by LYNN, K. C.
“Jesus, would you just calm down,” I hear Jaxson start over to me, but I throw my hand up to hold him off.
Once my dizziness passes I straighten, “I’m giving the money back and that’s final,” then I walk out, heading to my room upstairs, and slam the door.
After an hour of staying locked in my bedroom and ignoring Jaxson I decide to run a bubble bath. Throwing my hair up in a messy bun and turning on my Ipod for music, I climb into the hot sudsy water and start to feel slightly more relaxed.
The big claw foot tub is my favorite place in the house, and when I say big I mean big. I could stretch out at the bottom of it and my feet still wouldn’t hit the end.
With my head lying against the pink bath pillow I close my eyes and hum softly to my new favorite song as it comes on- Pink’s duet with Nate Russ, ‘Just Give Me A Reason’.
The room suddenly becomes hotter; awareness seeps into my body when I feel someone’s gaze on me. Already knowing who it is I open my eyes to see Jaxson leaning against the closed bathroom door watching me. His fierce expression shoots tingles through my body and straight between my legs.
“You still mad at me?”
“Ya,” I say truthfully, but softly.
His lips twitch with a smile then he starts towards me. His strides are slow and confident as he pulls his shirt off. My heart rate kicks up as I appreciate every bare inch of him that’s on display.
Holy mother of god the man is beautiful.
His body is absolute perfection- hard and strong, capable of both pleasure and pain.
I wait for him to take off his pants and join me but he doesn’t. Instead he kneels on the floor beside the tub. Leaning over he cups the side of my neck, running his thumb along my pulse point that’s beating rapidly. The simple touch is electrifying, breaking goosebumps over my body even though I’m surrounded by hot water.
“Please take the money Jules,” his soft tone contradicts the fire that’s in his eyes right now.
I narrow my eyes, “No! And don’t think for one second that I don’t know what you’re up to.”
He smirks, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He leans in to kiss my neck and I try pushing him away, “Yes you do. Now get your sexy lips away from me.”
He chuckles and grabs my wrist so I can’t hold him off, then he’s planting soft kisses along my jaw, down my throat… Oh god! My body is so hyper-aware of him right now, every soft touch of his lips brings intense need to course through my body. I’m incredibly grateful for the bubbles that cover my body, hiding the effect he’s having on me. He trails his soft warm mouth back up my throat heading towards my lips. I move my head to the side but he grasps my chin firmly between his thumb and finger, holding me in place, while his lips descend on mine.
I keep my mouth soft and slack, trying to not let him get to me, but oh god it’s difficult.
“Come on baby, kiss me, I know you want too.”
“Uh uh.”
He snickers and continues his teasing assault on my lips, swiping his tongue across my top lip, grabbing my bottom one between his teeth. And it’s the little sting that breaks me. Moaning I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss the ever-loving shit out of him.
A feral growl erupts from him; my lips tingling from the vibration of it. One hand dips into the water, grabbing my hip, then slides up my stomach to my breast. He circles my nipple with his finger, teasing, but never touching.
When I pull away to take in air, he moves to my throat. “Come in here with me,” I say breathlessly, gripping his bare shoulders.
“I’m not much of a bath guy Jules, but fuck do you make me wish I was.” He sinks both hands in the water now and spans my hips. “Sit up a bit higher baby,” he helps me move into a higher position, bringing my breasts out of the water, bubbles lightly surrounding them. “Goddamn woman, seeing you all hot and wet like this, surrounded by bubbles,” a rough sound erupts from the back of his throat, “makes me so fucking hard.”
Oh! His erotic words has me squeezing my legs together to try and relieve the ache that pulses between them. Leaning down he sucks a peaked nipple into his mouth, then he bites down. Hard.
“Ahhh!” I scream and dig my nails into his shoulder; my clit swelling from the almost too much pain. He licks and blows on my aching nipple, bringing it back to flare with pleasure. He moves on to the next one, giving it the same greedy attention it thrives for. My hips raise in the water, begging for the attention it desperately craves, but Jaxson ignores it.
