Daunting Turns: Book 2 of Colson Brothers Series

by Reese Madison

  “So, you can talk.” I’m still trying to catch my breath.

  “What I choose to do, is none of your concern. I earned you, you’re mine now. Obey me, or you’ll find pain you never knew existed under my hand.” He warned in that same low monotone voice with a sprinkling of anger on top.

  “Earned me?” This might explain Slider’s reaction, or lack there of.

  He began rocking again as his erection revived itself. “You belong to me now. Are you on birth control?”

  “If I say no, will you let me go?”

  “No.” He lifted up and I felt him doing something behind me. When he came back he showed me a condom. “But if you’re not, and this breaks, you’ll find yourself on the doorstep of an abortion clinic.”

  “I don’t believe in abortion.”

  “Then I suggest you prepare yourself. Giving birth to my offspring will kill you in childbirth. Which is it Georgia?”

  “I’m on a IUD, there’s a couple years left on it. But that doesn’t mean you get to fuck me!!”

  “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to beg for it once I’ve broken you.” He rocked a little harder letting more of his weight crush me to the ground. He brought his hand down and under me so he could find my clitoris. He lifted me a little as his fingers pounded me like his cock between my cheeks.

  He pushed his finger into me, “Give it to me. All this is mine. When I tell you to come for me, you come for me.” He bit my shoulder and I knew he was close.

  I bit the blanket as I found this mentally and physically humiliating.

  He sunk his teeth hard into my shoulder.

  The pressure, pleasure, and pain consumed me. “No, not again.” I begged hating that he can do this so easily.

  He sat up and put one hand on my lower back as the other continues to work me to the brink.

  “Not yet. Wait.” He added his second finger and began pounding me, top and bottom. “That’s it. Damn you’re wet. You like what I’m doing to you? Do I make you wet woman?” His voice is strained now.

  “I… I…”

  “I can feel how tight you are. Oh baby, that’s it. Hold it for me, don’t give in, fight me. Fight me!!” He brought his voice up an octave and I came so hard I shattered inside.

  He gave one last thrust and moved his hand to press his cock against my lower back. “Fucking you is going to be a wonderful way to spend the Summer.”

  I can’t breath. I feel fucked. I hate that it feels so good. Wow he’s intense, and scary. Very scary. As humiliating as he makes me feel, it was also amazing. I never knew such a bold fear could make you want something so different from the person giving it. I wanted to break him like he threatened to break me.

  He pulled himself free and sat next to me taking his shirt off. He used it to clean up his mess. “You’ll do the wash. I’ll show you what to do. Defy me in any way, and I fuck you until you scream. Talk back to me, and I’ll wash your mouth out with my cock.” He stated standing up to pull on his jeans. I hadn’t realized he’d taken them off.

  “You’re seriously keeping me up here? What about my job? My family? Won’t Slider wonder where we are?”

  He shrugged, “If I gave a fuck you might not be here. Get up. I don’t like having to tell you what I expect. Learn to anticipate my needs, and meet them. If you don’t, you’ll never see the bottom of this mountain.”

  “Slider would let you kill me?”

  “Slider owes me a life, I’m taking yours. Get up, get your clothes.” He tossed me his set of keys. “You know where they are. Do not get dressed. Get the clothes and come with me.” He ordered before walking over to pee on a tree. Why do men do that? Is it a territorial thing? What did the trees do to them??

  I do as I’m told looking forward to washing him off my body. I feel violated, humiliated, ashamed, and yet at the same time my body is horribly relaxed. Damn him. There’s something sickly erotic about his caveman style abuse. I hate that I crave this man the second he stops abusing me.

  He led me to a river of clear flowing water. I dropped my bra and his jacket before walking right into the ice cold water. My ass stung at first, then it was soothed by the numbing cold of the water.

  Turner was in the water next to me with a bar of soap and a washcloth, lathering. “I wash you, you wash me. It’s the same every day.” He told me.

  I nodded and waited. Until I can come up with a way out of this nightmare, I have to play along.

