by J. C. Cliff
Needless to say, I was never home much. I first met Grant in the County Hospital’s emergency room located here in the downtown area. I had been an unsupervised little hellion and wound up running with the wrong crowd. I’d had a nasty knife wound in my side, requiring a few stitches at the early age of fourteen. He just so happened to be the doctor on call that night, and for some reason I can’t explain, he took me under his wing and provided for me in ways I can never repay him for.
The wind whirring around the vehicle catches my attention as it howls. I peer out my window and can barely see the palmetto trees swaying through the downpour. Each time I see these same trees still standing strong decades later, they somehow bring me peace; maybe because they’re a piece of my home. These palmettos have survived many hurricanes, including Hugo, a Category Five, which caused over ten billion dollars’ worth of damage back in 1989.
I decide to go ahead and shut off the engine and wait for the storm to settle a little. I briefly close my eyes, slowly exhaling to steady my heartbeat before I turn my attention to the backseat passenger. This girl undoes me at every turn, and I’m not looking forward to the sparring match she’s going to put me through.
I turn around to find Julianna still sleeping under the blanket I laid over her hours ago. Her golden hair has spilled out over the soft cotton cover, but other than her hair, she’s stayed well hidden and quiet for the entire trip. My God, she looks so peaceful and angelic laying here. I really didn’t want to drug her, but I needed no complications during this escape. I couldn’t afford to have her freak out on me or cause a big struggle, and I couldn’t take a chance on whether she would come willingly, or try and get away by kicking and screaming.
Since she surprises me at every turn with her spontaneity, I wasn’t willing to take any risks. There’s no telling what goes on inside that pretty head of hers. I gave her just enough of a dose, wanting to time things perfectly so she would start coming around once we hit our destination, which should be anytime now.
I tilt my head to look out the side window. I can’t even see the dark sky above anymore. This storm has created a privacy screen, surrounding and secluding us from the outside world. The windows are tinted which only add to the intimacy of our seclusion. If it weren’t for the dire circumstances at hand, I would feel as if I’m encapsulated in a dry, safe, and cozy cocoon. The reality of the situation is, however, the longer we sit here, the more we become sitting ducks, and we are anything but safe.
I contemplate climbing in the back seat for a moment just so I can hold her while waiting out the storm. I’m itching to touch her. Why the hell not? I think to myself. Overwhelmed by desire, I crawl my large frame over the front seat and into the back, feeling like a five-year-old.
Laying down on the very edge of the backseat, alongside her body, I lift the soft blanket and her body heat emanates out from underneath it. I slip in behind her petite frame to spoon her, being careful to avoid touching her battered backside. I know the minute she rouses from her sleep I will have a whole new battle to contend with. The fact I treated her like shit the past couple of times I had to confront her won’t help my cause, but the biggest issue of all will be when she wakes and discovers she’ll still be a captive.
I let the negative thoughts go and refocus on how she feels in my arms. Her body feels like sin and her fragrance is intoxicating as I lean in closer, nuzzle my nose against her hair, and breathe in a subtle undertone of strawberries. Careful not to wake her, I shift her long, tousled waves of hair away from her neck and lean down to place a sweet, barely there kiss on her neck.
I shouldn’t have kissed her, because my hormones are now kicking into overdrive. As my body instinctively takes over, my mouth waters at the thought of tasting her. I gently begin trailing light, sensual, open-mouthed kisses along her ear and down the length of her neck. She tastes like heaven, and my breathing picks up. This woman does something unexplainable to me, stirring emotions deep within, emotions I haven’t let surface for at least eight years.
Continuing my kisses unhindered, Julianna starts moaning softly and arches her neck to the side, exposing more skin, allowing me more room to further my assault. The moment she murmurs, “Don’t stop,” blood rushes to my cock. I slide my hand under her top and down to her lower abdomen, skimming just under the waistband of her panties.
“Mmm,” she moans a little louder, and her ass pushes back against my bulge. She’s slowly rousing from her sleep as she mumbles, “That feels so good.”
