Little Dove

by Jaden Wilkes

  He pulled away from her beautiful cunt and kissed the smooth plain between it and her thigh. She giggled and threw her hands back. “I give up,” she said and laughed again, “I surrender.”

  He trailed his tongue up her body, past the abdomen and broken ribs, encircled her nipple briefly and found her mouth.

  She sucked at him fiercely, as if hungry for a taste of herself. His cock was hard to the point of pain, his balls were clenched and he was going to explode the moment he found her wet heat.

  But not yet, not just yet.

  He sat up and straddled her, rested his cock on her abdomen and leaned forward. She was magnificent, her hair fanned out around her and her cheeks were flushed with colour from her pleasure.

  “What?” she asked, suddenly self-conscious.

  “I want to marry you,” he replied and grinned.

  She giggled and wiggled her hips against him. She didn’t believe him.

  He leaned close to her, stared into her eyes and repeated himself. “I want to marry you.”

  “Are you serious? This is how you propose?” She still seemed a bit skeptical.

  “I am serious. You’re my family, and I want to make it official. I want to see you walk towards me and I want us to declare our love in front of friends, beneath the sky and beside the ocean. I want you, Columbia, and I want the world to know it.”

  She took a deep breath and seemed overwhelmed. He saw tears at the corners of her eyes. “I don’t know what to say,” she said, “this is so unexpected.”

  “Just say yes,” he replied, his voice barely more than a growl, “so I can fuck you and ease this.” He looked down at his aching cock, her gaze followed and she laughed.

  “Okay, yes! I want to marry you Dimi! Let’s do it, let’s have a wedding!”

  “Thank you,” he replied and fell to her neck, biting and kissing her. She was wiggling like mad, but her arms were pinned by his hands. She tensed for a moment and winced against his contact. It was subtle, but he felt it. “Are you okay?” he asked, worried that he’d pushed her too far, too fast.

  “I am,” she replied, “just a momentary wave of panic. I’m okay though, I really am.”

  He let her hands go and was gentle with her as he slid his length inside her. She was hot and velvety and tight around his cock. He wanted to come immediately, but knew she needed him to be slow.

  He withdrew and kissed her, suddenly unsure where to put his hands. He was so caught up worrying about her safety, her feelings, that he almost forgot how it was to love her.

  “Please fuck me,” she said, “I want to be us again.” She brought his hand to her neck and thrust her hips against him, drawing his cock deeper.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said and caressed her neck.

  “I need you to hurt me. I need to have pain feel good again, so I can release it,” she said. “I realize that now. I hurt so badly for so long, but when you hurt me, it sends me spinning and allows me to purge my darkness. I need to hurt, but only by your hands.”

  He squeezed his hand and she moaned. He moved against her, plunging into her cunt, and she gasped. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper. “Fuck. This. This is what I need, Dimi,” she said and he lost his mind.

  “I love you,” he said and squeezed tighter. He fell down on one elbow and whispered into her ear while he ravished her cunt. “I love you and I love your cunt. I love my filthy little whore, my queen, my little dove. Come on my cock, scream my name and make me feel you.”

  She gasped and thrashed her head, “Dimi,” she said, “this...” Her voice was raspy as his hand clenched tighter. She struggled against him, but also with him. She wanted to struggle, to be captured by him, to erase all evidence of her kidnapping. To heal her pain at last.

  She looked at him, her eyes so full of fire, so filled with light, that he came. He felt his cum shoot, thick and hot into her waiting cunt. He growled and groaned and sucked air between his gritted teeth as she bit his bicep, right on the tattoo of her mark. She always knew where to find his flesh, where to grind her mouth to take his orgasm to the next level.

  He shuddered against her and stiffened as his cock spent its last twitching moments flooding her pussy. Her own body fluttered against him, her cunt pulsed and she cried out her own release. He stayed inside her, reluctant to leave the place he’d longed for since her abduction. He wanted this moment to last.

  He finally collapsed and rolled off her, pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She slid her tongue around his and nipped his lower lip. They were easy and sensual, as they had been before she was taken.

  He’d missed this.

  He pulled back and watched her face, drank in the sight of her and thought about the life they would live together.

  Wherever they went, whatever they did and whomever they cared for, he knew one important fact. She was his, he was hers, and their lives were inextricably entwined and absolutely fucking perfect as long as they were in it together.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  COLUMBIA

  Nico was covered in sweat, his body gleamed and his muscles were straining in the heat of the day.

  But he was no match for her Dimi. Columbia was stretched out on a teak chaise next to the pool area, the wide expanse where training was taking place today. She’d already worked out, her body felt strong and healthy, but she still needed to take it easier than before. Even five months since her return, her ribs would crackle and her foot would swell if she pushed too hard.

  She loved watching the two of them spar, it sent a thrill through her body when Dimi won, when he slammed Nico to the ground and pinned him until he repeated some silly phrase Dimitri had come up with.

  Men were such boys in the end.

  “Come on Nico,” Iryna called out, then glanced at Columbia and blushed. She’d turned nineteen recently and was becoming a lovely woman, full of grace and good intentions.

