by Christa Lynn
“How’d it go?”
“I’m not sure it’s Lance, Abe. Luke has a serious attitude problem. I want you to stay behind and keep an eye on him, I’ll take Lance with me.”
“Got it.”
“Have one of the other guys take my guard tonight; I’m going to get some sleep and rest up before we head out in the morning.”
“No worries, I’ve got it for you.”
“No, I need you rested up to watch the other guys and the girls. You’re the only one I trust to do that. Dale is on guard while we’re gone, so get your best man on it.”
“Right. Goodnight, I’ll be around in the A.M. to make sure you’re stocked up.”
“All right, later, man,” I say with a man hug. Abe is the only one besides Dale that I know has my back. I trust some of the others, but now Luke and Lance have got me strung up. If the girls find out we’re suspicious of one of our own, it’ll be that much harder to gain their trust.
I head back to the main house and set the backpack just inside the door, not trusting it to be left outside with possible traitors on board. If they are, they know I’m onto them so they’ll either back off, or strike, and I need what I’ve got close by in that event.
I step inside the kitchen, and it’s dark, but the oil lamp is lit in the living room and I hear female voices coming from upstairs. It’s Jo and Emma, Emma sounding almost frantic—Wait. “Was that a scream?” I quickly take the stairs two-by-two and peek through the crack in the bathroom door thinking something is wrong, but what I see has my dick harder than concrete.
Jo
Emma and I sit and talk for a bit, comparing notes from Brampton, and it’s obvious that what she went through was so much worse than me. I’d met Vic, but he never chose me as his mate, and I was lucky in that aspect. He was violent and evil, and Emma is still so affected by his terror. No other man ever chose her, only Vic so that’s all she knows. Pain and suffering, no pleasure. Not that I’m knowledgeable in that, either, but at least I wasn’t beaten within an inch of my life as some asshole fucked his terror into me. That’s what Vic did to her, fucked the terror right into her, and it crept into her soul. Into her bones. And until she releases that terror, she’s never going to get over it.
“Vic was a dick,” I say out loud as I turn to face Emma, who has the remnants of tears on her cheeks. She quietly chuckles, but I know how much it hurt. I wasn’t exactly treated like a princess, but the guys that chose me were more interested in impregnating me than hurting me. The more women they knocked up, the higher up the rankings they got. Which means they got more perks, better food, and better weapons. That was how they got to the top, so instead of scaring the women, they just fucked them. But not Vic—he was already at the top and felt he could do what he wanted, and he did just that. But what he did to Emma while she was pregnant was unspeakable. I hope one day I meet him face to face so I can blow his face off.
“He liked to bite,” Emma whispers. “His sole purpose was to inflict pain on me, whether I was carrying his child or not.”
“Again, he’s a dick, Emma. And you’re away from him, he’s gone.”
“Is he? Can’t he find me?”
“I don’t think Kane would allow that to happen, and neither will I,” I say as I place my hand on her knee, the twitching in her leg stopping. “You’re a beautiful woman, Emma. In a different place and time, anyone would be excited to be with you. But until this war is over—”
“What about you, Jo?”
Now, I’m no novice to being with a woman. That’s all we had in Brampton, was each other. We comforted each other at times, and provided the pleasure that the men failed to provide. That was our only escape into another world. A world where we could lose our train of thoughts and forget about the Hell we were all experiencing. We were all so young and naive, but now I hope that women will empower themselves to overcome this. More and more women are being let out of the clinic, and more and more women are going to go through this.
She’s looking down at her hands which are shaking. “Come, let’s go take a hot bath,” I say as I stand up, taking her small hand into mine. Her eyes widen with fear and desire, which is a comforting gesture. If I can make sure she’s not afraid of me, then maybe I can help her get through this.
I tug her up the stairs and into the bathroom and run the water. The steam rises from the water, and I step back and take off my clothes.
“Wh-What are you doing?” Emma asks me, her eyes focusing on my breasts.
