Lowering until my face was three inches from his, I smiled as he clawed at his throat.
I barely recognized my voice but Padme would later say it was hellishly seductive. “This is as close as you will ever get to my body, Adam. While I’m fucking real men, you won’t even be a memory. By the way, a man with a tiny cock should never…not ever…record himself jacking off.”
He was turning purple and I watched him with interest.
“There was nothing about any of you that would have made me choose you. Self-absorbed, sadistic misogynists don’t turn me on. I want you to die knowing you are being executed by the object of your obsession. Tell the devil Elliana Monica Fields sends her regards. Rot in hell you slimy bitch.”
I drove the knife upward through his ribcage and saw the instant his heart stopped, a look of shocked horror etched on his face.
I stood and without turning to look at the door said clearly, “Get someone in here to clean this piece of shit off my carpet.” I took two steps away then changed my mind, turning back to kick the dead man as hard as I could in the balls with my cowboy boots. It was overkill but I didn’t care.
The door opened and I ran to the Hydes. I loved them. I would always run to them.
They held me hard between them. “You could have shot him from the secret entrance in the bathroom. You could have gassed the room and knocked us both out. You could have saved me.” I leaned back and looked into their faces.
“Thank you for letting me save myself this time. I needed to know everything.”
They nodded, the sense of relief that I was unhurt written in their expressions and their inability to let me go. I lightly kissed them both. Their hands were petting my hair and back.
“I need to hold my baby. A gun in the same room as Katie that wasn’t in the hand of someone I trusted almost gave me a coronary.”
I hugged and kissed Katie a hundred times, running my hands over her arms and legs to assure myself she was truly safe. I wasn’t sure my parents would ever let me go.
Hours later, when Adam’s body was removed and my stomach growled, we went downstairs for a dinner that went on forever.
Mrs. Safoya, as usual, outdid herself.
Chapter Thirteen
For the next week I traveled with my team. We visited every location Adam had been remotely linked to over the last several years. The inheritance from his mother’s untimely and suspicious death was what he’d used to stalk me.
We searched the trailer he’d bought to live in less than twenty miles from my home. After thoroughly searching it, we burned it to the ground. No one wanted to take the chance that he’d hidden information about me somewhere inside.
The storage locker we found in LA held everything we’d been looking for. It was filled with pictures of me, many personal and private taken through windows before I’d been moved from the dorm. There were videos of me that must have come from cameras hidden in the air vent of my old room as well as outfits and sex toys he’d bought me.
There were mementos he’d kept for the other men when they’d gone to prison as well as letters he’d received in code. There was a small safe filled with personal items and photos of other women. I recognized several faces on driver’s licenses from college and knew I had not been their first victim.
It was unlikely that the other rape survivors had reported their attacks. Most women didn’t for fear of ruining their own lives by daring to be raped. Not everyone was lucky enough to have the resources and support of parents like mine.
Victim-blaming was alive and well.
We decided to provide these victims with a little piece of mind. No longer would they live with the fear of seeing their rapists on the street or wondering if they would be hurt again.
Padme found current addresses for eleven of the thirteen women whose worlds had been shaken apart by sexual violence. One had disappeared on the streets, sucked into drugs and mental illness. Another had committed suicide a few weeks before my first attack.
Each ID was wiped clean and mailed anonymously to the owner with a note. “The person or persons who took this from you is dead. They can never terrorize you again. Don’t let them take another moment of your life.”
Everything else was boxed, taken back to the estate, and burned.
Adam’s laptop was being examined by Padme. Multiple images from my attack were there as well as the video taken by one of my rapists on his cell phone. I did not look at them. Padme sobbed as she searched the drives to ensure none of his media had been broadcast or shared.
She doubted it based on her initial inspection and I prayed she was right. The thought of my attack being broadcast and used by other sick individuals as fantasy material made my soul freeze with dread.
“Ellie, he thought of you as his. He would have wanted to keep his fucking treasure to himself.”
There was always something eminently satisfying about hearing Padme curse. She was usually so prim and proper.
By the time we returned to my house – our home – we were exhausted and felt covered in pervert slime. I know I kissed my daughter and hugged my mom and dad. I vaguely remember showering and brushing my teeth.
I don’t recall climbing into bed or being joined there.
I slept for eighteen hours with Jonas and Jordan curled protectively around me. Too exhausted to talk, all of us soaked up the down-time, and I’d never slept so deeply or blankly in my life.
When I would drift to the surface of consciousness, I’d wonder about Katie, and feel guilty about leaving her for so long. Padme brought her in to sleep with us a couple of times and twice, the brothers assured me that Robyn and Katie were with my parents and perfectly content.
I woke around midnight of the second day and blinked to fix my surroundings and adjust to the lack of light. I knew Katie was no longer in the room. My men were stretched out on either side of me, their arms crossed over my torso and their warm breath ruffling my hair.
I laid my hands over theirs, sighed happily, and felt more than heard two very masculine chuckles.
Smiling, I said quietly, “Closer. You’re so warm and obviously as bad as I am about kicking off blankets.”
