Forsaken

by Bec Botefuhr

  “Master,”

  I pull out the crop and slide it over her skin, when I bring it down lightly, she whimpers. Ah, she always liked a bit of rough and tumble. I step behind her, sliding my lips over her neck while I slide my finger over her clit, she stiffens a moment, and then relaxes when I begin a slow but pressured rub. Just as she is about to come, I pull back and relish in her whimpers of desperation. When she comes, it will be out of this world.

  “What can I do to you, beautiful girl?”

  “Oh please, touch me, do something,” she breathes, “Please Master.”

  I drop down in front of her, gripping her hips and thrusting them forward so my tongue slides through her now dripping sex. She cries out and twists in her binds. I run the crop up and down her backside while I suck her clit into my mouth, when she is at her peak, I bring the crop down onto her skin and she screams as she shudders around me. I slide back up her body to meet her swollen lips, and I kiss her with force until she is gasping for air.

  “Ryder…”

  “Pardon?”

  “Master, please, fuck me.”

  “Impatient little sub.”

  “Please!”

  I grip the vibrator and watch her eyes widen as I slip it between her legs and insert it, she makes a strangled sound as I slide it out and thrust it back in, while activating the clit stimulator. My cock is throbbing and it is taking everything I have not to fuck her stupid right now, but I have to wait, I need to make this worth it. I slide the vibrator in and out, in and out until she is ready to come again.

  Sweat beads on her forehead and her body is wound up so tightly I can see the veins under her skin thumping with pressure. As she explodes, I unclip the nipple clamps and listen to her heightened screams as the blood rushes in many different directions through her body. She slumps in the restraints when she is spent, and I know this is my moment. I lower my jeans, causing her eyes to widen once more.

  “Time to fuck now, baby.”

  “Fuck…but…”

  I grin and step in front of her, she looks so beautiful strung up like this, looking all flushed and aroused. I spread my legs so I am low enough, and then I thrust inside her. She is soft, hot and wet. I groan as she clenches instantly around me, God she feels good. I slide out and slam back in, and her cries echo through my ears.

  “Oh God, Ryder…”

  I slap her ass hard and she whimpers.

  “Master,” she pants, “Master.”

  “You like that?” I rasp.

  “Yes, please, more!”

  “More what?”

  “Fuck me harder, faster, please Master.”

  I thrust my hips harder and faster, rotating her nipples in my fingers as I slam into her body over and over. She screams around me, erupting in yet another orgasm and it is my undoing, I roar her name as my seed spills inside her, it pumps out hard and fast, causing my body to shudder violently. When we come down from her high, I take her face in my hands and hold her head up.

  “Well,” she whispers, “No wonder they always came back.”

  “Not so bad eh?”

  She smiles, flushed, “Not so bad.”

  I unchain her, and she slumps into my arms. We fall onto the bed, and she wraps herself around me. She just fits so fucking perfectly. I stroke her hair, and run my fingers down over her smooth back. Nothing could beat the bond we have, not even Janelle trying to stick her nose where it doesn’t belong. I have to wean her off, she can’t turn to me every single time something goes wrong. I just don’t know how I will do that.

  CHAPTER 7

  MAYA

  “AUNTY MAYA!”

  I spin around to see Jasmine running towards me. Her blonde hair flies behind her and her big brown eyes are filled with joy. I kneel down and let her ram into me, I wrap my arms around her. She is the only part of Janelle I would ever like, she is beautiful, a little ray of sunshine.

  “Hi baby girl!”

  “Aunty Maya, I went to school.”

  “Did you? Wow, you are a big girl now.”

  She is only three, but she is smart as a button. Nate is walking with a bag full of blankets, toys and clothes. He grins when he sees us together, like he always does.

  “You found your Aunty, baby girl,” he smiles at his daughter.

  “Yeah, I love Aunty Maya.”

  “And I love you,” I smile, kissing her cheek and standing.

