When I awaken I am shackled to the bed again. My head is throbbing; my cheek and eye are hot and swollen. I can feel my pulse throbbing in my head. Then I realize I am naked. Oh my God! No… What has he done to me?
Ash walks in at that moment. His shirt is off and he has a knife in his hand. The light shines on the blade and it glimmers as it moves. He sets the knife on the bed as he unbuckles his belt. He then unbuttons his jeans, pulling them off and only leaving his boxers on. He crawls on the bed, up my body. Running the knife over my belly, I squirm. “Please, Ash, please don't do this."
"You. Are. Mine." He then sternly yells, "SAY IT!"
“I’m yours.” I quake.
"Say it again, say it and mean it this time!"
"I'm yours, Ash, and only yours."
“That’s right. When I fuck you, planting my seed deep into your cunt, you will be marked by me; only me. I will own you. Nobody will want you after I mark you." I sob as he leans down to my breast and starts to lick my nipple, circling his tongue around my areola then sucking my nipple into his mouth; sucking and nipping at it. Then he bites it hard and I scream.
I try to separate my mind from my body but with the knife he is wielding, I can’t. I’m so scared, but I try to keep calm to avoid angering him further. He starts to suck on the side of my breast, drawing the blood to the surface. He then bites down hard, marking me. I scream out as the pain radiates through my body.
He slips down my body, stopping his face at the apex of my thighs. I feel his warm breath on my sensitive folds. He inhales deeply. "Please, Ash, no."
"Oh God, I knew you would smell good!" he exclaims. "I have dreamt of this for years." Then he thrust a finger in me. I let out a scream. He is moving it around, and then he thrusts in another. I close my eyes, trying to go back to my safe place, stepping outside my body... just watching what he is doing to me. Until I feel the knife move, bringing me back to the present. I gasp as crimson liquid pools on my belly.
I try to pull my thighs together, but he digs into the tender flesh of my thighs, pulling them apart. I whimper from the pain as he cuts me again and again. I try to relax my legs and his grip eases; his hand becomes gentler. “That’s a good girl. Relax I’ll make it real good for you.”
Then his lips are on me as his tongue assaults my clit, swirling and sucking it. I bite back a moan. His hair brushes against my inner thigh, tickling me. I jump, keeping my mouth clenched shut by biting my inner cheek to keep a whimper from escaping my mouth. I'm biting so hard, the metallic taste fills my mouth. With my eyes squeezed closed tightly, he continues rubbing the blade over my mound, shaving the hair from it; he then cuts me again. Panic has overtaken me. I am breathing so fast I'm hyperventilating, going dizzy until everything goes black.
Chapter 29
Knight in Shining Armor
Ian
Not knowing what kind of person has Parker scares the living shit out of me. What is he doing to her? If he hurt her, if he kills... I can't go there. I have to believe Parker is okay; she's a survivor and a fighter.
We take Sebastian's car. He programs Parker's GPS into his system, and we follow the bleeps and lights on the screen.
On the way my phone vibrates. It is Detective James. He is following up on information that he had found out after leaving my office. He returned to the station to question the guy that tried to abduct her Friday night. He found out some disturbing information from him.
"Detective, what have you found out?"
"Do you know a man named Ashleigh Radcliff?" the detective asks.
"No, should I? Who is he?" I ask.
"He hired the guy Friday night to abduct Miss Dane. He was to take her to an old abandoned warehouse off of Sunset Highway," the detective informs me. "He also says that this Radcliff guy is carrying some old torch for her, and that he has known her for several years and she never gave him a second look. He lost it when he saw the picture of the both of you in the newspaper."
"Wait," Ian says. "Ash... That is Bridget’s boyfriends name. Could it really be him?"
“Who is Bridget?” Detective James asks.
“Parker’s best friend,” I reply.
"I am gathering information on Radcliff right now," the detective states. “We should have an idea of where he might be in a couple hours.”
