by J. L. Beck
“Sure, it is.” I withhold an eye roll. “Now get out. I have things to take care of.” I open the front door, ready to shove him out on his ass, when he stops right in the doorway.
“Whoa, I didn’t drive out here just to help you.” A cocky grin lights up his face.
“I remember. I was hoping you would forget to bring up whatever it was you wanted to talk about.”
“You’re an asshole.” He shakes his head.
“What do you need to tell me or better yet ask me?” I grip onto the wooden door tighter.
Lucca’s face becomes serious in an instant. It’s scary how quickly he can switch gears. It’s also scary how infatuated he is with this Claire girl.
“Your brother, Felix. Are you still in contact with him?”
“Yes,” I reply as if I’m annoyed, which I kinda am.
“Could you give me his number? I need help with something, and your brother is the man for hacking and tracking down people.”
“First, he’s not cheap. Two, if Julian finds out you’re working with him—”
Lucca interrupts. “He won’t. This is none of Julian’s business, and it doesn’t affect the family in any way. This is for me and me alone.”
Regardless of my brother being my blood relative when he and Julian fell out, I choose to stay loyal to Julian. It caused discord between my brother and me I’m not sure will ever be resolved.
“I don’t want to be dragged into this mess, so keep my name out of it. I’ll text you his number, and only because I feel bad for you.”
“You won’t be. Thanks, fucker, if you need anything, let me know.”
“We’re not friends,” I growl.
Lucca snickers. “Sure, we aren’t, asshole.”
As soon as he is gone, I make my way up the stairs. As a warning, I stomp my feet with each step.
I’m nowhere close to knowing the fucking truth, but I couldn’t go further, not with her clinging onto me like I’m her lifeline, begging me not to do it. Fuck, I’ve gone soft. Julian would be disappointed in me, the other men would call me a pussy. I know Fallon is a weakness I can’t afford, but she’s also a drug I can’t kick.
When I enter the bedroom, I find Fallon sitting in the center of the mattress, looking small and fragile. Her eyes are wide and wary. She’s apprehensive about what’s going to happen next, and rightfully so. I don’t even know what the fuck I’m going to do. I should throw her back in the cell with the light off this time, but I can’t bring myself to do that either.
Needing to expel some of the energy out of my body, I pace the floor in front of the bed. I feel her eyes on me, moving like a ping pong ball as I move across the floor.
What the fuck am I going to do with her now?
I need information, but I can’t fucking bring myself to do what it takes to get it out of her. Hurting her isn’t an option. I can’t.
There is so much pent up aggression lingering inside of me, I feel like I’m about to burst at the seams. Plus, I haven’t fucked anything but my own hand for a week, which is a dangerous mixture. Those are the perfect ingredients for a bomb, and I’m about to go off.
Stopping mid-step, I turn and look directly at Fallon. Like a siren, she sits on the bed, completely naked and exposed. She’s looking up at me with her big blue eyes, almost pleading with me. My cock stiffens, and even if I didn’t get the answer I wanted, I know that I’ve held off long enough. One more night without her, and I might fucking die.
I’ve got to have her. All of her.
Raw primal hunger for her pumps through my veins; I move closer to the bed, my eyes remaining on hers the entire time.
“Lie down on your stomach,” I order, and to my surprise, she does it without questioning me. Her compliance only feeds the fucking beast that’s ready to fuck her three ways through this mattress.
Grabbing a pillow, I slide my arm under her belly and lift her up enough to stuff the pillow beneath. Straightening back up, I take her in. With her ass up in the air, I can see her folds peeking out at me. Playing a ridiculous game of peek-a-boo.
I bet she is wet for me already, but that’s not what I want right now. Her pussy might be good, but I want more. I need to claim something else.
“Don’t move,” I warn before I grab the rope off the floor on my side of the bed and start to tie her wrists together. Looping them around the headboard, I secure them. I test the rope, tugging on it, and make sure it’s not digging too tightly into her wrists.
“W-what are you going to do to me?” Her voice is muffled by the sheets, but even so, I can hear the tremble in it.
