by Chloe Saint
“I was a kid,” I protested, “I didn’t mean it—“
“Yes, you did,” Killian growled into my ear. His breath was hot on the shell of my ear, and it made my heart pick up speed. “Don’t pretend you don’t know—you were made for us, Belle.”
“You can’t hold me to a promise I made when I was eight,” I said, and squeaked when he parted my thighs.
“Let me show you,” he said hotly, and pulled the robe around my hips. My legs were splayed in the air, and I panted as he pushed a finger into me. My clit throbbed.
Yes, I was wet. Yes, I enjoyed seeing the hungry looks on all their faces, turned towards me, attention fixed on me, licking their lips like they wanted to devour me…
“We’ll show you how perfect you are for us,” Killian drawled, licking and biting the shell of my ear. He moved down to the delicate skin of my neck, placing a bite on the place where my blood throbbed, fast and hot.
“I can’t Not here, in front of everyone...!” I protested, as he inserted a second finger in. He wasn’t anywhere near as careful as Derrick had been that first night, but I still...liked it.
After the knowledge that had been dumped into my brain, of Daddy’s betrayal—but hadn’t he been betraying me my entire life?—my mind was reeling. I needed something to scrape me raw, to abrade my sharp edges into something smooth and bearable.
“You can, you will,” Killian taunted, flicking my clit with his careless finger. It was so rough it hurt, but my body didn’t seem to care. Instead, I arched into his touch. Through my haze of arousal, I noticed that the three men watching had huge tents in their jeans.
“Gunner,” I said suddenly, looking at him. His eyes snapped to my face. He was trying not to touch the bulge in his pants, though I could see that he was almost shaking from the effort that took. I could also tell that he was big…really big. He would be the one who could fill me up, until I wouldn’t be able to feel anything but him, stretched so tight around him that I’d see stars.
“Not a good idea,” he grunted to me, but his hands tightened on his thighs. I let my eyes flutter shut and moaned as Killian went deeper. It wasn’t fake, but it was calculated. When I peeked at him again, I could see him gritting his teeth in frustration.
“You might not be able to take Gunner,” Derrick said, raising his eyebrow at me. He wasn’t holding back, and had his fist around his thick length, pumping it up and down as he watched Killian finger-fuck me into oblivion.
“I want to,” I said stubbornly, and bit back a scream as Killian pinched my clit without warning. “I’ll use my mouth.”
“Behave,” Derrick scolded Killian. I felt his smile against my hair.
“Gunner?” Derrick said.
“Yes,” Gunner replied finally. I didn’t say anything, but I released the breath I’d been unconsciously holding. He said yes.
He approached me slowly, with intent. He didn’t take his eyes off me for a second, and instead drank in the sight of me squirming in Killian’s lap as he played with my clit and pussy. I held my breath as he slowly unzipped his jeans and drew out his cock. I swallowed.
It was enormous. The biggest I’d seen so far, and erect now. Thick and pulsing in Gunner’s hand, it twitched as I licked my lips unconsciously. It looked like Gunner was as eager as I was.
He came and stood in front of me, which put his dick right at the level of my face. Before he could initiate anything, I began licking and sucking it experimentally. From the way he groaned in response, I guessed that I was doing something right after all.
It was my first time giving a blowjob, and I knew I must be appearing sloppy and inexperienced. The thought made me blush with shame, but Gunner had his hands in my hair, holding me in place and whispering what a ‘good girl’ I was, and that gave me confidence.
I took his head in my mouth first, and sucked hair, hollowing out my cheeks. That made his grip in my hair tighten, so I continued to lick and suckle the tip. I couldn’t take all of him in my mouth, he was too big, so instead I began pumping his shaft with my hand and played with his balls.
He gave a contented sigh, which made me bolder. I found that I was able to draw him further into my mouth and continue sucking. He was getting restless now, and I could sense that he was getting close. I could feel Killian’s erection poking into my thigh insistently, but he didn’t stop massaging my clit and inner lips.
