“Two years,” her words came out harsh, peaking his interest.
Dom pulled away from her body, rising onto his hands. The moonlight shone across his face, illuminating a silver strip across his eyes. The normally almost black irises lit up, resembling a nocturnal animal in headlights. “Two years, what, Alex?” It was primal, frightening, and so fucking hot. He rolled to his side, shifting his weight. A loud smack rang through the cab of the truck followed by a sting on the inside of her thigh that sent her body into tremors. His palm came down once more, this time on the other side.
She wracked her brain, feeling the warmth of arousal clouding her thoughts. As the light bulb went off, Dom slid his hand between their bodies and pinched her nub hard, sending a sharp pain that both pleased and shocked her system. Without thinking, she blurted, “Sir! Two years, Sir!”
Dom rewarded her correction, slamming his cock in her cunt to the hilt. She screamed from the invasion, feeling her walls stretch and burn to accommodate his huge size. It was the best pain she had ever felt. Her channel pulsed around him, milking and squeezing him like a glove. “Fuck you are so tight. Squeeze my dick, baby. Mmmm…that’s it. You needed a big fat cock in you, didn’t you?”
He thrusted once, pounding against her cervix. Tingles erupted in her womb, spreading through her body. Her clit throbbed. Her tits ached. Her body craved more. She arched upwards, needing him to move. Instead of gaining what she wanted, Dom fisted his hand in her hair and tugged. The sting set her scalp on fire, sending another gush of fluid around his dick. “Don’t move unless I fucking tell you. I don’t want you hurting yourself. The only pain I want you to feel will be from my hand. Now, answer me, Alexandria.” Just the growl in his voice made her orgasm ride to the surface. Even through his scowl of disapproval, she quivered. Disappointing him was not something she wanted to do. Ever. She was so close… She jumped to make things right.
“Yes! Please, Sir! Fuck me damn it!”
He growled a deep, low grumble. He wanted her desperate and begging. She was. Now, how did she get what she wanted? “I need to come on your cock, Sir. Please. Please, fuck me hard.”
“Mmm. Now that was delicious. As much as I love hearing you beg, I need your cunt.” He pulled all the way out of her body, shoving in hard and deep in one fast motion. Her breath knocked out of her lungs on a grunt. Over and over he pistoned in and out, building her climax into a hurricane sized storm. Her fingers trailed over his back, stopping atop his perfect ass. When her nails dug in and pulled him deeper, he tightened his grip in her hair once more. “Quit trying to come before I tell you to, baby. I’d hate to keep you teetering on the edge all night,” he taunted, slowing his movements. Then desperation took over.
She snarled at him through her clenched teeth, unable to hold back. “Damn it, Jeremy, quit toying with me and fuck me right!” Her growl was more than he could stand. Laughter reverberated from his chest, catching her off guard. He was laughing. At her. During their first time together. What. The. Fuck. Her temper shot through the roof. She planted both of her palms in his chest, shoving as hard as she could. He only laughed harder. She was on the verge of a full on breakdown from frustration, anger, and borderline humiliation.
Just as fast as his cackling began, it ended. “You have no idea what you just did, love. Your sweet little ass is going to pay…and pay good for that, but not tonight. I have a different form of punishment in mind for now...” She would swear his eyes glowed in the darkness. The dim light flashed across his teeth, creating a shudder to tremble through her body. Whatever he was about to do, she knew it would be life altering. Before she could contemplate what was to come, he rammed his dick in deep, pounding her cervix so hard it almost knocked the wind out of her. She gasped at the sharp pain. He repeated the roughness over and over, turning the discomfort into something far better than pleasure. The ache morphed with her budding orgasm, dragging her into another realm and out of reality. He intensified the haze with stinging bites, roaming from her lips and neck down to her nipples. Each pebble got a fair workout, heating her higher and higher. Her pussy began to constrict, tightening around his thick shaft in preparation for the explosion it lunged toward. Harder and faster he pounded into her, taking her up and over the edge. The old reference of fireworks shooting off during the big ‘O’ was an understatement. If she could market the light show she witnessed, she would die the richest woman on the planet. Her body went rigid, riding against him in spasm after spasm of the most euphoric, mind blowing, cosmic orgasm of her life. Just as she started to float down, he would speed his tempo again, sending her on another equally intense base jump into the abyss. Over and over he played her body, not giving her time to float down from one before he brought on another. Instead of each proceeding wave being an aftershock from the initial bang, they were huge atomic detonations that all but beat the last. Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. Time seemed to stand still.
