by DD Prince
Mine. This was mine. Every inch of her. I had her. I had her submission and when I needed it, I got to subdue her, too. She knew when I needed either. Right now, I needed absolute surrender.
“Tommy,” she pleaded.
The sweetest fucking sound.
Yes. Surrender and this. Pleading for what only I could give her. I kept tasting her and she wiggled her ass against my face. I licked from her sweet cunt to that tight hole that was only mine, as no one had been there but me. All of her was mine now, but that part of her had never been touched by another soul.
“Who do you belong to?” I demanded, my voice guttural. I opened her ass cheeks and tickled with my tongue.
I squeezed the flesh of her ass with bruising strength at her lack of an answer.
“You. Forever you.” There was pain in her voice, but there was also arousal.
Fuck. She was perfect. Her skin was salty and sweet, like pineapple and also like a tequila shot’s aftertaste. She tasted like the best forbidden fruit and I was drunk on it. I fisted my cock and moved up her body, lining it up with that sweet, tight pink hole.
“I’d ask rough or sweet, baby girl, but I think we both know the answer you’d give.”
She nodded.
Tia
His fingers gripped harder. His tongue flicked my earlobe, and I felt his thick cock slide deep.
I felt it deep inside me. Not just his cock. Him. He was marrow-deep.
“Mine. You’re mine, Tia. No one ever fucking takes you. No one.”
“No one,” I agreed, shaking my head, working sand off my tongue with my lips. I wiped my mouth, but then he grabbed my wrist and shoved it into the sand. Roughly. It would leave a bruise, I was pretty certain. I had sand everywhere. My mouth, my nipples, and suspected I’d have it everywhere by the time we were done here.
“Never again.”
“Never.”
“God, I love you so much. So fucking much, baby girl.”
He thrust deep inside me.
Bliss. Bliss straight through me.
I’d often said it was a fantasy of mine to have sex on a beach, but it’s really not all it’s cracked up to be. First, there’s the sand. It gets … everywhere. E-v-e-r-y where!
I had it in my butt, in my vajayjay, everywhere. Even kissing, sand got into our mouths. Bugs, too.
But that release of frustration helped us both that day, I think. It was more of a game than the time before. I made it a game when it was about me and played a little dirtier when I meant for it to help him through something.
When he pulled me to my feet, he walked me back inside, holding my hand, and shoved his phone and his keys into his pocket. He locked the door and led me out.
I didn’t say a thing, just followed along.
We took a long walk. The walk was almost two hours. It was a quiet one, but it needed to be. Words weren’t necessary, because I think we both knew what the other was feeling.
Later in bed, I looked at him and decided I needed to give him more insight to my feelings.
“Tommy?”
“Hm?” He sounded sleepy. But I had to get this out.
“They used to have this pet bird at the foster home I was at before Rose and Cal’s. Its’ wings were clipped so it wasn’t supposed to be able to fly away, but sometimes it still could fly pretty good and once, it almost flew outside. So, Amy, my foster mom, she got extra protective. She loved that bird so much. It used to talk. Said all sorts of cute stuff. Tell her he loved her. Adorable. Anyway, it used to squawk when the cage door got closed. Amy would close it when it was summer because she worried he’d fly out. Even though his wings were clipped, she didn’t want to lose him, so she was very paranoid.
But when you kept the cage door closed, he’d squawk all day long.
If the door was open, he didn’t fly anywhere near the front door. And if he flew somewhere in the house, she’d make a kissing noise and he’d fly right to her so chances were, if he got out by mistake, he’d just fly back.
Anyway, he liked to sit on top of the cage or sit on the side of the cage sideways. He didn’t need to be out of the cage all the time; sometimes he was in the cage and completely content. He just liked the door to be open so he had choices.”
I stopped talking.
He said nothing. For a good long minute, it was just silence, and I wondered if he’d been listening at all.
“Tommy?”
“Point taken, baby,” he said gruffly.
I kissed him.
Homeward Bound
Tia
Tommy hadn’t really opened up, but said we may be going back, at least for a while, so that he could help out more. Dario and he had been working together remotely but I knew Tommy was itchy, itchy to get things over with and itchy to be doing something more.
We had more wooden patio furniture out back and he was also working on an old canoe. He was taking a plain canoe and refinishing it and adding some gorgeous carvings into it, very much like the tribal ink pattern on his arm.
He tried to spend more time with me. He was trying, but something was weighing on him. Finally, he gave me some insight. We were in bed and cuddling after some sweet and leisurely lovemaking.
“I found out something,” he said.
“What?”
“Pop was deep into a sex slavery ring.”
I waited.
“You’re not shocked.”
“Why would I be shocked? You threatened to send me to be pimped out in Thailand or Mexico.”
He looked green around the gills.
“When I said that, I knew he knew people. I’d met a few of them. But, first: I’d never have done it. Even if I’d known he was involved. Second: I thought we just knew a couple people. Didn’t know he was one of those people himself.”
I still wasn’t surprised. That was, I wasn’t surprised until the next sentence came out of his mouth.
