Trust

by Terry Towers

  Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs, I tugged them down. With a little effort he kicked them off and settled between my legs, his exposed member pressing between my legs. I longed to wrap my legs around his waist and pull him as tight as possible, but my effort was rewarded with a jolt of pain, overriding the pleasure.

  “I told you I’ll do all the work,” he murmured, pulling his lips from mine.

  “Mmmm. It’s so hard,” I groaned. Slipping a hand between us I grasped his cock in my hand and began stroking him. “It’s like I can’t have you close enough to me.”

  “If you weren’t injured I’d make you regret those words.” His head dipped and he kissed his way along my collarbone and down between my breasts.

  “Make me regret them now.” A pebble of cum formed at the tip of his cock and I spread it along the tip, increasing the speed of my strokes. As his tongue flicked at my first nipple he began to rock in my hand, working with my strokes.

  “Don’t tempt me honey.”

  Little jolts of pleasure rushed through my body and I guided the head of his cock to my opening. Dammit, if he wasn’t going to take me, then I’d take what I needed myself. Circling my good leg around his waist, I spread myself wide for him and guided his shaft into me.

  I cried out as he nipped at my nipple as he slid into me. His cock stretched me to my limits, but his slow, gentle entry wasn’t enough. I wanted more, no, needed more. Releasing my first nipple he kissed his way across my chest to my second nipple, first circling it with his tongue until it was a perfect peak before sucking it in. He sucked so hard a short jolt of pain pulsed through my breast, but the pain quickly became pleasure and I arched my back urging him to continue.

  He lifted his head from my breast to kiss my lips as he began to move in me, so slowly, excruciatingly slow, he was going to drive me insane with need. My hands slid to his hard, muscular ass and my fingers nails dug into the flesh, urging him to move faster, harder.

  “You’re making it hard for me to be gentle with you,” he chastised.

  “I never asked you to be gentle.”

  He chuckled, catching my gaze. “It took me twenty minutes to stitch you up, I don’t look forward to doing that again because you want me to fuck you like we were in a porno. Keep up your complaining and I won’t let you come for hours.” Despite his words, I could see the strain in his expression and eyes. Taking me slow was as hard for him as it was for me, maybe even more.

  “Mmmm. Tyrant.” I murmured and then cried out as he thrust into me hard, hitting just the right spot to send my head spinning.

  “God, I love how good you feel. So perfect. Like you were made for me, baby.”

  I couldn’t respond, I was beginning to feel lightheaded as the intensity and pleasure of his lovemaking increased. My pussy trembled around his thrusting cock, my stomach tightening into a ball of anticipation.

  “Open your eyes, I want you looking at me when you come.”

  I forced my eyes open and stared up at him. Gazing up and into his eyes it was like I was looking into his soul; everything he was and would be was laid plain before my eyes. I saw his need, his sorrow, his love. The emotions were so raw it brought tears to my eyes.

  My hands slid to his back and ignoring the pain in my leg, I began to move under him, with him. Our bodies rocked together – as one, giving and receiving pleasure. My lips parted as my moans became louder, more frequent. Despite his statement that he was going to take it slow, I could see the beast inside was taking over as his thrusts became more demanding, plunging into me to the brink and then pulling back again.

  “Hold on and come with me sweetheart.”

  “I can’t hold on much longer,” I admitted, between gasps and moans. It was a great effort to keep my gaze firmly on his and not close my eyes and just feel. “So hard. So good.”

  “God, you too honey. You’re so wet and warm. My cock can’t get enough of your tight pussy.”

  “Mmm, yes.” My fingernails dug deep into his back, making deep crescent shapes in his back, nearly breaching the skin. Ignoring the pain in my leg, I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his thighs as I moved with him, forcing him to take me harder and faster. The action seemed to trigger something in him and he seemed to snap; all restraint and tension left his body as he sat back on his heels, pulling me with him until my bottom was suspended in the air and began to slam into me.