  And eyes for Nico. Columbia wasn’t sure about the age difference, Nico was ten years older, but they seemed to get along well. She had the occasional stab of jealousy; it had been the three of them long enough that it felt strange to share his attention with another.

  She didn’t feel it that often though, since her escape from captivity. Dimitri had become the centre of her existence, her entire focus. She couldn’t imagine sharing him or herself, she felt as though she’d moved beyond that stage in their relationship.

  She closed her eyes and let the sun warm her body; it felt good to warm her aches and pains. She felt like she’d aged a hundred years in recent months, sometimes it wasn’t necessarily a good thing. She missed those carefree first months with Dimitri, back in Hong Kong.

  She listened to the sounds of the people gathered around to watch the training session. They were being schooled in self-defense, and in combat if they so chose. They had all been captives, and found themselves here through Dimitri’s growing network of information, or after having been rescued by Dimi and Nico.

  They always gave them the option of freedom with enough cash to start over; or life in Malta, training and learning how to eventually help on future rescue operations.

  Dimitri and Columbia were both still determined to hurt human traffickers as much as they possibly could. After learning more about the global reach of the horrific practice, Columbia had become depressed. There wasn’t enough money or time in the world to stop it outright. Human beings were terrible creatures, and seemed hell bent on harming one another.

  But they could use their money and resources to make a difference. She never wanted another person to go through what she had gone through, both as a child and during her recent time as a prisoner.

  It could have been worse; she knew that now. So much worse.

  The stories coming from the survivors were worse than anything she could have imagined in her darkest moments.

  Her friend’s stories included.

  Ioana had become a close ally. Columbia initially had experienced twinges of je
alousy and regret around their boy, little Sorin, but the last visit had been easier.

  Ioana understood, and never pressed the issue. She was wise beyond her years. Boian called her the village wise-woman in the body of a hot girl. She always protested when he’d say it, but Columbia saw the pride on her face at the respect of her man.

  Columbia loved them both and knew how it felt to be so deeply respected and loved. She counted her blessings every day, Dimitri always being top on her list.

  Ioana had opened up to her one night during their last visit. She’d confessed the horrors that had happened to her body, and Columbia had told her everything she’d been through. They’d cried together, drunk wine together, and bonded more fiercely than Columbia had thought possible with another woman, a friend.

  A shadow fell across her vision and she opened her eyes. She blinked against Dimitri’s silhouette; he was crowned by the sun and looked like a god himself.

  “What has you so deep in thought?” he asked and wiped the sweat from his brow with a plush white towel. He tossed it on the ground next to her chaise and sat at the end.

  She smiled, he was such a romantic, protective, dominant lover, but he still did stupid things that annoyed her, like tossing the towel on the ground. Even in the midst of their big, crazy love, they were just like everybody else.

  “I’ve been thinking about how so much has changed since I met you,” she said and sat up. “I feel like I’m ancient.”

  “You don’t look ancient,” he replied and leaned in for a kiss. He sucked her lower lip and nipped it, then went lower to nibble her neck. She got goose bumps every time he nibbled her skin; she loved his mouth.

  “I know,” she said, “but I feel it. My bones still ache sometimes, and I can’t stop thinking about…”

  She trailed off but she knew that he understood what she was talking about.

  Their baby.

  Nothing had gotten better on that front, she still thought about it every day, the feel of life inside of her, and the emptiness when it was gone.

  “Everything will work out in the end,” Dimitri said and put his arms around her. She inhaled his scent, the musky smell of sweat and that odour that marked him as Dimi, her love. “If it hasn’t worked out, then it simply is not the end.”

  She thought about that, he always had the right thing to say. It was a trite concept, could be a greeting card even, but he was right.

  This wasn’t the end of their story, so why was she so depressed about the baby?

  She pulled away and looked out at the group gathered around Nico and another man, one of the new recruits, a muscular blonde who was found in the basement in Bucharest. They were sparring, and Nico was winning. He let the other man get a blow in, but Columbia could see from here that he was building confidence, not losing to the unskilled fighter. He finally knocked the man down, but reached out and helped him to his feet. He clapped him on the shoulder and called for the next challenger.

  Nico was so good with them, the crowds of people who needed him. He’d turned out to be a natural teacher and leader. He had a gentle way of getting people to where he wanted them.

  He would be okay; his end would be okay.

  “I know we have so much ahead of us,” she said, “sometimes I get bogged down I guess.”

  “I think you need a change, little dove,” Dimitri told her, “when it wasn’t possible, I let you change it up in the bedroom.” He glanced at Nico and she blushed, she couldn’t believe she’d ever been so lustful for another man. She felt too…bruised…to consider that now.

  “What do I do now?” she asked and laid her head on his chest. This was definitely her favourite place in the world. This was where she wanted to be, today, every day, and to the last day of her life.

  She would die happy if she died on his broad chest.

  “I have a surprise,” he said, “I’ve prepared an apartment in Moscow. I want to take you home with me, back to where I grew up. I want to show you Russia.”