  “Is she staying this weekend?”

  Nate nods, “First sleepover, she is fine…I don’t know about me.”

  Ryder walks outside and sees Jasmine, I watch his face tense and his body stiffens. I know it still hurts like hell and I feel a wash of guilt because of it. Jasmine spots him and as always runs over and into his arms. She is familiar with him; she thought he was her Father. He plants on a fake smile and swings her around.

  “It still hurts,” I whisper to Nate.

  “Yeah, I feel bad every time I bring her here,” Nate frowns.

  “He will come around; he just liked the idea of having a daughter.”

  “Yeah, I know. Maybe one day you two will have one and it will ease the pressure.”

  I give him a fowl look, “Unlikely.”

  “Aw come on, you are a natural. Jazzy loves you.”

  “She is different.”

  He thumps the tone of girls things on the ground and pulls me into his arms, I sigh.

  “You will be a great Mom, speaking of which, how’s the family going?”

  “I am going to see them again today.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah, I like them…I want to know more.”

  “And you Sandy?” he asks Sandy, who is playing hand games with Jasmine.

  “I am still trying to locate mine, the address we had was wrong.”

  “But you want to meet them?”

  She smiles, “Sure, I mean they are my family and Ryder said they seemed like good people by the newspaper clippings.”

  “How many leads have you got?”

  “Well, we think we have a new address. I guess we will just have to keep our fingers crossed.”

  Nate kisses my head, lingering a long moment.

  “Me and you tonight Maya, I need a fucking hard cuddle.”

  I snort, “Hard cuddle, wow I think I just got excited.”

  He laughs, “Me too.”

  “Where’s your lover?”

  He snorts now, “Probably wanking himself.”

  “Nate!”

  “Seriously, he has just gone crazy.”

  “I thought you two worked it out.”

  “So’d I…come over tonight?”

  “To wank you?”

  He roars with laughter, “There’s my girl, see you later bubba.”

  He picks up Jasmine and spins her around; she squeals and wraps her arms around his neck. Nate is a beautiful Father and it melts my heart. I walk inside to where Ryder is sitting, staring out the window. I put my hand on his shoulder, squeezing the tight muscle there. He turns and grins up at me, giving me that dazzling look he always does, the one that melts me on the spot.

  “Hey hot stuff, what are you thinking about?”

  “Not much.”

  “I think that’s a lie.”

  He gives me a weak smile, “I am still adjusting and now she will be here all night.”

  “Come stay at mine, if you like.”

  “I couldn’t do that to Nate, he is excited and he should be. He doesn’t need me ruining the mood.”

  “It will get easier, I promise.”

  “Yeah,” he says, patting my hand, “I know.”

  “I am going to my parents now; I guess I will see you tomorrow?”

  He stands and takes me into his arms, pressing his hot, hard body against mine.

  “I hate working at nights when I should be licking you from head to toe…”

  I flush, remembering the other night when I let him go Dom crazy on me. It was the hottest sex of my life.

  “Oh? What if I say no?�
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  His eyes sparkle, “Are you saying no baby?”

  I back up, grinning, “Maybe I am.”

  “Oh really?”

  He steps forward grinning, I step back. He reaches out and grips me around the waist and crushes me against his body.

  “Careful, I might come and find you later.”

  “I’d like that.”

  “I will make you come so many times your body will hate me.”

  “I won’t let you.”

  He growls, “You are driving me crazy.”

  I kiss the side of his jaw, snaking my tongue out to lick his skin.

  “Mmmmm, ditto.”

  “I have to go, fuck; I want to slam you against this wall more than anything right now.”

  “Alright you two!” Nate laughs walking in with Jasmine close behind him.

  “I have to go to work,” Ryder grins, pressing my lips to his and kissing me long and hard.

  “I said alright…”

  Ryder pulls back and gives me a saucy grin.

  “Behave.”

  “Always,” I grin.