Without hesitation, they sealed their bodies more firmly against me and tightened their arms. Long legs lifted and wrapped around mine, their bare feet settling warmly along my own.
“That is so much better.”
We laid there snuggling for a long time and none of us felt the need to fill the silence. A sense of deep contentment, of things being exactly as they should be, settled into my spirit.
A horrible chapter of my life was finished and I was ready to embrace the next phase.
There was humor in my voice when I told them quietly, “So I’ve been thinking. We should take this slowly, you know, get to know one another…spend some time together…then maybe a little making out. Eventually, we can progress to living together and I’ll introduce you to my family.”
I could feel their silent laughter and I wanted to smile and keep smiling until my cheeks cramped.
“Oh wait…we’ve already hit all those markers, haven’t we?” They nodded and somehow hugged me closer. “Never mind, then. I guess that means we should progress to taking a shower together and you can show me all the things I don’t know. You know, sex up my body in the manner in which I’d like to become accustomed.”
“Ellie…it will be our pleasure.”
One of them pulled me off the bed while the other went to start the shower. I was held close as I was undressed and I knew it was to make me feel safe, to help me adjust to their presence. Though I trusted them implicitly, I appreciated the thought they put into touching me.
By the time the water was heated, all of us were naked, and I was being kissed out of my capacity for coherent thought. The kisses were different than the ones I’d received before and there was almost a sense of desperation. I could tell they were reining themselves in carefully to avoid frightening me.
They didn’
t frighten me.
The moonlight shining through the high windows allowed just enough glow to take in the visual impact of their nude bodies. I’d never seen a fully naked man so close before and I think my mouth was hanging open a little bit at the sight of two excellent examples of the species.
Their hair was ruffled from sleep. Broad shoulders and thick chests tapered to narrow hips and long legs. A very light dusting of chest hair faded into a happy trail that pointed the way to thickly veined cocks nestled in trimmed pubic hair. Their balls hung heavy and tight between slightly spread legs.
Jordan turned to enter the shower and I was amazed that the view from the back was just as enticing. He turned and smiled over his shoulder at my little gasp. I stepped into the space with Jonas behind me and they boxed me in.
They moved slowly, focused on keeping me comfortable and at ease. There was no doubt they were taking in the sight of my body as thoroughly as I was absorbing all the details of theirs. Fingers reached out to stroke my hair, hold my hand, and trace the outline of my body without being aggressive.
I was kissed and nuzzled even as their erections slid against my wet skin. A tremor worked over me from head to toe and I felt as if every hair stood on end in anticipation.
My name was whispered in the damp air and strong hands began to slick over me from the front and back, the scent of my body wash hanging delicately around us. They didn’t leave one inch of my skin untouched and I could hear myself panting as their hands passed smoothly between my legs in tandem.
I held myself up with a vice grip on the shoulders in front of me and I was in complete sensory overload. My head rested on the shoulder behind me, my eyes closed as I soaked up the sensations created by the touch of four hands coasting over me.
I was cooler on the front of my body as Jonas moved away to rinse me. Then he gathered me to him and Jordan rinsed me from the back. One at a time, the brothers kissed me and I was held lightly by Jonas as Jordan washed.
I was in a trancelike state as I requested the soap and made a ‘turn around’ motion with my other hand. The slippery exploration of his naked body caused my eyes to glaze over and my heart to quicken. By the time I was done I was aching for things I didn’t understand but wanted desperately.
Jordan turned to me and I handed off the soap to Jonas before duplicating my assistance on the back of his body. “Both of you are…so beautiful.” Even I could hear the reverence, as well as the self-doubt, in my voice.
“Ellie, you’re not allowed to over-think anything. Not one person in our lives, either separately or together, has ever affected us as you do. No one, Ellie. You hold the power.”
I was buffed dry with soft towels and wrapped in one while they dried themselves. I couldn’t drag my eyes away from such a simple thing; the realization that men did things so differently than women, even drying off, struck me as long-overdue knowledge.
Their hands moved faster, rougher than they had on my body. One stepped forward to scoop me up, planting a gentle kiss on my lips as I was carried from the bathroom and laid delicately in the center of my big bed. Jordan pulled my hair from beneath me and spread it on the pillows.
They took their places at my side, stretched out, heads propped on their hands.
The fact that there was no rush was impressed upon me when they proceeded to pass my mouth back and forth, kissing me for long minutes. While one was kissing my lips, the other was stroking my hair, planting little open mouth kisses on my neck and playing with my fingers.
My hands explored them, drifting over warm skin that was so different than mine. When I wrapped a fist around their cocks, they threw their heads back with a hiss of barely leashed control.
“That feels good then…” my husky voice said into the darkness as I traced Jonas’s collarbone with my lips. “Good to know.” I moved to Jordan’s pectoral, licking once over the tight nipple. Their hands fisted in the towel still wrapped around me.
I whispered, “It’s alright. I’m okay. Please.”
Jonas rested his forehead against mine. “Ellie, if you don’t stop touching me, I’m going to lose it. I’m barely hanging on to my control as it is.”
