All I felt was an overwhelming amount of pressure, like my body wanted to expel what he forced into it. He was stretching me, pushing in despite my attempts to shove him out. I was full of him. My garbled screams only seemed to encourage him. He pulled my hands off him, slamming them back down above my head.
Sex didn’t go anything like it did on television. I knew, though, rape wasn’t sex. It was about power, and he was asserting himself. Like a fucking animal that was only operating off a primal instinct.
He kept pulling out, just to thrust harder every time he entered me. Not once did he let up. The tears eventually stopped; my inner turmoil raged on. The way he made me his was brutal. It was harsh. And I didn’t understand why I wanted it so much before the pain gradually ebbed away.
Through the entire ordeal, he never stopped kissing and stroking my skin. When I thought the worst of it was over, I quickly found out I couldn’t have been more wrong.
“Turn over,” he commanded, pulling out and flipping me onto my stomach before I could object. Lifting my hips, he entered me again without preamble. Gripping the bed sheets, I couldn’t stop the whimpers and moans from pouring out of my mouth.
If I thought what he was doing before was brutal, this was almost torture. I could feel the skin on my hips tearing from the way he dug into my flesh. When he finally let go, it was to grab my throat and force my head back.
He kept his gaze locked with mine, pressing a chaste kiss to my forehead in the midst of cutting off my airflow. It didn’t hurt at first; I could still breathe. Then he started thrusting harder, cutting off my screams by tightening his grip.
I thought I was going to die. His phone chirping again wound up being my saving grace.
Now it was painful; he was effectively making me struggle to breathe. By this point, I should have been terrified, but for whatever reason, I wasn’t.
He picked his pace up, tightening his hold and causing my vision to fill with black dots. I held onto the sheets, unable to do anything but accept everything he dished out.
Just when I thought my lungs would cave, and my vision became obscured by tears streaming down my face, he let go. I gasped in mouthfuls of air, sending myself into a coughing episode. With a small, almost inaudible grunt, Mason buried himself to the hilt and stilled, causing me to lose balance and land on my stomach.
“You’re perfect.” His soft lips landed on my spine, and confusion swarmed me like ants racing for a breadcrumb. What he just did was wrong. Wasn’t it? My body felt like it had just been put through a spin cycle. I was still trying to catch my breath, and he was still inside me, kissing up my back.
If it was so wrong, though, why did his words warm me from the inside out?
Chapter Twelve
I had expected him to leave.
Instead, I got carried to the shower and had another first added to my list. The warm water was bliss on my skin. I tried to ignore him, focusing on the bruises he left behind, but that was easier said than done.
His gentle touches returned as he washed me off like I was a piece of glass. I wanted to look at him, but I didn’t want him to see me. He was beautiful, and I was nothing. I was the girl who wanted to be held by the man that had just ruined her.
He didn’t ruin you. He took a piece of you and replaced it with a piece of himself.
It was wrong; it was fucked up. Instead of standing in his fancy shower, letting him run his hands over my sore body, I should have been fighting to get away. I knew that, yet I wasn’t. Things had always been this way. The hardest battle I ever had to fight was against myself. My mind was the strongest prison I had yet to escape.
The cellular phone continued to chirp every few minutes. Figuring it was important, I forced myself to break the ice, desperately wanting to focus on something other than how I felt, and what had just happened between us.
“Are you going to get that?” Ugh. Cringing at the sound of my hoarse voice, I regretted saying anything.
“I’m with you right now.” He gripped my shoulders, slowly turning me around, bringing us chest to chest. “You didn’t come, and that’s unacceptable.”
With no response for that in my repertoire, I looked up at him through wet lashes.
“Why are you doing this?” I barely whispered, feeling pathetically weak and confused, more so than ever before.
“I had to save you.” He brushed strands of wet my hair from face. “We’re going to be perfect together,” he smiled, showing every one of his perfect, straight white teeth. He backed me up until my back hit the cool tiled wall.
“I want you to focus on me. I want you to feel everything I do to you. There is no one else here. It’s just you and me.”
I blinked, watching him go down on his knees. I should have kneed him in the face and ran like hell. That’s what the other girls did; but I was nothing like other girls.
Did he hurt me on purpose, just to make me feel special?
Looking up at me, he placed his hands on my thighs and gently pulled my legs apart. Watching him with more than a little curiosity, I wasn’t ready for what came next. He began kissing the inside of my thighs, teasing my labia with the tips of his fingers.
He painted invisible patterns into my skin. Squeezing my eyes shut, I leaned my head back and stared up at the ceiling. When he sunk his teeth into me, they flew back open. The calm, turned on state he’d just lulled my body into vanished.
“Stop!” I screamed, grabbing hold of his hair to pull him away. He laughed at me, gripping my legs impossibly tighter. When he detached his mouth, his teeth marks were left behind, imprinted on the swollen skin.
He looked at me with a gleam in his eye, burying his face between my legs, using his tongue like he had his cock.
“Mason,” I squeaked, grabbing onto his shoulders to keep my balance. He made a sound in the back of his throat, pressing his thumb against my clit.
