by LM Terry
I brush her hair back and tuck it behind her ear. “You talked about Sophia?”
“Yes…there is something I need to tell you.” She takes a deep breath and then hesitates before saying, “um, it was because of me that she had the gun.”
I put my hand over hers to stop her from wringing her hands together. “I know Anna, I read the file. She took her own life, how she got that gun doesn’t matter.”
“I dreamed we would be free, turns out neither of us would ever be.”
“You are free Anna, I told you I was not kidnapping you,” I say.
“No, I’m not Dylan. I am hiding on this mountain waiting for Oliver to find me. It looks like freedom, but it doesn’t feel like it.”
When Anna told me she had something to tell me I expected it would be whatever her and Liam seem to be keeping from me. I don’t know what is going on. Could be that they are both just grieving. “Come on baby, let’s go in and you and I can whoop up dinner. Liam thinks he is a better cook than me. I need to show him up.”
She laughs and smiles at me. She is so beautiful when she smiles. That and the sound of her laughter makes life so much sweeter. This girl has no idea what she is doing to me. I wish I could make her forget Oliver Wright.
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Anna
Dylan pulls me up and hands me back my book. I tried to read. Usually I become so engrossed in a novel that the world could burn down around me, and I wouldn’t notice. I can’t get my mind to go there though. I have so much going on I cannot keep it all straight. Dylan, Liam…Oliver. I almost slipped and told him about our plan. I can’t tell him. He will stop us, I can’t risk that. If there is a chance to be free of Oliver, then I need to take it.
I follow him up the steps into the cabin. Liam is sitting in front of a laptop at the kitchen table. As we walk in he tells us that the cameras are all working. We peer over his shoulder. Little boxes of video feeds from around the property light up the screen. Liam clicks on one and brings up a view of the road leading to the house zooming in on it. Dylan pats him on the back.
“Good deal.” He reaches over and clicks a different image. “They all seem to work.”
I glance at the images. I wonder if I will see Brian come for me. Will I be able to just sit here and wait, knowing he is right outside my front door? A shiver rips through me. Dylan notices, he catches everything about me. He hugs me to him and kisses me on my forehead. I like it when he does this. He touches me with such ease, it makes me feel safe in his arms. The prospect of him leaving and Brian coming terrifies me. I really don’t know how I will go through with this plan.
“Anna and I will start dinner. I thought she should learn from a pro,” Dylan says.
Liam looks back at us. “You are kidding me right. If you want her to learn to cook, why don’t you let me handle this. I am the better chef and the better teacher.” He throws me a wink and a smile.
“Hmph, no way, man. Quit trying to move in on my girl.” Dylan pushes me towards the kitchen. “I would ask what you want us to make you but now you get whatever I decide.”
I giggle, I can’t help it. I love the camaraderie that these two have. I have never had a friendship as theirs. Although it seems more than that, they act more like brothers. I’m sad that Liam has to lie to Dylan. It is all my fault. Dylan had a plan, now I have clouded that vision. I always seem to cause problems for everyone.
He pushes me to the counter and sets a chopping board and knife in front of me. He grabs my chin to tip my face so that my eyes meet his. “I can trust you with this can’t I?” He grins, I know that he is teasing me. I’m sure he knows we have moved past me wanting to hurt him. I want to do things to him but stabbing him has been crossed off my list.
He laughs and backs away from me opening the fridge. He tosses a few tomatoes at me. “Let’s see how bout we start with a salad. I think you can handle that.”
“A salad. I better be getting more than that. After I made pancakes and bacon this morning,” Liam declares joining us in the kitchen. Dylan hands him a beer and pushes him. “Out, this is our kitchen tonight.”
Liam laughs and goes out to the living room. He sits down on the couch and props his feet up on the coffee table. Dylan places a few more items in front of me. “Here you go, just chop all this up and toss it in the bowl. Then I’ll show you how to make the dressing. What else should we have? Do you like lasagna?”