  My eyes left his and I watched as his cock coated with my juices slid frantically in and out from me. Seeing our bodies uniting was such a fucking erotic sight that my eyes became fixated with the motion.

  Grabbing my hand he brought it to my pussy. “Play with yourself while I fuck you,” he ordered, not a hint of affection in his voice, just pure lust.

  My fingers barely grazed my swollen nub when I screamed out and went spiralling over the edge. My entire body writhed on the mattress as a wave of pleasure so intense it left me breathless washed over me. But Lance wasn’t about to finish yet, he continued to pound into me, his balls slapping against my ass making a soft smacking sound with each thrust. My juices slid from me and down my ass as he hammered into me.

  “God, oh Lance. I can’t –”

  The tension within me began to build again. I didn’t think I could take another minute of this sweet torture. The tension in my body and coil in my stomach was beginning to hurt; how could something so good hurt so bad I had no idea, but at the same time I couldn’t stop until I felt him filling me.

  His fingers slipped between my wet folds and began working my clit, pinching and rolling it between my fingers. “Come with me Gwen.” It wasn’t a question, but a demand.

  I lifted my eyes just as he thrust into me a final time, so hard and fast it moved my body up the mattress a couple of inches. With a loud groan he released. The feel of his cock pulsing and releasing a gush of his warm cum sent me into bliss with him, my pussy clenching around his shaft, milking it for every drop. My cry mixed with his groan in a symphony of pleasure. He gave a couple more short and quick thrusts into my awaiting pussy before groaning a last time and lowering his body over mine and claiming my lips.

  I clung to him as if my life depended on it. This moment was one of the most incredible moments of my life.

  “Gwen! Gwen! Are you okay?” Becca’s voice called out, followed by her pounding on our motel room door.

  Lance pulled his lips from mine and chuckled. “I told you, you were loud in bed.” He reluctantly slid himself from my core and stood. Not bothering to slip on his boxers he went to the door and flung it open to reveal a frantic Becca. “What can we help you with Becca?” Lance asked, his tone teasing.

  “Gwen, are you o–” Her eyes widened as she caught sight of Lance’s naked body before her. “Oh. Shit. I.” She took a couple of steps back. Her eyes focused on my naked and flushed body. “Oh you two. Shit. I’m so used to…” She pointed to the left. “I’m going to go back to my room now.”

  She didn’t wait for a response, but spun on her heel and rushed off.

  “See, you’re loud.” Lance slammed the door and turned to face me, his grin wide with self-satisfaction. He made his way across the room and back to me, using long, powerful strides. “If you’d let me make love to you like I intended, nice and easy we wouldn’t have scared Becca half to death with worry.” His smile faded as he looked down at my leg. “Fuck.”

  It wasn’t until I followed his gaze down to my leg that I remembered I was injured. The throbbing immediately came back with a vengeance and I grimaced through the pain. “I’m sorry. Kinda forgot about my leg.”

  He wagged his finger at me before turning and grabbing his duffle bag. “Next time I’m tying you up.” Opening the duffle bag he grabbed some clean bandages. “Disobedient little wife,” he grumbled under his breath, causing me to laugh despite the stinging pain in my leg.

  “Before I redo your leg, I have something for you.”

  I grinned. “Don’t suppose it’s another S
ubway sandwich, because that would really hit the spot right now.”

  Laughing, Lance shook his head. “That can be arranged, but not this time.” Pulling a velvet-covered jewelry box from his duffle he sat next to me on the bed and passed it to me. “We can get new ones if you don’t like them.”

  “All right.” I wasn’t sure why, but my hands shook ever so lightly as I flipped open the box to reveal two platinum wedding bands. It struck me as if a blow to the chest just seeing them. Up until this point everything from being captured to falling for Lance to escaping seemed so surreal, like it was a nightmare/dream, but it struck me now – this was for real. “Really?”

  “Well, considering we’re married it wouldn’t look right if we weren’t wearing the bands.”