Jordan lowered one side of the towel and took my nipple inside the wet heat of his mouth. I released his cock and gripped the back of his head, arching at the previously unknown sensation. It pushed me firmly against his mouth and increased the pressure of his suckling.
The moment I was distracted, Jonas repeated the action on my other side and I tightened my hands in their silky hair, soft moans I couldn’t muffle escaping me.
Fingers, light as butterflies, trailed a path over my ribcage, abdomen, and hips. Lines were traced and followed by both men back and forth across my lower pelvis, directly above my mound. A sensation I’d never felt with another person tightened me, gathered directly beneath their questing hands, linked to where their mouths suckled me.
When they dipped lower, lightly outlining my outer lips, my hips rocked up of their own accord, and pleasure slammed into me like an arrow from a bow, robbing me of breath.
The erotic tension slowly drained from my muscles and I was able to speak. “It’s so different.”
The men looked up and smiled. My eyes were incapable of opening all the way but I could see their hazel eyes reflecting the light in the room.
“We’re honored to be the first to show you what you deserve, Ellie.”
“Relax and enjoy, Ellie. This is all about you…about making your first time everything it should be.” I started to interrupt, to state the obvious and I was kissed firmly into instant silence.
“No, Ellie. Your first time, when you give yourself willingly, that is now. You should always remember it with happiness…and maybe a blush or two.”
I watched both men give me wicked smiles and kiss my nipples. Their hands hadn’t stopped moving on me, caressing my torso, my hips, my thighs inside and out. They focused intently on my breasts, sucking them deeply before tugging the sensitive tips with their teeth.
Back to the outer lips at the juncture of my thighs and one finger slid through the cleft causing me to suck air sharply between my teeth. Continuing on to circle the entrance of my core, pulling a small whimper from my chest.
The fingers of one strong hand would make the journey over me, into me then be replaced by the other. Over and over until one focused on the tight nub of my clit while the other remained to stroke gently into my pussy. The sensation was foreign and yet instinctually my body rocked into the shallow thrust, inviting it deeper.
I was awash in sensation, unsure what I should be doing, or if I was reacting in a normal way. I felt good but thought I should be doing something for the men playing my body like an instrument.
Jordan looked up at that moment. “Let it go and just allow yourself to feel. Let us please you, Ellie. Let us love you. Our pleasure will be heightened by the pleasure we give you.”
I looked down his hard body and watched his fingers circling gently over my clit. The sight was so stimulating I shivered and Jordan smiled. Meeting his eyes again, I tugged my lower lip between my teeth and he moved up to kiss me.
I returned the kiss as if my life depended on it and he groaned. As he pulled back to look into my eyes, he whispered, “I love you, Elliana.”
I smoothed his hair back from his face and pulled him back to me. An instant before our lips met, I responded, “I love you, too, Jordan.” Then sealed it with a kiss. He moved along my jaw to my throat, returning to my breast.
Raking my fingers through Jonas’s hair, he lifted his face to watch me as he stroked deeply into my body. As he stared at me, he added a second finger and I moved in urgent need.
“You’re so responsive to all the love we want to give you, Ellie.” I pulled him to me, rising to my elbows to get closer. He made love to my mouth in the same rhythm as his strokes inside me and I was gasping for breath as my head fell back on my shoulders. “Yes, baby, only pleasure. Sweet Ellie, you’re the only woman I’ve ev
er loved, come for me.”
As if waiting for the command, my body coiled and exploded, rocking against their hands. “I love you, Jonas,” I gasped past the wave of pleasure coursing through me. I rode it, my body lifting from the bed and my eyes shut against the dizziness.
Before the climax let me go, warm breath caressed my mound a moment before I received a kiss so intimate, so unexpected, I cried out in shock.
Jordan kissed me, capturing my exhale and giving it back. “Yes, Ellie. So many things we long to show you. Ways we want to make you happy.”
He sat up and lifted my upper body. Moving behind me, he settled his legs along mine and reclined me against his chest. His hands reached around to cup my breasts and his mouth kissed behind my ear. “Watch Jonas. We want you to be ready so there is no pain, no fear.”
His lips trailed down my neck and back again. “We love you so much. Touching you, tasting you, having the chance to make you ours has been our dream for years. Do you like how that feels, Ellie?”
I nodded, reaching out to put one hand in Jonas’s hair and up to slide into Jordan’s. I watched as his lips worshipped every fold, paying special attention to my clit. His movements alternated between gentle open-mouthed kisses to flat passes with his broad tongue to tiny flicks directly on my clit that had me writhing in need.
All the while his fingers stroked lazily in and out of my body, three now, curling inside me and pressing a spot I hadn’t known existed until this moment in my own body. Jordan held my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging and rolling them.
Never had I felt such pleasure.
I wanted to touch them, to please them, but couldn’t think beyond the ecstasy they were giving me. “I feel so selfish. Oh god, that feels so good.”
Jordan’s voice in my ear was deep and rough, sending chills along my body as he murmured, “You’re not selfish, Elliana. You’re loved.” He tilted my face up and stared into my eyes, “Just holding you right now, having you in my arms, is everything. We’ve longed to show you pleasure and now you’re here.”
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