I shake my head yes. I’m about to correct myself and speak the word but before I do he presses me into the counter and wraps his arms tightly around my stomach. He bites my earlobe. “Words baby.” I peek up to see if Liam is noticing what is going on in the kitchen. He has picked up the remote and is flipping stations with his back to us.
I turn my head slightly to the side and whisper so that only Dylan can hear, “Yes sir.” I bite my bottom lip and wait for his reaction. When I called him sir in the bathroom this morning, it seemed to drive him a little crazy.
He slips his hand under my shirt and finds my breast running his thumb over my nipple. I brace my arms on the counter as his other hand finds its way down the front of my shorts and dips inside my panties. “Anna, Anna what am I going to do with you,” he rumbles in my ear.
His finger slips inside me and I bite back a groan. This feels too naughty with Liam sitting on the couch just a few feet from us. He works his magic while his thumb presses firmly down on my clit. I lean my head on his chest.
Then he whispers for me to come…and I do. How did he do that? I struggle to keep the moan that is trying to escape trapped behind my lips. I tremble in his arms. Dylan holds me tightly against him, ensnaring me between his hard body and the counter.
After my post orgasm tremors stop he pulls away from me. I turn my head slightly and risk a glance at him. He smiles slowly and then sucks his finger into his mouth. “Mm, delicious,” he says a little too loud.
Liam stands and comes out to the kitchen. “Hey, if there is any taste testing going on I don’t want to be left out.”
I turn back to my chopping duties. Dylan meanders to the sink to wash his hands.
“Try one, the tomatoes are tasty,” he says. Liam reaches around me and grabs a chunk of tomato popping it into his mouth then heads to the fridge to grab another beer.
What am I doing? I had my first orgasm yesterday morning. Now I’m standing in the kitchen having one in mere minutes in front of an unsuspecting bystander. Anna, I scold myself, this is not right. Why does being bad feel so damn good? I think Dylan could just tell me to come without even touching me and I would. He has more control over my body than I do.
Throughout dinner, I sense Dylan’s eyes on me. I don’t dare look at him. I might self-combust if I do. He showed me how to make the lasagna, casually bumping into me the entire time. He is working me up, priming me for what is to come.
“So, Anna you said you didn’t get to leave the ranch often, before that I assume you were at the estate most of the time. If you could go anywhere where would it be?” Dylan says as he reaches over pouring me another glass of wine.
“I don’t know. I haven’t given it much thought.” I take a drink, savoring the rich flavor as it runs down my throat. One glass would have been enough, but it helps relax me.
“Oh, come on now, surely there is somewhere or something you have always wanted to do or to see? You’ve read a lot so someplace in one of your books?” Dylan asks, trying his best to encourage me to open to them.
I stare into my wineglass. The liquid gives me courage. I can share a piece of myself with these two men. “Well, yes, I guess there are plenty of places I would like to visit. I just don’t consider it much. The chances I will see anything besides this cabin and Oliver’s new residence are slim.”
Liam speaks up, “Anna, don’t think like that. You are young, you will have lots of experiences.”
I look at him. I see the empathy in his eyes. I don’t want to think about Oliver, so I answer Dylan’s question before this conversation gets too de
ep. Liam is about to spill our plan. He is feeling sorry for me. “I would like to visit an ocean. We flew over one, but it was night and I couldn’t see anything.”
“You amaze me Anna.” Dylan says looking at me admiringly.
“Why? Doesn’t everyone want to go to the ocean at least once? I didn’t think it was that special,” I say confused by his response.
“With your fear of water, I am surprised that it is the one thing you would like to do.”
I shrug my shoulders. “I didn’t say I wanted to get in the ocean. I’ve been so close my whole life but never close enough. It is beautiful here though. The mountains are unbelievable. I can’t complain.”
Liam yawns into the back of his hand and stretches in his chair. “I’ll do the clean-up since you guys did the cooking. I’m heading to bed early. I still have a little jet-lag.” He looks at me like he doubts our plan. I shouldn’t have said those things. He is feeling guilty it is written all over his face.