“I want your complete submission tonight. I want you to trust me. Let me do whatever I want. Can you do that?”
“Yes… as long it’s just you.”
“Yes, only me. No one else is going to touch you.” Ever. I don’t know what I was thinking, asking Lucca to do this. The thought of him touching her again makes me want to put a bullet in his brain.
“Okay,” she murmurs against the sheets. Even with her voice muffled, I can hear how relieved she is.
I retrieve a small bottle of lube from the side table and undo the cap. Her puckered little hole is calling my name.
Sitting down on the bed beside her, I pour a generous amount of lube in my palm, close the bottle, and toss it to the side. I rub my hands together before placing both on her ass. I massage her cheeks first, kneading her firm globes until they are pliant in my hands.
When I run my thumbs further down her crack, I feel her tense, and I know she just realized what I’m going for.
“Have you been fucked here?” I ask, circling my thumb over her tight hole.
“No,” she mumbles into the bed.
Knowing that she’s never been touched there only gets me harder, which I thought was impossible. Keeping one hand on her ass, I use my other to undo my pants and free my throbbing cock. When I look down, I’m not shocked to find it looking like it feels.
Painfully hard, the head almost purple. I can’t wait to be inside of her. Fuck, I should prepare her more, make her come once, but I’m too far gone. Too close to the edge.
“I’m going to fuck your ass now,” I tell her while pushing my thumb inside just a little. Pumping in and out slowly, I watch my thumb disappear.
“I’m scared.” She’s trembling, her tight ring of muscles squeezing my finger. I want to soothe her, banish her fear of what’s to come away, but I can’t. I’m so close to drowning in her, nothing short of a damn miracle is going to stop me.
“You don’t have to be. Not about this. I’ll make it good for you. I just need you to trust me, submit, and listen to what I say.”
“Okay…” She sucks a shallow breath into her lungs, and I push my thumb in a little deeper.
“Keep that tight hole relaxed for me.” I pull my thumb out and replace it with two of my fingers. I start with slow and shallow thrusts and work my way up to being able to shove my fingers in as deep as they will go without her tensing up.
Using my other hand, I massage her lower back until she becomes molten lava in my hands, and a soft little moan that’s slightly muffled meets my ears.
Fuck. I’m going to make her love this. Make it so good she’ll prefer that I fuck her in the ass over pussy.
When I think she’s ready, I ease my fingers out and pour a generous amount of lube on my cock. Climbing up on the bed, I straddle her legs, so my cock rests perfectly between her globes. Her ass is fucking perfect, firm but with a little jiggle.
“I love your ass, and I can’t wait to fuck it,” I pant.
Grabbing her with both of my hands, I spread those cheeks apart and rub the tip of my cock over her puckered hole. I push the thick mushroom head against her tight hole, slowly working my way inside. I have to grit my teeth and breath through my nose as I work slower than I’ve worked for sex in my life. With it being her first time, I had planned on teasing her longer, but once her tightness grabs onto my dick, I can barely restrain myself.
/> Her little whimpers are the only thing keeping me from burying my cock all the way down in one thrust.
Don’t hurt her. Make it good. I repeat the words over and over again to myself. I push in slowly, letting her get used to my thickness. With nothing but the head of my cock in her ass, she looks divine. Only when I move deeper does she tense a little, the tight ring of muscles in her ass closing around my cock, and I hiss through my teeth at the sensation. I want to plow into her, own her fucking ass… literally.
“Relax for me,” I croak, my voice tight.
She whimpers, but after a moment, does just that, and the death grip she has on my cock becomes nothing more than pressure.
I run my hands up and down her lower back to keep her that way. Then, I move again. When I’m mostly inside, I lean down and place a chaste kiss on her shoulder.
She tilts her head to the side, a tiny moan escapes her, and I continue kissing my way across her neck and back. I love how submissive she is, how trusting she is of me with her body. I want to keep her like this forever.
Snaking a hand beneath her, I find her slick heat. She’s wet, and her little clit is engorged, waiting for me to touch it.
