by T. N. King
Ellie squeezed her hand.
“There now. See? Everything is fine and I have people searching for Mr. Hunt and as soon as we—”
A big boom cut off her words. It sounded like a door slamming open and hitting the wall.
“Where is she?”
Ellie gasped. Morgan?
The nurse let go of her hand. “You can’t just come in here and—”
“The hell I can’t!”
Ellie tried to speak but her throat had swollen up. He was alive!
“Sir, you need to back up and we will clear you to see her at the desk.”
Silence.
Ellie waited, straining to hear any noise, any word he might say.
Nothing.
Had she imagined this? Hallucinating that Morgan had been here? She knew she hadn’t been right in the head ever since her Cooper had crashed. Maybe all of this was like her hearing Hillborn speaking when that wasn’t possible. She was crazy or she was dead and this was hell.
There was shuffling and the nurse whispered something that Ellie couldn’t hear. Then she heard the shutting of a door.
Silence again.
Ellie felt tears fill her eyes. It had been a dream or a sign that she was truly insane. It had to be, cause if Morgan had really been here, no one could have stopped him from seeing her.
Morgan allowed the nurse to move him out to the hall. He felt numb. When he’d burst in, he had intended to go in, be by her side and face whatever it was that had happened.
Then he took in the sight before him.
Ellie lying in the hospital bed and her face looking whiter than the bed sheets—bandages over her eyes. Her delicate hands covered in ugly cuts and her arms covered in purple bruises. Tubes were hooked up to her and machines were all around her. The ghastly sight of his beautiful little Ellie hurt and helpless had literally taken the breath from his lungs. She didn’t even seem to be awake or speaking. Was she in a coma? His whole body had frozen. His heart had pounded so hard. Then suddenly, he felt as if his heart had stopped. He couldn’t breathe. How bad could it have gotten, that all this had happened?
“Morgan?”
How can I repair this? I never even repaired what that freak had done to her. I just let it go by as if it had never happened. Then for Daphne to come into their home and destroy what Morgan had built so carefully with Ellie? That had caused Ellie to run off, thinking she had ruined his future. Hurt again. She’d been hurt yet again! And I didn’t protect her enough.
“Morgan!”
Finally, he raised his gaze to stare blankly at Chance.
“What the hell, man?” Chance looked upset. “What happened? Isn’t this her room?”
Morgan found he couldn’t speak. The man with the art of words, always with an answer, always with the verbal solution and now he was at a loss as to how to explain what he just saw.
Chance looked puzzled and concerned. “S-she is alive, right?” His face looked two shades paler than normal.
Morgan shook his head. No, she wasn’t dead, but not for lack of trying by the fates, or his cruel life, his lies, his deceit, his selfish ways.
Chance sighed and turned to the door. He quietly opened it a crack and peeked in. Gasping, he then shut the door with a soft click. He turned around to face a stunned Morgan, his face whiter than it had been a moment ago. “Fuck!”
“Mr. Hunt?” The nurse stepped closer to him and grasped his arm. “Are you alright?”
Morgan suddenly snapped out of his daze and grabbed her upper arms. “NO!”
Chance shook his head and stepped close, seeming to know what would be coming next. “Now, Morgan, just stay calm—”
“Why are her eyes bandaged?” Morgan questioned. “Is she coherent? Was there brain injury? Can she speak? What can be done for her?” he shouted.
The nurse gaped at him for a moment. “Please try to calm—”
“Fuck that!” He easily raised her from the floor. “Tell me what’s wrong with her.”
The nurse squeaked as her feet left the floor and she gawked down at the very large, very upset man who was holding her high in the air.
“MORGAN!” Chance stepped close to get him to let go of the nurse.
“Security!” someone yelled from behind them.
“Shit!” Chance grumbled while looking panicked. “Morgan, you need to quit. Get ahold of yourself, man!”
“Tell me! Is she okay?” Morgan yelled.
The sound of pounding feet clamored across the tiled floor.