“I’m taking a bath,” I answer as I slip my cut-off shorts off and step out of them. She’s still standing there, her body trembling. I walk up to her and grab the hem of her t-shirt, slowly lifting the cotton and exposing her chest, her nipples immediately puckering at the cool air. I drop her shirt onto the floor and move closer to her, our breasts now touching. She sucks in a breath, but her eyes are on me. I tip her chin up and press my lips on hers, slowly and gently to let her know I’m not going to hurt her. As I kiss her, my fingers trace down her neck, and around the side of her breasts, her skin now covered in chill bumps. I gently cup her breasts, pressing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, adding just enough pressure that her body jumps at the sensations, and I hear her moan as she closes her eyes and throws her head back, exposing her neck. I drag my lips down the column of her neck, stopping around her ear and let my breath tickle as her nipples harden under my fingers. Her skin is soft and warm, and I move to take a nipple into my mouth, sucking gently while the other hand massages her other breast. Her breathing picks up and I step back. “Take your shorts off.”
She looks at me, but she complies. “Good girl,” I say as I run my hands down her hips. She really is beautiful, and she just doesn’t know it. She’s naturally submissive, so I know I’ll have to run this show. But if a woman can show desire for her, then maybe I can break down some of her barriers. I take her other nipple in my mouth, gently sucking and biting and listen to her breathing. I know she’s turned on, but I can sense her hesitation. “Have you been with a woman before? I ask, now searching her face.
“No,” she breathes out.
“Not even in Brampton?”
“No, I kept to myself when Vic wasn’t around.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” I say as I press my palm against her mound, the moisture seeping out between her lips. “Mm, you’re so wet already,” I say, dragging a finger between her folds.
“I can’t …” she steps back.
“Yes, you can. I’ve got you, I won’t let you fall.” I step away to let her catch her breath, and I turn off the water, stepping into the tub and sitting down. I pat the water in front of me, “Let me wash your hair,” I say. She hesitantly gets in the water with her back to me. I need to take this slow, or I’ll scare her. And she’s scared enough, but it’s time she escapes her fears, if only for a few minutes.
I wash and rinse her hair before grabbing the bar of soap on the counter. It’s rough, homemade soap, but that’s okay. I lather my hands and wash both breasts, the slippery foam coating her skin. She lays her head back on my shoulder, and I know I have her relaxed, right where I want her. If Vic was such an ass, I doubt she’s ever experienced an orgasm.
I drag my soapy hands down her stomach and part her folds, slipping my middle finger between her legs. She groans a little and her hand reaches down.
“Shhh, let it happen, Emma. It’s all right,” I say, but I let her hand stay on top of mine. I find a rhythm and stroke her, my other hand on her nipple, pinching and tugging while my lips find her neck. I’m sure it’s an overload of feelings, but she needs to experience pleasure without pain.
I find her bud and roll my fingers over it, gently pinching and stroking it. She sucks in a breath and her back arches against me. “That’s it, Emma,” I say, provoking her to stay with me.
“That feels …” she stops.
“Amazing, I know,” I say as I pick up the pace. I kiss her neck and twist her nipple while slipping a finger inside he
r, stroking in and out. Her body tenses, and I know she’s close to cumming, something she’s going to quickly get addicted to. The water is splashing over the side of the tub, and she groans as I pinch her clit, effectively sending her over the edge.
“Oh, shit, what the …” she screams, trying to move my hand from between her legs,
“Relax, Emma. Let it go,” I whisper as her legs begin to shake and moisture pours from her pussy as she screams, her entire body convulsing on top of mine. Her reactions have me so turned on that I’ll have to resort to my own fingers later, but right now this is about her. After her tremors stop, she relaxes against me, my fingers still deep inside her, slowly pulling out every drop of her orgasm. I see her face is relaxed and a rosy glow covers her cheeks, whether that’s from the heat of the water or her experiencing her first orgasm, I can only guess. I smile and run my fingers through her wet hair and let her come down from the high.
“Oh, my God,” she groans. “What in the hell was that?”
“You, my friend, had an orgasm.” I giggle.
“Did I scream?”
“Yes, you did.”
“Oh, fuck, I hope no one heard me,” she says as she sits up and turns to face me, her cheeks still pink.
