
She smiled. “Wow,” she whispered.
“Wow, indeed.” He chuckled. He leaned closer and licked a bead of sweat as it rolled down the side on her face. “Are you all right?”
Sawyer smiled. “Yeah, I’m good.” She cocked her head and asked, “I don’t suppose you’d like to untie me? I would love to—well, feel you up with my hands next.” Her cheeks flamed with a bright pink hue.”
Bastian grinned, though he knew she could not see his amusement. “I suppose I could but then I would have to kill you.”
Now in the dark, alone, his hands doubled into fists…He lost again. He’d returned to the sweetest memory he would probably ever have. And yes, he’d been dammed for it, dammed by the memory of her scent, her flavor, how it had felt to have her beneath him. He would never have hurt her. He would’ve hurt himself first. He sighed and shook his head. He would never regret a moment of it though.
He felt restless again tonight and had been for a while now. He’d just come back from a job and he felt desperate to locate Sawyer again. It had been three months since he’d seen her and each day, the craving got a little worse. He knew he couldn’t see her anymore and for some reason he hated that. His life before he’d met Sawyer hadn’t been perfect but he’d been content with it. Now it was just plain empty.
His life remained secret for a reason, what he did required a certain amount of hiding in the shadows but three months ago, he’d gotten a taste of Sawyer and now he wanted more. Leaning forward, he flipped a switch and the red dot he thought should been in New York was no longer there. He zoomed in to Troy but there was no red dot located anywhere.
Widening the scope, he couldn’t find the red dot anywhere. Bastian felt his heart constrict a bit and looked even further afield. Then he found it. Zooming in, he found the pulse located in a town called Sabine Pass, Texas.
He sat back in his chair and rubbed his finger along his lower lip. “What are you doing in Texas?” he asked the question out loud. His own voice echoed back at him but it didn’t give him any answers.
He sat there and stared at the red dot for a long moment. Then he seemed to make up his mind and got to his feet. He snapped all his communicati
ons down and left the room. Stopping in his bedroom briefly, he grabbed an overnight bag, threw some clothes into it, and headed down the hall. He opened the door to another room and glanced around. Part of the reason he could remain anonymous and be the Priest was because he’d become a master of disguise. He could change his appearance at will and there were times this skill had been his only out. Grabbing his travel kit, he moved to his garage. There he paused long enough to grab a scanner from a shelf and shoving it into his bag. Then he walked over to his Audi and got inside. He fired up his phone and called the airport. A few minutes later, he roared away.
When he got to the airport, he made his way to his private Cassena where his pilot was waiting.
Jim Branken was leaning against the plane with his arms crossed over his chest. When Bastian joined him, Jim pushed away from the plane and asked, “Where are we going this time?”
Bastian grinned. “Sabine Pass, Texas.”
Jim frowned. “What the hell are we going to Texas for?”
“My woman is in Texas and I want to check on her safety.”
Jim just stared at him. Eyebrows pushed together, he mumbled, “I didn’t realize you had a woman.”
“She may not either but she belongs to me. She has for the last three months,” Bastian stated.
Jim just grumbled and got into the plane. When Bastian joined him, he turned his head and stared at his friend. “Are you sure this is wise?”
Bastian shrugged. “It may not be wise but it is the way it is.”
Jim turned his attention to his preflight check and radio contact with the tower.
After they were airborne, Bastian unbuckled his seatbelt and moved his seat back. Grabbing his makeup kit, he began to change his appearance. He added a moustache and beard then he put in colored contacts. He fitted the tight wig over his own white hair and checked the mirror again. It was subtle but effective and when they landed in Sabine Pass, he would look like a different man than when he boarded the small plane.
Jim inched the small plane into a private hanger and when he shut the engine off he grabbed the small bag from a hidden compartment and began making changes to the plane. He couldn’t change the color but he could and did change the numbers on the tail. He glanced over at Bastian and asked, “How long are we going to be here?”
“I’m not sure but make sure she’s ready to go anytime.”
“It will be,” Jim assured him.
“When you’re done here, find us a place to stay in town. Out of the way and quiet. Then find a second place I’m meeting someone while we’re here and I want complete privacy for that meeting.”
Jim didn’t say a word but he did nod his head. They had been friends a long time and he was the only man in existence who’d ever seen the real Sebastian Castil. He knew the other man’s wants and needs and he would find the right place for his ‘meeting.’
Bastian walked away from the hanger and rented a car at the nearby airport using the identity that went with his new face. He found a street map of Sabine Pass on his GPS and began his search.
The little red dot he was looking for wasn’t at the same place he found it before. He drove around town a bit then zeroed in on her location. Parking his car across the street from a café, he saw her sitting there at one of the outside tables along the street.
Sawyer was as beautiful as he remembered. Her multicolored hair was full and shiny in the hot Texas sun. Her skin was tanned and glowing. She wore a blue summer dress as she sipped her iced drink.
She was staring at her phone when she suddenly stiffened. Frowning, she raised her head and glanced around the streets, as if she were looking for someone.
Bastian didn’t move as her eyes swept over him. Reaching for his phone, he plugged it into another scanner and hit the search button. The scanner was one of his own design, made for his line of work. It would locate anyone’s phone number it was pointed at and relay the number on a screen, then identify the name of the person who the phone belonged too.
