by Amy Davies
“Tim always picked what to watch on TV. It was always crime programmes. Maybe we can watch it, then.”
“Hell fucking yes we are watching it. Carter, go set up the DVD player, kid. We’re having a munchy night.”
We watch two of the films before Carter falls asleep on the floor in front of the TV. Ivy is settled on my lap, her head resting against my shoulder, watching the credits roll. I kiss the top of her head and tap her knee.
“Jump up, babe. Let me take him to bed.” She slowly climbs off my lap and starts to pick up the dirty bowls and rubbish we gathered during the night. I stand and stretch, my back aching from sitting still for so long.
“Bloody hell, I am a lucky woman.” I turn to see Ivy standing there watching me, her eyes glued to my waist where my t-shirt has ridden up.
“Bloody pervert.” I wink at her and step over to pick up the sleeping boy from the floor. Carter shifts and lays his head on my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my neck. Soft snores emanate from him, and I chuckle and rub my hand over his back, soothing him. I climb the stairs to his room for the night and lay him gently on the bed, trying not to jolt him awake. I kiss his forehead and leave the room, but his soft, sweet, innocent voice stops me.
“Love you, Luke.” My heart stutters in my chest, my breath catches. I spin around to see Carter with a sleepy smile on his young face.
“I love you too, kid. Now, back to sleep.” Within seconds, snores echo around the room. I close his door before going to join Ivy downstairs. She’s sitting on the couch when I enter the room. I watch her for a few seconds, taking in what my life will look like with her and Carter in it full time. It’s something I want. It’s something I have always wanted—the same as what my parents have. I walk over to the couch and take the seat next to her.
“He stay asleep?”
“Yeah.” My voice cracks as the emotion comes bubbling out of me. Her head snaps around to face me, her frown taking over her beautiful face.
“What’s wrong?”
I shake my head and clear my throat. “Carter told me he loves me. It took me by surprise, that's all.”
Ivy smiles at me and climbs over my legs so she’s straddling me. Her lips land on mine and my hands instinctively go to her hips, pulling her closer to me. I pull my head back, breaking the kiss. Our gaze locks and the unspoken words flow between us. She knows how I feel, and I know what she feels, but we still don’t say the words.
They will be said when the time is right for us.
Peaches grinds down on my dick, making him take extra notice of the fact that she’s wearing a dress and there’s only my jeans and the thin material of her knickers separating me from what I need so fucking much.
“Baby, stop, unless you plan on pleasing him tonight.” She smirks at me and grinds down again. I cock and eyebrow at her, making her smile this time.
“Maybe I want to please him. I believe he likes peaches just as much as you do. So, are you going to let him have a peach?”
“Fuck yeah, babe. I’ll give him peaches for the rest of his fucking life. We luuuurves peaches.” I lift her up and drop her onto her back on the couch. With no hesitation, I slide my hands up her creaming thighs and pull her knickers down, throwing them over my shoulder. “Up,” I say, crooking my fingers at her. She listens and sits up. I grip the hem of her dress and pull it over her head. She isn’t wearing a bra and her perfect tits bounce in the most delicious way. I take a tit in each hand, loving the way they fit. Just over a perfect handful.
“Love these. Best I have ever seen, touched, licked... Damn, baby.” I suck on the left nipple, then the right. Her back arches, pushing the tasty globes of flesh into my mouth.
“Harder.” Her cries fill the room, but I obey. Who the hell wouldn’t?
I play with her nipples as she grinds down on my cock. Fucking hell, he’s ready to bust through the zipper of my jeans. I bite down on the left nipple, making Ivy almost jump off my lap.
“You—you,” she stutters.
“I what?” I smirk at her.
“Grrrrr. Whatever. You are wearing way too many clothes, Mr. Baker. Strip.” Her hands go to her hips, drawing my attention from her face to the lower part of her body, where her pretty pink pussy is waiting to be played with.
I stand up, making her look up. Her eyes stay glued to my hands as they reach behind my neck and pull the t-shirt off my body. The rest of my clothes follow. We stand there, both naked as the day we were born, staring at each other. I lower myself to the couch and tap my thighs, letting her know where I want her.
