by Cindy Pike
“He’ll be lucky if one of us doesn’t kill him.” I warn him, letting on to just how much I’m willing to do to keep her safe.
“I’m more than with you on that, brother.”
“No thanks needed, just help me make her safe.” I respond to his thanks before I hang up and go back to my room. Nora’s still sleeping peacefully where I left her. Plugging my phone in, I carefully get back into bed and curl my body around hers. She barely moves an inch.
“I’m gonna find him and make you safe, Honey.” Whispering softly into her hair, I make my promise. My phone dings with a text so I roll away from Nora and check it.
Silas: I’m in. Whatever it takes.
Thank fuck, things would’ve been a lot harder, despite my hesitations to include Heath and him.
Kyle: Whatever it takes.
I send that back and then stare up at the ceiling trying to organize all the things we’ll need to do to find Jason fucking Miller.
Nora
When I open my eyes in the morning Kyle’s right next to me and he’s a beautiful sight. I just look at his strong features until I can’t hold it any longer. Nature calls and I get out of bed trying not to wake him.
I use the bathroom and brush my snarled hair, by the time I’m done I feel like my arm is going to fall off and I’m in desperate need of a coffee. When I leave the bathroom, the smell of coffee nearly brings me to my knees with gratitude. I look to the bed and see a steaming cup on the nightstand next to my side. I almost trip over my own feet in my haste to get to the liquid gold, but I just barely manage to not fall flat on my face. I get the cup in my hands and take the first blessed sip when Kyle’s chuckle reaches my ears.
“Good morning, Honey. How are you feeling? Sore?” Kyle has on a pair of boxers (shame) and he’s got a coffee cup in his hand taking a sip after he asks me that. I check my body, it’s a bit sore, but in a delicious way.
“A bit sore, but a good sore.” I smile at him over the rim of my cup. The coffee is perfect, just the way I take it. He holds out a couple ibuprofens and I take them even though the pain is nothing I can’t handle.
“I need to say a few things before anything else, please.” I need him to know what losing him would mean to me, especially after what we shared last night.
“Okay, I’m listening.”
“I don’t recognize myself anymore, not since meeting all of you guys. It’s in a good way. I used to be so afraid of making any kind of real or meaningful connection with anyone that I locked myself away so deep inside of me that not even I could find me. You, all of you, helped me find myself again. That’s what you’d be taking away from me if you say you can’t do this, Kyle. You’d be taking a piece of me.” Done with my little speech I try to even out my breaths as they’ve become labored with my emotions. Kyle skips right over what I’ve just said and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed.
“Ready to have our talk about being responsible in our sex life, now you got that off your chest?” In an uncharacteristic way, Kyle jumps right into things, sort of. He’s skirting around what I just said, but I’m hoping we’ll get back to that. “I get tested after every partner and before every partner.” He pulls out a paper from his bedside drawer and hands it to me. It’s a bunch of words and numbers that make no sense to me, but I get the gist of it. He’s clean, zero diseases.
“Okay, I got tested after Jason and haven’t been with anyone since. So, I’m also clean, but if you want, I can get another screening.” I don’t want him to think I’m not willing to prove I won’t give him anything.
“You don’t have to; they did that test when you were in the hospital after you were attacked in the alley behind Flynn’s bar.” I vaguely remember that now that he’s said it.
“That’s right, I forgot. My mind wasn’t exactly focused at that time.” He nods in understanding then moves on to the next issue.
“I’m not ready for kids and we have the others to think about and how that would work, when or if we get to that point. I’m good with using condoms if you don’t want to load your body up with synthetic hormones and don’t want to go on the pill.” It’s sweet that he’s thinking like that.
“I’ve got a chip.” I lift my arm and show him the slight bump on the inner upper portion of my left arm. He runs his finger over it. “I got it after Jason, as one way to help protect myself should anything like that ever happen again. I know it’s silly, but,” I try to explain my reasons, but Kyle interrupts me.
“It’s not silly, anything you did after him is how you coped with what that motherfucker did to you. You don’t have to explain anything to me unless you want to.” Kyle holds my hand with his free one.
“Okay, so we’re good to go, if you don’t want to use condoms.” He’s so fucking thoughtful; I feel tears sting the backs of my eyes. I quickly blink them away, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“Let’s see what the others have to say before we make that decision.” He’s thinking of the others.
“So, you’re okay with all this now? Me dating all of you?” I word vomit, then just look at him in fear of his answer.
His eyes get soft and he takes our cups (a dangerous thing, taking my coffee) and sets them on the nightstand next to him. He gathers me into his arms and we stand there in each other’s embrace as he lays it out for me.