  “What about Nico? What about all the people we’ve brought here?”

  “They’ll be fine here without us, Nico does well with them. We need to be alone, we need to be naked and fuck and eat and shop and do whatever it takes to get you smiling again. If it means I put a baby in you, then that’s what I’ll do. If it means fucking you from one end of the world to the other, then I’ll do it.”

  He pulled her face up to look at him and continued, “If it means loving you and living with you and giving you everything I have at my disposal, then I’ll do it. I know you, love, and I know you need a change.”

  “Have you told them?” she asked, “Will we be safe?”

  “I haven’t, but we’re leaving tonight. We will be safe, but you might have to cook for me.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “We have no staff. It’s just going to be the two of us.”

  “Are you sure? You know I burn Kraft Dinner, right?”

  “Kraft Dinner? I’ve never had it, but I’m sure you make it wonderfully.”

  She smiled and curled up in his arms, laid her head back on his chest. “I will do my best,” she said and meant it. She would do her best for him, for her man, her love and soon to be her husband.

  She would do her best because he brought out the best in her; he gave her the best of him. Together they were perfect.

  They sat on the chaise and let the people move around them, listened to the noises of their friends fighting and laughing, and knew they’d be back soon.

  But not before they got back to where they used to be, not before they had time to rediscover each other and not before they were whole again. Both of them.

  In it together, as always.

  Right until the very end.

  EPILOGUE

  Ioana comforted the girl the best she could. She always came to the underground when there was a new group of captives arriving. She was uniquely qualified to know what they’d need, know what they had to hear.

  This group was one of the last they’d found in Bucharest. Boian and his gang had effectively hunted down the traffickers in their city and destroyed anything they’d had going on.

  She wanted to help, but she also wanted to get back to Sorin. She’d left him with a nanny at their new house, the one that Boian had finally been able to buy them. She missed his fat little cheeks, his dark eyes like his father’s and his thick mop of black hair. He was a gorgeous baby; everybody said so.

  She still came to the underground quite often though, she felt safer here with all the people around, even if she couldn’t handle the crowds like she used to. She just didn’t bring the baby on nights like this, when it was flooded with new rescues.

  She looked around for one of the girls who had already been rescued, one who was making her way through their group as a fighter and protector.

  “Alex,” Ioana called, “could you help me over here?”

  Alex nodded and crossed the room. “What’s going on?”

  “She needs you,” Ioana said and nodded towards the girl on the floor. She hadn’t moved in the hour since they’d been back. She saved the worst cases for Alex; she seemed to have a magical way about her, a knack for drawing the girls out and turning them into efficient fighters.

  Ioana thought Alex’s special gift had something to do with her gentle ways and her skilled tongue, she usually ended up having a small group of girls trailing behind her with stars in their eyes and Alex’s taste on their lips.

  It worked though; somehow Alex’s touch healed the ones Ioana sent to her. She thought this particular one looked like she needed some love.

  “I’ll look after her,” Alex said and sat down next to the girl and put her arm around her. The girl perked up slightly when Alex started whispering in her ear.

  Ioana smiled, magic tongue indeed, both in and out of the bedroom apparently.

  She went in search of Boian, wanting to get home to her baby, her family. She never liked being away from him now; it made her anxious
if they were too far apart.

  He’d protested at first, insisting she stayed home with Sorin during their raids, but she refused to be parted for long.

  She was learning the art of negotiation from Columbia. Her strange and complicated friend, Columbia. Ioana admired the girl, she was smaller and appeared much more delicate than herself, an exotic bird next to a workhorse perhaps…but she was tough. She could even take on Boian and hold her own at times. Ioana couldn’t wait until Columbia was fully healed so she could watch her fight in earnest.

  She needed to learn a thing or two about fighting; she made a mental note to ask Columbia about it the next time they spoke.

  She found Boian in a back room, one of a row set off the main chamber. They generally used them for sleeping quarters or storage, but today they were set up for interrogation.

  Boian almost ran her over, he was moving so fast.

  “Ioana,” he said and grabbed her shoulders, “we have to call them. Where are they?”

  “Who are you talking about?”

  “Dimitri and Col, do you know where they are?”

  “Yes,” she replied, “Moscow. Why?” She peeked around him to see into the room with the open door. A huge, muscular man sat tied to a chair, his head was slumped and his shoulder dropped, but there was an arrogance about him, an air of superiority. He reminded her of somebody.

  “We got him,” Boian said, unable to contain his excitement. “The biggest fish in Bucharest. The Trader.”

  “That’s the Trader?” she asked and took another look. He had the reputation for being the most brutal crime lord in all of Romania. He would think nothing of tearing a baby from the mother’s arms, dashing its head on the pavement, and forcing her into prostitution. She shuddered to think of him sitting here, just feet away from them.

  She was happy she hadn’t brought Sorin down today, into this, the presence of a baby killer.

  Still, he looked so familiar.

  “We have to call Dimitri, let him know,” Boian said.

  “They’re in hiding, like a honeymoon. I don’t think they’d want to be disturbed for this.”