I whimper, “Please Jaxson.”
“What do you want Julia?”
Is he serious?
“Touch me,” I say, letting out a frustrated moan.
“I am touching you.”
I moan again in frustration, “No, here,” I say, bringing his hand off my hip to the ache between my legs.
He groans, “My fucking pleasure.” He runs a finger through my slit, grazing the spot that most craves attention. My knees fall open to give him more access.
“Touch yourself Jules.”
My eyes snap from his hand that’s between my legs, to his intense lust-filled gaze.
“Wh, what?” I stammer with embarrassment.
He grabs one of my hands and places it on my breast, “Touch your tits. Show me how you like me to touch you.”
He senses my hesitation, “Don’t be embarrassed baby, it’s just me.”
I’ve only ever touched myself a few times and everytime I did I had always thought about Jaxson. He starts working his fingers through me again, circling my swollen clit.
I let my head fall back to the pillow and close my eyes, letting the sensation from his fingers take over my body. Music still fills the air and I let the soft sound wash over me, easing some of my hesitation. I start kneading my breast that Jaxson covered my hand with. My tight nipple scraping against my palm. Pretending it’s Jaxson’s hand on me I tug and roll the tight tip between my fingers. His hand skims right over my clit the same time I pinch my nipple. I moan and slide my other hand up my stomach to cup the other breast, freely giving into the pleasure I can bring myself. Gasping, I tug and tweak my nipples, reenacting what Jaxson does to them.
“That’s it baby, show me what you like… you’re so fucking sexy.”
Hearing the rough arousal in his voice spurs me on and I completely abandon myself to my touch. I feel him watching me, his hot gaze heating the air around us.
“Have you touched yourself before Jules?”
I moan from his erotic question. When I don’t answer he slams a finger inside of me. I gasp and arch into his finger, “Yes,” I say breathlessly, “and I always thought of you when I did. Always imagined it was your hands on me.”
“Jesus.”
I cry out as he slams a second finger inside of me. In the distance of the sensations crashing through my body I hear Jaxson undoing his belt. Shooting my eyes open I see him stroking himself. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen and the pulse between my legs becomes agonizing. I keep my gaze trained on his movement, not being able to take my eyes away from his beautiful hard cock. The swollen head is flushed purple and when pre-cum spills over the tip I lick my lips and whimper, wishing it was spilling in my mouth.
With his fingers still thrusting inside of me, Jaxson shoves the heel of his hand right against the spot that aches for contact. I whimper again and feel my orgasm start to build low in my tummy making my heart beat faster.
“Do you like watching me Julia?”
“Yes,” I moan and push against his hand.
“Since the day I’ve laid eyes on you, you’re all I thought about every time I stroked my cock. I’d imagine what you’d look like over top of me, underneath me, on your hands and knees in front of me,” he growls, “and you’re even fucking better than I could have ever imagined.”
The dam breaks free, his erotic words sending me over the edge, “That’s it baby, come all over my fingers.” The intense orgasm crashes through my body, stealing the breath
from my lungs. Jaxson keeps his rhythm till I’m soft and limp. Slowly coming back from bliss I look over and see him still stroking himself. I rip his arm from between my legs and sit up quickly. Leaning over I give him a quick hard kiss, “Stop,” I whisper against his lips, removing his hand from himself, “I want to finish you with my mouth.”
“Fuck me!” He stands up in a flash and drops his jeans just enough to fully free his cock. Before he can even guide it to my mouth, I’m on him. Tonguing and sucking, taking him as deep as I can possibly go, my hand stroking where I can’t reach with my mouth.
His throaty groans empower me. Looking up I see him watching me, his jaw clenched, gaze wild and raw. I slowly suck back to the head and give him a show, swirling my tongue around the swollen tip. “Jesus Christ!” He pulls my hair loose from its hold on the top of my head and tightly wraps my loose strands around his fist, causing a delicious sting to my scalp. He helps control my movement and pumps his hips, fucking my mouth. “That’s it baby, suck my dick, just like that.” I whimper from his erotic words. When he hits the back of my throat, I keep him there for a second and swallow.
