by K E Osborn
The deep moaning against my cock as she works herself up only makes this all the more fucking hot for me. She doesn’t waver, sucking on me as if her life depends on it.
I slide my cock further down her throat, the tightness wrapping around me like nothing I’ve ever had before. Letting out a loud groan as my balls pull up, I throw my head back. A tingle flitters down my spine as my skin slickens in a sheen of sweat. I’m so fucking close.
Ivy begins to squirm, she’s obviously close, but my eyes shoot down to look at her. “Open your eyes, Ivy, stare at me. Don’t look away,” I demand as she draws me down into her throat again.
I groan, my fingers wrapped in her hair tight as hell. It must be hurting her, but my girl likes it rough. My eyes bore into her as my muscles tense so fucking tight, I could be mistaken for a statue. My balls pull up as the pressure builds inside of me, and I gasp as the intensity hits me, and then I explode like a fucking typhoon washes over me. I come so damn hard, it’s like I’m being rung dry as my cum empties into the back of her throat.
Ivy’s eyes widen as she tastes me for the first time as I pull my cock from her mouth. She licks her lips, wiping them a little, then swallows it down like a good little soldier.
“Good girl,” I pant.
Then within a second, her hand moves between her legs to finish herself off.
“Uh-uh, sweet thing. You don’t get to come yet. You think I’m going to allow that? You climax when I tell you, you can.”
She whimpers, “But I’m so close.”
“Don’t answer me back. Turn around. Get on all fours.”
She waggles her eyebrows. “Yes, sir!” she replies as she flips over on all fours.
Moving into position, I slide my hand up into her wet hair, my fingers wrapping around the long chestnut locks, and I hold tight, then yank her head back. She lets out a yelp, but I know the sound. It’s not from pain, it is a satisfied moan.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, sweet thing?”
“Yes, sir.”
My free hand slides over her supple ass, then I slap her cheek, hard. She jolts forward, but my hand holding her hair pulls her head back. She pants as I line the tip of my throbbing cock up with her slickened pussy.
You’re so ready for me, my dirty girl.
“Say my name, Ivy,” I growl.
“Void,” she husks out.
My palm twitches, slapping her ass again. “Wrong! Say my name, Ivy.”
She pushes back, the tip of my cock pressing against her pussy.
Greedy little bitch.
“Cade!” she gushes with much more gusto.
Hearing her call my name like that sparks something inside me. I yank her head back the same time I thrust up inside her. Her warm pussy envelops me so fucking tight, squeezing me for all I have, I stop for a second to gather myself. Still, I can’t wait for long because she starts moving like the fucking bitch she is.
I grip her tighter, slapping her ass again. “Don’t move, Ivy. I control this, not you.”
She whimpers in disagreement as she likes to control our sex, so letting me take over is hard for her.
My free hand moves to her waist, pulling her on and off me. She feels so fucking good as my fingers in her hair keep her head pulled back.
After this build-up, I don’t think it’s going to last too long for either of us. So, I thrust deep inside of her, pull back, rotate a little, then thrust back in.
“Fuck, Cade!”
A slow smile crosses my face. I’ve been trying to keep this part of me hidden from her, but she’s accepting me so openly and freely now. I hope she can take all of me the further we delve into my sexual expectations.
Her walls clamp around my cock, and I know she’s close as I pump into her harder.
“You want to come, Ivy?”
“Mm-hmm.”
I yank on her hair, which elicits a pleasure-filled moan. “That’s not how you answer me.”
“Yes, sir.”
My free hand slides down finding her clit. She writhes against me as I circle, bringing her closer to climax. My balls pull up feeling her tighten around me. Ivy pants, her breaths are more frantic, her skin slickening, the same time the tingle starts in my spine.
I’m so fucking close.
“Don’t you come until I tell you to.”
Ivy pants as I feel the pressure build from the tips of my toes all the way to my balls. She’s writhing, bucking like a damn bronco to get her release.
My balls pull up, and I throw my head back letting out a guttural groan. “Now, Ivy!”
Her pussy clenches around my cock, draining me for all I’m worth. My cock throbs, tensing as my muscles constrict, and then my entire body erupts as I come so fucking hard I can hardly contain myself. “Fuuuck!”
Everything in me is completely spent as I pull out and drop to the ground beside her.
She flops next to me as we both look up at the sky, panting for breath.
“That… was… amazing.”
I turn my head taking in the look of awe crossing her features. “I didn’t hurt you?” I ask while caressing her hair.
“Hurt me? You hurt me real good, Void.”
She knew. She knew that at this moment, I needed to be me again.
Not Cade from moments ago.
That’s why I can never let her go.
I don’t think my heart could take it.
“I came inside you. I fucked up,” I admit.
“A few weeks before we left, Eva gave me a packet of her contraceptive pills. I’ve been taking them.” She smiles.
I lean in, pressing my forehead to hers. “I need to thank Eva, but right now, let’s go inside and shower. We’ve both had a big day, and I think we need to unwind a bit more… together.”
Ivy rolls on her side, facing me. “I’m sorry I scared you… in the water. I don’t know why, but I wanted to float in it because it all got a little too much for me for a moment there.”