“Detective James, I don’t have that kind of time. There is no telling what he is doing to her. Sebastian, my head of security, and I are following Parker’s GPS from her phone.”
“Blake, I don’t want you to play superhero on this. You can’t just go in on your own. You don’t know what can happen; not only to you but to Miss Dane.”
“I have to take that risk. He has already had her for several hours. You are more than welcome to join us if you are that concerned, but we are going. There is nothing you can do to stop me. You know better than anyone about timelines in kidnappings.”
“Damn it, Blake! You’re going to get someone killed.”
“Again, that’s a risk I am willing to take." I give Detective James the address that is on the GPS so he knows where to send the clean-up crew if he doesn’t get there before we do.
It takes us a little while to get to the empty warehouse. We park several blocks away out of sight so as not to arouse any suspicion. Sebastian and I walk to the warehouse, sticking to the shadows of the building; the area is mostly industrial. We look around for doors. We ease our way to the windows, cautiously looking inside for movement. There are only a couple of windows in the building, and we see nothing in them. I am praying she is in there and not hurt.
We go to the first door, Sebastian tries the handle but it doesn’t have a key hole; it’s locked from the inside. How are we going to get in there quietly if all the doors are locked? We need an act of surprise to help us. We go to the next door just like the first… Locked again. We go around the back of the building and there is a van parked outside. That's got to be a sign he brought her here. Again, we try the handle but again it is locked, but this one has a key hole. Sebastian pulls out a key pick set. I look into the window, watching for any movement while Sebastian picks the lock.
Sebastian slowly opens the door as we creep inside. We split up, trying not to make any sounds. I get to the first door, checking the handle. I slowly open it. Nothing but a bathroom. I get to the next door, opening it slowly; empty. Damn it! All of a sudden Sebastian hollers, “Ian! Over here!” I take off to where he is at. I hear groans and moans, flesh hitting flesh, and a deluge of curses. I get to the room. Ash is naked, laying on the ground. Sebastian has his knee in Ash's back with his hands secured with a zip tie. Parker is tied up and laying naked on the bed; she is unconscious. She has cuts all over her abdomen and pelvis. There is a blanket on the floor. I pick it up, covering her. Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I call 911 for an ambulance.
I go to her face and say, “Parker, love! I’m here and you are safe.” I unfasten her wrist from the straps, massaging them to get the blood back. I wipe the old tears she had cried from her face. Sebastian keeps Ash on the ground. There is a loud bang and within second we are swarmed with police. I stay by Parker’s face, whispering urgently, “Parker, baby, open your eyes, love." She starts to moan, as if realizing what has happened to her. She jumps and starts to scream. “It’s okay baby girl, I’ve got you now. You’re safe.”
Detective James comes into the room we are in as an officer handcuffs Ash, leading him out of the room. Detective James says that he will be in touch with both of us in a couple days.
The Paramedics arrive, bringing in a gurney. Sebastian unties the one strap then cuts the other one off that is locked on Parker’s ankles. Carefully, I pick her up, putting her on the gurney. The paramedics examine Parker before they start an IV and dress the wounds. They load her into the ambulance. I travel with her to the hospital, staying by her side.
Parker is been extremely traumatized from the last seventy-two hours, beginning with the Friday night club abduction attempt. She keeps trying to pr
ocess how she didn't know about Ash. They had been friends for so many years and she never realized his feeling for her. But then again, she had other home issues that were keeping her mind preoccupied.
Bridget came to the hospital. "I am so sorry, Parker. I should have seen it in Ash, but I never saw anything."
"Bridget, no one saw it. Ash has some severe mental issues that no one knew about until he just snapped,” Parker says.
“You know, I was just reading an article on the internet a couple weeks ago that stated Ashleigh is the most common name for a crazy person,” Bridget says, as we all begin to laugh.
Parker isn't sure what Ash had done to her exactly; she was either drugged for part of it or had passed out from the pain and panic of what he had done or was doing to her.
Detective James stops by the hospital to get a statement from Parker and to get pictures of the abuse and torture Ash had inflicted on her. He brought a female officer to take the pictures so it's not any more traumatic than necessary.