“Ohhhh… Markus.” I rub gentle circles against it before upping my pace. When she starts bucking beneath me, seeking out her own release, I thrust forward and bury myself the last few inches inside.
Pure bliss. It feels like heaven just grabbed me by the balls. I’ve never felt anything of this intensity before, and for a brief moment, I remain still, sweat beading against my forehead, my lungs burning. Somehow, I manage to compose myself and continue working her clit.
“How does that feel?” I grunt into the shell of her ear.
“Full, so full.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No… it’s just weird, foreign, and full. I think you’re too big.” Her voice cracks at the end, a tiny sliver of fear appearing there.
“You’ll adjust. Give it a minute,” I grit through my teeth while holding onto my sanity by a mere thread. Her ass is gripping my cock so tightly, I can feel every fucking quiver her body makes. All I want to do is fuck her hard, rut into her like there is no tomorrow. Instead, I keep peppering gentle kisses along her skin and draw small circles across her clit, building the pleasure back up.
“I’m going to start moving now,” I give her a little warning before I pull back my hips and thrust back into her.
She whimpers at first, and I clench my jaw wondering if maybe it does hurt after all, but that quickly turns into a moan when I increase the pressure on her clit.
“Ohhhh…” Fallon lets out a surprised gasp. “That’s…”
“I told you I would make it good for you. I’m gonna make you come while I’m buried deep in your ass. You’re going to come so fucking hard, you’ll see stars, and because it feels so good, you’re gonna beg me to shove my cock in this hole every night.”
My dirty talk turns her on even more. I know because she grows wetter with each penetrating stroke. Before I know it, she is mewling into the sheets, tugging on her restraints, and pushing her ass into my groin. It’s enough to make me explode right then, but I hold off. I want her to come first.
“Come for me, Fallon. Come while I fuck your tight holes…” Keeping the pressure against her clit, I dip a finger into her cunt, and that’s what sets her off.
Her body stiffens beneath me. Her ass grabs onto my cock so tightly, my balls draw up, and I know my own release is about to come.
I let her ride out her orgasm before withdrawing my hand. Now that she’s come, I can seek out my own release without worrying about hurting her.
Digging my fingers into her skin, I grab her hips and hold her in place while I fuck her roughly. She whimpers beneath me but doesn’t ask me to stop. I’m delirious with need, using her, seeking out my release, and nothing else.
Driving into her over and over, I feel the rush. My heart thunders in my chest and my toes curl.
“Fuck. I’m coming… I’m going to fill your ass with my cum.” I slap her ass hard, and she tightens further around my cock. Shitfuckinghell. A second later, I explode deep in her hole. I come so hard and long, my vision blurs, and I stop breathing.
Wave after wave of pleasure rushes over me until I’m completely spent.
I collapsed on top of her and catch my breath. I can still feel her ass pulsing around my cock, and I wonder if she came again. She’s squeezing my cock like she did.
When I realize she’s not moving at all, my thoughts take a nosedive.
Did I hurt her? Is she okay?
Worried I might be crushing her with my weight, I push myself up and off her. I make quick work of the ropes, so I can turn her around and inspect her. Her eyes are closed, but her cheeks are flush, and her eyes are dry. She didn’t cry. Still, I’m worried that I was too rough?
“Fallon?” She stirs, but her eyes remain shut.
Maybe I fucked her right to sleep? Lying down next to her, I slide my arms behind her head and turn her toward me. She sighs deeply and inches toward me. Maybe she is cold and seeking out my body heat. I pull her closer and tuck the blanket over us both.
“Go to sleep,” I tell her and place a gentle kiss on her forehead. My heart expands in my fucking chest as the soft sigh she expels. That was good, too fucking good.
I can’t believe this is how the night ended. I was sure it would be a disaster with Fallon crying her eyes out in the cell, and me drinking myself half to death.