Dylan nods towards the room Liam has been occupying. “Turn in, we got this.” He stands and gathers dishes from the table.
“Okay if you say so. I’m not going to argue, the beers did me in.” He leans down and kisses me on the cheek. “Sweet dreams, Anna.” He then punches Dylan in the arm before pulling him into a bro hug. “Good night, brother.”
I watch him walk down the hall leaving Dylan and I alone. Dylan starts the water in the sink. I’m suddenly shy again. I realize what is next. I glance towards the stairs. He approaches me and brushes my hair to the side, nuzzling my neck.
“Anna, I want you to go upstairs and wait for me. I will finish cleaning up.” He crouches down beside me and rubs his hand over my thigh. “Undress and be kneeling on the floor when I come up.” He stands and kisses me on the top of my head. He grabs a few more dishes before going back to the sink.
Shit. What do I do? He wasn’t asking, why does part of me like that. My stomach does that flip-flop thing again as I reflect on what he said. Each time I’m with him things seem to escalate. If I’m honest with myself it scares me a little. I chew on my bottom lip and look at the stairs willing my legs to move. Finally, I obey. I make my way up slowly.
I stand in the bedroom and wonder how much time I have before he comes up. What if he gets up here before I’m naked and kneeling what would he do? The bad girl wants to find out, but the good girl wants to please him. I hear the dishwasher turn on downstairs. I quickly close the door and pull my shirt over my head as I do.
I crouch down on the floor near the end of the bed. He said to kneel, what does he mean? Does he want me on all fours, head down or up? So many questions why didn’t I get clarification. Adrenaline pumps through my veins and prompts my fight or flight response. Just as I consider locking myself in the bathroom I hear his footsteps come up the stairs. I kneel with my head lowered and sit my butt on my heels placing my hands on my knees in front of me.
It seems to take him forever for him to reach the top. My heart pounds. My mind races to the day that Sophia pulled me to the floor and the punk rocker came in. I tremble as I think back. The door opens, I’m almost expecting to look up and see Mr. Punk Rock. He is dead Anna, Oliver killed him. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. My excitement is slowly turning to fear. Why does this always happen?
I keep my eyes focused on the ground trying to get myself together. Dylan has watched me lose it more times than I care to admit. He stops in front of me. I stare at his boots. I repeat over and over to myself, this is Dylan, it is Dylan, not punk rocker, it is Dylan. He touches my head and runs his palm down the length of my hair.
“Anna, look at me,” he says and squats down, cupping my face in his large hand.
I immediately breathe a little easier seeing him. He is studying me intensely. Relief washes through me. It’s just him and I.
My body reacts to the fact I am naked, and he is fully clothed. Something about this whole scene is incredibly sexy. He continues to rub my cheek, gazing deep into my eyes.
“Anna, before we go any further we should talk.” He sits down and leans his back against the foot of the bed, pulling me to sit between his legs. “I realize you are inexperienced. I do not want to scare you away from anything, so we will come up with a safe word. If while we are together, you need me to stop I want you to use your word and I will stop. I promise you I will stop no questions asked.”
“Water,” I say without even contemplating.
“Okay baby. I know that you are afraid of water, we are going to work on that. But we can use that word. So, if you want me to stop or if you need a little more time, you will say water. Do you understand?”
I shake my head then stop myself. “Yes, I understand.”
“Is there anything you absolutely don’t want me to do or try with you? You are new to all of this. We will move slow but if there is something you know about right off the bat, we should talk about it.”
He has his arms around me and rubs his hands over my stomach gently. I think about it. A few weeks ago, you wouldn’t have gotten me to believe I would be taking showers with or kneeling for anyone on my own accord. My life has been flipped upside down over the last few months. Recently my mind has been consumed with Dylan.
“It’s okay. If you can’t think of anything that is fine, just promise me you will use your word if you need to. I will push you Anna. You need to know this. All I ask is that you try to trust me. I won’t take you farther than you can go but I will absolutely stop if you need.”