“Let her go!” a deep male voice ordered.
“Listen guys, he’s just upset,” Chance pleaded. “He won’t hurt her. Just everybody stay calm here and I’ll talk him down, okay?”
Morgan didn’t care what the hell these idiots were doing because he needed answers. How was he going to help her?
“M-Mr. H-unt—p-please put me down,” the nurse pleaded as her eyes were round in her terrified face.
Morgan shook his head. Didn’t they understand? His Ellie was lying in there hurt and helpless, blind!
Chance spoke again, “Now wait just a damn minute people, we can all talk this out, don’t do that!”
Morgan felt an electric shock hitting his back. His breath seized in his chest as he let the nurse go and slumped down.
“Dammit!” Chance leapt forward and caught him as they both hit the floor with a loud thump. “Why the hell do you fucking weigh so much?” Chance griped as he tried to haul him up.
The light grew dimmer to Morgan’s eyes as he tried to speak, “E-Ellie?”
CHAPTER NINE
Movement…Ellie felt her body being lifted then she was moving, as she could feel the motion and hear the gurney wheels beneath her.
“Mr. Hunt is having you moved, Miss White,” a man’s voice spoke. “To a private facility. You will get the best care there.”
Morgan? Ellie felt confused. Why hadn’t he come himself? Moving her? She waited to hear his voice. Surely, he had come? He would escort her, right?
Suddenly, she knew she was outside, as she heard the roar of a helicopter and the motion of them loading her into it. Then the loud hum and movement purred to her and she fell asleep.
Next, she woke and she was in a quiet place. All she could hear was a light beeping sound. Where was she now? Where was Morgan? It seemed like hours had gone by. She couldn’t tell time at all though. It could have been hours or days.
“Miss White?” a woman’s voice asked.
“Yes?” she whispered her throat dry from lack of speaking for so long.
“It will be just another day till we remove the bandages.”
A straw pressed against her lips and she took a sip. It was heaven going down her throat. Water never tasted so good, she tried gulping more.
“No, you need to take that slow, Miss White.”
The straw was gone and Ellie tried to stay awake, she needed to know. “Te-tell me…”
“Yes?”
“Where am I?”
“In New York,” came the reply.
Oh. He had her taken to his hometown. “Where is he?”
“Who?”
“M-Mr. Hunt.”
“Oh, he isn’t here yet, but he has told the staff he would be arriving tonight.”
Ellie scrunched her brows. Why would he not be here? He just had her moved but was too busy to be here? She tried to calm herself. I’m in no shape to be thinking straight and maybe he had a very good reason.
A hand patted hers. “Your vitals are good and you seemed to be healing well.”
Ellie made no reply. Her mind was on Morgan of course. She just needed to wait and find out what had happened to him. After all, she really didn’t know how much time had gone by. It seemed like days to her, but she knew it couldn’t have been.
She finally heard the woman leave when the door shut and Ellie felt sleepy. She pictured Morgan’s face. She missed him so badly. She wondered if she did remain blind would he even want her? Why would a man like him want
someone with that kind of handicap? Yeah, like she wasn’t enough baggage before.
She choked up at the thought of him telling her he couldn’t handle it when they diagnosed her as blind for life. Don’t think like that Ellie. Think of something good. Like when he made love to you. Or when you first had sex with him. Now that was hot. The man had taken her by storm that very first time. She laid still and remembered the look on his face when she first took her dress off and stood in front of him nude. He told her to and she’d just done it without thinking. She didn’t realize at the time that she’d followed his every direction…
“You’ll come at least a couple more times before this night is over,” he’d promised as he grabbed a handful of her hair and gently pulled her head back. With his other hand, he lightly smacked her ass. “Spread your legs wider and reach down and rub your clit,” he commanded from behind her.
“Oh,” Ellie said a little surprised, but she quickly obeyed, amazed at what a turn on it was.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he urged and continued his steady rhythm of slow, long strokes into her from behind.