“Mmmm. Take it, baby. Get what you have been missing.” Dom slammed in harder, reaching under to cup her ass and tilt her pelvis upwards. With each stroke, he rubbed against her G-spot, slamming her pleasure even farther. Her body went limp. If she had to describe it, it felt how people looked when they were possessed on horror films. She had no control over her body. No way to move, or stop. She was totally and completely at his mercy, under a sex spell like no other.
Vice tried to regain a more conscious state, but he wouldn’t let her. Just when she got the willpower to try, he would do something different that would yank her back into that delicious inebriated state. “You are mine, Alexandria.” Dom crushed his mouth against hers, sucking the air from her lungs in a forceful kiss. She felt the walls closing in as he feasted, kissing her as hungrily as he fucked her. Yes. She was his—if only for tonight.
Dom couldn’t hold back. Vice had managed to send him over into a subspace most Doms never had the pleasure of experiencing. As far as he knew, the few who had were the result in loss of control at the expense of their sub. It was never a good thing for a dominant to lose himself. Control was the key. This, on the other hand, wasn’t a hazard. Like a mythical creature, this didn’t exist. And yet, he felt an intoxication he couldn’t explain. The louder she moaned, the more he became addicted. He didn’t want to stop. He couldn’t. His balls had loaded and threatened to put an end to it all a long time ago, but the pleasure he felt was too intense. “Please! Please! Oh God!” Her screams brought forth the animal inside he had hidden for so long. Her sweet little cunt swelled around him, throbbing so intensely he had to fight to move inside of her. The rougher he got, the harder she milked him. Finally, he couldn’t stop it. His movements grew erratic, jerking in an un-choreographed tempo. His own orgasm hit so hard he thought he would pass out. Seed burst from his cock, shooting deep into her womb in hard spurts, filling her. He roared, screaming his release like never before. He heard her screams match his, making his satisfaction even stronger. Every muscle in his body constricted, immobilizing him. It was the true meaning to ‘hurt so good’. After what seemed like an eternity, he collapsed on top of her, fading in and out of sleep. When he finally caught his breath, he rolled enough to where his knees rested on the floor. The seat had to be uncomfortable for her, especially with her injuries. “Alex, baby, are you all right?”
She didn’t answer at first. He wondered if she was sound asleep from the way she stayed motionless. Her eyes were shut, her mouth parted slightly. “I am. There isn’t a word to express what I feel right now, Sir.”
Dom jerked up, sitting between her parted legs. Her words cut like a knife. “Did I hurt you!” his voice shook the air.
“Yes.” Her voice was so small, but held one hell of a punch.
“Oh God, Alex, I…” She cut him off before he could finish, as guilt slammed into him.
“And…I have never felt so wonderful in my life. You’ve taught me so much. I’ve never experienced sex like that. I was awake, but not. It was like a dream or something, or high on some
sort of drug. Hell, I’ve never had an orgasm from someone else. Only myself.”
Her words sunk in, bringing a new happiness he hadn’t anticipated. First off, even after they were out of their sex fog, she had called him Sir. Second, he was the only man to ever give her an orgasm. Third, he’d managed to take her to that subspace without giving her a real BDSM session. Holy fuck! She was perfect. There were no words. Tonight, she had become his forever and didn’t even know it.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get you to bed.” He picked her up and gathered her clothes, dressing her carefully. There were a few wounds that had been knocked open in the fray that needed bandaged before he could let her have the much needed sleep. As he carried her into his tent, a warmth touched his heart like never before.
After he had cleaned her up and given her the first aid needed, he tucked her in his cot beside him. For the first time in his life, he slept in peace. He kept her wrapped safely in his arms until the next morning, holding her tight to keep her from disappearing. When he woke and saw it wasn’t a dream, his life took a turn with the beginning of a brand new start.