  A small part of me was disappointed; I’d always hoped for the romance. But then again, this was a different life and considering the situation I could hardly ask for more than what he could do. We were running for our lives, romance was hardly a priority.

  “You don’t like them?” I looked up into his concerned eyes and felt like a royal shit for feeling so selfish. He saved my life, saved the lives of the women I’d considered sisters even though it put his whole plan in jeopardy. I knew I was being petty.

  “They’re beautiful.” I looked down at the rings again and fingered the woman’s band – my band. “This whole month has been so hard to process. It’s like overload. You know?”

  Lance nodded. “I understand.” He took the box from me and removed the female band. Taking my hand in his he waited for my nod of approval before slipping the wedding band onto my ring finger. Following his lead, grabbing the male band, I took his hand and slipped it on. We laced our hands together and for a moment I found myself hypnotized by the way the metal of our bands shone under the dim motel room lighting.

  Exchanging the rings seemed to drive it home for me. He was mine as much as I was his. Looking back up and into his eyes, I was shocked to see this was one of those rare occurrences when I was allowed in. He needed me just as much as I needed him – maybe even more so. The demons he was battling within were far above and beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

  Chapter 25

  “Girl, I imagined a million ways of getting out of that place, but one of them wasn’t because The Boss’s son fell in love with the virgin cheerleader and blew up the place to save her,” Becca said, leaning against the hood of the older model car Lance had bought for cash for her the previous day.

  Cleaned up, in new clothes and with a splash of make-up on Becca looked just like I imagined she would – like a supermodel, with long legs, slender frame and high cheekbones. She could easily grace the cover of any magazine, it was no wonder they abducted her, she was stunning. Lance had said they usually picked the ones they thought were special, and Becca was certainly that, both in her beauty and spirit.

  I laughed. That wasn’t exactly how it went down, but Lance cautioned me from saying anything about the specifics – just in case they went after Becca and forced her to talk. There was a good chance they would leave her alone, but he said we couldn’t be too sure and I believed him, it wasn’t just my life I had to worry about but his and my parents’ safety as well.

  “Wish we could keep in touch.” Becca frowned as our gazes locked. Tears formed in both of our eyes.

  “Me too.” Saying goodbye to Becca felt like I was saying goodbye to yet another family member. “It feels like I’m saying goodbye to my second sister. Only you understand what I went through, even Lance doesn’t fully understand.”

  Becca looked over my shoulder to see Lance leaning against the hood of a car with Ontario licence plates. He didn’t tell me how he got it and I never asked, there would be plenty of time to find out once we were on the road headed for home…

  “You’re lucky to have him to take care of you. I hated him for hurting you, but now that I know the truth… He’s a good man, I can only hope I find someone one day who would sacrifice his life to save mine. It’s a rare thing, girl.”

  I followed her gaze and studied him. He’d told me numerous times that my life would never be the same again, but one day I could be happy once more. I could see that now. I could see the potential for a future, a happy future.

  “Maybe you can come with?”

  Becca laughed. “I was never one to be a third wheel and considering the car has Canadian licence plates I assume you all are heading to Canada. I’m more of a southern girl, not much for the cold. And I have unfinished business. It’s time to go home.”

  ~*~*~*~*~

  Lance

  I’d never seen someone study so hard in my life. By the time we were coming onto the border that separated Niagara Falls, New York from Ontario, I had no doubt Gwen had every word memorized that was in her new identity file, and mine as well.

  “Come on, you got to learn my birthdate Lance. How can a man marry a woman without knowing when her birthday is?”

  “Virtually every married man on the face of the earth.”

  “Oh please. My father knows my mother’s birthday.”

  “I doubt that. I suspect the only way he remembers is because a week or maybe a month before the birthday she starts leaving hints. It’s what women do. That’s the man’s heads up that, oh shit, either our anniversary or her birthday is coming.”

  “Shut up.” She laughed, swatting my shoulder with the folder. “We’re newlyweds, you need to know this!” I feigned pain as though she had severely injured me, and she rolled her eyes at me.