I was almost riding his fingers now, and focusing on my own pleasure. Gunner didn’t need any prompting to start thrusting in and out of my mouth, slowly and carefully. Each inward thrust brought his length further inside my channel, and when the pressure in my pussy coalesced into a climax, I had nearly his entire cock in my mouth, touching my throat at the base.
“Taking my cock so well baby girl, swallowing me so good and hot and tight,’ he was murmuring as he came, splashing hot and salty into my throat. I briefly choked but managed to swallow, and lay back against Killian, boneless and sated.
Chapter 7
“Soon you’ll be able to take us all at once,” Derrick said, stroking my hair. My skin was sweaty, which made it skin to my skin, but he didn’t seem to care that it was disgusting.
“I could never,” I murmured to him. I was too loose and relaxed to feel shock at his words. I just felt slightly puzzled.
All of them at once? No, that was impossible, my brain told me simply. It couldn’t be done.
“You’ll surprise yourself,” he said, chuckling.
Gunner lifted me into his arms, his arms solid and unyielding under me.
“I can walk,” I protested ineffectually.
“You’re still weak,” he said curtly. “You’re not in any shape to walk. You should never have—“
He bit his lip without finishing his sentence.
“I should never have asked you to fuck my mouth, you mean?” I said, letting my head drift back against the oddly comfortable hardness of his chest. “But I knew you couldn’t hurt me.”
“I could hurt you,” he contradicted me, but he didn’t sound happy about it. “I could hurt you in all sorts of ways you don’t even understand.”
“But so what if you could? As long as you don’t actually do it…”
He carried me upstairs, to an unfamiliar room. It was one I hadn’t bothered looking into, since it was just one in a line of guest bedrooms, sterile and impersonal.
“I thought there wasn’t anything here,” I said curiously.
“Took a good look around, did you?” he said dryly, and I flushed as I remembered how his brothers had all caught me snooping. He dropped me on the bed gently, and I turned on my side to watch what he was doing.
He opened the big walk-in closet, and emerged with a pile of clothing. “
“What’s—“ I began, and screeched as he dumped the whole thing on top of me.
“What the hell!” I said, climbing out of the pile, glaring at him. My annoyance faded as I saw the creases around his eyes, a tell-tale sign that he was laughing on the inside.
“Sorry,” he said solemnly.
“No you’re not,” I grumbled.
“Maybe not,” he agreed, and tossed something at me.
I shook it out and stared.
It was a dress. A very pretty, very expensive sweater dress. It was perfect for being indoors on a winter day.
“This is…for me?”
“No, it’s for the other girl we kidnapped in the dead of night and brought back to our remote home in the mountains,” Gunner said. “So give it back.”
“It is for me,” I said, staring down at it. The material was luscious, soft and warm like butter and sunlight. I’d never held such an expensive thing in my life. I looked around at the scattered clothing. It was all designer, stylish but also practical. I spied jeans and shorts, tank tops and blouses, skirts and dresses.
My mind was reeling.
“You…the four of you went shopping for me?” I said disbelievingly.
“It’s amazing what an unlimited budget and a person
al shopper who’s eager to please her best customers gets you,” he said, clearing his throat. His tone was indifferent, but there was a subtle pleasure in his face.
I’d made him happy by accepting the ridiculously extravagant clothes he’d bought for me. Well, there were worse things.
“We can’t have you wandering around the house in just a shirt or a bathrobe,” he explained, not looking away as I untied the bathrobe and pulled the dress down over my naked body. “Killian would have preferred you without clothes altogether, but even he understands that you need to be warm.”
“Thank you,” I said, looking down at the way the soft dress hugged my body. “It’s perfect.”
“Don’t thank me, Belle,” he said, eyes clouding with something complicated. It could have been grief, or desolation. All I knew was that I couldn’t touch it just by being there…yet. “Don’t ever thank me.”