“Seeing Jason put you in the backseat of that car halfway killed me. Knowing I wasn’t going to be able to get to you, or him in time before he left, brought me that much closer.” He holds up his hand and has his pointer finger and thumb extended as far from each other as they’ll go, showing just how much. “When I had to watch him touching you and there was nothing I could do without risking your life. It made me see things I had already started to see differently; they snap into sharp focus. I’m all in, you’re more than enough for me and I don’t give two fucks if that means you’re with the other four. I’m already more than half way in love with you and it won’t take much to bring me completely there.” My heart that had just settled, ramps into over drive at his words. I jump on him in all my nakedness knocking him down to the bed and kiss the shit out of him. I’m so fucking happy not just that he’s going to give this a real try, but about the things he said about him loving me. We make out for a bit and I’m disappointed when he won’t let things go any farther. I know I’m pouting when he pulls me away from his next words.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, but you’re already sore and I don’t want to make things unpleasant for you. Come on let’s get some breakfast then head over to Flynn and Owen’s.” Kyle stands and gives my ass a quick swat before he gets a light grey tee and some black boy short underwear from his dresser for me tossing them my way. Then he gets a pair of dark grey sweats and pulls them on. We walk out to the kitchen holding hands and have some breakfast. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, and if I knew what was coming next, I would’ve savored the feeling a little longer.
Epilogue
Far From Home (The Raven) by Sam Tinnesz
I was so goddammed close! The burning in my shoulder makes me hiss in pain. That motherfucker got me, but only just. I had her and then that mother fucking asshole had to interfere! I’ve waited so long and come so far. It was so good to feel her in my arms again. She smelled differently than before; I can fix that. I was so sure if I got her away from those overbearing cock suckers that she’d see reason and realize that we are meant to be together. That’s why she’s saved herself for me all these years. She hasn’t even dated anyone since she’s been with me. That has to mean she’s been saving herself for me. It has too. She’s mine, my Little Whore. It doesn’t really matter I’ll get her again and when I do, I’ll be ready.
I unlock the door to the storage space I’ve rented and go inside. It’s dark so I flick the switch and the fluorescent lights flicker before staying on with that low electrical humming noise they all emit. Bypassing the metal table, I go to my cot, grabbing the first aid kit to tend the graze on my s
houlder and lay down. Being in prison all those years taught me the things I need and things that are just for comfort. I found out quickly that I don’t need much, and soon I’ll have all I need, once I get her here with me. I’ve got to get her. Filled with sudden rage at her living with those other men I punch the wall, not hard enough to hurt myself but enough to feel the sting of pain. Flexing my hand a few times, I turn and sit on the edge of the cot. My eyes close and I play the picture of Nora under me, getting to be her first, and the feel of her glorious pussy as I sink into her again and again.
I unzip my pants and take my dick in my hand, stroking myself like I’ve had to do for far too long, remembering the feeling of her hot silk. My breathing becomes rapid as I climb closer and closer to my climax. I work my hand faster until I tip over the edge of bliss. I hover there for a minute before reality slips back in and I look at the mess I’ve made on myself. Sloppy, and not nearly as satisfying as the real thing from my memory. I grab some paper towels and wipe off my cum and my disappointment goes with it. Tucking myself back in to my jeans I move over to the metal table and pull out the drawer filled with all the implements I’ve gathered to use on Nora, for her punishment and my pleasure. She can’t expect to get away with staying with those men and not see any consequences for it. I lightly roll the pinwheel I’ve sharpened over my palm. Not carefully enough as one of the spikes pricks my skin, drawing a bead of blood. I let it well before I lick it from my hand. There is a knock on the door of the storage unit I’ve rented, so I go over and open it.
There’s a woman standing there and she gives me a wide smile. She looks nothing like Nora, I can barely stand her in my presence, but she’s proved useful.
“Where is she?” The woman tries to lean around me to look inside.
“I don’t have her, one of those God damn guys showed up and I narrowly managed to get away.” I grind out from my clenched jaw. Her face falls for a second while she’s thinking. I’m surprised I don’t smell smoke coming from her attempt, she’s so stupid. Nothing like my Nora. Her face lights up with whatever harebrained thought she’s just come up with.
“Want me to soothe you?” I sigh, but even though I’ve just had a release I step back and let her in. She’ll be at least a slight distraction until I can come up with a new plan. She slips past me, being obvious in her attempts at seduction as she brushes her small breasts against my chest. I close and lock the door with my key, pocketing it before I turn around and give the pathetic woman a look from head to toe. She smiles thinking she’s managed to accomplish her goal of turning me on. Really, I’m thinking of all the things I’d like to do to Nora. That does the trick every time. I approach her and turn her around so I don’t have to look at her face, making it easier for me to think of Nora in her place instead.
“You wanna play a game?” I ask her as I trail my fingers down her shoulder and lower, causing goose bumps to break out on her bare arm.
“I like to play sex games, any games.” She emphasizes the words any. Oh, how I hope that’s true because I feel like making some marks on this body to help sate my unquenched appetite. I pick up a ball gag from the rolling small chest of drawers and secure it around her mouth, making it tight.
She squirms and lifts her hands to take it off or loosen it but I snatch them back and hold them in one of my own while I search for the zip ties I’ve got stored in one of the drawers. I slip them over her small hands and pull the end tight. She starts to struggle and put her weight against me to create space between her and the table. It brings me back to when Nora did the same thing and my dick starts to get hard.