  “Good girl. Turn around.”

  I did. He washed my hair, back, face, chest, legs, goodies and everything in between right down to my toes. If I wasn’t about to freeze to death, or wanting to drown him, it might be delectable.

  When he finished he re-lathered and handed me the cloth. I took it and looked up. “You’d really kill me?”

  “Yes.” He assured me, and I believed him.

  “Can you kneel down so I can wash your hair?”

  He looked skeptical at first them lowered to his knees. “I can tell you’re biding your time. Rest assured Miss Pine, I have no intention of letting you out of my sight.”

  I didn’t say anything because it doesn’t matter if he knows what I’m thinking or not, since I’m not sure what I’d do to get away from this giant man. One long stride from him equals a good three of mine. He’s stronger than a bull, I smiled because his father’s name is Bull.

  “What amuses you?” He asked putting his hands on my hips under the water.

  “I was thinking about how damn strong you are. In my head I compared you to a bull, then I remembered who your father is. I smiled because it seemed funny in my head, out loud it’s just stupid.” I babbled finger-combing his long locks like he had mine.

  His hair is a very dirty blonde, but it’s long, both on his head and face. He reminds me of a young member of ZZTop, but wider than the stage in his girth.

  “You talk too much.” He scowled.

  “You asked. If you don’t want me to talk, don’t ask me questions. Dunk.” My inner lawyer is always on guard.

  He dunked probably saving me from another ass tanning. I washed this big gorgeous man’s back when he stood full upright. He has tattoos and scars like most bikers. Some knife wounds, two distinct gunshot wounds. You can tell by the round scars, and the matching ones on the front.

  He’s watching me as I move around him.

  I washed him as far as I could before looking back up at him, “I can’t reach your calves and feet under the water.

  He took the towel and re-lathered it to wash himself under water. His eyes are still on mine.

  “What?” I asked needing to know why he’s looking at me like this.

  “Who were you fucking before I took you?”

  I laughed at the unexpected question. “Nobody. If anything, I was getting fucked out of a job. That’s the only fucking I’ve had in four years.” I looked down at the washcloth in his hand, “Well, unless you count earlier with your fingers.”

  “You lie. All women lie, lawyers lie even more.” He declared.

  I laughed again, “True, but not usually about something so innocuous. Whether I tell you the truth, or a lie, makes no difference. Why bother lying? It’s been over four years Turner, if you can’t tell by how tight I am, then believe whatever you want, I really don’t care.”

  “I can tell.” He splashed me and pointed to the shore, “Go. I want you dry by that fire so you don’t get sick.”

  “Yes sir.” I dunked one more time before taking my minor victory and heading in.

  He prepared more chicken for breakfast and lunch. This could get old. It’s like he only eats because he has to. I doubt he tastes anything as fast as he consumes the food.

  He came and went around camp the rest of the day. I mostly sat under his cut and blankets trying to hide and not bring on any more punishments, or other unwanted attention.

  I spent most of the time combing tangles out of my hair and adding wood to the fire. It was a pretty boring day, but because he wasn’t
focused on me I kept my mouth shut. The short nap I took after lunch helped kill some time.

  Shortly before dark he prepared another chicken dinner, which had me asking as we ate, “Where do you get these?”

  “I make them. Eat. You’ll need your strength living up here with me for three months.”

  “Three months?? Why so long?” I sat back shocked but still hungry as the cool night air took over the warm air of the day.

  “By September it will be too cold for you. If you make me kill you before that time I won’t have to move, so it’s your choice. Stay strong or die up here.” He stood up having finished. “I’m going for a walk, don’t wander off.”

  “Wait! You’re leaving me here?? Alone?” I panicked.

  “If you try to escape in the dark you’ll be dead by morning.” He disappeared into the woods.

  I looked around, “Well fuck me. Bad choice of words.” I cleaned up from dinner like he had earlier today.

  To kill some time I gathered a bunch of sticks, tied them together and started sweeping up around the fire working my way out making piles and burning them. As I worked I planned and plotted, but my heart wasn’t in it.