  When he is gone, I say goodbye to Nate and head over to my parents house. When they see me, I am dragged into a mass of hugs and kisses from my Mother and sister. They inform me that my grandparents, aunties, uncles and cousins will all be coming for lunch. Well, lucky I am not skittish or anything.

  “That’s good,” I say, my heart pounding.

  “It will be so great, they are thrilled,” My Mother smiles.

  “I can’t wait.”

  When Mark comes in with a young girl wrapped around him, he gives me a horrible glare. Wow, what is his problem?

  “Here again,”

  I cross my arms and stare at him, “Problem?”

  “Yeah, you,” he snaps, walking up the stairs, “go back to where you fucking came from.”

  I gape at him, horrified that he is so angry towards me. I just can’t figure out what I have done wrong. My Mother squeezes my hand and pulls me into the kitchen.

  “Mark had a hard time, he was born right after you and…he always felt left out.”

  “That isn’t my fault.”

  “No, it isn’t. Would you like to go and find your Father?”

  I smile, “Sure.”

  I walk around the large house, looking at the pictures and ornaments. It is so homely, it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I find my Father in the shed down the back; he is staring at a work book and a large piece of leather.

  “Mind if I join you?”

  He spins around and a huge grin spreads across his face. I can’t help but smile back.

  “Of course, that would make me real happy.”

  I slide onto the desk and stare down at the papers and scattered tools.

  “Do you like to work with leather?”

  He smiles, “I certainly do.”

  “What do you make?”

  He shrugs, “Mostly belts, but sometimes I do more complicated things.”

  “Sounds interesting,”

  He puts the leather down and looks up at me; he has a handsome face and is the sort of man most girls would want as their Father. I smile back and cross my legs.

  “I was meant to come and find you.”

  He laughs, “Yeah well you found me, you know Maya, it’s real nice having you here…”

  “How did it feel?” I ask, suddenly serious.

  “What’s that?”

  “When you found out I was gone.”

  He stiffens, “Nothing in this world can ever describe the pain of losing a child. Death is one thing, and it’s awful but you have closure, we never knew if you were alive or dead. We didn’t know if you were spending your years with an abusive family who locked you in an attic. I will never, ever forget the pain and constant sickness.”

  I feel a tear trickle down my face, “I can’t image how that must have felt and I know this won’t make it any better but they were ok to us…they were good parents from what I can remember and I never got hurt. The foster family we got put into were amazing too.”

  “We?” he asks.

  “Me and my sister Sandy, she…got taken too.”

  “The other girl? I know her parents.”

  “What?” I cry, leaping up.

  “We banded together when their baby was taken…it was by the same person?” he whispers, harshly.

  “Yes. Do they still live here?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh God, Sandy has been trying to locate them. Will they want to see her?”

  He smiles, “Oh yes.”

  “I need to call her, she will be so thrilled.”

  He nods and I pull out my phone, dialing Sandy’s number.

  “Hey Maya, what’s up?”

  “I know where your parents are.”

  She goes silent, “What?”

  “My parents know yours, they met after you were taken and supported each other.”

  “Are they…here in LA?”

  “Yes and my parents have their address. My dad said they will be thrilled to see you Sandy.”

  “I feel sick,” she murmurs.

  “Do you want me to come with you?”

  “Please, oh please do.”

  “Come to this address and I will take you over.”

  “We can invite them over, if it would be easier?” My Father suggests.

  “Did you hear that Sandy?”

  “I would prefer that.”

  “Hey, come around and I will be with you the entire time. It’s going to be ok.”

  “Ok, ok…I am on my way.”

  I hang up and beam at my Father, “Please tell me they are lovely people?”

  He grins, “They are.”

  “She is so nervous.”

  “They are going to crumble when they find out. They don’t even know we found you yet, it’s going to be a long, beautiful day all round.”

  “Can you call them?”

