Trapping Sophia: Disciples 6

by Sweet, Izzy

  His upper body is angled more toward his right side and his head his over my left shoulder, but otherwise he’s covering me enough to satisfy my need.

  “Yes,” I say and sigh again, content, as I nuzzle my face back into the side his throat.

  We fall back into silence and eventually his breathing begins to deepen and slow.

  My breathing slows to match his until our chests are moving in perfect sync.

  With his weight pushing down on me so I don’t float away, I finally fall asleep.

  Feeling safe and protected in the cage he’s made for me with his body.

  * * *

  A steady throb between my thighs pulls me out of my light slumber. The growing persistence forcing me awake.

  Though I slept and found some rest, it wasn’t very deep.

  I drifted somewhere between my dreams and reality.

  The weight of James’s body keeping my demons at bay.

  Slowly opening my eyes, the first thing I see in the early dawn light that fills the room is James’s big shoulder. He’s still spread on top of me, his arms caging me in.

  And my arms and legs are still wrapped around his chest and waist.

  I try to shift a little, noticing my ass is growing numb from being stuck in this position for too long.

  As soon as I move though, I notice something else. Another pulsing sensation. But this pulsing isn’t coming from me… it’s coming from James.

  Pinned between us and pushed up against my sex, his cock pulses against me like a strong heartbeat.

  Turning my head to the left, I look at his face.

  He’s still asleep.

  His expression peaceful, his breathing slow and deep.

  Just like when he’s happy, in his sleep, he looks so much younger. So much softer and less threatening.

  You’d never guess at the darkness that lurks beneath that beautiful face.

  Not until he opens his eyes, at least.

  And that face…

  It’s strange, but I swear, somehow, he’s becoming more and more handsome every day. It could be that it’s just now hitting me because of my grief. Slowly creeping up on me…

  But a part of me wonders if it’s not something else. Something I can’t explain.

  I watch him for a few minutes, wondering what he’s dreaming about. What runs through his unconscious brain.

  Does he dream of puppies?

  Does he dream of killing people?

  Or does he dream of me?

  Obsessing over me even in his sleep?

  A couple of days ago, the thought alone would be frightening. But now… now that I’m finally starting to realize I would be fucking lost without him, I find it heavy and heady.

  So damn heavy and heady, I can’t help but squirm again. Not because I’m uncomfortable. No, I’m not the least bit uncomfortable now.

  I’m squirming with growing need.

  With the way my core is throbbing and clenching, I’m surprised I didn’t wake up again, molesting him in my sleep.

  Last night I had to have his weight on top of me to keep me from floating away.

  Today I want him inside me again, stretching and filling me until I feel whole and complete.

  Turning my head, I start to rub my cheek against his shoulder and whisper his name. “James.”

  I want him to wake up, but I don’t want to yank him harshly out of his dreams.

  “Sophia,” he murmurs then sighs, his warm breath hitting my neck as his arms tighten around me.

  I peek back over at his face. He’s still asleep, except there’s a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips now.

  Smiling my own smile, I rub my cheek against his shoulder again. “James, please wake up.”

  He shifts his weight a little, his hard cock rubbing against my pussy.

  I freeze for a moment, my muscles locking up as a sudden burst of hot, electric desire sizzles through every vein in my body.

  When the spike of intensity finally fades away, I’m left feeling even more achy and needy. My clit throbbing so hard, it’s hard to think straight.

  “James, please, I need you,” I whisper desperately, fighting the urge to just rock my hips and take what my body craves from him.

  I don’t want to take advantage of him in his sleep.

  But if he doesn’t wake up soon…

  As if I said the magic words, James’s eyes flash open, almost immediately searching my face.

  The smile he was wearing vanishes, wiped out by a look of alarm. “What do you need, baby?”

  “You,” I groan and finally give into the urge to roll my hips to prove my point.

  Grinding myself shamelessly against his stiff length.

  “Fuck,” he grunts as I rub and work myself against him.

  Lids lowering, his eyes scorch me with instant hunger and heat.

  But he seems to hesitate.

  I don’t want him to hesitate. I don’t want him to think about anything but shoving his big cock so far up my pussy I’ll be tasting him for days.

  I couldn’t play his little games right now even if he tried to make me.

  Sinking my nails into his back, I arch up and moan in face. “Fuck me, James. Please fuck me before I—”

  The phone on the nightstand to my right begins to vibrate and ring, cutting me off with it’s annoying noise.

  James glances at the phone then back to me, looking as annoyed as I feel.

  I open my mouth with the intention of telling him to ignore it. If he answers it, I’ll fucking kill him.

  But before I even get the chance to form the first syllable, he’s shoving his tongue past my teeth as he grabs the back of my knee.

  Hitching my leg up, he slams inside me, hard and deep.

  Sparks flash in front of my eyes and the walls of my core quiver as they stretch around him. Soaking wet with my need.

  He takes a moment to kiss me, his tongue and lips devouring me with the same desperation I feel thrumming through every inch of my body, before he pulls back until just the tip of his cock remains inside me.

  The phone on the nightstand stops ringing as he tears his mouth away from mine and drives himself back into my eager pussy.