“Lisa came to Pop from a sex slavery ring.”
Well, that did it… stunned me. Speechless.
“We’re still fact-finding, but he was heavily involved in human trafficking where they keep women in some sex resort to cater to every fetish. She was taken and trained and became an asset that he turned into a wife. Not long after he put out a hit on Stacia, his third wife.”
“Oh my God.”
Tommy wasn’t saying much about it, said he and his brother had to figure out what to do about the news, but said that he and Dario were now part owners in that same human trafficking business and getting out of it might prove tricky. The men who owned a business like that didn’t tend to look favorably on someone simply resigning with all that knowledge of their secrets. Dario was on a fact-finding mission, apparently, and this left Tommy unsettled.
He told me this had been stressing him out, said other stuff was happening too that’d been weighing on him. For him to actually admit to stress felt like a step in the right direction.
“What can I do?”
“You do good for me just by being you, baby girl. Keep at it. Keep all this under your hat for now. I’ve got more to tell you, big shit, but still figuring some of it out first. Okay? But, be patient with me. We’ve got a big mess on our hands.”
“Okay.”
I cuddled in and we watched television until we fell asleep. But, all evening long, my every interaction with Lisa flashed through my mind.
Was she happy Tom was gone? She didn’t seem happy. How could that be when he ‘owned’ her? You’d think she’d be relieved.
My mind was fucked up over the matter, wondering about what she’d been through.
***
A few hours later he was thrashing in bed again. I rolled off the bed and onto the floor before calling his name. I was out of reach.
“Sorry, baby. Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
“No. It’s okay. You were just thrashing.”
He went to the bathroom and then left the bedroom. I followed up to the roof where he was immediately beating his punch
ing bag.
“You wanna talk?”
Pow. Pow, pow. His jaw was clenched. He was hitting hard.
“No. Just wanna box. Go to bed, baby.”
A Few Days Later
Tommy
Dare should’ve been home by now. I would not rest easy until I knew he and his mail-order bride had gotten out of Thailand safely.
This situation was absolutely fucked. He had to go there, act like he was ready to pick up his new slave, and convince these dangerous men that he was a chip off the old block.
We had to figure out how to play it. I needed to go the fuck home and help him.
Each day here in Costa Rica it had become clearer. I was needed at home. I needed to see for myself that no one was ready to pounce and I needed to lighten the load for my brother who had been doing a great fucking job so far, but with this plot twist thrown in, he needed me.
Tia had talked me into sitting with her for a movie, and so I’d brought my laptop with me, telling her I was waiting to hear from home but to throw a movie on, thinking it’d be a distraction. It wasn’t. I was on edge.
“You not into this movie, baby?” she asked, eating popcorn. “What’s so exciting on that screen? You get sucked in by one of those candy games, too?”
I told her I was waiting to hear from my brother.
“Is everything okay?”
“No, it’s kind of messed.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
She’d asked me half a dozen times if I’d wanted to talk since my Pop’s funeral.
“Not sure you wanna be burdened with this kinda shit, baby girl.”
“Kay. If you change your mind…”
She looked disappointed. Again. Soon she’d stop asking if I wanted to talk. I’d lose something between me and her bit by bit if I remained closed off. And I didn’t wanna give up anything between her and me.
I needed to open up to her a bit more. It wasn’t fuckin’ easy. I’d never been one to talk about my feelings and now I had a wife and a fuckin’ shrink constantly asking me how I was feeling.
My phone’s text alert went off. Dare. Home. Relief flooded me.
I let out a big, cleansing breath.
“’Kay, he’s home. I can breathe now.”
“That bad?”
“Oh baby, you have no idea.” I shook my head.
“Talk to me,” she ordered.
I told her. I told her that my brother had come home with his new slave and this meant we weren’t just new owners, but deeply tied to a slavery ring. I told her it was going to be very fucking tricky, dangerous to get out of it. I let her know we’d have to go home soon so I could figure out how to help.
***
It was later that week and I was swimming laps on the rooftop deck.
As I was nearing the end, I spotted her in a lounge chair near the edge of the pool so I decided to cut my lap count short and maybe burn some calories with her instead. She’d been making all sorts of calorie-rich food for me and so I’d upped my workout game.
Tonight, we’d eaten out at a restaurant a short drive away and taken a walk. It’d made her happy. And the ‘happy wife, happy life’ adage was something I was finding to be very true.
I saw her toes real close to the edge of the pool so I broke the surface right there and caught her by the hips and pulled her in.
She complained about a wet nightie.
“I’d like to get something else all wet,” I told her, kissing her ear.
Not long later, she was naked and I was fucking her in the pool.
She was beautiful. And soaking wet. And she made me come really fast so I put her on deck and ate her pussy while she was on a lounge chair.
“I love you more than anything in this world,” she told me and whadaya know… I was hard again and moving to push inside her.
“Love you more, baby girl.” I kissed her and fucked her until we both came again.
***
Later, I was on the computer and she came in.
“Dare?” she asked.
“Zack. Why?”
“Is Dare “D” on your Skype?”
“Yeah, why?”