  “On it,”

  We walk inside and my Father tells my Mother all about Sandy and how she was the other child taken. My Mother starts sobbing again, and clings to me.

  “This is going to make their day, their year…everything.”

  “Does she have siblings?” I ask.

  “She has a brother, he is older than her.”

  “She’ll love that.”

  “So you two grew up as sisters?”

  “Yes, Sandy will always be considered my sister.”

  “That’s lovely. What a happy ending.”

  My Father walks out red eyed and shaking his head.

  “Wow, I know how they feel and it still overwhelms me. Monica screamed for ten good minutes and Jack just went silent.”

  “Are they coming?” I ask, desperately.

  “Yes, they will be here any moment.”

  I hear the doorbell ring and I rush over, Sandy is waiting outside. I grip her into my arms and crush her close to me.

  “They are so happy Sandy; this is the best thing…”

  “I am so nervous, Maya.”

  “It’ll be ok.”

  “Hello, you must be Sandy.”

  We turn and Sandy gets an eyeful of my parents. She smiles.

  “Oh Maya, they do look just like you.”

  They laugh and extend their hands.

  “I’m Will and this is my wife, Amy.”

  Sandy smiles and shakes their hands.

  “She looks just like Monica.” My Mother whispers.

  “I am so nervous; forgive me if I sound off,” Sandy whispers.

  “Oh honey, don’t be sorry. I can’t imagine how you must be feeling.”

  We all sit down for a coffee and wait. When the doorbell rings, Sandy grips my hand so hard my bones crunch together. I watch as a couple walk through the door. I gape, wow; Sandy does look like her Mother. They have the same golden blonde hair, blue eyes and petite frame. Sandy’s Father is tall, dark and handsome but I can see the similarities.

  “Oh…God…” They choke.

>   Sandy stands, and I can see her body shaking. I know how she feels, I felt this way only days ago.

  “It can’t be real…” her Mother breathes.

  “All these years, our baby is alive?”

  I watch it all unfold before my eyes, and I imagine this is how my family must have looked. They hug and cry, and ramble confusing words. I smile and watch as my sister slowly melts and begins smiling, just like I did. My Mother grips my hand and we stand gathering warmth by watching the reunion.

  When everything has settled down, we all prepare for lunch. That is when I get to meet my entire family. I have lovely grandparents, who are sweet as pie. My aunties, uncles and cousins are all kind and warm towards me, but I can’t remember their names. It is a little overwhelming and I find myself in the kitchen alone within an hour, trying to catch a breath.

  A moment later, Mark walks in. He stops when he sees me and glares. His honey colored hair is disheveled and he is shirtless. My brother is built like a linebacker and his chest has one dark lettered tattoo saying “Heaven.” I stare at it a long moment, then I meet his eyes again. He didn’t come down for lunch, because clearly he was up in his room having one off with Barbie. Why don’t my parents stop him?

  “Why do you insist on glaring at me like that?” I snap.

  He leans his hips against the bench and narrows his eyes.

  “Because, I can’t stand you,”

  “I didn’t do anything to you!” I hiss, folding my arms.

  “Didn’t you?”

  “What is your damned problem Mark, seriously?”

  “You don’t feel it do you?”

  “Feel what?”

  He snorts and shakes his head.

  “Why don’t you ask the Brady bunch in there what I am talking about? I am sure they would love to explain.”

  “Why don’t you explain?”

  “I have no reason to continue a conversation with you, nor do I have any interest in it.”

  “Whatever.”

  I turn and storm out of the room, it is raining hard and heavy outside and I suddenly miss Ryder and Nate. I wish they were here with me right now. I open my phone and

  text Ryder.

  M: I wish u were here x

  R: Is everything ok?

  M: Turns out my parents knew Sandy’s parents. It was a very emotional reunion.

  R: That’s good right?

  M: My brother hates me.

  R: What? Why? Want me to come punch him?

  M: I wish. I don’t know why.