He smacked her ass again and Ellie could feel another orgasm building. The spanking was a real turn on and she never knew it would be. “Oh, my god,” she squealed, again.
“You’re gonna come, again,” he said, almost like a command. “I want you to come on my cock this time, sweetness. I want to feel your hot, wet pussy grip my dick.”
Ellie was a frantic mess, now mindless with pleasure and feeling so turned on by his tone, his actions…his power as she pushed back onto him with all the energy she could muster while at the same time, rubbing her plump and juicy clit. No man had ever spoken to her like this, and she couldn’t believe how much she liked it. It was such a turn on.
Morgan pulled a little more on her hair, urging her to climax. He smacked her ass again before picking up his pace as he fucked her steadily from behind.
Ellie felt weak as a huge orgasm washed over her before she even realized it. Her body seemed to just obey his, without her even being involved. Free. It felt so freeing. “Oh, fuck,” she cried out.
Morgan growled from behind her, but kept pumping into her. “That’s it. Come all over my cock.”
His voice and his tone made her shudder in an all out weakened ecstasy. Ellie’s orgasm burst from inside of her and emanated to her outermost limbs. She slumped down to the bed afterwards and felt Morgan pull out.
She rolled over and after catching her breath said, “I’ve already climaxed twice and you have yet to get any satisfaction.”
“Oh, I’ve gotten plenty of satisfaction,” he said. “You have no idea what a turn on it is for me to see a woman climax at my hand.” He climbed onto the bed and laid next to her. “Do you need a minute to catch your breath?”
Ellie sat up, as she didn’t want to miss a thing from this night. “I’m good. What did you have in mind next?”
Morgan sat against the headboard and pushed his dick up so that it stood straight up from his groin, a good eight inches. “I want you to ride me,” he said.
Oh, my. Ellie had stared at his very impressive offer for a few seconds and concluded that it was definitely the biggest she’d ever had. She also hadn’t had much practice on top. She took a deep breath and replied, “Okay,” before climbing on top of him.
“Not like that,” he said and motioned for her to turn around. “I want to enjoy your ass while you get off.”
Oh, wow! This kind of talk definitely made her wet. How does he know this about me, when I never knew this myself really? She was learning all kinds of things about herself tonight. She did as he asked and turned so her back was facing him then she positioned herself above his huge hard erection.
“Get up on your feet,” he said. “You’ll have more control that way and you’ll definitely enjoy it more.”
She’d never tried it like this before, but did as he asked. With a hand on his chest for support, she guided him into her.
“Oh, yeah,” he urged her on.
She turned around to gauge his satisfaction. “You like that, huh?”
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “There’s nothing sexier than a woman in control. You are in charge, now. It’s up to you to get me off. I want to watch you fuck my cock.”
Oh, the pressure, and the way he talks makes me so wet. But she definitely wanted to please him. After trying a few different angles, she found one that felt really good. Morgan supported her back with his big, strong hands, so her hands were free. She placed them on her thighs for added support and began a slow, seductive dance where she rolled her hips up and down. Oh, that feels so good.
“Yeah,” Morgan said. “Now pinch your nipples.”
“What?” She turned to look at him.
“You get off on me talking dirty to you. I can tell. Now pinch your nipples,” he commanded.
Ellie could feel her face flush with heat, but she wasn’t embarrassed. She felt empowered in some odd way. She lacked the courage to do things on her own, but certainly had the strength to carry out his commands, no matter how provocative or straightforward they were. She smiled at Morgan and then turned back around and put her hands up to her breasts. “How’s this?” she asked as she rolled a nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, yeah. That’s really turning me on,” he persuaded her. “Now play with your clit with your other hand. I want you to get off again, one more time before I do.”
Ellie paused.
Morgan encouraged her. “Come on, baby. Come on my rock hard cock.”
