by Terry Towers
“See how nice I can be when you ask nicely,” he whispered against my hair.
I didn’t answer, and he didn’t give me a chance. He began slowly moving in and out of me, each thrust building my desire and fuelling the fire between my legs. After a couple of minutes of his teasing, his pace increased, and he fell over me, placing a hand on either side of my head.
“Fuck, I love how you feel around me,” he whispered in my ear.
God, and I loved how he felt in me. No man had ever made me feel so good, as if his dick was meant just for me. It was an silly notion, but it seemed like the only reasonable explanation at the moment as the pleasure flowed over me in waves, each wave cresting just a little bit higher than the last.
Oh, me too, I thought, though the words seemed to be lost on me. I was too consumed with the pleasure. I didn’t want the feeling to end, but I didn’t think I could take another moment. And I couldn’t, because right then, the knot in my stomach released, my pussy clenched, and a pleasure swept over me so intense, it caused me to cry out and left me light-headed.
“Fuck, it’s amazing when you come for me baby,” Kyle groaned.
I couldn’t respond. My body was trembling, and my hands clawed at the tile as he increased his pace, pounding into me. I couldn’t take any more, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want it to ever stop as his forceful thrusts slamming me against the wall re-ignited the desire within me.
“Tell me you want my seed.”
I moaned, bucking against him, barely registering he’d spoken to me.
Winding my wet hair around his large fist, he yanked my head back and nipped at my neck. “Say it! Say you want it!”
“Yes! Yes, oh God, yes!” I screamed out as I felt his dick swell within me moments before he took one final thrust, slamming hard and deep into my core. He groaned, a low, feral sound as he released stream after stream of his cum within me.
The feel of the warm cum and the head of his cock slamming against my g-spot with intense force sent me spiralling into an abyss of pleasure. I moaned with him, grateful for the wall in front of me and his body against mine, pinning me in place, otherwise, I was sure I’d have slumped down to the floor.
We stayed like that, our bodies united, for seconds, minutes, I had no idea. But the feeling was way too good for me to want him to leave me so soon. Sex with him had been good before, but it hadn’t been anything like this. This time was raw and feral. This time, there were no masks up between us – no barriers. For the first time since we’d known each other, we were laid bare and vulnerable. It was the most exhilarating experience of my life.
But as quickly as the moment came, it shattered, and the reality of who and what we were came back into play.
“Finish up. The water is going to run cold soon.” He pulled out of me and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel from the overhead cabinet, he wrapped it around his waist. Without another word, he left the room, leaving me to shower alone, the evidence of what we just did dripping down my legs and mixing with the warm water as I stepped back under the stream of it.
* TT *
Kyle
Grabbing my clothing from the floor as I left the bathroom, I gave myself a mental shake. That wasn’t part of the plan. Not that I didn’t enjoy it. On the contrary, I enjoyed it immensely. To say my sex drive was high would be an understatement, and fucking her had relieved a lot of tension within me. However, I’d just undermined my own power in the situation by falling into her little trap.
So what now?
I raked a hand through my hair as I entered my bedroom, heaving a loud sigh. I had it all planned out, and now, it had all gone to shit. This was Rebecca though. This wasn’t some ordinary chick I could manipulate and throw away. Part of my attraction to her was she wasn’t easy prey. She was a fighter, and she was smart enough to keep one step ahead of me.
Would I be as infatuated with her if she wasn’t like me? If she didn’t have a streak of manipulative cunning running through her? The answer was a resounding no. She was a challenge, and there was nothing I craved more than a mental battle of wills and wit. I knew as soon as she lost that fire within her, I’d lose interest in her. It was as certain as the tide.
As I toweled off, I kept an eye out for Rebecca in case she decided to make a run for it. I kinda hoped she would so I could give chase again. But she didn’t. Tossing my towel over the back of a wooden chair by the bedroom door, I grabbed a pair of lounge pants and pulled them on sans underwear and then pulled on a black t-shirt.
I was walking out of the bedroom just as she was exiting the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body and one around her hair, turban style. I watched her from the doorway of my bedroom, my eyes taking in every inch of her and how the droplets of water slithered down the curves of her body, leaving a glistening sheen.
My dick immediately sprang alive and began to tent my pants. I groaned inwardly, This was going to be torture.
She looked over at me and caught my stare. “I need clothes.” She raised her hand, and her ruined dress was dangling from her fingertips. “And you owe me for a new dress.”
I couldn’t help it, a wide grin spread across my lips. She was talking to me as if I were a boyfriend and really cared about her dress. It was rather charming. As smart as she was, she still didn’t get it; who and what she was dealing with, and even more importantly, who and what she was. Though it could just all be an act, and that uncertainty was what was making this so damned exciting and fun for me.
“We’ll see about the dress.” I motioned with my hand for her to follow me into the bedroom. “But for now, I can give you some replacement clothes.”
“Don’t suppose you have replacement underwear too?” she said, following behind me.
I looked over my shoulder and winked at her. “Why would I want to get you underwear?”
She huffed behind me, and I laughed. She really was too cute. I could honestly see myself with this woman for the long term.