It is hard listening to Parker giving a detailed account of that day and the abduction. After giving her statement to Detective James, the hospital thinks it wise to have her talk to a sex abuse psychiatrist. I was going to let her have her privacy while they talked, but Parker doesn't want me to leave so I stay, holding her hand as they talk. She also opens up and talks about the abuse that she had received at the hands of her adoptive-father.
I think it is good for her. She hasn't talked to anyone about this except me, and all I could do was listen, comforting her. I did tell the doctor that she started having nightmares again. I know that she is going to start having more after this ordeal. I need to know the best way to handle them.
After Parker's release from the hospital, I bring her back to our place. I want her to feel safe. I had all of her things packed and brought over so she doesn't have to worry about anything. We crawl into bed when we got home. I know she is exhausted. I lay behind her, my chest to her back. I just smooth her hair with my hand, letting her know I am here for her and letting her know she will be safe with me. I whispered my love into her ear.
I don't know how much time had elapsed before she starts having another nightmare. She starts thrashing around in bed, whining, then screaming, "Ash! No! Please! No! Oh my God! You are cutting me! Oh God, it hurts! Ash! Please!"
"Parker, wake up! You are okay, you're safe, Parker. Love."
Parker starts to open her eyes and then sits straight up, startled. I take her in my arms and begin rocking her in my arms. "Oh God! Ian, what did he do to me?" She starts to cry and cry. I feel so helpless. She has over five years of pain bottled up that needs to come out, and I can't do a goddamn thing to help her except to sit here rocking her, telling her how much I love her and how sorry I am for what she has had to endure. I don't know how long she has cried for. Her cries turn to sobs. My heart aches so badly; I can't help her. I tell her to just let it out. She has so much anguish inside of herself. "Why does this always happen to me?" She has her arms wrapped around the back of my shoulders; she has a rock solid hold on me, her fingernails almost piercing my skin. "How can I go on? I'm so tired of getting hurt like that."
"Parker, you're a survivor; you can go on, and you will go on. You're strong. You're a fighter. I saw what you did to Ash. You fought him off. That's more than you did to Hank. You're getting stronger every day. Yes, it will take time to heal, and yes, you may have some hard times, but as you get stronger, it will become easier. I will always be here for you."
"Even though my life is so screwed up?"
"Parker, my whole heart is yours. It belongs to you and with you it will remain.”
"I do love you, Ian. All I've ever wanted was for someone to love me."
"Then keep that in your mind on those days that you feel you can't go on. I will always be here for you."
The cuts to her abdomen, fortunately, are just superficial. Luckily, they will heal, although they might leave a trace of a scar. They should fade over time. I work from home the rest of the week to stay with Parker. I have set up counseling for her every day this week. I want to make sure she is cared for and that she can put as much of this behind her and move on as best as she can.
Although I would never want to live this last week and a half again, I would have to say it was one of the best weeks I have had in a long time. Parker and I don't actually do anything all week. We sat out on the balcony just talking. I never thought I would ever be in this type of situation; feeling the way I do about her. I have had my share of girlfriends and thought, at one point, that there wasn't anyone out there that could come close to who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. It's funny how she literally fell into my life not just once, but twice.
During the week that followed the abduction, we stay together. My family came over a couple times. My sisters love Parker. She's the older sister they had always wanted. Mom stepped up like she always does, bringing over food, and encouraging her that if she ever needed or wanted to talk, she is always available. Dad, well, being the writer he is, he is going to write a book about Parker's young life. He's dedicating the proceeds to a charity that helps sexually abused children. Parker sobbed, giving him a big hug when he told her his plans.
Chapter 30
Bubbles
Parker
By the end of the second week, with the counseling Ian had set up for me, I am starting to feel better. Ian is always there for me, holding my hand and just being my moral support. The counselor brought us news that the hospital received the test results back on the sexual assault. I think I just about broke Ian's hand when she was telling us. Although there was a sexual assault, there were no traces of semen and nothing definitive that he ever violated me with anything more than his fingers. By the time she was finished reading the report, I had tears running down my face. It's funny that I can feel so relieved about being violated with fingers, as long as it wasn't with a penis.