  Only to start ringing again almost immediately.

  Panting and grunting as he furiously slams his hips into my thighs, James ignores it at first. His eyes and attention locked on my face as I struggle against giving into my release too quickly.

  I don’t want to come yet…

  But I was so wound up before he thrust inside me, I already feel dangerously close to exploding and gushing all over him, me, and the sheets.

  The phone stops, then starts right back up again.

  “God fucking dammit!” James nearly roars up at the ceiling.

  Then he looks down at me, pinning me with his eyes. “I need you to be a good girl, Sophia, and be quiet while I take this call,” he grunts.

  I shake my head and groan, “You can’t…”

  Ignoring me, he reaches over and grabs the phone anyway.

  His eyes leave my face for a second as he looks to the screen.

  Then he’s pinning me again with a firm look.

  His cock still slamming in and out of me.

  “Be a good girl or I’ll stop,” he warns.

  Pressing my lips together, I lean my head back and squeeze my eyes shut. Internally cursing myself for waking up so damn horny.

  I want to fucking die when I hear him growl, “What the fuck is it?”

  I’m swallowing back my moans, but with how soaked I am, there’s no way the person on the other end of the line won’t hear all the wet, slapping noises we’re making.

  “Shit,” James curses and suddenly stills above me.

  Quickly, with an urgency that’s incredibly alarming, he asks, “What’s the ETA?”

  Opening my eyes, I see him staring down at me with clear and obvious worry before he remembers to hide his expression and looks away.

  If James is w
orried…

  Icy cold fear floods through me, chilling every drop of heat or desire I was feeling.

  “Fuck!” James shouts and shoves off me, jumping out of the bed.

  Grabbing me by the hand, he yanks me out of bed with him.

  With the phone still pressed against his ear, he tells me, “Grab your clothes quick, baby. We gotta get to the safe room.”

  “What’s going on?” I ask, while looking around for the shirt I was wearing last night.

  Pressing his finger to his lips, James shakes his head at me as he intently listens to whatever the person on the other end of the line is saying.

  If the situation wasn’t so urgent, I’d push and demand he answer me. But whatever is going on has him so freaked out, he rushes to over to his dresser, snatches a pair of pants out of a drawer, and yanks them up his body before I can blink.

  I’ve barely got his t-shirt over my head before he’s grabbing me by the hand again and tugging me out into the hallway.

  “James, wait a minute,” I plead as I struggle to get my head through the hole of the shirt and not trip and fall on my face.

  “We don’t have a minute,” he almost snaps at me, dragging me down the stairs. “Trent and that fucker Dickers are on their way here right now, and they’re bringing a small SWAT army with them.”

  At first, what he says is so ridiculous to me, I want to laugh.

  The SWAT are on the way to get us? For what?

  I mean, I’ve grown up and spent most of my life as the daughter of the Police Chief. I’ve never had to fear the police. It’s pretty much ingrained in me that they’re the good guys. They’re practically my family.

  Then the betrayal slaps me in the face and punches me in the gut all over again.

  Trent and the fucking SWAT team are on their way…

  “Shit!” I nearly shout as I finally shove my head through the damn hole then struggle to get my arms through the sleeves.

  James drags me up to the little touch screen panel next to the garage. When he lets go of my hand to punch in a bunch of commands, I take the opportunity to shove my right arm through the sleeve. Before I can get my left arm through the other sleeve, he’s grabbing me again and dragging me toward the door leading to the basement.

  “Heading to the safe room right now,” he says into the phone before lowering it a little. Stopping in front of the door, he calls out, “Mitzy!” then drops my hand to blow a shrill whistle.

  Mitzy comes running from the living room, her little pink bow bouncing with each step she takes.

  But I don’t see Fluffers anywhere…

  Bending down to pick up Mitzy, James straightens and tilts his head to the side so the phone is pressed against his shoulder. Then he yanks open the basement door and grabs my hand again.

  “Wait,” I say and tug back on my hand. “I need to get Fluffers.”

  I start to turn, meaning to do just that, but James tightens his grip on my hand and yanks me forward.

  “There’s no time,” he grunts as he drags me down the first two steps, as if that puts an end to it.

  As if she’s not important.

  “Fuck you,” I practically spit at him and dig in my heels, fighting against him as he continues to drag me down the stairs. “I’m not leaving her behind!”

  She’s the only family I have left.

  Sighing, James finally stops when we reach the bottom of the stairs and turns to look at me. “I’m sorry, baby, but there’s no time. They’re almost here. We have to get into the safe room now.”

  I shake my head and yank on my arm again. “I’m not going in there without her!”

  Growling deep in his chest, James bends down and sets Mitzy on the floor. His hand is clenched so tight around my wrist, I know there will bruises tomorrow.

  Snapping his fingers, he points toward the bookcase. Like they’ve trained to do this, Mitzy trots over to where James pointed.

  Turning back to me, he looks me hard in the eyes and growls, “She’s probably hiding, and she’ll probably be safe. You’re going in the fucking safe room, whether you like it or not.”