“Does it now, baby?” My whisper comes out deep and gruff. “I’ve missed you.” Sliding my fingers under her panty line, I feel her delicate body shiver as I lightly caress above her pubic bone. “You are so damn beautiful. You want more?”
She moans again in agreement, turning her head toward me, searching for my lips. My cock begins throbbing with anticipation, and I haven’t even kissed her yet. Her eyes remain closed as I give her what she wants. Our lips come together gently at first, just like soft brush strokes on a clean canvas. I slip my tongue over her bottom lip, teasing her with my taste. She greedily replies by opening her mouth, and meets my tongue with her own. An immediate electrical discharge ignites between us, an explosive mixture of something real, raw, and soul-connecting. She suddenly takes over the kiss and strokes against my tongue in a heated tango.
Needing more, I slip my hand into her underwear and find her folds are soaking wet. I growl out my approval. “Fuck, baby, I gotta feel you on the inside.” She moans, giving me her consent as she pushes her hips against my fingers. “Spread your legs open for me.” She immediately complies, and my dick throbs as I easily slip two fingers in-between her drenched lips. Oh, hell, I’m climbing out of my skin, hot with need. As she glides her tongue over mine, I take some of her sweet juices, spread the wetness over her clit with my fingertips, and begin rubbing in firm, slow circles.
Her lips break away from mine, her husky whisper barely audible above the rain. “Oh, oh, God, that feels so good.” Her breath hitches and her hips start gently bucking against my fingers as I stroke her g-spot. “Oh, my God, please...don’t stop.” She’s so drunk on desire she’s making me dizzy.
“Never gonna stop, sweetheart.” My cock is aching, straining against the zipper of my jeans. I know she’s close, but I’ve got to have her. Fuck all that is sane. I don’t care we’re in public in the back seat of my SUV. I’ve been dying to slide into her, and feel the warmth of her depths. This will make it our first time; I want to know what it feels like to have her pussy encapsulate me, and dammit if I don’t want my cock to be the one to make her reach her orgasm, not my fingers.
Just as I’m making my move to pull my hand away from her pussy, a loud, thunderous clap booms out. It sounds as if an army tank just shot off a missile at close range, and it’s damn near deafening. Julianna immediately bolts upright, leaving all passion behind, and starts gasping for air as her panic-stricken eyes dart around. Well hell, isn’t this some seriously messed up timing. This had Murphy’s Law written all over it.
“What…where...” she whimpers, dazed and distressed. I notice her hands are beginning to shake from her startled confusion. Being as she’s still coming out of a drug-induced haze, I know she’s disoriented and perplexed, so I’m quick to calm her down. I know what she needs; we’ve been here many times before.
Bolstering my body weight onto my forearm, I cradle her cheek with the palm of my free hand. I place my thumb firmly over her lips to shush her, making sure she locks her gaze onto mine, and stare directly into her questioning blue eyes. “Shhh, baby, breathe.” I speak only loud enough to be heard over the pelting rain outside. “I’ve got you now; it’s just you and me.” Her eyes start shifting around again. “Uh-uh, look into my eyes, baby.” I pause to make sure she’s with me. “Do you hear me? I’m right here with you, and I want to protect you. You understand me?”
She nods her head, knowing nonverbal answers drive me nuts. I cock my head to the side and arch my brow expectantly.
“Yes...yes, Sir. I understand,” she says as she lowers her gaze from mine. I gently lift her chin back up, making her meet my eyes again.
My poor baby, she’s still shaking like a leaf. “Please, from now on, call me Travis, and don’t ever lower your eyes from mine again. I’m not the big, bad wolf you think me to be.” I want to tell her she’s safe, but I won’t, because she’s not safe. It’s a double-edged sword. She’s not safe with me, and she’s not safe without me; she’s damned either way. So I reiterate to her the only thing I know is true. Even though is sounds so cliché, it’s all I’ve got. My voice carries a potent force of seriousness as I repeat, “I’ve got you now…you understand that, right?”
