by Terry Towers
“Oh Yea,” I breathed, closing my eyes and preparing for the delicious assault of his tongue. It never came.
“All done,” Lance said straightening before me.
“What?” My eyes fly and I gawked at him, in disbelief. Hell no! Grabbing the front of his shirt I pulled him down to me, guiding his head between my legs.
He chuckled again, as he allowed himself to be guided back down and to his knees before me. Looking up he caught my gaze, a cocky grin on his lips. “Has your pussy missed me that much?”
“Yes!” I didn’t even have to think about the question.
Kissing the top of my mound, he stroked my slit with two fingers from my anus to my clit and back again as I bucked against his hand, needing more.
“Please, Lance.” I wasn’t too proud to beg, not when the tension between my legs was nearing an unbearable state.
Spreading my pussy lips I watched him lower his mouth to my clit and began to flick and tease it with his tongue, circling the engorged nub and sending me into a fit of moans. He thrust a couple of fingers into my core, stroking me in just the right spot to send me into a state of pure ecstasy. Just when I thought I was going to explode, he slipped his fingers from me and replaced it with his tongue.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back against the mirror behind me.
“Oh baby, don’t worry. Your greedy pussy will have my cock a number of times tonight,” he murmured before plunging his tongue deep into me.
My fingers dug into his skull, as I bucked against his tongue and hand. “Oh yes, I need your cock,” I groaned out, my head thrashing from side to side. The pleasure was so good, wave upon wave washed over me taking me to the point where the only thing that existed was the pleasure and tension and the need to release.
“Oh fuck later,” he growled the sound low and feral, pulling away from me, and before I had a chance to open my eyes the sound of his zipper coming undone echoed throughout the room and his thick member speared me roughly.
Grabbing desperately to his shoulders, I screamed out as his cock sent me over the edge. My pussy clenched around his frantically thrusting cock, begging it for his seed. His lips came crashing down onto mine, claiming me and stifling the moans. The taste of my juices assaulted my senses reminding me that it had just explored my most intimate of places.
Holding tight to him I allowed myself to be swept up in the pleasure and tension once more. His cock’s thrusts were powerful and relentless; he wasn’t making love, he wasn’t cherishing the moment, he was fucking me hard and fast like it was the first and last time he’d ever fuck me. His breathing became laboured pants and when his lips left mine and I opened my eyes all I saw was pure lust, it sent a tremble through me and that tremble was his undoing.
Groaning loud, Lance slammed into me a final time, unloading into me. As the third and final spurt of semen filled my greedy core I came, my juices mixing with his, surrounding his entrenched manhood. I fell against his body, holding tight to him and attempting to regain my sanity.
“Mmmm, fuck you’re pussy is so greedy,” he whispered into my ear and then brushed his lips against my temple. “I could spend days doing nothing but fucking you.”
“Only for you,” I whisper and meant it.
He held me a few minutes, keeping his dick inside of me as the mixture of our fluids seeped past his cock and dripped onto the countertop; neither of us noticed or cared.
“Alright, let’s get you into the kitchen so you can have your surprise, I suspect you’ll be wanting it more than ever now. He pulled out of me and I immediately regretted the loss of him in me. Helping me down from the counter, he pulled the towel around my shoulders. “Come on.”
“Okay.” I followed him from the bathroom and into the kitchen.
“Sit down.” He motioned to the tiny two-person table and I quickly took a seat. “Ready for a surprise?”
I nodded eagerly, nearly bouncing from my chair in excitement, as if I were a child at Christmastime.
Opening the fridge, he pulled something out and when he turned around I nearly burst with excitement.
“Is that?” My stomach grumbled just looking at the foot-long Subway sandwich.
“Extra cheese, no veggies.” He turned to the microwave, pulling the sandwich from the plastic bag. “Do you want me to?”
“No! It’s fine.”
He turned back around to face me, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I can heat it, it’s not –”
“It’s fine!” I leapt from the chair and snatched it from his fingertips. I had it unwrapped by the time I sat back down. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to grab.” Not waiting for an acknowledgment of my apology I began devouring the first half.
Ohmygod, this is heaven. Surely it’s heaven. I couldn’t recall eating something so good in my life. I didn’t look in his direction until the first half was devoured. When I did look up the wide grin on his face as he watched me stuff my face embarrassed me.
“I’m sorry. It’s so good.” I looked down at the second half. “Do you want the other half?” Despite asking, I prayed he’d say no. I wanted it so bad…
“I’m fine. It’s yours.”
Looking back down at the second half of the sandwich I knew that I should save it or should share it with the other girls. But it smelled so good and I could still taste the mayo on my lips. Before I could give it anymore thought I was devouring the second half, but this time I ate slowly enough to savour the spicy salami and delicious ham and the cheese, oh the cheese was incredible. This had to be the best sub I’d ever had in my life.
Once done, I slumped back in the chair and closed my eyes, a huge smile spreading across my lips. I felt overstuffed, not wanting to move from the chair. The sub was more food in one sitting than I usually ate in three or four days here at the compound.