“When shit gets hard, when your mind can’t take the load, talk to me. We’re a team. We’re in this together. I don’t ever want to see something like that again. It scared the living hell out of me, Ivy.”
“I know, and it won’t happen again. I promise I’ll come to you. It’s you and me against the world.”
“Yeah, baby, you and me.”
I lean in, pressing my lips to hers. She gives me peace, but I can’t help my mind drifting to the flashes of white I saw before Ivy came back to me. I don’t know if my head is playing tricks on me, or if this is something I need to talk to Nycto about.
But right now, this is not the time to think about this shit while I am cuddling Ivy, so I let the white vision drift from my mind.
Chapter Nineteen
Void
After showering and getting ourselves warm, we’re all fucking snuggled up on the sofa. Ivy’s got her legs over mine, and her body’s draped against me. I swear I’ve never been the type of man who was into affection. It was drilled into me from an early age that tenderness wasn’t even a thing. It was all about sex, doing what had to be done, then leaving. So, needless to say, cuddling with a woman is new territory for me. I might have been a lot of Ivy’s firsts, but fuck if she isn’t getting a few of mine as well.
My fingers play with her hair as I let out a contented sigh.
Ivy glances up at me. “That sounded contemplative.”
“I was just thinking of how you’re changing me.”
“In a good way, I hope.”
“I’ve never been the type of guy to admit when I like someone. Hell, I’ve never been the type of guy to even like someone, so this…” I wave my hand around us, “… is all new to me.”
“In case you’ve forgotten, this is kind of new to me, too, but I’m glad we’re experiencing it together.”
Leaning in, I kiss her, my hand running through her hair, holding her to me.
For so long, actually most of my life, I’ve been a void, completely empty inside, lacking
empathy and emotion for anyone or anything, until Ivy.
I had no clue how the world could change, how colors could seem brighter, how sounds could be clearer. Everything is simply better with someone in your life who means fucking everything to me.
The problem with that, it means you also have something significant to lose.
And that makes you weak.
Ivy gives me strength, but she’s also my single greatest weakness.
Three Days Later
It’s so nice to be back in Ivy’s good graces. I thought for a second, we were going to be spending the rest of our stay here with her angry at me, but with us fucking on the bank of the creek, it pulled us back to each other. It’s what we needed. We have got to be united in this because we work better as a team.
Today, though, has me on edge. I’ve had no word from Nycto, the club for all I know could be fending off an attack right now. So, I’m doing my best to keep Ivy occupied. We’re on the sofa watching television. I’m wrapped around her, trying to keep her as calm as possible when the floorboards on the porch outside creek.
Ivy and I both shoot our eyes to the front door.
I ease Ivy off me slowly, not making any sudden movements. “Go to the panic room. Don’t come out until I come get you,” I whisper as we both stand quietly. I draw out my gun as she turns with nothing but fear in her eyes. “Go!” I mouth.
Ivy grimaces, then starts running.
Before I even make it to the front door, it bursts open. Men wearing the same white slacks and white shirts my father used to make us wear surge inside, all with guns aimed directly at me. I point mine back, but honestly, there’s nothing I can do. There’s way too fucking many of them.
A disciple signals to the others, and they rush me. I grit my teeth as one of them grabs my gun from my hand, the others pull me over to the kitchen chair, slamming me down on it. I try to fight them, but they pull wire ties out of their pockets, tying my wrists together behind my back as I let out a low growl.
“Whatever you want, you won’t find it here!”
The ringleader chuckles. “We already have.” He waves his hand through the air, and another disciple comes from down the hall dragging a gagged and bound Ivy behind him. Her eyes are fraught with fear as she tries to fight them off. I thrash about on the chair in an attempt to get to her, but the disciple holds me in place.
She didn’t make it to the panic room.
“Ivy! Get your fucking hands off me. Ivy! Let her go, you fucking brainwashed pieces of shit.” I pummel about, fighting harder than ever, but all it does is make my wrists burn against the tension of the ties. Two men hold me down with every ounce of strength they have, while the disciples laugh.
But then everyone stops when a man walks into the bungalow.
All eyes turn.
And I take in the tall figure.
He hasn’t changed at all.
Maybe his hair’s a little grayer.
The wavy hair is to his shoulders, the pronounced mustache over a slightly smaller beard, the style making him appear like a guy from an old seventies’ porno movie, but I’m sure the gray hair would make ladies view him as a silver fox. He’s not some ugly fuck, that’s for sure. He has an aura about him that draws people in, and that’s why he’s so fucking deadly.
“Hello, son.”
Scowling, I shake my head. “You stopped being my father the day you tried to turn me into you!”
He walks inside, views the bungalow, his eyes taking everything in. “You mean the day I freed you from your virtue… from your innocence. You need to see, Cade… life is made up of moments, of choices. They define us. You chose that day to be a man. You chose to become… Just. Like. Me. It helped shape who you are no—”
“I’m nothing like you.”
“Nothing? You don’t think women should submit to us? Let me get this straight, you don’t make Ivy submit to you?”
My eyes shift to Ivy. Tears well, then slowly fall over her bottom lids.