Her blue eyes narrow into little slits and her lips purse with annoyance. “Yes, I can see you personally do have me now.” I can feel her anger growing with each word. “Apparently, I’m a human tennis ball, and I’m in your court now. So...tell me, Travis. Just what the hell does it mean when you tell me, ‘I’ve...got…you...now.’?” She pokes me in the chest, punctuating every word she speaks. “’Cause the way I see it, it appears you don’t just have me; you have me captive, and seeing how you obviously drugged me, it does make you the big, bad wolf.”
I close my eyes and shake my head, feeling slaughtered. I wonder how I’m going to dispel her heated anger from the past week and avoid the backlash. I should’ve expected nothing less than her hate for me. Hell, I hate me most days. “I remember, Julianna, when those words used to mean something to you, and the way you looked at me as if they were your lifeline.”
“Well, your track record of those promises hasn’t been very consistent now, has it? So clearly, I have every right to be a little miffed over the back and forth dramatics. Not to mention—”
I cut her off by grabbing her pokey finger and growl over her tirade, interrupting her mid-sentence. Frustration laces my voice. “The less you know the better. There are other dynamics in play here, and they are far too sensitive to ever be discussed. You’ve already seen too much, which means your life as you once knew it is over. There is no going back, and you’re not going to find solace for a good damn while, so the faster you accept this, the better it will be for the both of us.” Dammit, I hate being a dick to her, but if I don’t keep her boldness in check, she’ll wind up getting us both killed. “If you keep stepping out of bounds, you will be penalized, and we both know how well that worked out for you last time, don’t we?”
She’s taken aback by my brashness, and nothing but the sound of rain fills the empty space between us. If I have to be an overbearing asshole at times, so be it, because I can’t have her fighting me at every turn right now.
But knowing there’s more than one way to skin this cat, I change tactics again as my tone adjusts from seriously stern to a seductive rasp as a half-smirk plays at the corner of my lips. “But...you do know this, baby...and very well, I might add.” My lips crash over hers again, and I feel her struggle against me for a brief moment before she gives in, relinquishing control to her body’s demands. I know full well she still has a shit ton of Blyss working its way out of her system. Does it make me a dick? Possibly, but I have to pick the better of the two evils; I’d rather use my body and charm to dominate her rather than strong arm her into submission.
~Jules~
As Travis forcefully crashes his lips to mine, he uses his body weight to push me back down against the bench seat of the vehicle. I struggle and try to break free, but my sore backside is screaming at me, and he’s just too damn strong to push off. All this time, I thought I was dreaming about Travis and the sensations he was bombarding me with until I bolted awake. After living through the past twenty-four hours of hell, fantasizing about him in a dream was a welcomed distraction. I dreamt he came back to me, wanting to make things right, and told me he was sorry for treating me like an ass. His every kiss was paradise to my soul, and oh, God, when he touched me, I thought I had gone to heaven.
Since I was still in a drug-induced haze, it was hard to distinguish between a dream and reality, but when the lightning bolt struck, it jolted me wide awake. I realized all too quickly I wasn’t back in my room being held hostage anymore. I was in the backseat of a SUV, being held hostage, the only difference being the captor had changed.
I wasn’t done having my fit of rage, but right now, he’s not having any of it. His mouth is on mine, and I’m helpless against the onslaught of his heated passion. His body and his kisses are pure sin, and I’ve never been able to resist this seemingly supernatural chemistry we have; not to mention, the Blyss isn’t helping matters at all.
My palms slide up over his thick biceps, and I can’t help the feelings that rush through me. I hate myself for being so turned on. He’s one of my captors, and I’m Stockholm insane. I have no other explanation for why I feel the way I do about this man, especially after the way he treated me the last couple of times we were together.
I open my mouth to him, which he responds to immediately by slipping his tongue past my lips. When our tongues touch, it feels as if I’m being zapped with a thousand watts of electricity, after which he starts stroking my tongue like he’s making love to me, and my stomach flutters. My heart beats faster, and my breasts ache to be caressed, licked, and sucked on. I rub my taut nipples against his muscular chest, searching for delicious friction. He growls against my lips in appreciation of what my traitorous body is doing all on its own.