“I don’t think anyone is here; the guys are getting ready to leave first thing in the morning. I think you’re safe.” I chuckle and stand up, grabbing a towel and stepping out of the tub. Emma stays sitting, still catching her breath. “The water is getting cold; you might want to get out,” I say as I reach behind her and pull the drain plug.
“Yeah,” she groans. I hold out my hand and help her up, her legs still shaking from her release. Once I know she’s not going to fall, I hand her a towel and finish drying off, but a sound outside the bathroom door startles me.
“Stay here,” I say as I wrap the towel around me and quietly open the door. There’s no one in the hallway, so I step out and look around. “It’s clear, you okay in here?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes, I’m hungry.”
“I bet you are.” I giggle once again, proud of myself that I got her to relax a little.
I tip toe down the hallway, water still dripping down my legs and open my bedroom door, jumping a little at the surprise waiting for me.
Kane.
He’s lying on my bed, his boots crossed at the ankle and one arm over his head. He’s smiling, but that’s not what catches my eye first. The thick bulge between his legs does, and his hand is over it, rubbing himself. “What are you doing in here?” I ask, opening the dresser drawer to find something to put on, pretending I didn’t see what I just saw.
“I figured it was better to meet you in here, than come into the bathroom where you and Emma—”
“You’re a pig,” I cut him off, snatching a tank top and a pair of shorts out, thankful Emma stocked the dresser with clothing, or I’d be a sitting duck here in only a towel. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get dressed,” I say, holding the towel tightly around me.
“Go ahead, don’t let me stop you,” he growls as he gets off the bed and stalks toward me.
“I’m not getting dressed in front of you.”
“Well then, get naked. Your choice.”
He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. My fingers grip the towel and hold onto it for dear life. We’re standing in front of the mirror, and his eyes are on fire. Almost predatory, but I’m frozen where I stand. His hand lays across my own, his fingers prying mine open, and the towel falls to the floor in a puddle at my feet.
“What you did for Emma,” he whispers in my ear, “I’m going to do for you.” His eyes meet mine in the mirror. “Do you trust me?”
“Not really,” I whisper, fear enveloping my body as he holds me closer, his eyes now leaving mine and scanning my naked body.
“Now’s the time you try, Jo. Emma trusted you, now you need to trust me. Look at yourself, Jo. You’re beautiful, sexy and I want you. Can you handle that?”
“I-I … I’m not sure, it’s—”
“It’s going to be different, Jo. So much different, that I can promise you.”
I nod, but barely. My muscles are tense and I’m scared. Maybe I shouldn’t be, but I am. I close my eyes and wait, for what, I’m not sure. “Open your eyes, Jo. I’m not going to hurt you, but your eyes will be open for this, at least until you cum.”
I suck in a breath, unsure of how this is going to play out. I try to step away from him, but he pulls me back. “If you can’t handle this, I’ll walk away right now. I’m not going to force you to do anything, you have to want it as much as I do. Do you want this? Because if you don’t, tell me now and this ends. But if you tell me no,” he says as he breathes in deep through his nose, “I’ll know you’re lying.”
His commanding presence has my pussy aching with need—a need that I’ve never felt before. Sure, I was turned on when I was with Emma, but this is different. There’s something in his eyes that I just can’t decipher, so different than what I’ve experienced before. “I’ll go easy on you, but you have to trust me,” he says as his hand cups my breast while his finger presses against my lips.
His fingers trace the outline of my lips before pressing his finger between them as his other hand travels down my side, grazing the side of my breast. He turns me to face him, my legs quivering. His eyes pierce mine, and I can’t help but trust that he’s not going to hurt me. My mind is on guard, but my body is on fire. The look in his eyes is demanding but relaxed. I open my mouth in protest, but he quickly muffles the sound with his own mouth, his lips pressing hard against mine as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, pulling the moan from my throat. His hand wraps around my throat as his arm pulls me closer to him. His fingers press against my chin as he tips my head back so I’m forced to look at him, and I suspect he sees fear in my eyes.