“Good?”
“Good doesn’t even begin to describe it,” I replied, not opening my eyes. “It was like an orgasm for the tastebuds.” His laughter forced me to open my eyes to look over at him.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Thank you. I think I was too busy shoving it into my mouth to thank you.”
He went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Coca-Cola. My mouth began to water as I eyed the soda. “I was going to give you this, but didn’t want to interrupt and get bit or smacked for getting too close.”
A burst of laughter escaped me. “Shut it. Ass.”
Chuckling, he opened the bottle, passed it to me then retook his position leaning against the kitchen counter, one ankle casually crossed over the other. “Is that the kind of way to talk to the guy who just bought you dinner?”
I took a hearty swig of the Coke, drinking down close to a third of the bottle. Mmmm. Liquid sugar. So good. How could I have ever taken these things for granted? I knew if I ever got out of there I’d never take those things for granted again. Before I knew what was happening, a massive burp escaped me. My hand attempted to cover my mouth, but it wasn’t near fast enough.
Mortified, I cringed, not able to look at Lance. “Excuse me,” I managed to murmur. I’d never belched in front of a guy before, but when the roar of laughter erupted from him the embarrassment quickly faded. Considering what I’d experienced in front of him and at his own hand, this was hardly something to be embarrassed about.
“If you’re done, follow me. I got another surprise for you.”
“Another surprise? I don’t think I can handle much more.”
He laughed and extended his hand to me. “Come on.” Taking his hand I followed him into the bedroom. The bedroom was pretty lackluster in appearance, small with beige walls, a queen-sized bed, a dresser and nightstand with a closet on the far side of the room.
Releasing my hand he went to his dresser and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers and tossed them on the bed. “While you’re here you can wear these.”
Grinning, I pulled off the towels from around both my hair and body,
dropping them to the floor and snatching the white Budweiser t-shirt from the bed, and then stepped into the boxers – the t-shirt fell to my knees and I had to knot the boxers in the front to keep them up, but I was hardly complaining. “Food and clothing, I’m almost thinking you’re hoping to get lucky again tonight.” I gave him a wink and then bent to pick up the discarded towels.
He cocked a brow at me and returned my smile. “Now, if I planned that, then why would I bother giving you the clothing?”
“Foreplay so you can take it back off?”
He didn’t respond, but gave his eyebrows a little wiggle that made me giggle.
Chewing at my bottom lip I toyed with asking him the question I’d been wondering since he’d rescued me from the near rape. “Can I ask you something?” Not wanting to see him stare at me, I fingered the hem of the t-shirt.
“You can ask, not sure I can answer…”
“Were you going to kill Connor?”
“Yes.” His answer said so bluntly and with such disconnection of feeling had me looking back up into his eyes.
“You would have? Really?”
“He’s lucky I didn’t kill him since that was my first impulse. But I’d prefer not to rock the boat at the moment and had I killed him then we wouldn’t have this time together. He’ll get what’s coming to him – in time.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just what I said and that’s all I can say about that.” Reaching behind himself, he pulled the gun from the back of his jeans, flicked on the safety and placed it on the dresser. “One more surprise, come on to the living room.”
I watched him walk away and then over at the gun. I could make it to the gun and turn the safety off before he got to me, I had no doubt about that.
“Aren’t you scared I’ll take the gun and try to escape?”
He froze in his tracks just inside the threshold, his body framed in the doorway. He slowly turned to face me, his expression a blank slate, devoid of emotion. “Nope.”
I glanced at the gun and then back at him. “Why not? It has six shots, should be enough to get me out of here, even if I had to shoot my way out.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, he jerked his chin toward the gun. “Then by all means.” A stone silence settled over the room as we stared into each other’s eyes. “Well, go on… Take it, it could be your only chance at freedom.”
I stood staring at him, my mind whirling, feeling numb.
“Take the gun Gwen. Now,” he commanded, pushing me into action.
Grabbing the gun from the dresser I held it limply in my hands. I’d shot rifles before, my father was an avid hunter and had taken me along with him. But could I possibly shoot someone, shoot Lance?
“Raise the gun and point it at me.”
Lifting my head I caught his gaze and did as told. My hands shook and I nearly dropped the gun a couple of times. If I got away then I could notify the police and save all the other girls. Maybe I could put an end to this. I could go back to my life. I’d avoided being raped tonight, but what about next time? This could be my one and only chance.
I closed my eyes and tried to slow my racing heart. When I reopened my eyes Lance was directly in front of me. He put his hand under the barrel of the gun and centered it at his chest.
“Turn off the safety.”
I couldn’t. My body was frozen so he reached out and undid it for me. My finger slipped to the trigger.
“Now pull the trigger, Gwen. Do it.”
My hands began shaking so bad I was scared I’d drop the gun as tears filled my eyes.
“What are you waiting for?” His tone was so even, not even a hint of nervousness in either his expression or his voice.
