“Aw SHIT!” came Robert’s agonized groan, that giant body heaving and churning, pressing his cock deep into my anus. “Aw SHIT!”
And we collapsed then, my butt filled with his sperm, my bottom so trashed. But it felt good. I was fully a woman, a Jezebel who owned her man, draining him dry of every last drop of virile goodness. Squeezing my cheeks experimentally, the lingering pressure made Robert groan above me, his penis twitching spasmodically in my butt, jizzing a few last drops of juice.
“Aw fuck you’re good, baby girl,” he panted into my ear. “Fuck you’re real good.”
And I half-expected him to pull out, get up, and go straight back to Ann-Marie, to sink his fuckshaft into her ass next. Because that was what he wanted right? He wanted to fuck two sisters, and maybe I’d been number one instead of number two. Maybe I’d miscalculated, I’d thought he’d do Ann-Marie first before coming to me, when actually, it was the other way around.
But instead, he rolled me over, holding my curvy frame close, cuddling like I was special to him.
“Robert,” I mewled breathlessly. “Please don’t.”
I couldn’t take this. Not after the humiliations of the day. In fact, it’d be better if he pulled out and went downstairs, dick coated in my ass sweat. It would be easier than talking, that’s for sure.
But the alpha’s eyes were already closed, his breathing peaceful and even. I paused, disbelieving. Was this really happening? Had Robert just dropped off, at this momentous time? I clenched my ass cheeks experimentally, but other than a slight jerk, the big man didn’t stir, eyes still shut. Shit, he was so beautiful close up, those long black lashes, the strong nose and square jaw. And of course that mouth. Where it’d been was so disgusting, kissing every part of my body, even my anal hole sometimes.
And clasped in his arms, I began to cry. No sounds came out but my soft body shook silently. Because why was this happening? What had I done to deserve this? I’d willingly had sex with my captor again and again, giving my body up to Robert’s whims. And even now, after the ultimate humiliation, I’d done it again. I’d given myself to the alpha male, letting him take me every which way, even tunneling into my anus for the first time. But there was no one to blame but myself … and I deserved every second of pain.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Robert
She was gone when I woke up. One minute I’d been making love to the beautiful redhead, buried deep in that sweet body, but the next she was gone, just the scent of the gorgeous body left behind.
I’d barreled downstairs, huge feet clomping on the steps to burst outside. Sure enough, Ann-Marie’s car was gone, Anna must have taken her sister’s vehicle. And at that moment, Ann-Marie wandered out in a slinky negligee, one that was practically see-through, I could literally see the dark circles of her nipples and the shadow of her pussy lips.
“Oh Anna took off?” asked Ann-Marie, stretching her arms while arching her back sinuously, like a cat waking up. “No worries, my sister’s always been jealous of me, it’s nothing,” she purred before winding her arms around my neck. “Big boy, why didn’t you come to bed last night? We were supposed to have fun,” she pouted.
But I felt nothing. In fact, I was repelled. The minute the redhead had stepped out of the car yesterday, I knew everything my girl had said was true. Ann-Marie was the woman who had enticed Chance, who’d thrown her assets around for any man to sample. Ann-Marie was the woman who had rocks for brains, who’d never opened a book or watched a news program. She was the golddigger in her family, not my beautiful Anna.
Shame coursed through my big frame them, almost making me double over. Aw shit, I’d fucked up so bad. I wanted to shoot myself in the head or disembowel myself with one of those samurai swords, whichever was worse. But right now, there was still Ann-Marie on my hands.
“Get away,” I grunted harshly at female literally shoving her off me. Shit, my skin crawled when I touched her, like a cockroach had skittered across my arm.
She stumbled backwards, hands up, expression surprised.
“What?” she demanded, straightening that negligee. “What, what happened?” she continued, nose in the air. “My sister’s always been jealous of me. I’m taller, younger, skinnier, prettier, and I always get the guy,” she said smugly. “Anna’s so fucking boring, she’s probably still a virgin at twenty.”