His grip loosens a little, but he doesn’t remove his hand from my neck. He stares into my eyes, trying to decipher what he sees. I just stare back, my chest heaving with heavy breaths and I close my eyes, but what appears before my closed lids is like a movie, a bad movie, and I open them back up, not wanting to go where my mind is wanting to take me. He’s looking at me in a way no one, man or woman, has ever looked at me. Back in Brampton, the men’s eyes were full of lust and power, his are … different. I’m not scared, but hesitant. Maybe he’s just found a way to not look like a monster, but whatever it is, I’m not afraid.
His thumb brushes along my bottom lip before he tugs my hair back and his mouth finds my neck. His fingers pull on my hair, and the sting in my scalp is comforting, but not painful. His lips are soft as he grazes them along my skin while his hand cups my breast, the air leaving my lungs on a whoosh. He pinches my nipple, the pressure sending pulses between my legs, and again, I close my eyes. The flashback to Brampton covers my eyelids, and my body tenses. I know what he wants … He wants to take me, like I’ve been taken so many times before. I step back from him, the warmth of his body leaving me, and cold envelopes me.
I walk away and lie down on the bed, spreading my legs for him so he can take what he wants, what he needs. I raise my arms over my head and grab the cold metal rung of the headboard and squeeze, my fingernails digging into my palms. He crawls over me, the weight of his body pressing down on me and I can feel his breath on my face. “Open your eyes, Jo,” he growls.
My eyes snap open, and I glare at him, my chest heaving in fear before he rolls off of me, lying beside me and pulling me against him. He pries my fingers off the cold metal rung and curls his hand around mine as his mouth presses against my ear.
“Where did you go just now, Jo?” he asks quietly as if to not startle me.
“Just take what you need, Kane, and let me go.”
“Jo, listen to me. This is not about me right now; this is about you,” he says as I look at him. “I’m not going to take something you’re not willing to give me. This isn’t Brampton. Stop going back there in your mind and focus on th
e here and now.”
I roll to my side, curling up into the fetal position, and he envelopes my body with his, his heat instantly warming me. He brushes my hair off my neck and kisses my neck, sending chill bumps down my body. He travels down my back, pressing kisses down my spine until he reaches the small of my back. “I love these dimples,” he croons as his fingertip circles the tiny indentions. He palms my ass and trails his fingers over my hips and down between my legs. My body instantly reacts, and I straighten one leg so that he has better access.
What am I doing?
As if he hears me, he pulls back, his hand now softly trailing along my hip before cradling my breast in his hand. He’s gentle and moving slow, as if to not scare me. Although, I’m sure he knows I’m scared shitless at this point. I’ve never had a man touch me this way, it’s usually forceful and painful, this … is not. It’s soothing and sensual, as if he wants to comfort me. He really doesn’t want to hurt me, and I can’t get my mind around that. It’s a foreign sensation, but my body allows it. If only now I could get my mind to allow it.
He pinches my nipple and a low moan escapes my throat without warning. “That’s it, feel me,” he whispers at my ear, his breath warm and comforting. His fingers on one hand are in my hair, tugging and pulling while his other hand plucks and twists my nipple, alternating the sensations and sending my body into a tailspin. I find myself wanting more, though I’m not sure what that means.
He trails his fingers down my stomach and they settle between my legs, his fingers stroking through my pussy before he pushes a finger deep inside me, stroking and pulling my wetness out. I groan in pleasure as he presses against my clit, circling before pressing another finger inside. “Good girl,” he moans against my neck. I thrust my hips against his hand, needing more pressure to alleviate the burn that lingers.
“Yes, baby, take what you need.”
His fingers plunge in and out of me, his thumb massaging my clit as the ocean of waves take me over, pulsing and throbbing, his steady rhythm playing me, pulling out my insecurities and pushing in empowerment. My body gives in, and I continue thrusting my hips against him, silently begging for more. And he gives it two-fold as he increases the pressure and speeds up the thrusting, feeling that I’m close to flying over the edge. He tugs my hair back sending ripples of pleasure through my body just as the spasms start and I cry out, letting the waves of pleasure take me over, my body quickly relaxing into him before I feel a tear crest my cheek.