Oh, hell, maybe I am just like him?
“What Ivy and I do is none of your damn business!”
“What Ivy and you had might be none of my business, but it’s over now. Ivy belongs to me. I’m taking her as my first offering. She’s young, virile, hardly broken in. Her children will be the next generation, seeing as the last was useless at keeping the family tradition going.”
Anger blooms inside of me so strong I can barely contain it. I wrestle in my chair again. It moves from side to side on its legs as I attempt to get free. So much so, the chair almost topples over as they start dragging Ivy outside.
“Ivy!” My chest squeezes tight as panic rips through me. “Ivy!”
She tries to fight them too, but there’s too fucking many of them as they drag her out, kicking and screaming under her gag.
“Fuck!” I scream out as I struggle in my restraints.
They exit the bungalow causing my anxiety to reach a critical level.
I must get to Ivy.
So, I jump on the seat, trying to break it, but all it does is topple to the side, and I slam to the floor with a massive thud—a deep pain ripples through me. My ribs causing my breath to catch as my nose crinkles with a strange smell. My eyes shoot up as smoke begins to waft in under the front door.
“Shit!” I spin my head around to see it’s coming in the back door too.
The haze wafts in, heading directly for me as I wrestle with the fucking chair. Smoke floods the floor of the bungalow, which makes me cough. My eyes sting as I fight harder to free myself, but they have me tied up pretty fucking tight. Adrenaline spikes through my veins as the orange and yellow flickers of flames glimmer through the living room window. That sight kicks me up a notch, but I am still not making any headway. Coughing and spluttering, I’m starting to become dizzy. All I’m really doing is turning in fucking circles.
I’m not getting anywhere.
Shifting, I attempt to sit up. My plan is to drop onto the chair and break it, but my body is weakening with all the strenuous effort I’ve put in so far. I manage to stand and drop to the floor, but the chair doesn’t budge.
Not knowing what to do next, I lay here, taking a couple of shallow breaths trying not to breathe in too much smoke, when someone breaks down the front door, the woodgrain splintering off in all directions. I lift my head as a vision of Dash enters the flaming bungalow.
What the fuck!
Am I hallucinating?
Dash rushes to me, pulling out a knife, cutting me free. “C’mon fucker, up you get,” he urges, then lifts me from the chair, rushing with me toward the entry of the house. As we get out on the front porch, a section of roof slams down in front of us, completely alight.
Dash grabs the rocking chair to the right of us, using it to push the debris out of the way enough for us to clear a path through. We rush out to the front area, and we both fall onto the fresh-cut grass. I’m coughing frantically. Dash pats my back, trying to help me to breathe as we both watch the quaint little bungalow go up in a fiery inferno, and with it, all of my strength.
I move to stand, but instantly fall back to the ground, so I spit out, “We need to find Ivy.”
“No, we need to call for help. We’re too far away from either club to get back up here in time, but Ivy did tell me of someone who might be able to help who’s nearby.”
I cough, narrowing my eyes in on him. “Hang on! Why are you even here? Weren’t you supposed to be off taking a break or some shit?”
Another section of the roof caves in with a giant thud, which makes us both jump, but Dash shakes his head in confusion.
“Is that what Nycto told you?”
I shrug, clearing my throat, trying to take in a deep centering breath, but I can’t seem to get one.
“No. He sent me out here in secret as surveillance. I was told to be your backup, but to keep my distance. Said I needed to learn to respect your relationship and my VP again. I’m sorry, man, Ivy’s amazing, we both know that. So, as long
as you make her happy, which from what I have seen over the last few days, then I’m happy.”
“So, Nycto punished you by making you watch us together, huh? Clever man. I appreciate you taking a step back, brother. But this is all shit talk ‘cause we gotta get her back.”
“Yeah, so let’s make a call and go get your girl!”
Chapter Twenty
IVY
As I’m ushered down a long winding road, the scenery could be seen as beautiful. The hill we’re walking along the top of spreads down, opening up onto an open field with a deep blue lake at the bottom. Quaint little homes line the area, giving this place a real homey vibe.
Void’s father—Wyatt, he calls himself, but I call him asshole—mumbles away about some shit, but I’ve blocked him out.
We walk past a large home on top of the hill overlooking the splendor below. It even has a little sty out the front with pigs being tended to by a woman, but she doesn’t make eye contact with me as we stroll past.
The thing is, I should be taking this all in. I should be paying attention to my surroundings, taking notes about how to make an exit strategy.
But I can’t.
I can’t think!
I’m finding it hard to simply breathe.
Because I saw these assholes light the bungalow on fire with Void inside, and now I’m sure he’s nothing but a pile of ash.
When they dragged me away, kicking and screaming, I’ve never felt so much pain in my life. Now, I completely understand Void and how he got his name because it’s exactly how I feel.
Like a void.
Emotionless.
Unfeeling.
Numb.
Not willing to fight for anything because quite simply, now there’s nothing left to fight for.
“So, you see, we’d been tracking Cade for a while using his cell.”
My ears click into what he’s finally telling me, and my head snaps to the side. “Wait! What? You were following him?”