“He was buzzing you earlier. That’s why I came up to the pool.”
Zack pinged me again and I was reading his words. As they permeated, my fucking head was ready to explode.
“Something to drink?” Tia offered.
“Yeah, and make it a fucking double,” I bit off.
This can’t be right. What the fuck?
“What’s wrong?”
“Your foster sister Mia has been digging around, looking for you.”
“Oh?”
“She just bought a plane ticket to come here.”
“What?” Tia looked confused.
“Yeah. She leaves tomorrow.”
“Is it a coincidence?” she asked.
“She know anyone here that you know of?” I asked.
“Not that I know of,” Tia replied.
“She in the habit of traveling alone?” I asked.
“No. I don’t think she’s ever been anywhere, really.”
“Then it isn’t a coincidence. She’s been doing serious digging. And if your 17-18-year-old friend can find us, then we aren’t doing a very fucking good job at hiding. You got anything to tell me?”
How the fuck was this happening? Tia didn’t do something stupid, did she? No. She wouldn’t be that stupid. What about Lisa? Was Pop’s former sex slave widow pulling some shit?
“Like what?” Tia asked.
“Like have you told anyone where we are? Have you logged into social media? Have you done anything that might make it easy for Mia to find us?”
She went sheet-white.
Oh, for fuck sakes.
“Fuck, Tia. What the fuck?”
“I logged into Facebook. I didn’t even post. I was just playing that stupid candy game and I…”
“Fuck! How could you be so fucking stupid?”
She grabbed her hair at both sides of her head, looking mortified. “I was bored and…”
“You were bored? You were fucking bored? So it’s okay because you were bored that you put our lives in danger?”
This was an absolute clusterfuck of epic proportions.
If Tia’s little friend found us… who else was looking that could find us? I had the urge to grab her now, and flee.
“You don’t let me go anywhere and I didn’t think it would do anything. I didn’t post anything, I just connected the accounts and…” Was she really ready to start giving me attitude about this?
“You didn’t think. You didn’t fucking think. Fuck, Tia.”
The waterworks started with her and I didn’t have the fucking patience for it right now. “Out. I’ve gotta make some calls.”
“Tommy, I’m sorry.”
“Out. Fucking fuck!” I smashed my fist on the desk. She hurried out.
***
Tia was crying when I found her shortly after finishing emailing with Zack and I didn’t have it in me to be supportive at that moment. I stood over her in the bed and said, “Tomorrow morning you get up and you phone Mia and you call her off.”
She nodded at me, tears in her eyes.
“I need to do some serious fucking damage control, Tia. Thanks a fucking bunch.”
She’d covered her face, sobbing. I stormed out of the bedroom and went to the rooftop to beat the fuck out of the punching bag. And I didn’t sleep that night. I didn’t sleep because if a goddamn teenager could find us then so could my enemies and that meant that I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t feel safe, so I stayed up all night stressing about it.
***
The next morning after prepping from me and some more harsh words that she probably didn’t need to hear, she called Mia from a burner phone on hands-free and I listened.
“Hello?” the female voice answered.
“Mia? It’s Tia.” Tia sat on the sofa, hands fidgeting in her lap. She looked like she hadn’t slept much either.
“Tia? Holy shit. Tia?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Wow, Tia. Are you okay? Are you still in Costa Rica?”
“I’m fine. What’s new?”
“What’s new? You’ve been gone since grad and you ask what’s new? What the hell is new with you?”
“I’m, uh, on my honeymoon.”
“Your honeymoon.”
“Yes. I’m on my honeymoon and…”
“And you’re calling me out of the blue three hours before I’m supposed to leave to come to where you are? Right.”
She was full of skepticism.
“Right. I need you to not come to where I am, Mee.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m on my honeymoon.”
“Your honeymoon. Your honeymoon with Tommy Ferrano Jr., son of murdered businessman by the same name. You can’t see my air quotes around the word businessman, Tia, but I say that knowing that the businessman your new husband is was your ice cream hottie and that he has kidnapped you and is holding you against your will. We are going to get you out of this. Got me on hands-free? Your darling demonic husband there listening? Listen you sonofabitch, you let her go. I have connections, too, and we are going to get her out of there and your Italian mafia ass is gonna rot in jail.”
“Mia!” Tia shrieked. She looked at me, mortified.
“Tia, we are going to get you out of there. Ferrano? You listening? Let’s negotiate. I have leverage, believe me when I tell you I have fucking leverage.”
Fuck. Was this little bitch for real? Was I gonna have to order a hit for a teenager?
“Mia I am happily married. Happily. I’m on my freaking honeymoon. I don’t want you to rescue me. I am deliriously in love. What on earth? You’ve got the wrong end of the stick, Mee…”
“Tia, Beth heard Rose and Cal talking to the cops. We later found out your father is in jail. We know that you were kidnapped. We know a lot about the Ferrano family.”
“We? Who’s we?”
“Me, Beth, Ruby, Nick. We’ve been working together. Nick’s uncle works at an IT security and online forensics company and he’s been interning there. They’ve been watching for you.”