He gives me a few more minutes to think.
“Um, there is one thing,” I say.
“What is it? No judgement here. It’s just you and me.”
“Um, would it be okay if you never called me kitten?” I never want to hear that when I’m with Dylan. He can call me anything but that.
I am trusting him enough to try new things. I’m not sure I will like them all, but I want to try. If I don’t like something he said he will stop. I don’t want to say anything is off limits.
“Why? Kittens are cute and cuddly just like you.” He tickles my sides making me laugh. I wiggle around in his arms.
“You can call me anything else. I don’t like that pet name.” I reply as I try to break free from him.
“All right then, no kitten calling. Anything else?” he asks hauling me to our original position.
“No, sir,” I say trying to catch my breath.
When I call him sir or run from him, it always seems to cause an instantaneous response. I can sense the change. He becomes quiet. His hands halt over my stomach. He shifts slightly and plucks something out of his pocket. He reaches around me and covers my eyes with a blindfold.
I wasn’t expecting this. I can’t see anything. He ties the black material behind my head then draws me back into his embrace. He doesn’t speak, we just sit there for a few minutes. He is giving me time to adjust.
I jump at the sound of his voice. “Up. I will help you.” He gently scoots me back and tugs me to stand with him. He wraps something soft around my wrists. I realize he is tying them together. I try to pull away, but he halts my escape and tugs at the restraint. It is snug, but it does not hurt.
He walks me over to the wall and pushes my back up against it, raising my arms above my head. “Don’t move, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I reply shakily. Should I say my safe word? He told me to use it. I should just say it. No. I should wait, he isn’t hurting me. If I could see then I would at least know what to expect. He drifts away from me. Where did he go? It seems like I have been standing here a long time. Just say the word and then this will stop.
“I wish you could see how incredibly beautiful you are,” he says.
I relax at the sound of his voice. He is close. I shift my weight back and forth on each leg, my self-consciousness rears its ugly head. “Dylan…”
“Shh, it’s okay, baby.”
The heat of his body blankets me. He places his lips on mine and gently kisses me, demanding that I open to hi
m. His warmth and scent calm me. I try to focus on keeping my hands above my head. He backs away. I twitch as he places a vibrating object just below my collarbone then drifts down over one breast, pausing over my nipple then the other.
I press into the wall, trying to remain standing. The vibration makes it nearly impossible to stay still. He moves it lower over my abdomen. I know where this is going. I try to steel myself for what is coming. He taps my foot with his instructing me to spread my legs farther apart for him.
The minute the vibrator meets my clit, I explode into an orgasm. He pushes himself close and holds it there. I lean into his chest, keeping my hands above me pressed to the wall. Fuck. Finally, he shuts it off and backs away from me. I rest my head back and struggle to catch my breath. My legs are jelly. I’m afraid of sliding down the surface unable to hold myself up.
A swish echoes through the air before the sting of a thousand licks dash across my stomach. What the fuck. The pain is easing as another lash strikes. Fire ignites my breasts. He is whipping me with something. It stings, it hurts…it turns the burner on between my legs
His hands are on my shoulders. “What is your word Anna?”
What? Oh yes, my word. “Water.”
“Good girl. Use it if you need to baby.” He kisses me hard and turns me around, letting me lower my arms in front of me, they tingle. I try to shake them to get the blood pumping again as a swoosh cuts through the air. The whip licks my ass.
“Ah, fuck,” I groan.
My body is humming. I rest my head on the wall. Something about having Dylan behind me turns me on. He rubs his hand over my bottom. He brings the whip up again letting it lick lower. Whipping. Rubbing. Torturing. Worshiping. He finishes and drops it to the floor.
My legs tremble. He moves close and reaches around tweaking my nipples with both hands. I roll my head to the side pressing my cheek against the wall. Every nerve in my body is waiting, begging, pleading, dying for his attention. He turns me harshly and pushes my back to the wall. My excitement skyrockets as I sense his spike.