“But I want to,” I said stubbornly. “If you hadn’t, I’d be the slave of someone worse than even my Daddy. After he got the money my Mom left me, what do you think he’d do with me?”
He looked back at me silently, but I knew our thoughts were drifting in the same direction. The monster who bought me would make sure I had a ‘tragic accident’, maybe cut the brakes of the car I was in, for example.
“Want to watch something?” I asked, grabbing the remote off the nightstand. “I’m in the mood for something stupid and trashy.”
“I need to go check on things,” he said, to my disappointment.
There was something still so remote about Gunner. I knew the feeling of being filled with his cock and dragged to the edge of pleasure with his touch. And yet, there was still so much I didn’t know about him.
I gnawed my lip as he left, flicking through the channels restlessly.
There was nothing interesting on.
Game show. Home renovation show. Women with orange faces yelling and throwing wine at each other. Soap opera. Daddy talking to a reporter. Police procedural.
Wait, what?
I frantically flipped back and found it again. It really was Daddy, and he was talking to some reporter. I noticed that it was a local news channel, but the Daddy was given a close-up, and there were captions for what he was saying as well.
He looked good, I noticed. Daddy always had the clean-cut looks of a born politician. In fact, he’d run for mayor twice when I was a baby, until he realized that going into a business was a much better use of his talents at schmoozing and shaking hands with other slimy businessmen.
I wondered how long it had taken him to realize that he had a valuable resource to leverage, namely the body of his young daughter. I liked to think that he only first thought of it after Mom’s death, but who could really know.
I raised the volume a little, heart clenching as I saw my photo being flashed on the top right corner. It was my yearbook photo from high school. Apparently they hadn’t been able to find anything more recent. I looked fresh faced and young.
God, I looked so young. Even then, I had a downward tilt at the corner of my lips. My eyes were looking somewhere into the distance. I looked like a ghost, I realized now. It was before our move, of course, so I was still getting my nightly visitations, in my tucked-away room in the corner of the top floor, where nobody could hear me cry out.
“—joined with a group of extremely dangerous domestic terrorists,” Daddy was saying, “We are heartbroken by this—Belle, if you’re out there, all we have to say is ‘Come home’, please! Everything is forgiven. I won’t let anything happen to you. Your sisters—“ and here, his breath caught, so convincingly that even I admired it, “Your sisters miss you so much!”
And on and on and on. Then the picture changed, to a live feed of our little house in the boondocks. They showed a clip from earlier this morning, of Lenny fleeing into the house with a bag of groceries in hand. She looked like she’d been crying.
I watched numbly, picking up bits and pieces from what the reporters were saying. I watched the reports for what felt like hours.
The channel had really pulled out all the stops, and spared no expensive. There was an aerial shot of our little house, probably taken from a helicopter. They showed interviews of all our neighbors who agreed to speak to them. They all looked thrilled to be on television.
All of them said different versions of “We knew she was bad news from the start!”
People would say anything for their fifteen seconds of fame.
There was endless speculation about me and my whereabouts, as well as the men who had taken me. They didn’t have anything solid, thank goodness.
But how long would it take them to follow the tracks of huge jeep to a log cabin in the mountains?
And meanwhile, Daddy had done a superb job of misleading everyone.
It seemed that the morning after the Emery brothers took me, Lenny finally gained consciousness, thanks to Bridgette who found her. They told Daddy what had happened, believing, in all innocence, that he had no idea what happened.
They told him about the men dressed in black who chloroformed Lenny and grabbed me.
Poor Lenny and Brigette, I thought with growing horror. They’d done it because they loved me and were terrified for me. Little did they know that they’d done the worst possible thing, and played right into Daddy’s hands.
He immediately went to the police and everything just spiraled out of control from there. It looked like someone from the police department (or more likely, Daddy himself) leaked the story to the local news, who jumped on it like piranhas on fresh meat.