Chapter Six
Vince woke with Violet staring down at him, propped up on one elbow, still tangled with him on the couch. Her eyes were narrowed, hollowed by a sadness he had never witnessed on her delicate features. Her curly red hair was in tangles, framing her delicate features. At this moment, she reminded him of the sweet little girl off the children’s movie Brave. He wiped his eyes, waiting for the temperamental outburst that was sure to come. When she didn’t blow up in all of her Scottish glory, he grew worried. “What’s got you looking so sad, sweetheart? You were snuggled up to a hot stud all night…you should be grinning from ear to ear,” Vince joked, trying to ease whatever seemed to be bugging her.
“Vince… You’re bleeding. I covered you up so the others wouldn’t see, but you have to tell the doctor when he gets here. Something is wrong.” He watched her eyes fill to the brim and realization hit him. Without looking, he knew where she meant. Already feeling nauseous at the situation, he grabbed the blanket and looked down toward his nether region, seeing the red pool from under his rear. His jeans were stained like a girl who unluckily got her period at the worst possible time. He knew he needed to go check and see the extent of damage, but it hurt to move. How the hell was he going to hide it?
“Watch out, sugar. I think I need to go to the bathroom.”
Violet slid off the couch and held out both hands, silently demanding to help him. By her expression, there was no arguing. The corners of his lips tilted up at her thoughtfulness and he accepted, wishing he hadn’t the moment he turned to stand. “Oh hell!” He doubled over in pain, feeling injuries that reached internally. “I can’t get up. I think maybe I need the doc after all.” Before he could cover back up, Michael walked in the room and stopped mid stride. Vince wanted to cry from embarrassment. Of all the people in their family, Michael was the one at the top that he didn’t ever want to find out about his predicament. And, now he stared with that cold hard face he so feared. It was big of him to accept his sexual preferences. Now, all of that was ruined. Or was it? A sea of emotion crashed over his hard features.
“Boy, I am gonna ask you one time, and one time only. How bad is it?”
“I don’t know.” Vince lowered his gaze, unable to look him in the eye from shame. He jumped when Michael moved to stand inches in front of him.
“Violet, please go ring the doctor and ask Maggie to come here.” She all but ran into the kitchen, sending Mrs. Sanders running into the room. While she made the call, Michael helped him shuck off his jeans. “Now, boy, no need for you to be ashamed, you hear me? Let’s see how bad things are and if you need to go to the hospital. The doc will be here in a bit.”
“Yes, sir.” Vince laid back, allowing them to undress him under the thin shield of the blanket. Once he had painfully been extracted from his clothing, Mrs. Sanders held his hand.
“Okay, baby. I need to see what’s going on. Remember, I’m a momma. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen.” She pulled the blanket away and gasped. Michael kept his vision locked with his, giving him a shred of dignity. “Michael, go get me a bowl of warm water and a rag.” Her voice was monotone, sounding like a midwife from an old black and white movie. Vince knew it had to be bad.
Mrs. Sanders stared down at the mutilated sight before her. His penis had what looked to be burns from a cigarette up and down the length of his shaft, and a blood blister surrounded his pee hole. His ball sack was black and blue, probably from being kicked or hit repeatedly. From what she could tell, both of his testicles were still intact and unharmed. Thank God. His anus on the other hand had been messed with pretty bad. It was bleeding, signaling some sort of internal damage she couldn’t see. He would definitely need to be checked out by the doc, and a possible visit to the hospital. The outside was torn pretty badly and swollen, from something sharp and large being inserted. She had to swallow to keep from puking. How could someone do this? Why? It was heartbreaking. Vince was the sweetest soul on the planet. He didn’t deserve this. Nobody did, but especially not him.
“Maggie, how bad is it?” Michael asked quietly.
“It’s pretty bad.” Her lack of elaboration was more than the man could handle. Last night, they had come up empty handed. They had found a few people who had remembered seeing the group that had dumped him off in the drive, but every place they went was two steps behind them. Today, he wouldn’t rest until he caught the fuckers. They had no idea how bad things were about to get.