I felt pressure rising in my lower stomach; a warmth began to flow through my body.
His tongue plunged in and out of me, sometimes fast, sometimes languid and slow. When my legs began to tremble, he grabbed my butt to hold me up. My breath caught as I writhed against the wall. His intense gaze made everything I felt amplify to the next level.
I let go of his shoulders, grabbing the back of his head when the warmth and slow rising pressure exploded into an intense, heated pleasure that seemed to rush through my veins. I came, staring him in the eyes, holding onto him as if my life depended on it.
My very first orgasm came from the man who stole me in the middle of the night and unknowingly saved my life. The man who was going to change everything about me, and how I saw myself.
He rose back up and pulled me into his arms, supporting my dead weight and holding me close for an elongated amount of time.
I wasn’t sure how to feel. My head was a mess. All I knew was that this was better than dying alone.
Chapter Thirteen
I had fifteen text messages all saying the same thing.
Ginger got out of the barn.
Someone had doubly fucked up. Not only did they mess up locking the stall, they didn’t lock the barn door correctly, either. It had to have been done on purpose. No one was that much of an idiot, and everyone who worked for me knew what happened when I had to waste my time cleaning up their messes.
I kept my car’s beams on low, slowly driving in the opposite direction of my house. My mind kept drifting to the beautiful woman I left sleeping in bed. I should have left the first time I got the message, but being the boss gave me the benefit of doing whatever the hell I wanted.
Besides, I couldn’t just leave. The look on Katie’s face when I went to lock the door tugged at something inside me that was rarely ever moved. I rolled my lips, still tasting her on my tongue.
I could still hear her little breaths and moans as I gently took her from behind. It would have been pushing it to fuck her as I wanted on her first night home. We had all the time in the world for that.
Her bit
ch of a mother would be nothing but a memory from this point forward. I’d make sure of that. Things would all start coming together soon enough.
Glancing at the dash, I sighed, shaking my head. It was almost two in the morning. Sleep wasn’t what I was worried about; insomnia was a close friend of mine. But I had better things to do than hunt down an escapee.
Ginger had been loose for well over an hour, but I doubted she had made it out of the area. There was nothing around but forest and flat acreage.
This was a sign that I needed to re-evaluate the men that worked for me. Seeing movement up ahead, I slowed even more, barely letting the car cruise forward.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Did anyone even look for her?
She was limping up the middle of the damn street, plain as day. Cutting my lights off, so I didn’t scare her into the trees, I tapped the gas until I was close enough that she heard the engine.
The second she looked over her shoulder, I pushed the pedal to the floor. She tried to run, but unfortunately for her, the Audi was faster. The chase was over before it started.
Her upper body contoured to the hood as I carried her forward. When I hit the brakes, her head smacked off the windshield a second before her body projected, leaving behind a decent sized crack.
I kept my foot on the brake, waiting to see if she was going to get back up. When she just lay there like the world was ending, I put the car in park, flipped my low beams back on, and got out.
Shoving my hands into the pockets of my slacks, I walked up and assessed the damage. Her right leg was broken, the bone sticking out at a fascinating angle.
Her left elbow had a good portion of skin missing, and she more than likely had some broken ribs.
Aside from that, was she in decent shape, unless she had internal bleeding. She lay there, sobbing into the pavement, refusing to look at me. It was a bit irritating.
Wasn’t this little accident her fault for running down the middle of the road? Or was it mine for hitting the gas and running her over? I’m going to say it was her fault. Who the hell runs down the center of the street?
“So, did you learn some valuable lessons from this failed escape of yours?” I nudged her exposed bone with my shoe, smirking when she screamed in pain. It was pathetically dull in comparison to Katie’s. I could listen to her scream all day.
The major difference between them was the fear element. It wasn’t my goal to scare Katie. The only place I wanted to intimidate her was the bedroom. I only wanted to hurt her when my dick was inside her, and my hand was wrapped around her throat.
Of course, I had to bring her up to speed on the other aspects of our new life. But, discipline so she became the woman she was meant to be, and causing her pain for the fuck of it were two very different things. When I was done with her, she wouldn’t be so goddamn timid. She would be a goddess.
Walking back to the Audi, I reached inside and popped the trunk. Without dicking around, I walked up to Ginger and grabbed her by the hair. The sound that left her mouth reminded me of a pig going to slaughter.
Rolling her so the hurt leg was guaranteed to make contact with the ground, I began dragging her back towards the car.
If I listened close enough, ignoring her screeches of pain, I could hear the broken bone grating against the pavement.
Reaching the Audi, I hoisted her up, dropped her in the trunk, and slammed the lid down, silencing her high-pitched screams. Every car I drove had layers of industrial plastic in the trunk for this very reason.
“You never know when you’re going to have to transport a body.” My father taught me that. It was some of the best advice he ever gave me. I could’ve used some more of it right about then.
Climbing back into the car, I did a sharp U-turn and headed back towards my house. I’d locked Ginger in the barn so the house would be empty when I brought Katie home.
My cousin gave me the redhead almost exactly a week ago; now was the perfect time to get rid of her. I didn’t need anyone else, now.