“Shit!” He tries to pull my head back but I fight against it. “Julia baby, I’m going to fucking come any second so if you don’t want to swallow it you better move your goddamn mouth.” I moan, letting him know I want it, and quicken my pace, sucking him harder and faster. “Fuck!” His head falls back with a roar as his cock pulses, spilling a hot stream of semen down my throat. I keep my rhythm and drink every bit of pleasure that spills from him.
“Jesus,” he falls to his knees as if he physically can’t stand a second longer and it gives me pleasure knowing I could bring a man as strong and powerful as him to his knees. Literally. He kisses me slow and deep. Pulling his mouth away he leans his forehead against mine and cups the side of my neck, “You’re fucking amazing and I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive.”
I smile knowing what he’s telling me without having to say the words. I shake my head softly, “I’m the lucky one. I love you Jaxson, forever.”
Later that night another nightmare plagues me and it’s the mother of all nightmares…the night I finally got out of hell, but not before others paid the price.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I pull against my chains with all the strength I have left. Feeling like my wrists are going to snap from the strain of it. Little bits of gravel from the cement wall fall around me and I’m shocked to find out I still have this much strength left in me. Looking over I see Sawyer’s feet raised over his head and braced against the wall, trying to pull his chains from its engraved place. Cade struggles as well, but I can’t see exactly what he’s doing.
Jesus, please let one of us make some fucking leeway. Anna’s screams are still filling my head, fueling me with adrenaline and strength I didn’t know I still possessed.
The sound of our cell being unlocked has me stopping my attempts, Sawyer and Cade immediately follow and go lax. Looking at the door we see Irina walk in. She’s the wife of one of our captors and the mother of the boy who set us up. She also works at the local whore house in town where we have visited. Sawyer fucked her a few times. Knowing that we could have been fucking women that weren’t there willingly, makes me want to puke.
She walks in, holding her finger to her lips, her gaze darting around nervously. Tears are streaking down her face. I’d like to say I feel sorry for the bitch, but I don’t.
“Okay, I’ll help you,” she says, whispering to Sawyer.
I immediately tense, suspicion rearing inside of me.
“Why now?” I croak out, pulling her attention from Sawyer to me. We have been asking for her help all week and each time she coldly refused; she also helped inject that shit into us at the beginning.
“Because they just killed my boy,” she says, throwing her hand over her mouth to quiet the sob.
“Fuck!” Cade barks out roughly. Even though the kid helped with the ambush, you could see Cade had a soft spot for him.
Shit! Even I felt bad for the kid.
“Listen I don’t have much time. Something’s going down in about an hour. I don’t know how much I can help once they’re in here, but if you guys can overpower them, I will help get you out. There’s only going to be six of them on the whole compound tonight. The rest are picking up a shipment at a location hours from here and they’re not due back till tomorrow.”
“Where’s the American girl? Anna?” her eyes dart away from mine and dread fills my stomach.
“Where the fuck is she!?” I ask harsher this time.
She licks her lips nervously, “She’s in one of the rooms at the other end of the building. Same floor as you. She’s set to have a customer in less than an hour.”
My heart pounds in fear, “You need to get her out of there, I won’t make it in time.”
She shakes her head, “I can’t, I can’t help her. They will kill me. And then I will be no good to you guys.”
“She’s right Jaxson, listen we need to come up with a plan, then once we overpower the fuckers we will go get her. We have no other choice.” Sawyer says trying to reason with me.
“Fuck!”
“I will try to stall the customer,” she says trying to make me feel better; it doesn’t, not one fucking bit.
“Can you tell us what’s happening? What their plan is?” Sawyer asks.
She glances at Cade, “I honestly don’t know, but they’re bringing his woman down with them.” Cade’s head snaps up, fear and fury filling his expression. “They said they were going to test your guys’ loyalty and honor.”