“Son, I promise you we will catch the bastards who did this to you. Maggie, if the doc wants him to go to the hospital, have Alaina drive. I have to go.” He dropped a kiss on her cheek and patted Vince’s shoulder affectionately. Mrs. Sanders knew it was no use trying to stop him, and didn’t try. She wanted him to find the party responsible, and take care of it.
Thirty minutes later the doctor showed up, asking for help to bring in the ultrasound machine he had brought. It surprised them all to see him come fully equip, but anything was possible with Wally. He owned his own practice, which included everything in it. The city hospital was technically his even though it was a public building. He had funded most of the costs with little help from outside sources. Vince looked on as Alaina and Violet tugged the machine in the door, thankful that they had told him what to expect.
“It’s good to see you awake. So, tell me what’s going on, son.” Wally watched him, waiting patiently. Vince couldn’t find his voice. Thankfully, Mrs. Sanders stepped in and spoke on his behalf.
“He has rectal injuries and surface wounds to his penis, scrotum, and anus. There is a good possibility tears might be present in his anal cavity.” Hearing her say it was enough to make him want to die. The older woman had spoken the words anus, scrotum, and penis all in the same sentence. Three anus’s in one sentence to be exact… Kill me now. Violet smirked, reading his thoughts. She stood behind the others, able to give her silly cross-eyed tongue-sticking-out face without being seen by anyone but Vince. He grinned, thankful for her mood lightening tactics. So, maybe he wasn’t the only one struggling to deal with Maggie speaking about his no no spot. Why couldn’t she have used motherly words like wee wee, walnuts, and bum?
“Let’s see what we have. Girls, please leave the room and give the man some privacy. I will holler when the coast is clear.” Dr. Mars went into a professional demeanor, fading out of the friend zone and into doctor mode. Vince was thankful. He did a full examination and ultrasound, discovering only minor lacerations and injuries.
“How bad is it?” Vince didn’t want to know. If he was going to be deformed for life, it was better he didn’t know.
“You are going to be sore for a couple of weeks, but all of your injuries are superficial. I don’t see any reason sutures or further medical procedures are needed. I am going to write you a few prescriptions, and I want you to be sure to take them. One is to help with the pain, an antibiotic to help keep inf
ection from setting in, and an anti-inflammatory. I recommend you withhold from sexual intercourse for three weeks to give your body time to heal properly.”
Relief rushed through Vince. He could handle that. “Thank you so much doc. So…everything is going to be back in working order?”
Dr. Mars laughed. “Yes, everything will be fully functional. You will have no issues with erections or ejaculation. It may be painful to pass a bowel movement for a couple weeks, but I am giving you a stool softener and pain meds that should take care of it. I want you in my office in a week for a checkup unless something changes or gets worse. Now, Vince, I can’t express enough how lucky you are. If you want to go out on the town again, take someone with you. If the girls don’t want to go to your flavor of bar or outings, give me a call. My boys will go with you. Nathan is a regular down there at Joe’s.” Dr. Mars finished packing up his machine and stood, calling for the girls. They all but ran back in, anxious to hear the prognosis.
Vince sat almost shocked to learn that Wally’s sons might be gay. Why hadn’t they been introduced yet? From what Alaina and Michael said, they were all hunky muscled up tanks. Uh, yes please. Even in his battered state, excitement faded some of the humiliation and hurt. No human should ever be abused in such a manner, but yet, he couldn’t help but be thankful it had been him and not one of the girls. He was strong. He would prevail. Some never got over the emotional damage. By the grace of God, his was more physical and he would. Two drool worthy cowboys might just be what the doctor ordered.
Michael felt a rage he hadn’t felt in years. Granted, he wasn’t always king of being open minded, but after meeting and growing to love Vince as his own son, the idea that he had been hurt and defiled, sent a rush of pure blood thirst through his veins. With both Nathan and Dave Mars behind him in their jacked up truck and Sheriff Earl Shive behind them. Ol’ Earl and Michael had grown up together. If things got sticky, he knew he could count on him to help take care of things and make sure nothing bad came of it. It was only a matter of finding the weasels now.
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