“That’s it, my Little Whore, fight me, just like last time.” I whisper next to her ear before I shove her head over onto the table top. It makes a loud clanging noise making it music to my ears. Holding my hand there to keep her in place I move my other hand down her neck and spine to her inadequate ass. I give it a hard squeeze hoping it’ll leave a bruise. She tries to kick out at me and I use my foot to spread her legs apart so she can use her feet just enough to stabilize herself.
“Stay right here and don’t move or I might nick you.” Retrieving a pair of medical scissors, I trail them down her back to the bottom of her shirt as her slim body goes still. I wish she had Nora’s curves. Moving my hand from her head to hold her shirt up, I open the blades so her shirt is between the them and cut the shirt all the way to the top. Then I lift the edge of her shorts and begin to cut them as well, she jerks and I lean into her with my hips. I feel a hard throb in my cock and I have to close my eyes at the pleasure that ripples down my spine.
“If you want to do this the hard way, I’m more than fine with that, Nora.” Her name slips from my lips I’m getting so lost in my fantasy. The woman makes a noise trying to talk around the gag but it’s all muffled and I don’t give a fuck. The rapid rising and falling of my chest with each breath makes my nipples rub against the inside of my shirt and I quickly whip it off so I can feel her skin against mine.
Getting impatient I drop the scissors and grab both sides of the cut I started giving a good pull on each side. The ripping sound is like a symphony to my ears and I have to rest my head on her back. When I do, she tries again to get up so I lay my body over hers.
“This is going to happen no matter how much you struggle and fight me. In fact, that’s just getting me harder, so keep it up, Little Whore.” My voice is quiet but she hears me and freezes, her breathing kicking up a few more notches at my warning. After a beat she really tries to fight me and I revel in it playing with her, letting her think she has a chance, when I’m far stronger and bigger than her. Being in prison didn’t make me soft, if anything it made me realize how weak I was beforehand. I did what I had to in order to survive. I made nice with the right people and did favors for the inmates that ran things on the inside. I learned quite a lot, I should really thank Nora, after I punish her, of course.
Ready to be done with this part of the game, I lift the still struggling woman up and slam her back down on the table. A loud noise from the impact rings out and she stops her efforts to get away. I lift her hands while she’s trying to catch her breath and secure them to a hook I’ve added there just for opportunities like this. Then I use the straps I’ve secured around the table legs and put them over her ankles making sure she can’t slip them out. She’s got her breath back now and she thrashes around ineffectually. I undo my pants and let them fall down my muscled thighs before I climb onto the table and kneel between her spread legs.
My dick stands up at attention and the look on her face is beautifully horrified. Now she knows what she’s in for, a twisted smile crosses my face and I run my hand over her dry pussy, not that I give a fuck. That’s all part of the fun! I lift up and line myself up with her and I look into her tear-filled eyes as I give a hard thrust and wrap myself in her heat. She makes agonized noises the entire time and it’s like a lovely symphony to my ears. I close my eyes and picture Nora beneath me until I find my climax then I rest on top of the weeping sad excuse of a woman under me. She was nowhere near as satisfying as Nora, but I didn’t expect her to be. I climb off the table and pull my pants up, securing the fastenings. The woman is finally silent in her weeping now that things are done and she can’t escape the truth of what just happened. I look at her face and focus on the falling tears.
“You’re such a fucking disappointment.” Then I grab the scalpel from one of the drawers attached to the table and slide it partially across her neck. Her hot blood trickles out from the small cut I’ve made, not wanting to kill her just yet. She tries to jerk away from me with real terror for her life in her eyes now.
“I’m not going to kill you, yet. I might need to do this again before I can get Nora here.” I close my eyes and think of Nora and what I just did. Oh, the things I’m going to do to you, Nora my Little Whore…
Lost Soul Playlist
Wrong Side of Heaven by Five Finger Death Punch
Cold Blooded by Zayde Wolf
Don’t You
Cry for Me – Cobi
Breathing Oxygen – Zayde Wolf
Home – Machine Gun Kelly, X Ambassadors, Bebe Rexha
I Don’t Know About You – Chris Lane
Horns – Bryce Fox
Bad Luck – Adam Jensen
Mr. Sandman – SYML
Beautiful Crazy – Luke Combs
If You Want Love – NF
Brave – Zayde Wolf
Darkside – Ty Dollar Sign & Future
What Lies Beneath – Breaking Benjamin
I Want It – Two Feet
You Say – Two Feet
Show Me – Kid Ink & Chris Brown
River – Bishop Briggs
Running from the Night – Gaits
The Ones That Don’t Make It Back Home – Justin Moore
Burning Man – Andrew Watt
I Fall Apart – Post Malone
Even if it Hurts – Sam Tinnesz
Work Song – Hozier
Far From Home (The Raven) - Sam Tinnesz
If you would like to listen to the music while you read here is the link for the playlist on YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLk66BAX5ojxIwrc_HaTLEDq4ByN8xb6W_