Why wasn’t he scared? Was this a game? A test? Was the gun even loaded?
“It’s loaded, Gwen,” he confirmed as if reading my mind. “You just have to pull the trigger.”
The trembling in my hands increased and my legs felt like they may give out from under me. I closed my eyes and the smell of his aftershave drifted into my senses; for the rest of my life every time I caught a whiff of that scent I’d think of him. “I can’t,” I whispered.
“I’m not a good man Gwen, no matter what you think you know about me. Thousands of people have died because of me and the people here. Thousands more will. Tens of thousands. I’ve killed people with my own hands. Think of the girls downstairs, you can help them. Just. Pull. The. Trigger.”
I looked back up into his eyes and they remained emotionless. What was he talking about? Thousands of people? Because of him? Why was he doing this? I had to stop thinking, he was standing between me and freedom. The tears brimming my eyes began to slide down my cheeks as I applied pressure on the trigger.
Chapter 16
Lance
This wasn’t the first time I’d been at the business end of a loaded gun and I knew for a fact it wouldn’t be the last. Any normal person would be terrified for their life, but as I positioned the barrel of the gun to my chest I knew she wouldn’t shoot. The fact was, I knew what I’d been doing when I left the gun on the counter, just as I knew she’d grab it and then battle with herself over whether she should use it or not.
I was putting my life in her hands; it was the ultimate demonstration of trust. It was something I needed her to see. But it was hardly a gamble, I knew she’d never be able to pull the trigger. It went well beyond the fact that she felt obligated to me and the feelings of devotion that came along with that obligation, and it also went beyond her intense feelings of affection, maybe even love for me.
At the core she was a good person. She could easily be the spokesperson for what was good in the world; there was no darkness lurking within her screaming to get out. She was one of those people who used humane traps on mice and would take in a stray dog or cat because the thought of it going hungry was too much for her to bear.
She was pure goodness and ending the life of another human being wasn’t in her, even if it meant her freedom. The fact that someone with such empathy for others managed so well in the conditions of the dungeon, seeing the horrors around her, was a testament to her strength and determination to be free … and to free the rest of the girls one day.
Gwen
I dropped my head to my chest and lowered the gun. “I can’t…” I gasped and removed my finger from the trigger.
“Why?”
“I just… can’t… Why did you let me take the gun?”
Cupping my chin in his hand he forced my eyes to meet his. “Because I trust you.”
“Trust,” I echoed. How could he trust me when he barely knew me? But then again I trusted him with both my body and heart – with my life.
“Just like I know you know I’ll protect and care for you, no matter what I have to do to achieve that.”
Gun still in my hand, I brought my palms to my forehead. What in the fuck was I doing? I could have killed the only person who protected me. My light in the darkness. Was I that far gone already? Or maybe the crazy thing was that I hadn’t used the gun.
“Just give me the gun before you accidentally kill me or yourself.” He carefully removed the gun from my fingertips, flipped the safety back on and then placed it onto the dresser.
The room began to spin and my mind became foggy. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t know what to think,” I groaned out as I lost my balance and began to topple to the floor. Just before my body hit the carpet beneath my feet, Lance caught me, scooping me into arms. He carried me into the living room, sitting down on the sofa and cradling me in his arms.
I clutched to the front of his shirt and lowered my forehead to his shoulder. “The twins. Connor’s going to hurt them. I can’t… I need to help them.”
“You need to stop worrying about everyone else and worry about yourself, Gwen. How many times do I need to say this to you?”
I pulled back in his arms to look into his eyes. “How can you not care?”
He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Gwen. Please. These conversations are exhausting and beyond frustrating to me, there’s nothing I can do.”
“Then you train them. Don’t let the others hurt them. They’re not virgins so they’re fair game for the taking.” I wished I could just drop it, because I knew how much it angered him when I pushed, but I couldn’t.
His jaw clenched. “I’ll speak to The Boss about it, but I can’t promise anything. They have some time, the next auction isn’t for another month. There’s a big meeting coming up of many of the heads of the organization so The Boss is currently busy setting that up; the slaves aren’t at the top of his priority list right now.”
“So he’s not the head of it all?”
Taking a deep breath in, Lance slowly released it and stared down at me. I could see him considering what he would tell me and what he had no interest in sharing. “It’s complicated.”
“And you can’t say anything more about it,” I offered.
He tapped the tip of my nose with his index finger. “Exactly.”
“So twenty years down the road, if we’re still here you’ll still keep this stuff from me?”
“I have no intention of being here twenty years down the road.”
Instead of his comment reassuring me, it brought about a slew of questions. If he had no intention of being there, what would happen to me? If I couldn’t leave the compound and he couldn’t take me anywhere with him, would they eventually sell me? Kill me?
“Don’t go down that path Gwen,” he said, as if reading my mind. I hated how he could tell what I was thinking even when I was trying to figure it out myself.
Cocking my head to the side I eyed him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean the only thing you should be focusing on is the present. Thinking about the future will drive you insane.”