Katie was my priority. I wanted her homecoming to go as smooth as possible. It was a little too late for that, though. Because of this little mishap, I was already re-planning things in my head.
We were supposed to have a simple dinner, talk, and then fuck. I knew she had questions and didn’t know how to voice them. And after watching her the past three years, I knew her sleep schedule fluctuated, which is why I spiked the water I gave her.
I needed to get rid of the woman in the trunk as soon as possible, so I could be back before Katie woke up. I didn’t have time to dismember Ginger and sort through the pieces.
Hitting the brakes, I did another U-turn, heading back in the opposite direction. The salvage yard was the perfect place to kill two birds with one stone.
It would take me forty-five minutes to drop the Audi’s engine and drain the fluids. Then I could crush the car with Ginger inside it.
If I moved quick enough, I could even swing by the new D&D and grab Katie a muffin.
Chapter Fourteen
I’d been awake for the last three hours.
It was a little past ten in the morning. I knew that wasn’t late per se, but it was the longest I’d slept in years. My sore body more than likely contributed to that.
Everything hurt, from my puffy eyes to between my bruised legs. I wanted to lift the silk sheet off me and examine myself, but that required movement, and I just wanted to lay still.
Of all the emotions I should feel, oddly enough, betrayal was at the forefront. Was it wrong to have faith in strangers? Maybe I was just too naïve when it came to dealing with men.
He was nice to you. No one pays you any attention; you finally exist to someone other than your bitch of a mother.
“Don’t talk about her like that,” I mumbled, guilt setting in as I thought about my mom for the first time since everything transpired. She had to know I was missing by now.
Footsteps in the hall drew my attention over to the doors. One swung open, and Mason walked in, carrying a silver tray in his hands.
“Permanecer,” he said, looking over his shoulder. I peered pasthim to see three large black dogs promptly sit down on their hunches. Where had those come from?
“Good morning.” He gave me a full dimpled smile, setting the tray on the nightstand. Watching him walk across the room, I couldn’t help but marvel. He was back in a flawless three-piece suit, sans tie, looking just as good as he had the night before.
He pulled the drapes open before coming to sit on the edge of the bed. I had to shield my eyes for a second as they adjusted to the bright sunlight pouring into the room.
“Sit up. I brought breakfast.” He gestured to the tray, reaching for it in the process.
See, he’s thoughtful.
There was a monkey muffin in the center of a round dish. A glass of milk was on one side, and a single white rose was on the other.
Were the roses from him?
“How did you know I liked these?” I asked, sitting up so he could place the tray on my lap, keeping the sheet wrapped around my chest.
“I know you,” he shrugged. Shrugged, like it was no big deal he knew what kind of muffins my father used to bring me after being gone for days at a time.
“How do you know my father?” I tried a new approach. Did he know where he went?
“That’s not important. Eat the muffin.” He nudged the plate towards me. I glanced at the large dogs watching us from the hall, then back at him, shaking my head.
“I can’t.”
“You can’t?”
Eat the fucking muffin.
“I can’t,” I snapped, glaring at the plate. My gaze went right back to Mason’s when I realized I’d spoken to myself out loud again. He stood from the bed without another word, walked to the door and pushed it shut.
“Katie,” he sighed, turning back around. Does he think I’m weird now? I tried my best not to squirm under his watchful eye. He had done a nice thing, and I ruined it. The be
d dipped beneath his weight when he sat back down.
“You’re going to eat this.” He moved the tray from my lap back to the nightstand, grabbing the muffin and holding it between us.
“I’m going to have my dick and my tongue in your ass, mouth, and pussy every day. Eating a muffin in front of me shouldn’t be an issue.” He broke a chunk loaded with coconut and chocolate chip right off the top.
If I could see my face, I knew it would be crimson.
His vulgarity didn’t surprise me. The way he spoke to me was embarrassingly arousing, and called forth images I shouldn’t have dared think about.
I opened my mouth, closing it around the delicious bite of banana flavored muffin. We sat like that for a good few minutes. He’d break a piece off, and then feed it to me. As I watched him watch me, question after question swirled through my head.
Mason was an enigma to me. I didn’t know anything about him, yet I knew what his body felt like. His skin was soft and warm, his chest solid and smooth, and his cock was thick and long. He wore suits, he was devastatingly handsome, and after he had hurt me, he made me feel good.
On the surface, he was the kind of man I daydreamed about. Beneath that were layers and pieces I couldn’t begin putting together. Why would a man like him take a sudden interest in a girl like me?
Why are you doing this? You want him; let him do whatever he wants to you. Stop trying to ruin this.
“Why did you kidnap me?” I finally asked him, causing him to pause in the middle of pulling another chunk of muffin off.
“Did I force you to get in the car?” He quirked a dark brow, leaning back on his elbow.
“Well, no. But–”
“I didn’t kidnap you, Katie-Kat. I gave you a chance to say no. You came with me out of your free will.”
“You said you were taking me home.”
“This is your home.”
We stared at one another. He looked amused; I was frustrated. If this wasn’t kidnapping, what was it?
“You held a dope rag over my face to knock me out. What was that, then?”
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