  I know he’s right. On some level in my brain, he’s completely right.

  Fluffers is probably curled up in the corner behind the couch or snoozing comfortably on a chair tucked under the dining room table.

  But the part of my brain that still struggles to sleep at night because of all the unlikely shit that’s happened to me that shouldn’t have happened is convinced that Fluffers will fucking die if I abandon her.

  I know what the SWAT team is capable of, and I know if they’re really coming for us, we’re seriously fucked. This house is about to be demolished. Trained with military weapons and tactics, they excel at using excessive force. It’s pretty much what they’re known for and highly encouraged.

  They’ll destroy everything in their way, and they won’t care if an innocent cat gets caught up in the crossfire.

  Meeting his hard stare with my own hard stare and hoping he realizes I won’t back down on this, I say, “I’m not abandoning her, James.”

  Jaw tightening, James looks away for a moment and shakes his head before he snaps, “Then you give me no choice.”

  The phone he was holding falls to the floor as he yanks hard on my arm, forcing me to stumble into his chest.

  When I feel both of his hands wrapping around my waist like he means to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder, I react out of pure instinct.

  Bringing up my knee, I drive it hard into his balls. So hard, I swear I hit bone somewhere.

  All the air bursts out of James and he immediately releases his hold on me. Doubling over, it sounds like he’s both gasping and choking.

  Not feeling the least bit guilty about what I did, I fucking warned him, I turn and tear up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

  When I reach the top of the stairs, James croaks, “Sophia!”

  I slam the basement door behind me.

  Glancing left to right, looking for Fluffers, I remember Mitzy came from the living room. Fluffers is probably in there somewhere.

  “Fluffers!” I yell as I head to the right. “Fluffers, come here!”

  She never comes when I call, but I’m so desperate, I’m hoping for a miracle.

  Bending down, I check under the dining room table on the way, but don’t see her. When I straighten, however, I catch movement out of the corner of my eye.

  Spinning in that direction, I expect to see Fluffers peering at me with a look of annoyance for bothering her.

  What I don’t expect to see is a man dressed head to toe in black combat gear staring at me through the front window.

  “Fuck!” I shout in surprise as the man tilts his helmet-covered head slightly to the side like he’s speaking in a headset.

  James said they were on their way, not that they were already here!

  Gripping a rifle, the man lifts one hand and motions toward the front door like he expects me to open it for him.

  Shaking my head, I back away from the window and bump into the dining room table.

  The little bump startles my brain enough to help me think clearly again. If the man wants me to open the door for them then they probably can’t get in. I can still grab Fluffers and make it back to the basement before anything happens…

  The man backs away from the window, disappearing from my line of sight. Not willing to waste another second, I run for the living room without stopping on the way.

  “Fluffers! Please come out, please!” I scream as I tear into the living room and head for the couch.

  I make it two more steps before a loud booming crash nearly knocks me off my feet.

  Stumbling and catching my balance, I whip around to see a fucking armored truck sitting where the front wall near the garage used to be.

  They must have driven it into the house…

  There’s shit everywhere, like a bomb just went off.

  The air is thick, almost foggy with dust.

  Mos
t of the debris though seems to be in front of the truck, which happens to be pushed up against the inner wall, blocking the basement door.

  The truck’s engine revs then it begins to reverse, bumping over chunks of wall and whatever else it knocked out.

  A couple of seconds later, four men dressed in black SWAT gear pour in through the truck-size hole in the front of the house. Crouched a little, with their weapons out.

  I never ever thought or dreamed I’d ever find myself on the other side like this…

  Staring down the wrong side of the barrel as four law enforcement officers come for me.

  “Freeze!” the officer taking point shouts. “Put your hands in the air where I can see them!”

  Shaking my head in horror and denial, I feel tears streaming down my cheeks as I take a step back.

  I know… I know it’s stupid and dangerous to ignore an officer’s command, but this isn’t right… They have no right to do this.

  “Freeze and put your hands up or I’ll fucking shoot!” the point man warns.

  Oh fuck… He’s willing to shoot me.

  Me.

  When the hell did the world turn sideways?

  “The fuck you will,” someone growls. Then another one of the men bumps into the point man and steps in front of him. “Back the fuck down, Dickers. It’s Sophia, for fuck’s sake.”

  The small group stops, and the point man, Dickers, straightens to his full height. “She could be compromised. There’s no telling—"

  “She is not the fucking enemy. She’s our mission, you dumb fuck,” the man in front of Dickers snaps, and I recognize his voice.

  It’s Trent.

  Trent turns toward me, and I finally see that he’s not holding a weapon at all. He’s actually wearing a black sling over his right shoulder and arm.

  “Sophia, it’s okay. Don’t be afraid.” Trent says, his voice softening. “We’re not here to hurt you. We’re here to rescue you.”

  “Rescue me?” I repeat a bit too shrilly as I take another step back. “Rescue me from what?”

  “From the sick fuck that’s holding you hostage here,” Trent almost growls as he walks forward.

  Shaking my head in denial again, I say, “I don’t want to be rescued, Trent.”

  “I told you she was fucking compromised,” Dickers snaps angrily.