Daddy made me out to be delusional, a compulsive liar, and a deeply troubled person who wouldn’t accept help from her family. He implied but didn’t say outright that I had violent outbursts to frighten my family into giving me whatever I wanted, and that my sisters were afraid that I’d hurt them.
This fictional version of me that was a violent deviant apparently just ran off one day with a group of thugs, and nobody knew what we were planning on doing next.
“We know Belle had made some terrible mistakes,” Daddy said, his voice trembling so convincingly that even I felt some admiration for him, “But she doesn’t deserve to go to jail for one bad decision!”
“Your younger daughters must be so relieved to finally have the truth out in the open,” the reporter said sympathetically. He had apparently swallowed Daddy’s story, hook line and sinker. “At least now they’re not in any danger from their disturbed older sister.”
“Belle would never intentionally hurt them!” Daddy said emphatically. I was surprised for a minute, but as he continued talking, my heart sank again. “Sometimes she would just lose control, and become someone else. You could see it in her eyes, even when she broke things and threatened to kill me, I always knew my sweet girl was somewhere in there still…”
I turned it off and stared down at my hands.
What did Lenny and Bridgette think about all this? I wondered. Obviously they must have seen through Daddy’s bullshit. Maybe they were trying to get the word out even now. But who would believe them? They were just teenage girls. People would just pity them and say that I’d brainwashed them into believing that I was a quiet, gentle soul.
My nails bit into the flesh of my palms. I couldn’t stop my entire body from shaking like a leaf, even with my arms wrapped around myself.
I closed my eyes, still curled in the fetal position. But I didn’t let any tears fall. I refused to cry, I refused to let Daddy bring me to tears.
Just because he was a cruel, twisted man didn’t mean that he couldn’t be stopped.
Chapter 8
Someone was stroking my hair gently.
Their fingers carded through my hair with infinite patience, untangling the snarls and touching the skin of my neck with feather-light caresses.
“Mm,” I murmured sleepily, and raised my head.
It was Derrick, sitting next to me on the bed. We were still surrounded by the results of their shopping adventure.
“You’re awake,” he said, half a question.
“Yeah,” I said, and yawned hugely. “Why do I keep falling asleep? I never used to sleep this much back—back then.”
I was about to say ‘back home’, but that wasn’t right. By no stretch of my imagination could I truly call the house where I lived with Daddy ‘home’. The only affection I still held in my heart was for my sisters.
Derrick frowned, but not at me. It was a thoughtful expression, of someone trying to find the right words to say.
“In my experience, people who have experienced severe trauma may be nearly-catatonic when they reach a place of safety. Relative safety,” he amended, mouth quirking up at the corner.
“Huh,” I said.
“You’re in a recovery period,” he added, and stood up. “Do you know animals that hibernate have a period after they wake up where the only thing they do is eat, sleep and fuck?”
“You’re saying I’m like an animal that had a…mental hibernation period?”
He nodded slowly. “I think that’s probably the case.”
“How do you know so much about this stuff, anyway?” I asked curiously.
I stood beside him and stretched, long and slow. My joints cracked audibly, punishing me for sleeping all curled up and small.
“I was studying to be a doctor before all this,” Derrick explained, leading me downstairs. “I was taking all pre-med courses when I got the news about my parents’ accident. I didn’t finish, obviously, but I still remember most of it.”
“You would’ve made a great doctor,” I told him, “Great bedside manner.”
“Did you think so even when I was spanking you?” Derrick asked, sounding amused. I flushed at the memory of squirming and crying out, tears wetting my face as my bare bottom grew hot and red under the force of his spanks.
“I don’t know what I thought,” I admitted. “Well, I do, actually. I thought you were a monster.”
He didn’t miss the change in tense. I said that I ‘thought’ he was a monster, not ‘think’. I knew what he would ask before he even opened his mouth.
“What about now?” he asked. The muscles of his shoulders bunched up, he looked tense.