Now that wasn’t true. I’d de-virginized Anna myself, taken that sweet pussy and drilled it again and again in the last month, coming like a fucking hurricane every time. So I turned on Ann-Marie, rage on my face.
“Get out of here,” I bit out. “You’re a whore.”
“What?” she shrieked, hands flying to her cheeks, unable to believe what she’d heard. “What the hell?”
“You heard me,” I rasped, voice harsh. “Get the fuck off my property.” And with that, I threw her the keys to my old beater in back. “You have ten minutes,” I said coldly. “To pack your bags and get out. Starting now.”
The girl stared at me wildly but then spun on her heel, hair flying.
“Fine!” she screamed. “You Morgan men are wimps in the sack anyways, Chance could never get it up. I bet you’re the same!”
I snorted, shaking my head. Man, bitches will say anything when they’re angry. For sure I’ve gotten it up hundreds, if not thousands of times, but that didn’t matter. Insults flew from Ann-Marie’s lips now, her anger twisting those features into an ugly mask.
“You have bad breath!”
“I bet you’re a hunchback!”
“I’m gonna burn all your books!”
None of it made sense, but fine. Because I just wanted her gone. Finally, the woman left, revving the engine angrily before disappearing in a huge cloud of dust. The silence was a blessing afterwards, I’ve never been so happy to be alone.
But that still left the problem of my best girl. Where was Anna? Where was the good sister? I’d just gotten the bad sister out of my hair, thank god. But now, where was my girl? I sat down at my desk, fingers drumming nervously on the hard surface. Because Anna had every right to hate me … and I didn’t blame her one bit.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Anna
Six months later …
Life’s been tough, I won’t lie. I disappeared in Ann-Marie’s car, ditching it at the state border and then hitchhiking thousands of miles on my own. It wasn’t safe, but God spares the vulnerable because somehow I made it out alive, ending up on the other side of the country in one piece.
And it hasn’t been easy, here in Seattle. It’s beautiful but so cold even during summers, and god, the rain. It rains non-stop, sometimes I look out the window and all I see is sheets of water coming down, turning the entire world gray.
But I’ve got to thank my good fortune. Because when I arrived here, I didn’t have a thing but there’d been signs at the bus depot to a women’s shelter, and bending my shoulders against the wind, I’d stumbled to the address.
“Hello?” I murmured, knocking on the door. “Please,” came my soft cry. Please what? Please god? Please help? I suppose all of those things, because never in my adult life had I thought I’d be at the mercy of city services. But now here I was, poor as a church mouse, ready to beg for help from complete strangers.
A woman answered, hair pulled in an iron gray bun. Her eyes widened when she saw me.
“Come in, dear,” she said. “Come in.”
Lulu was my first case worker. She did my intake, made sure I got a hot meal, and showed me my bed in the corner. It wasn’t much, just a thin mattress on a flimsy frame, but I was so tired then, so worn out and drained, that I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
After a hot breakfast the next day, I took a deep breath, looking Lulu in the eye.
“I’ll do anything to stay alive,” I said slowly. “I just … I can’t let someone find me.”
The elderly woman nodded knowingly.
“I know, honey,” she said. “A lot of women come here with issues, and I promise,
we’ll figure them out. Maybe not all at once, but we’ll disentangle it soon enough. Now let’s talk about services and getting you on your feet. Have you applied for food stamps? Cash assistance? Anything?”
I shook my head miserably.
“No never,” I choked. “I worked as a secretary back home.”
Lulu’s eyes lit up.
“That’s great!” she said. “There’s lots of openings for good, honest secretaries. And you look like the type of girl who can take direction.” She leaned forwards, voice hushed. “You know it’s the ladies who want to be movie stars that have it hard. They want to audition for commercials, do head shots, all that kind of stuff. But this here is a women’s shelter,” she said regretfully. “We’re not a talent agency.”