  I couldn’t stop thinking about Turner and what he’d done to me earlier. I know it’s been four years, but good God, excuse me, Turner. Maybe he doesn’t believe in God? Probably not.

  He doesn’t look religious, he looks mean hidden behind all that hair. And that body. I feel like a shrimp next to him, and I’m not a small woman. If he’s serious about ‘fucking’ me, I’m in real trouble. He’s going to hurt me.

  I need to tell him if he takes this too fast he could kill me by accident. I wonder if he cares? Why did he wash me earlier? Why did he want me to wash him? That was such an intimate thing from a man who has so far has been anything but.

  He came back and stopped by my hands. I looked up. “What?”

  “What are you doing?” His voice is so deep and commanding.

  “I cleaned up from dinner, so I thought I’d sweep. I just needed to move while I thought. Do you want me to stop?”

  “Stand up.” He ordered.

  I did leaving the broom on the ground. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No. Do you need privacy in the woods for bodily functions?” He asked.

  So that’s where he was. “No, maybe in the morning.”

  “Take the clothes off and go sit on the blanket. You can keep my jacket on.” He ordered in a colder tone than earlier. His eyes are darker now too, or is it the dark of the night?

  I nodded and went to his blanket to do as he wanted. Crap, I just got warm.

  “No, wait. Undress here, in front of me. I want to see you.”

  I blinked and looked at him, “And if I say no?”

  “Try it.” He dared me with a sparkle in his eyes, he wants me to fight him. Maybe he is crazy.

  My heart skipped a beat as my loins clenched. Shit. I tried not to look at him as he watched me.

  “Slower.” He instructed.

  I pushed my jeans down no longer having underwear and feeling strangely sexy. I kicked out of my boots and my jeans. “That was the worst strip tease ever.” I admitted feeling my face heat up in embarrassment.

  “I wouldn’t know. Strippers do nothing for me. Turn around.”

  I did. “Are you going to fuck me?”

  “Do you want me to?” He asked gathering my hair.

  “NO!!!” I laughed.

  He pulled my hair exposing my neck. His beard tickled my shoulder as his breath skimmed over my ear. “Then no Miss Pine, I will not be fucking you tonight.”

  He scooped me up making me squeal, “Hey!!”

  “Quiet, you’ll wake the neighbors.”

  “What neighbors?” I asked looking around like an idiot.

  He set me down and climbed over me to hover. His eyes almost twinkled, “Do you really think I’d bring you up here to scream for my neighbors?”

  “I don’t know you well enough to presume anything.”

  “Anything what?”

  I looked at him funny. “What?”

  “You will address me as Sir, and only use my given name when you’re coming for me.” He stated like it was Rule Number One.

  “Yes sir.”

  “That’s better. Why four years?” He asked abruptly changing gears.

  I blinked and squirmed under him.

  “Hold still and answer me. The more you move the more I want you.” He warned me.

  I went still, “Um, well, I don’t know. I work a lot…I don’t know. I don’t think about it.”

  He studied me for a minute. “How many?”

  “How many what?”

  “Men, before me.” He clarified.

  “Two, a bad first time with a high school boyfriend, and a one year relationship with a guy in college. We went our separate ways because he wanted to work back east, and I hate it there.”

  “That’s incredibly boring.”

  “You didn’t ask for a show.”

  “Shows are for people who need entertaining. I need sex, and a lot of it.”

  “Why didn’t you kidnap a bunch of women then?” I asked daring to touch his beard that is tickling my breasts as we talk.

  He sat up straddling me on his knees to take his shirt off. “One is enough to keep track of. Women are sneaky, and not to be trusted.”

  “Won’t argue that. The problem is, you might have kidnapped the worst of them all. You realize who my father is, don’t you?”

  “Yes, he’s bailed me out more than once. Who knew he had such a delicious daughter?” He came down on his elbow next to me. “Lay still.”