With his body pressing into mine, I feel every one of his scrumptious muscles flexing over me, including his cock, which is nestled at the apex of my thighs. I’m under attack of the most erotic kind, and the last nail in my coffin is when I catch the faint aroma of his natural pheromones. It feels even more risqué, since we’re in the backseat of a vehicle, yet secluded by the curtain of rain covering the car windows.
I allow myself the delusional escape, even though I know I’m lying to myself again. Why do I have to think there is something more to us than there actually is? But even those thoughts get tossed out the window when I feel his thick cock slide back and forth between my legs, and through the fabric of my clothes, rubbing against my clit.
“Ohhh God.” I’m dizzy with lust. My stomach flips over with butterflies, and I respond by pushing my hips back into his, increasing the pressure and friction against my core. We need to be out of these clothes now. The feeling of fire spreads through my veins, and it’s pure, hot, unadulterated lust. God help me…I want him.
My mind steps up to the plate in one last ditch effort to make me listen to reason. A battle of wills between my brain and body breaks out, and my body screams a battle cry that would make medieval knights proud. My mind is relentless, pushing back with reminders he not only drugged me, but he also dosed me with Blyss. He’s told me I’m a sex slave, and the very thought has my lust cooling off. I have questions first, and as much as I don’t want to, I force myself to break our heated kiss with the last pitiful bit of resistance I have left.
“Travis, Travis, stop...” My plea comes out as labored rasps between kisses.
“Shhh ...shush, babe...later,” he says huskily, and then gives me hot, open-mouthed kisses. “Just surrender to me.” He’s too overcome by his own lust to be able to stop and ignores my cardinal rule. When a woman says stop, a man should stop. He just ran a big, fat red light, pissing me off.
He’s totally dismissed me and has decided to run roughshod over me, blatantly taking what he wants. I’m just a mere captive to him, a sex slave. Warning sirens go off in my head. He’s just another man fueled by a tank full of testosterone, who only wants one thing: entrance into my body. He’s going to use me for his own sick pleasures and pillage me, like Nick did. He may even have plans to sell me after he gets his fill, and then keep the money for himself. Maybe that’s why he stole you, Jules.
Sickening thoughts twist around in my head, and I start to physically shut down. He’s too powerful for me to stop, so if he wants a fuck, he can have a dead fuck. I shut my eyes and let my body fall limp;
mentally and physically, I shut down into nothingness.
Travis immediately notices my complacency, and in the blink of an eye, we’ve changed positions. I’m now on top of him as he forces my legs to straddle his. His hands firmly dig into my hips as he places my pussy over his erection. His grip hurts, and I whimper in response. His soft eyes have now turned hard as he glares at me with penetrating anger. His jaw clenches and he scowls. Yeah, he’s definitely pissed off.
“No, babe, you’re not shutting down on me. You are to never, and I mean fucking never, do that shit,” he demands, narrowing his eyes as he speaks through gritted teeth. “I’m not gonna take you like that, not against your will, ever.” His chest heaves as he practically shouts, “You hear me?” I’m taken aback and shocked. He’s using that same tone with me as before, but now he wants me to be myself and tell him no? Since when do I get a say on whether or not I want sex?
He’s quiet as he gives me a moment to let his words sink in. Then the cocky bastard turns his emotions around on a dime. Tilting his head to the side, his lips lift in a sexy smirk, confident and all-knowing, and his voice is sultry as he asks, “You do realize you want me, right? I know your body, and I know what every moan and tremor means. It screams you want to fuck me.” His hands guide my hips, slowly rocking them back and forth over his hard cock and I moan.
“You can’t deny this attraction between us. Hell, your panties are so wet you’ve soaked my lap, and that’s so fuckin’ sexy.” His nostrils flare as he threads his fingers through my hair and slowly, gently coaxes me to bend down to his delectable lips. “Let go and give yourself up to whatever this is. I’m giving you the control here, baby,” he says in a heated whisper.
I let him pull me down, and then he stops a hair’s breadth away from my lips. He lets go of me and waits for me to close the distance. I can see in his eyes he’s silently willing me to take the final step in giving him my consent, to surrender my body willfully to his. Seductively, he rocks his hips with barely perceptible movements against my thin fabric as his erection is positioned perfectly, pressing strategically against my opening.