She doesn’t keep me waiting, as she slowly lowers herself to my lap, lining up her pussy lips with my hard-on. With her hands on my shoulders, I give her free rein of our bodies.
“I’m all yours, baby.” I get a nod but no words.
With a gentle rock of her hips, my cock slips between her wet pussy lips. The head of my cock hits her clit and she jerks a little but doesn’t stop the action. All I can do it lean back and watch as my dick slides and disappears between the swollen flesh of the one place I want to stick my head.
“That is sexy as fuck, babe. Almost as sexy as my dick actually sliding in and out of your juicy pussy.” I look back up to her face and see bliss, total fucking bliss. My cock is making her feel this good without any actual penetration. Fuck me, I knew I was good, but my ego just went BOOM.
I tweak her nipples, making her rock harder. I drop my gaze back to where she is sliding along the length of my shaft. Precum leaks from the top, dribbling into my skin. My dick is shining in the light from her juices.
“I need to be inside you, Ivy. I need to feel you strangle my dick.” She gives me a small nod before going up onto her knees. I grip the base of my dick and line him up at her entrance. The heat is pulsing from her; she is ready and primed for a good hard fuck from me.
Inch by inch my dick slides into her warm, wet pussy. My grip on her hips tighten to a point I am fucking sure I will leave bruises.
“Yessssss,” she hisses.
“Fuck, you feel good, baby. Ride me. Ride me hard.” Her hips pick up speed as she rides like there’s no tomorrow. Sliding my hands up from her hips, over his ribs, I take one breast in each palm. I caress them, pulling hard on her nipples every so often, causing her inner muscles to contract around my dick.
“Fucking hell, I’m not gonna last long if you keep tightening around me.” I hear the perfect sound any man loves to hear. “Do you hear that?” I say, leaning in to kiss the center of her chest.
“What?” she asks, but doesn’t stop moving.
“Shhhh. Listen,” I demand.
She listens, letting us hear the only sounds that are floating around the room: our harsh breathing and her juices. The delicious sounds of her juicy pussy taking my dick. She is so wet and warm.
“God, that is a sexy sound,” I grind out as her back arches so much, I’m momentarily scared that she will fall backward off my lap.
“I need more,” she pants out.
More, she says. I’ll give her more. I grip her waist and pull her off me. Her whines fill the room, making me chuckle.
“You wanted more; I’ll give you more. I will give you any-fucking-thing you want, baby.”
I lay her on the coffee table, on her stomach, her tits pressing against the wood. She’s in the perfect position for me to slam my cock back into her willing pussy.
I run my hand up her spine, then drag my nail down the bone, making her moan. I rub the head of my dick over her juices before slamming into her in one hard thrust. Her cries hit my senses, making me slam in hard and faster.
“Harder, Beast. God, take me harder. More.” Her pussy walls tighten, choking my cock. I lean over her body so I can speak into her ear.
“You want more?” She nods, so I give her more. My peaches gets whatever the fuck she wants.
I pull my dick out of her a little, just enough to slide my thumb in with it. I need to get it nice and wet for what I’m about to do. I know I need to get the hole nice
and wet. I slide my now wet thumb out of her pussy and up to her arsehole, where I add pressure. Her body jerks.
“Beast?” she questions, looking at me over her shoulder.
“You’ll like it, believe me, baby.” I wink at her and push my digit into her tight arse. I spit to add extra lubrication. I slowly push past the tight ring of muscle, making her body jump again.
“Shhh, babe. It’s fine. It will feel good soon.” I’ve been wanting to take her arse since I first saw her. Hence the nickname I’ve given her.
Her arse is the perfect peach.
“Oh, God,” Ivy moans. I lean in and lay a kiss to her spine.
“You’re doing good, babe. I’m going to move my thumb, and you’re going to come so fucking hard.”
I pick up the pace, pounding into her over and over again. I can feel her muscles tighten up, around both my dick and my thumb that’s in her arse. Our breathing is coming out in deep, heavy pants, and our bodies are covered in a sheen of sweat. The proof of a good fuck session, and it isn’t over yet. She’s moving beneath me, fucking my back, slamming her arse against my body.