Walking over to my dresser, I pulled it open, and after rummaging through it, I pulled out my smallest t-shirt and boxers. Balling them up in my hand, I tossed them to her, the ball of clothing smacking her in the face. She yelped and jumped backwards, the sudden movement loosening the knot holding her towel together, and it fell to the floor at her feet, leaving her stunning, glistening body naked for my eyes to feast upon.
She shot me a dirty look. “How old are you, twelve?” Her comment only made me laugh harder. She was adorable when she was pissed. Her anger didn’t seem to last long, but when it struck, it hit like a bolt of lightning.
“I’m sorry.” Leaning my shoulder against the door frame, I crossed my arms over my chest. “I didn’t realize this was the Ritz. I was under the impression you were here against your will.” The look she gave me wasn’t of fear, not at all. The look she hit me with was that of anger and hatred.
She pulled the t-shirt over her head and stepped into the boxers. “You brought me here for a purpose. Playing this little game you’re playing is only making us both have to suffer in each other’s presence. Ask me what you need to and be done with it.”
“Maybe I’m enjoying your company too much to end it already.”
She stepped up to me and jabbed her index finger into the center of my chest. “I was locked in a fucking room, shitting in a bucket for two days! I, for one, am plenty ready for it to end.”
I allowed her to vent. It was more cute than annoying, not to mention, even though I’d just fucked her, my dick was aching to be inside of her again. Replying in an eerily calm voice I said, “I think you just need to get over that.”
She pulled herself up to her full height, her eyes narrowing at me. I’d pushed her to her limit. I waited for her to make her next move. It took so long I was starting to think she wouldn’t give me the satisfaction of retaliation. Then out of nowhere, she hauled off and slugged me in the stomach. I wasn’t sure what surprised me more—the punch to my midsection, or
the fact that despite her size, she packed a wallop.
I grunted and doubled over.
Chapter 14
Rebecca
That’ll teach him. If he thought he could humiliate me, he had another thing coming! I went into the living room and plunked myself down on the sofa, grabbing the remote from the coffee table. I wanted to chuck the remote at his smug face.
He’d better watch himself, or he’d wake up with a pillow over his face. If, of course, he allowed that to happen. Anger continued to bubble within me.
“Okay, what is it that you want?” Kyle asked as he rounded the sofa and plunked himself down beside me. I opened my mouth to respond, and he raised his index finger shushing me. “Besides freedom or my head on a silver platter. Because if I were to be honest with you, if something happens to me, and you escape, there will always be someone coming for you. So unless you don’t mind running for the rest of your life, it’s too late to turn back now.”
“Okay, what’s so important about me? Just quit it with the cloak and dagger bullshit. Let’s get down to the nitty gritty of it.”
His eyes surveyed me as I waited for his response.
“Well, fuck you.” I turned back to the television and flicked it on, and then began scrolling through the channels before eventually turning on Netflix.
“Turn the television off.”
I gave him the finger, selecting an Adam Sandler movie from the list and pressing play. I wasn’t surprised when Kyle reached across me and snatched the remote from my fingertips. Turning off the television, he sat waiting for me to acknowledge him.
I made him wait a minute before turning in my seat and facing him. “All right. What do you want?”
Hunger flickered in his eyes, and I groaned inwardly. “Besides fucking me again. What is it your people are after?” I asked the question even though I was pretty sure I knew already.
Kyle draped his arm across the back of the sofa and smiled. “All right. It’s as simple as this. We want to know where your sister and her boyfriend Tanner are.”
“Why would you want my sister? My sister is the biggest goody-goody you could ever meet. The perfect church girl.”
“We don’t want your sister, not exactly.”
I nodded. “Tanner. I see.” If I knew where they were, I’d have happily given up the information, but I didn’t. I just couldn’t let Kyle know that, not yet anyhow. Him thinking I knew where they were was the only thing keeping me alive at this moment.
“What did they do? Why do you want them?”
He leaned forward and ran his index finger along my jaw. I was tempted to bite it, but didn’t. Damned good thing it wasn’t his dick. Despite my anger, his touch still sent shivers through me. I couldn’t help there was still a physical attraction. Regardless of how horrible of a human being he was, he could still give me pleasure, so he was at least somewhat useful.
“Your turn to talk. Give a little and get a little, baby.”
“Hmm. See here’s the problem though. Once I tell you what I know, you’ll no longer have use for me. What stops you from killing me after that?” I shook my head. “I at least want answers before I take that risk.”
“Oh baby.” He lowered his hand from my lip and to my thigh. Slowly, he moved his hand up my inner thigh and under the loose leg of the pair of boxers. I inhaled deeply as his hand got closer and closer to the apex between my legs. By the time his fingertips were an inch away, I was uncomfortably wet. “I will always have a use for you.”
Just when I thought he was about to slip his digits into me, he pulled his hand away and sat back. I released the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, making him grin. Even though he was smiling, I could see it took a fair amount of willpower to pull his hand away.
“Okay. Fine. I’ll give a bit more. Where do you want me to start?”
“Who are you?”
His grin widened. “I told you.”
“So Kyle is your real name?”