  He started running his fingers over my stomach making circles and random designs as he moved about. “That tickles.”

  “Do you pleasure yourself since you don’t have a boyfriend?” He asked softly.

  “Not very often. Maybe if I can’t sleep and I need to clear my head.” I confessed unashamed. It’s not like I’m the only one.

  “Do it now.” He picked up my hand and placed it down ‘there’.

  “I don’t think I can. I’m too nervous.”

  “Nervous?” He twisted one nipple then the other.

  “You kidnapped me and scared the shit out of me, then I thought you were going to rape me.” I scolded him.

  “Watch your tone with me Miss Pine, any excuse to turn you over my knee.”

  “You like hitting me?”

  “No, I like the result.” He lowered his head and nuzzled his nose under my ear. “Would you like me to allow you come again?”

  I turned giving him more room to nibble. “I’m not sure I could take it.”

  “You can take it.” He assured me. “Bend your knees, bring them up.” He trailed his fingers up and over my kneecap. “I want to hear you beg so bad it makes me hard.”

  I laughed a little, “You’re not very romantic are you?”

  “No, not at all. Romance for for shitheads.” He slid down to capture a nipple in his mouth.

  I moved his hair off his face, “Some women need romance.” I told him.

  “Not my woman. I’ll train you to need exactly what I give you, and only I will give you. No man will touch you after me.” He sucked my other nipple so hard I screamed again! What is with him inflicting pain??

  I had to look to make sure it was still there when he moved down to my stomach. “You like to inflict pain?”

  “Yes.” He said lifting my right leg and ducking under. He set his chin on my patch and waited for me to look at him. “I’m getting too old for whores and one night stands. I don’t date, and I don’t need any bullshit. I need sex, the way I want it, and I need a woman who does what I tell her, when I tell her.”

  “And you think that’s me?”

  “If it’s not, I’ll kill you and find another. Don’t make me do that. You have a nice tight pussy Miss Pine, I look forward to breaking you in.”

  I felt my goodies stand up and pay attention. “Speaking of which,
you’re going to hurt me, bad, if you rush in there.”

  “I have no intention of rushing. Are you done with the questions?”

  “I thought you were the one asking questions?” I smiled. He really is adorable if you look past the extremely rough exterior.

  “Arguing with me is a good way to get that beautiful ass tanned.” He warned and I swear he was smiling where I couldn’t see.

  “You think it’s beautiful?” I asked as he flicked me with his tongue.

  “Do I look like a man who would fuck an ugly woman?” He asked me harshly.

  I forgot the question because he didn’t give me a chance to answer. His mouth encompassed my clitoris and I arched aching for his hands on me. How is this possible? I just met him.

  He slid his hands up my thigh and lifted me until I was mostly on my shoulders with my butt off the ground. He let his tongue fall lightly all the way down over my anus and back up to my folds. His tongue darted in and out before he inhaled my clitoris into his mouth and pushed two fingers into me.

  “Oh shit.” I felt the tension building, and building, as he works me. He lowered me back down and ran his large hands up and over my breasts.

  He suckled and flicked me with that strong capable tongue.

  I grabbed his hair pulling him into me, “Don’t…stop.” I begged not sure if I wanted him to stop, or don’t stop. The sensation overwhelmed me and I pulsed uncontrollably on those two magic fingers. “Turner!!”

  He let me down easy as he slowed and pulled up to set my legs back down flat and closer together. He slid his way back up pulling the blanket over me. “I see you remembered to use my name, that went a long way towards you not getting put over my knee for coming before I told you to. Next time, don’t be so greedy, and wait for my permission.”

  I can hardly breathe, “I…don’t…know…if…I…can.”

  “You’ll learn. Next time saying my name won’t save you. Roll over to your stomach.”

  I rolled using my arms as pillows.

  “Put your hands behind your head, wrists together.”

  “What??” I lifted my head.

  He climbed on top of me and pushed my head back down after forcing my hands where he wanted them. “When I tell you to do something you do it. Didn’t I say that earlier?”