“I’m gonna come, Luke. Yes. Oh, God.” She drags out the last word as her orgasm hits, taking over her body. Every muscle locks up. I keep up my pace, fucking her through her orgasm as mine hits. I fill her with my seed, praying like fuck that I plant a baby this time.
Bad timing to think it but fuck it. I want it. I want it now.
I lay my body carefully over hers, kissing the back of her neck, her shoulders. Anywhere I can kiss, I am. Her skin tastes divine, as always. She always tastes so fucking good; like peaches. We come down from our climax together, our breathing in time with each other’s. The peace here in the room is comforting, knowing that I get to have this woman whenever I want for the rest of my life.
“When can we do that again?” Ivy whispers into the once peaceful room. I can’t stop the bark of laughter that rips from me. I can feel her body shake with laughter beneath me.
“Whenever the fuck you want, babe. I am all yours.”
“I’m yours, Beast.”
Chapter 21
Ivy
“Carter, let’s go, you can see the boys tomorrow.” Carter runs over to me and we start to walk away from the school. I never park close by because the parents picking their kids up means a ton of cars everywhere. This way, it’s easier to leave. My phone beeps in my bag and I dig it out to check the message. I smile when I see Luke’s name. I slide open my phone but a screeching sound takes my attention away.
I look up to see a blue van stopping in front of Carter and me. The door swings open and I see it’s Tim, not looking like his usual put together self.
“Get in the fucking van,” He yells at us. I shake my head, pushing Carter behind me.
“Leave, Tim,” I yell back, hoping to gain someone’s attention. In a flash, Tim lunges for me. I scream and so does Carter. Tim grips Carter by the back of his clothes and throws him into the van before he turns to me. I go to scream again but Tim hits me over the head with something metal-looking. I try to keep my eyes open but everything fades to black.
*****
My eyes feel heavy as I blink, trying to clear the fog behind my eyes. A shiver races through my body, making me tense up. My shoulders ache. Where the hell am I?
“Mum.” I hear Carter’s voice from my side, and turn my head to see where my son is. I see a blurry figure across the room.
“Carter?”
“Mum, you need to wake up before Dad gets back.” Dad? Tim? Why would we be here with Tim? Flashes of images come flooding into my brain. Me picking Carter up from school, a blue van skidding to a stop in front of us. I remember seeing Tim grab Carter, and then me.
“Oh, my God,” I whisper.
Tim took us.
Tim kidnapped us.
Oh, no. A sob breaks free.
“Mum. Mum, are you alright?”
“I’m fine, honey. I think.” I whisper the last part. I try to sit up, but it’s then I notice that I’m tied to the bed. I twist around to see that my hands are bound with rope and tied to the rusty bed frame. I lift my head to see my feet. They, too, are tied with rope, but not attached to the bed. I need to get free. I need to get us out of here before Tim comes back.
“Carter, are you hurt, babe?” I twist my head to look at my son. He’s sitting on the floor in the corner, his hands and feet tied together. His face is wet with his tears. My heart breaks for him. My sweet, innocent baby boy had to watch as his father beat his mother, and now has to watch as his father does whatever he is planning to do with me—with us.
“I’m okay, Mum. My hands and feet hurt from the rope, but Tim didn’t hit me like he did you.” His cries make my chest hurt.
“Listen to me, Carter. You need to be a big boy for me, okay? Be like Luke. Can you be my mini beast?” He hiccups but nods. “Good boy. I love you, Carter, always. Remember that, okay.” I need him to remember that I will always love him, because I have no clue what Tim will do to me.
“Love you too, Mum.” I look around as best I can. We’re in a small room, but it has a toilet and a kitchenette. Where the hell are we? The paint is peeling off the walls and it smells like urine. I crinkle my nose at the stench.
We both gasp when the door swings open and a drunk Tim stumbles in. My heart sinks even further knowing how aggressive Tim is when he is drunk.
“Oh, look, the bitch is awake. About fucking time, you whore.” He slurs his words, before taking another mouthful from the bottle of Jack in his hand.