Holy smokes! He was all she’d wanted. The man had hidden this commanding personality. Or, had he hidden it? Now, she felt his true intentions. This would be a night she wouldn’t forget and that was all she felt sure of. Ellie reached down between her legs to her very soaked folds and toyed with the plump little button there. Immediately, she felt the build, the erotic pulse of her own body and savored each stroke. His cock felt so good inside of her, too. Filled to the brim, she could feel every ridge, every vein inside her rubbing her inner walls. She bounced on it a few more times before realizing that she would indeed, climax again.
“Ahhh,” she let out as she picked up the pace.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he prompted his voice raspy now.
His voice seemed to act as an explosive catalyst and she peaked. “Oh, fuck!” she yelled out.
“Yes!”
“Oh!” She threw her head back as her body tensed. Color streamed behind her eyes to a brilliant hue until all she could see was the same bright light she remembered from when he’d headed toward her in the fire.
Oh, god, it had almost been more than she could handle at the time….
Ellie was now panting and feeling wet between her thighs while laying blind and helpless, all alone in a hospital bed. Yearning for the one man who’d literally saved her life, made her whole, and fought for her at every turn. Yes, remembering had done her some good. It made her realize what she was about to lose and had her wondering how she could fight to keep him, instead of letting him go. That night had been just sex and it had changed her whole freakin’ life. Then once their relationship really got going, he took her to heights unimaginable.
God, she would never have that with another man. She knew this deep down. But what could she…a plain uneducated girl from lower Philly do? These people in control of Morgan’s future were cold, calculating and hard. She knew by the way Morgan had spoken about his dad that the man was icy in personality, hard and driven.
Ellie sighed. Now, she might be blind. As if she didn’t have enough against her. There would be no barging in to speak to his father or his mother. She would look pathetic using a white cane for the blind while tapping everything in front of her with it and shouting, “I demand to see Mr. Hunt!”
Ellie chuckled while picturing it. It was the first laugh she had in days. Or, she could smack the shit out of Daphne snatch-face with it! WHAP, WHAP! It would be worth it just to hear her gasp and cry out, even
if she couldn’t see that smug bitch’s face after she thwacked her a few times. Yes, it would wipe that conceited, ‘I’m better than you’ expression away, now wouldn’t it?
Without consent or awareness, Ellie’s laughter grew.
Yes, they would respect her, all right! She would threaten them with her cane! She would have them shaking in their Armani boots. Did Armani even make boots? She then pictured Chance in just Armani boots. Her laughter grew. Him, with his fucking thousand dollar suits and ridiculously expensive watches. Then the image changed where he was checking the time, his face all serious as he focused intently on his gold Rolex while naked in just boots, telling Morgan to hurry up for a meeting. Ellie howled so hard she rose up out of bed and felt one of the tubes detach from her arm.
Oh, what kind of drugs were they giving her?
She was nearly hysterical with laughter and couldn’t seem to stop it.
The machines around her started to beep louder and more frantically.
Ellie didn’t care, she laughed so hard her gut hurt as she brought up her knees to her chest and peeled out with breathless laughter. All of this that had happened was nothing but a big, fat stupid joke! I mean who could envision some freakshow, geek faced professor clamoring for me, stalking me, then chaining me up? After that, her and Morgan becoming porn stars on the net? Daphne yelling, “He’s the baby daddy!” Like some crack whore who got knocked up by a rich guy, crying and looking so pathetic. Pathetic…my lily white ass! All the while, Chance was moving in and out of the shadows fixing messes like some well-dressed overpaid janitor. Or some dark specter in those old 50’s noir films with his own plans and reasons.
What were those reasons again? Didn’t he have his own life?
“Miss White?” someone spoke in the room in a concerned voice. “What is it?”
Ellie was trying to get a breath. What is it? Didn’t they know? I mean everyone with net knew! It was the tragedy of her life turned into a world wide web, dark comedy. Sex, blackmail, porn, lies and videotape! “OH. MY. G-GOD!” Laughter came out of her in bursts of lost breath. Then suddenly, she could not catch her breath and her chest hurt so badly.