  This felt good. Better than I could have imagined. Normal. Even before I entered my father’s world I’d never had a normal relationship. She’d asked me why it was so easy for me to turn off my emotions and not feel; if I were to be completely honest with myself it wasn’t hard at all. I’d spent a good chunk of my life feeling hollow and alone.

  Growing up I had more than my fair share of women, but I never felt a connection with any of them, and certainly didn’t feel the affection and sense of devotion toward them that I felt for Gwen. I’d never felt the need to protect them at any and all costs, sacrificing myself if needed. I’d never needed their affection in return. With the exception of my mother, all of my relationships had been empty voids, devoid of emotion. I’d never actually been in love before.

  “They’re not going to go into such detail sweetheart. We’re going to pull up to the window, they’re going to ask where we were and what we’re bringing back. We’re going to tell them, most likely pay some duty and off we go. Nice and easy.”

  “Does it hurt to be prepared?”

  “No. You’re right. But we have everything.”

  “What if they recognize me at the border? My picture has been on TV like mad.”

  “Won’t matter, you have plenty of legitimate identification that proves you’re indeed Lillian Louise Walters, even if they see the similarities they’ll chalk it up to you just looking like her. Plus you’ve lost a fair amount of weight so your face looks quite a bit different than the photos being posted.”

  She frowned, pulling down the visor and examining herself. “Yeah, I look like a crack whore.”

  I took her hand and gave it a squeeze; I hated seeing a frown on her face. From this day forward all I ever wanted to see was smiles on her lips and happiness in her eyes. I’d do anything to make that happen. Some might say I was redirecting my obsession with ruining the organization to one of bringing her happiness. Well, fuck them. There are worse things than having a husband who would do anything in his power to make his wife happy. Her hurt over not being able to go back to her parents nagged at me. It made me feel like a monster for keeping her away, even if it was for her own good.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Jolted from my thoughts, I glanced over and met her concerned gaze. “I’m fine. Thinking.”

  “Oh.” Pulling her stare from mine she went back to studying the files.

  We remained silent until we got to the border and took our place in line behind dozens
of cars trying to cross. Her body tensed in the seat as she looked out the windshield.

  “It’s okay.” I knew it was fine, the documents were as legit as they come. We even had tax numbers and a tax history. Acquiring the necessary documents wasn’t easy, especially for the two of us and on extremely short notice without anyone from the organization realizing, but with enough money and the right contacts anything is and was possible.

  To my relief our customs officer was a female in her mid-twenties. The stars were aligned. She proceeded to ask the routine questions, keeping her eyes glued to me. I gave her the smile I gave women I intended on seducing and it worked like a charm. Always did, one of the benefits to being blessed with good looks and charisma – I’m not gloating mind you, but simply stating a fact.

  When she asked why we had been in the USA I explained we were on our honeymoon, to which she proceeded to congratulate us and tell Gwen aka Lillian that she was a lucky woman. I corrected her saying I was the lucky one, which got a blush from Gwen and a giggle from the customs officer.

  With the brief interrogation over we were waved through. We were now officially Canadians.

  “Told ya.”

  “Ohmygod, Flirt much?”

  A wide grin crept onto my lips as I looked over at her glaring at me, although I noticed the speck of humor in her blue eyes. “It worked didn’t it?”

  She groaned in exasperation. “You’re not going to be one of those flirty fake husbands that I’m going to need to keep my eye on are ya?”

  I chuckled and shook my head. I didn’t like that she added the term “fake” to the sentence though. She was teasing of course, but there was an air of truth to it. We hadn’t done this right and she deserved it done right. My mind flashed back to when we first met and she had said she’d hoped for romance and the fairy tale first time, and proposal and marriage and all that went with it. Sure, it was a fairy tale, hence the term, but she deserved so much more than a piece of paper telling her she was married and a back littered with scars reminding her of the first time we made love. She deserved the story.