“You fucking screwed everything up when you ran, you cunt. I needed you and the boy to make me look good, but you fucked off. I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING,” he screams at me, making me flinch. Carter screams in fright, and Tim turns to him.
“Oh, shut the fuck up, you little brat. Fuck, why didn’t we kill you when we had the chance?”
“TIM!” I yell, shocked he just told Carter that. Carter’s cries intensify, and Tim steps towards him.
“Tim, what do you want with us?” He stops and turns his head to face me. A sadistic smile crosses his face.
“I want what is mine. You owe me that much.” I owe him? What planet is he on?
“Owe you? We don’t owe you anything, Tim. If anything, you owe us for putting up with you over the years.” The second the words come from my mouth, I know I’ve made a grave mistake. Tim charges me and slams his fist into my face. My head swings to the right as pain shoots through my skull, and I taste the copper in my mouth. Carter screams from his corner, but I can’t turn my head to look at him.
“OWE YOU? You left me, you fucking cunt. You’ve done fuck-all for me over the years. I gave you everything.” He keeps saying he gave us everything. He gave us nothing but misery.
“SHUT UP,” he yells at Carter, which only makes him cry harder. I need to protect my boy.
“Tim, leave him alone. He hasn’t done anything. It’s me you want to hurt, so fucking hurt me, you bastard.” The words just flow from me. The pain and the anger are fueling the rage that is building. I know Tim will hurt me even more, but I will take a thousand punches and kicks if it protects Carter. My pride and joy. My heart.
“The fuck did you just say to me?” I thank God when he turns to me again. He eyes are like nothing I have ever seen before, and that’s saying something, as I’ve seen Tim in a fit of rage before now.
“I said, leave him alone. He has done nothing wrong here, Tim. It’s me you hate, so hurt me. Stay the fuck away from my son.” In a flash, I hear Carter scream and see Tim lunge for me. I brace for the punches, but nothing truly stops the hits or the pain I take from each one. I try to hold in any noise, desperate not to scare Carter any more than he already is. But my boy is a smart kid, so he knows that I am hurting something fierce right now.
I faintly hear him scream for me, but Tim’s grunts and the blood pulsing through my body are deafening me from his cries. I’m not sure how long he repeatedly hits me for, but eventually, he climbs off
the bed, just as darkness closes in.
****
“Mum, please wake up.” Carter’s weak voice forces me out of the darkness. I slowly open my eyes and gently turn my head to see him. His face is streaked with tears, his eyes all puffy and red. My poor baby.
Only one of my eyes are opening. The other must be swollen shut. I take a few seconds to check for aches and pains. My upper body hurts like hell, and I think I have a few broken ribs. The effort to breathe is getting too much. It hurts every time I take a breath. I know the difference between bruised and broken ribs. I have had them enough to know the difference.
“I’m okay, Carter. How long have I been asleep?” I ask.
“It was light out, but now it’s dark, Mum. Will Luke be coming for us?” Oh, Luke. I bet he’s going crazy looking for us. I sob, thinking of never seeing the man that holds my heart again. I need to get us out of here.
“Carter, can you get out of your rope, honey?” I hear him scuffle around. God, I wish I could help him. I need to get us free from these ropes and away from Tim. We need to get home.
I close my eyes and slowly take in a breath, wincing at the pain in my ribs.
“Mum,” Carter whispers, but he’s close enough for my eyes to snap open. He’s standing over me. He gives me a watery smile and I mirror it.
“Oh, God, you are a big, brave boy. I love you, Carter. Can you help me out of these?” I gesture to my hands, and he nods.
“I can try,” he replies.
“Good boy.”
His tiny hands pull and tug at the ropes wrapped around my wrist. After a beat, I feel the rope get loose and I take a deep breath, forgetting about my ribs. I almost scream in pain, but I force the sound to stay trapped in my lungs.
“Yes! Got it.”
“Shhhh, Carter,” I scold him, then regret it when I see his smile drop. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean it. I just don’t want to Tim to come back in here.” He nods in understanding. Bless him. He’s six-years-old and doing things a child of his age should never be doing or seeing. I hate this for him.