I nodded slowly.
“No, I’m not looking to be an actress,” I said. “I’m a secretary and maybe,” I paused hopefully, “An editor? I’ve done some copy editing before, maybe there’s someone who needs that?”
Lulu wrote it all down, nodding with assurance.
“I’m sure editing is helpful, the more skills you have, the more marketable you are to any employer,” she said. “Now who did you work for?”
“Just a law firm back east,” I said quickly. “I transcribed notes, and did all sorts of admin work.”
Lulu clucked approvingly.
“And how about the editing? Did you edit legal briefs?” she asked, pen poised above the intake sheet.
“No, not exactly,” I said, shaking my head. “I edited for a famous author, one who writes crime novels, but I can’t say who it is,” I choked. “It’s confidential.”
Lulu cocked her head at me.
“Did you sign a confidentiality agreement? Is that what’s stopping you? Because the more specifics we include on your resume, the better.”
I paused again, eyes tearing. Why was Robert haunting me now? Why did his long shadow have to extend three thousand miles, putting me in a bind even after I’d sought to escape?
So I tried to make the best of it.
“No, no confidentiality agreement,” I said slowly. “I just don’t think this author wants his name out. He’s really famous and private about that kind of thing, so I think it’s better if I don’t say.”
Lulu nodded, eyes understanding.
“Okay, but if you change your mind, let me know. Seeing a famous name on there is sometimes a big attention-getter, especially if they can be your reference.”
I shook my head miserably.
“No, I don’t think he’d be my reference. I didn’t leave on great terms.”
That was the understatement of the year, but Lulu took it in a stride.
“No worries,” she clucked, putting the pen down. “We’ll just leave it out then. It raises a lot of questions, and we don’t want to guide potential employers down an empty corridor. So we’ll just stick with straight secretarial work.”
I nodded gratefully.
“Thank you. Thank you for helping me with my resume, I really appreciate it.”
The elderly woman smiled kindly.
“Of course! We’re all about job placement at the women’s shelter and honey, with your work experience, you’ll be picked up right away,” she reassured me. “Right away.”
I nodded but my heart sunk. Because I had no money, no family, no nothing, and yet I had to survive. Somehow I had to forget everything about the past, and move forwards with a smile on my face and a professional demeanor once I walked in that office door.
But another stroke of luck hit because that very day, a small construction office called with a job.
“They need more of an office manager than a secretary,” said Lulu, wrinkling her brow at the job request. “But Anna, you’re professional, you’re put together, and absolutely perfect for this role. So I’m gonna recommend you, the position start tomorrow.”
My hands went up to my cheeks.
“Tomorrow?” I gasped. I dunno, I thought it’d be weeks of tedium, looking at job postings, sending out thousands of resumes. And yet here I was, with a job offer the next day.
“Tomorrow,” said Lulu firmly. “Idle hands get up to no good, and this is just the thing, honey,” she added kindly. “If you hang around the shelter all day, you’ll just get depressed and sad. So tomorrow it is,” she said with an encouraging smile. “Tomkins Construction, over on Park Street.”
And the next day, I made my way over. Rummaging from the used clothes bin, I’d found a respectable suit that wasn’t too frayed. It was a drab grey color, but it was better than the bedraggled clothes I’d come in.
And turning right onto Park, I took a deep breath before knocking on the door of the construction trailer.
“Come in!” bellowed a loud voice. I half-expected to find some grizzly old dude, but instead, the man at the desk was only about thirty. Six four with flaming red hair, he had a ruddy face and twinkling blue eyes. So different from Robert’s which could be harsh as diamonds or deep with desire. This man was like Santa Claus in comparison.
“Hi, I’m Anna Jones,” I muttered, head down. This would never do, so I lifted my chin and smiled directly at him. “Hi, I’m Anna,” I said in a firmer voice. “Here for the office manager position?”