Within minutes, he had Sawyer’s phone number and when he hit connect her phone began to ring.
“Hello?” she answered softy as he watched her.
“Hello Sawyer.”
He saw her grip the phone and look around again. “Please do not be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid,” she assured him. “I can feel you nearby. How did you find me?”
“I always know where you are. I told you I’ve been watching over you for a while now. Why did you leave me behind?”
Sawyer sat back in her chair. “I didn’t want to come here but my father has family near here and he wanted to introduce us to them.”
Bastian closed his eyes for a moment then stared at her again. “I’ve missed you these past months.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
“Can I see you again? I know I shouldn’t but I need to touch you again,” he asked her softly. He knew it was a bad idea but he needed to be near her one more time.
“I’ll meet you anywhere you say,” she replied after a long moment.
He checked his GPS and noted there was a park nearby. “Meet me at Grisham Park in fifteen minutes. Just go there and wait for me. I’ll find you.”
He watched a few minutes later as she gathered up her things and getting into a car, she headed for the park. He waited and searched the area for strangers or anyone watching her but didn’t see anyone. He pulled out into traffic and made his way to the park. Parking his vehicle under the shade of a tree, he shut down the engine and searched the surroundings. He was careful by trade and always knew what or who was around him. Often times, his very life depended on this knowledge.
Checking his appearance in the rear view mirror, he exited the vehicle and made his way into the park. Eyes ever sharp, he took notice of everything around him. To his left was an extended playground for the smaller children. He could see and hear several kids playing and laughter rang from that area. Ahead of him was a section for BBQ’s and a picnic area. That part was deserted at the moment. Beyond there, he could see the Sabine River. Then off to his right was a garden area with paths for hiking and such. The garden was filled with local plants and succulents surrounded by river stones. The type of plants that didn’t need much care but still looked good as they filled the garden with riotous color and texture. The garden led to a wooded area where the paths continued for the more adventurist hikers.
Bastian turned to his right and began wandering the paths. He was looking for the blue of her dress as he strolled through the lower gardens and into the hidden garden section. This section had several benches hidden by the flora. Each area was hidden as if each bench was its own secret meeting place.
He caught her scent before he could see her. The light scent of chocolate and her own unique smell drifted then swiftly dissipated. Ahead of him was a turn in the path. He hesitated before he stepped into the hidden garden.
He saw her sitting there with her hands folded in her lap and his heart began to race. Her eyes were closed as she waited for him. His eyes pinpointed the small vein in her neck and as he watched it, he could count the beats of her heart. Right now, it was hammering against her skin. His eyes looked her over carefully as if imprinting her image to his brain. He’d forgotten how beautiful she was three months ago. His eyes took in her soft coloring. Her hair was a mass of multi colored curls and fell down her back while her skin looked tinged with a hint of sun. Bastian wished he could reveal his real self to her. He wanted her to know the real person he was…not what he portrayed to the world. For a moment, he resented the secrecy he had to live with every day. This was another thing he’d never felt before, regret for what he was, what he did.
He closed his eyes as he stepped forward. He let his other senses take over for a moment. Inhaling deeply, he caught her scent again, hers and the flowers around them. He could feel the heat of the day heating his face then a slight breeze brushed over his skin. Yes, the deception of Texas weather. If you didn’t know it, the sun cou
ld blister your skin before you felt it.
He moved closer to her and felt her shiver when he sat close to her. Lifting his hand, he brushed his fingers along her cheek. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered in her ear.
“I thought I’d never see you again.” Her voice was shaky and her bottom lip was trembling.
“I couldn’t stay away,” he admitted quietly. “I often visited you in New York but you’re not there anymore. I had to find you.”
Sawyer squeezed her eyes tightly. “I never saw you in New York.”
He chuckled. “I know, you were never supposed to see me but I saw you. I watched you as much as I could but I had to go on a trip two weeks ago and when I got back, you weren’t there anymore. I just had to find you again.”
Sawyer sighed. “My father has family around here and he wanted us to meet them. He decided to work with Pappy so we’ve moved here on a permanent basis.” She paused and added, “I never knew you were watching over me.”
Bastian wrapped his arm around her and leaned in to whisper in her ear, “You belong to me. You have since I found you in that warehouse over a year ago. I’ve been watching you ever since.”
Sawyer whispered back, “I wish I had known you were watching me.”
“Why?”
Sawyer shrugged. “Sometimes I could sense someone watching me but I could never see who it was. I thought Micah had someone watching me and it just felt icky. When Jordan got me out of the warehouse I knew Micah wouldn’t stop until I was either dead or I’d given in to his demands.” She shivered. “I couldn’t bear his touch so I knew I wouldn’t give into his demands and I wasn’t ready to die yet, so when he broke into our home and his friends beat my mother I knew I had to leave town. I ran from him but when you took me, I didn’t have the same kind of fear in my heart.”
“What did you feel?” His gut tightened as he waited to hear her answer.
Sawyer sighed. “I felt safe. For the first time in my life ever, I felt safe. I knew the situation couldn’t be worse but I don’t know how to explain this…” pausing she added, “You told me you wouldn’t hurt me and I believed you.”