He nodded. “My real name. I’m indeed from a wealthy family who runs a very profitable business. I work for my father, hopefully not for long, but for now, that’s how it is.”
“What kind of business?” Pulling my knees up, I hugged them to my chest, propping my head on my knees. Knowledge was power and I was hoping I could get as much information as possible from him before he caught on and put a stop to my questions.
“We do a lot of things.”
He was being deliberately coy, attempting to draw me in. “Like?”
“Firearms smuggling. Drugs. Trafficking. If it’s illegal, we do it.”
“You mean human trafficking?”
He nodded.
I chewed at my lower lip as I processed the information. I should have been appalled. Normal people would be. But it didn’t affect me, I felt nothing. Okay, well, maybe now it was affecting me, but up until I met Kyle, it wasn’t something that had a factor on my life. As callas as that sounds, it was true. Staring into Kyle’s eyes, I could see he expected my response, which was cold detachment from the topic.
“So what do you do for this company your father runs?”
He shrugged spreading his hands out. “I retrieve people.”
“Like girls?”
He slowly shook his head. “No. I don’t kidnap women and train them for export if that’s what you’re asking. I seek out people my father’s organization is looking for and deal with the issue.”
“So, I’m an issue?”
His eyes grew cold, and he slowly nodded. “You’re a big issue in my father’s eyes. And if it weren’t for me, you’d already be shipped back home and in the hands of a man far worse than I could ever be.”
I got angry all over again. “So, I’m supposed to be thanking you, is that it?”
“If you knew what would happen to you in the hands of my co-worker, you would be on your knees sucking me off and pledging your everlasting love and devotion.”
I could see from his expression he was dead serious. Before he abducted me, I’d always felt like he was holding something back, as if he were wearing a mask I could only partially penetrate. But now, everything was clear. All his thoughts and emotions – or lack thereof in regards to emotions.
“Sorry to be ungrateful,” I said, sarcasm dripping from my tone. Instead of anger, I saw amusement dancing in his eyes.
“You’re forgiven. Now let’s get back on track. Hit me with your questions.”
“Okay, how do you know what happened to my father?”
“Because my associates helped stage the crime scene.”
“Do you know who killed my father?”
He slowly nodded his head, his expression smug.
“So the mugging, that was all a set-up?”
When he nodded a second time, I screamed I knew it in my head. Coming off of my sister being kidnapped, it had made zero sense. Why the police couldn’t see what I clearly could was beyond infuriating.
I leaned forward. “Was it my sister? Did she kill him? Or was it that asshole she took off somewhere with?” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I cringed inwardly. I hoped he didn’t read very far into my words.
I wasn’t to be so lucky.
It was his turn to lean forward as he eyed me with suspicion, as if searching my brain for confirmation of the answer I’d unwittingly given him already. I expected him to question me on it, but he didn’t. Instead, he leaned back against the sofa.
But - he knew and I knew he knew.
After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke, “Do you know what your father enjoyed doing when away from the limelight? His secret passion?”
I shook my head. “What are you talking about?” Despite my words, there was something in the back of my brain that knew exactly what he was talking about – I just didn’t know it yet.
Kyle laughed, as he stared so deeply into my eyes it made me uncomfortable. “Have you ever heard of the Proverbs 31 Killer?”
It took me a moment, but random recollectio
ns and news reports came to me. When I thought a moment longer, I believe he was mentioned in one of my criminology classes. “Some serial killer. Murdered women leaving his mark on their chest. I vaguely recall hearing stories of him.”
Kyle’s expression became unreadable, and it started to sink in.
Memories, so many memories came crashing in around me – as vivid as if they were yesterday. It was like a floodgate which had been tightly held in place had broken open. “Holy fuck!”
Chapter 15
18 years ago
Rebecca
“Daddy?” I called out into the night air. Where did he go? Opening the car door, I slid out of the car. He said he’d only be a minute. It seemed like a lot of minutes had gone by.
I yawned. Balling my hands into fists, I rubbed my eyes. It was bedtime, so why wasn’t I home, snug in bed yet?
Looking back at the comfy back seat of the car, I thought about getting back in. I really wanted to go to sleep. But noise coming from the small building my dad had gone into caught my attention again.
I’d go get daddy, and we’d go home. Then I’d get into my own bed instead of a stupid car. Deciding that was what I was going to do for sure, I slowly made my way towards the building.
It was creepy outside. It was dark, and the only light was from the moon and a light flickering in the window of the tiny house. Maybe it wasn’t a house. I stopped walking towards the building and gave it a good look over. No, it wasn’t a house. It was a…
SHED!
That’s what it was, a shed. I smiled, proud of myself for remembering the word.
“Daddy,” I called out.
Still no response. It was pretty windy outside, so maybe he couldn’t hear me. Daddy had told me to stay in the car. He’d been very serious.
I stopped walking and looked back at the car again. Maybe I should go back. If I went to find him, he’d be angry. Really angry. But maybe not. Maybe he got hurt? Maybe daddy needed me?
“Daddy,” I called again as I approached the door. As I reached for the door handle, I heard a scream. My whole body froze in terror. Who was screaming? Why was she screaming?