Well that doesn’t fucking sound good at all.
Someone barks out Irina’s name. She jumps in fear, “Listen I have to go, I will do what I can.”
“Irina,” Sawyer calls out stopping her, “We will take you with us. We can get you out of here.”
She shakes her head softly and starts crying again, “I don’t care if I live or die anymore, I only lived for my boy. He wanted you guys out of here, that’s why I am going to help you,” she closes the door and hurries out.
We’re silent for a moment with our thoughts, “They’re going to try turning us against each other,” I say quietly.
“Ya and they’re going to use Faith to do it,” Cade says through clenched teeth. “Fuck! I’m going to kill them, every last one of them. We don’t leave here until they’re all fucking dead,” Cade’s rage starts fueling my own.
“What’s most important is getting Anna and Faith out of here. That comes even before killing them. And we need to take Irina too.”
Sawyer always the sensible one.
Sure enough less than an hour later heavy boot falls make their way down the hall to us. In the week, anytime we heard this sound, pain and torture always followed.
Not this time.
A complete calmness settles over me, one that leaves me cold and detached from my body. One where I don’t feel human but like a machine.
“Where are you taking me?” A female voice breaks through the air, thick with tears, but filled with strength. I’m assuming this is Faith.
Only four out of the six guys enter our cell. Two of them on either side of a slender woman that’s dressed in a long black silk nightgown. Bruises mar every inch of bare skin that shows, including her face.
“Oh my god, Cade!? Oh god, oh no!” She rips away from the two bastards that have a hold of her and runs to Cade. Sinking to her knees in front of him she wraps her arms around his neck, “Oh no! I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry Cade!” she sobs hysterically into him.
Why the fuck is she sorry?
“Not so fast bitch.” One of the assholes who helped drag her in grabs her by the hair and pulls her away from Cade.
“Ahhh! No! Let go of me!” she screams, kicking and fighting.
The guy turns her around and back-hands her across the face, knocking her to the ground.
Shit!
A pained roar rips through the air, ricocheting off the walls, “I’m
going to fucking kill you, every single one of you mother fuckers.”
Shit! Shit! Shit! Cade needs to keep his cool.
The son of a bitch starts laughing, “Is that so soldier?” The one whose nose I broke gets closer to Cade, “I can’t wait till you see what I have in store for you,” then he leans down getting in Cade’s face, “I’m going to fucking break you.”
Cade goes completely calm, “You can’t break something that’s already broken.”
Jesus Christ! What the fuck is he doing?
“We’re not soldiers you fucking idiot, how many times do we have to tell you assholes that? We’re N-a-v-y S-e-a-l-s.” Sawyer says as if speaking to a child. Most people would think he was an idiot for taunting these fuckers while we’re still chained but I know he’s trying to deflect their attention from Cade.
The fat bastard walks over to Sawyer and sends a blow to the center of his chest with his baton. Other than the slight flinch, and his chest heaving to pull in a breath, Sawyer makes no sound.
“Navy Seals. Soldiers,” the dick spats the words out, “they’re all the same, you all live and breathe your honor. Well boys, we’re going to see just what it will take for you to break your so-called honor.” He turns to the men behind him, “Set her up,” he barks out.
Two of the men grab Faith again holding her up but keeping her kneeling on the ground. The bastard walks up and leans down to her face. Faith stares back at him with her gaze narrowed, defiance raging in her eyes.
Glad to see the fuckers haven’t broken her completely.
“We’re going to have some fun with this man you seem so smitten with. Maybe you can show him some of the new tricks we have taught you.” He straightens and looks over at Cade, “Did you know soldier, that many of us have fucked her?”
Oh fuck!
“Tied her to a bed and fucked her while she begged us not to. And after we fucked her she got to choke on our dicks.”
All the perverted fucks start laughing. Crying, Faith hangs her head, as if ashamed. Jesus, my heart clenches with rage and pain. I can only imagine what Cade’s feeling right now.