Ian grabs me, taking me into his arms, hugging and kissing me in relief.
I love our time together, but it's time to get on with the rest of my life. I have missed a two weeks of school and I need to focus on that so I can finish as quickly as possible.
I am in the living room reading when Ian approaches from behind me, whispering in my ear. I love feeling his warm breath on my neck. I've missed him. He has been keeping his distance since the kidnapping so he doesn't frighten me, but God, I miss his touch. “I ran you a bath.” He takes my hand, pulling me up from the sofa. “Come.” Taking his hand, he twines his long fingers with mine as I follow him into his candle lit en suite. The tub is full of bubbles. I undress in front of him. He actually bites his lower lip. God, now I know why it turns him on so much when I bite mine. I stride to him, taking his lip from between his teeth, with my teeth biting down on it then licking it while pulling it into my mouth as a moan escapes his lips. I push my tongue into his mouth, caressing his tongue with mine. He is trying so hard not to touch me because if he does, he will lose all control. But God, I miss him. He breaks the kiss before taking a step back. He looks at me as he runs his eyes down my body, then as if he is trying to gather up all his control, he closes his eyes. His breathing is ragged. He is intentionally holding back, determined to take on as much as I am emotionally willing to give. He takes my hand while helping me down into the tub as the smell of vanilla and honeysuckle pervade my senses. I slip in as Ian dims the lights. He starts to walk out the door.
"Please don't leave. Join me." I softly encourage.
"I don't want you to feel obligated."
"Ian, I miss that part of us. I know what you’re thinking and I really appreciate it, but I miss us. I miss the way you hold me in your arms at night. I long for your touch; your fingers, your mouth, your tongue. God, I miss making love to you."
"I miss holding you too. but..."
"Please, Ian."
"Only if you're sure. I don't want you to feel compelled or pressured. If at any time you feel uncomfortable, just tell
me and I will leave."
He takes his clothes off then steps into the tub. As he sits down, I stand to straddle him, face to face. I give him a light kiss then let my hands wander the muscles of his shoulders I lean down to kiss his scar on his left shoulder. My hands continue down his arms to his thick biceps, to his taut chest, then down his abs to his happy trail. I explore down the 'V' at his hips that point to his ever-so-happy-trail ending. And yes, there is a pot of gold at the end.
"I love to touch your body, to explore it with my hands and fingers. I will never tire of it.”
I lean forward, taking his nipple into my mouth, running my tongue around and around as it gets diamond hard. I suck on it then let my teeth slide over it. A moan escapes from Ian's lips. I move to the other nipple, repeating the process.
“You’re all mine; body and soul,” he says. His words make my throat tighten. "I mean it, Parker. I want all of you, every last inch of you, to be mine."
Taking his cock in my hands, I start to stroke him. My mouth find his, and I begin kissing him harder, pulling his bottom lip with my teeth. I bite it, making him growl. There's a vibration in his chest, an approval. I draw his tongue into my mouth, sucking it and swirling my tongue around his in an erotic dance as his cock gets longer and harder. I position his cock at my folds before dropping onto him, spearing myself with his long shaft and letting out a scream. Ian lets out a loud moan. "Oh God!" he rumbles.
I stand again then drop, taking his full length and filling my channel as I scream in ecstasy again. He grabs my hips, lifting me up and down. I throw my head back as he leans forward, taking one of my nipples between his teeth and biting it. I scream as my sex tightens around him. Water sloshes over the edge of the tub. I'm panting heavily now. "Please! Don't Stop," I mew, the feeling so intense. "You are amazing! Oh, Ian, yes!" I exclaim, as I cum.
"Parker! Oh Parker! Oh, Oh! Oh..." He cries my name out loudly as he finds his release.
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