Closing my own eyes, I’m about to drift to sleep when I hear her murmur something. At first, I can’t make out what she is saying at all. It’s a mumble jumble of words that make little sense. Then I hear them loud and clear, the words that will not let me sleep a single minute tonight.
“I’m sorry I have to betray you…”
23
Fallon
Another three days pass. Things feel different and yet the same. I’m still nowhere closer to getting to a phone to call those people. I’ve thought about telling Markus the truth more than once, but the instructions were clear. I’m not to tell anyone, especially not Markus.
If I do, my sister will die…
Pressure forms behind my eyes just thinking about her. She’s been held captive as long as I have now, but I don’t know under what conditions. Somehow, I doubt it’s in a cozy cabin like I am, and that makes me feel so incredibly guilty.
Markus has scared me more than once, threatened to hurt me even, but I’m sure he’s done nothing compared to all my sister must have endured.
Switching gears, I think back to that night three days ago. He didn’t get the information he wanted, but he still didn’t hurt me.
His touch was gentle, possessive. He worshiped my body and drove out feelings I had no right feeling. He bought me, paid a million dollars so that he could fuck me however he pleased. The last thing I should be doing is giving in to these tantalizing feelings.
Captive falling for her captor. It was stupid and would surely end in either heartache or death. Markus wasn’t the type to love or even care for another human, so why was he showing me compassion when he showed no one else it.
He hasn’t asked me again who I was trying to call, which makes me wonder if he has something else planned or if he’s simply given up.
I mull over my thoughts while eating breakfast, which Markus made. Homemade oatmeal with fresh fruit. Each bite I take lands in my belly like a brick. Across from me, Markus sits, watching me, his eyes glued to my spoon as I shovel food into my mouth.
As if he realizes what he’s doing, he shakes his head and snaps out of it.
“Hurry and finish. We’re going on a little trip.”
Newfound excitement fizzles in my belly. “Where are we going?”
I try not to sound as eager as I feel but getting out of the house is just what I need today. I feel like a bird in a cage, never free, always longing for more. I need to feel the air beneath my wings just for a while.
“It’s
a surprise,” Markus says, his voice icy.
It doesn’t sound like a surprise should, but I don’t say that. The last thing I want to do is piss Markus off. We’ve been on such great terms, and I don’t want that closeness to go away. I’ll keep my mouth shut for now.
Picking up the bowl, I place it in the sink. When I turn around, I find Markus standing a few inches away. Jesus.
“You know for such a large man, you move like a ninja,” I blurt out.
Markus gives me as close to a smile as I’ve ever seen from him. “Let’s go. We’re going to be late for the surprise.”
I grin excitedly. “I can’t wait.”
Markus only nods, and I wonder if it’s a surprise for another test.
In the car, Markus is quiet, too quiet. He grips the steering wheel almost as if it’s someone’s throat. We pass through a couple towns, and with each mile, I realize we’re headed toward my hometown of Sun Valley. I chew on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from asking him where we’re going. If I can keep the terror that’s bubbling up in my stomach down, then I’ll be fine. Maybe we’re just passing through?
That has to be it. I never told Markus where I lived. It’s merely a coincidence. Right? It has to be. Knots of fear develop in my stomach, twisting and tightening to the point of pain. Placing a hand against my stomach, I try to hide the pain.
Markus doesn’t even look away from the road, and I see that usual cold mask fall over his face. As we enter Sun Valley, I stare out the window, anxiously waiting to see what will happen next. Markus slows and turns onto a side street, then another, slowly getting closer to my house. Turning into the subdivision, I start to tremble.
Once we reach my street, I’m a complete mess, and my throat is so tight I don’t think I could speak even if I wanted to. My family home comes into view, and my chest starts to rise and fall so rapidly it feels like I’m having a heart attack.
Drive by, please drive by.
The car slows and pulls to the curb. I can see everything I tried my best to rebuild with Markus crumbling beneath my feet. He puts the car in park and reaches across the seat for the glovebox. I bite my lip to stifle the scream threatening to come out of my mouth when I see the shiny glint of the gun. What’s he going to do? Is he going to kill them… or me?