“That’s right,” the big man boomed, a smile breaking out, splitting his red beard. “I’m Jerome, but you can call me Rusty,” he said. “Everyone does,” he added with a friendly wink.
“Okay Rusty then,” I said tentatively. “I’m here because the women’s shelter said you needed some help? Office work, filing papers, taking notes, that kind of thing?” Oh god, why did I have to end every sentence with a question mark? This was hardly the way to come off assertive and confident.
But Rusty didn’t notice because he stood up then, head almost brushing the ceiling of the small enclosure.
“Yep, all that and more,” he boomed jovially again. “Sit right here, little lady, because this computer is the machine of magic,” he said. “Once you’ve got all the passwords to this little guy, the world is at your fingertips.”
And I had to laugh at that, my nervousness dissipating somewhat. Because the redhead was like Paul Bunyan, huge, likeable, with a folksy attitude that immediately put me at ease. Sliding into the chair, we got right into it.
The job wasn’t bad. Tomkins Construction is a small outfit that does a lot of good work. They just needed someone behind the scenes to keep things organized and efficient, and fortunately, my experience as a secretary had taught me well. Within a week or two, I had things neatly filed and sorted so that with a touch of your finger, the required document would pop up on the screen.
“Well, what say!” exclaimed Rusty, scratching at his head. “We’ve been looking for this permit for two years, and here it is!”
I laughed softly.
“It’s filed under “C” for Cypress, and not “P,” for Point. That way you know to look up Cypress for Cypress Point.”
“Good point,” rumbled Rusty, laughing at his own joke. “You’re a genius Anna, I don’t know what we’d do without you. This place would probably burn down from all the extra paperwork,” he said. “But how about a drink tonight? Whaddya think? On me.”
I paused, unsure what to do. On the one hand, it was a good idea to get to know co-workers. Some socializing was okay, and Rusty was a really nice guy.
But that very morning, something had happened that made me swallow and shake my head. I’d taken a pregnancy test, and it’d come up positive, shaking me to the core. So swallowing once more, I plastered a fake smile on my face and looked up at Rusty.
“I’m so sorry,” I said vaguely. “I’ve gotta run some errands.”
“Tomorrow night then,” the big man boomed insistently. “You can’t have that many errands!”
I swallowed again.
“I’m sorry,” I said again, looking down at my clasped hands. “I just can’t.”
Rusty nodded, eyes thoughtful.
“Well whatever it is, li
ttle lady, I’m always here if you change your mind,” he said with a wink. And turning on a heel, the big man exited the trailer, whistling a carefree tune.
I took a deep breath. Oh god, that was my first invitation in a long time and it’d be nice to go out and relax a little, maybe flirt with some men while having a couple drinks. But now with Robert’s baby on the way, everything was different. I had to plan, I had to get things ready, I had to think about what this meant.
Because I was going to keep the baby. When the pregnancy test had come back positive, my eyes had grown round, emotions rushing through my heart. Oh my god, I was going to have my lover’s child, a little girl or boy who looked just like him with black hair and blue eyes. Maybe the baby would even have his dimple, the funny way he smiled sometime.
And bending my head, tears began to fall from my eyes. Because I wanted this child absolutely. He or she had been conceived in love, and no matter what happened, no matter my poor choices or what circumstances I found myself in, I’d make it happen. My child would have the best life possible even if I had to scrape and save, even if I was a single parent juggling everything on my own.
Because the baby was my only reminder of my lover, and despite everything, I missed Robert terribly. I missed his laugh, the gleam in his eyes, the way those broad shoulders took up all the space in the room. I missed his intellect, how he worked furiously at his novels, seeing nothing but the words on the page. I missed my captor … and even now, on the other side of the country, my heart beat only for him.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Robert
Life has been fucking terrible. Anna disappeared without a trace. I had a PI put on her trail, but we couldn’t find her. It was like she disappeared into thin air, sending me into a rage.
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