Torran

by ChaShiree M.

  At the moment, the more pressing issue is one of my orders has come up missing. A dress order came through from Governor Radnor’s wife, Isabel, for the Governors Ball tomorrow night. There is nothing difficult with her order, except she requested Swarovski crystals to line the bodice at the top of it in a vine like pattern. I don’t have jewels like that on hand. They have to be special order.

  So, I did order them along with a few other things. When I got the order in today, there are no crystals. I just got off the phone with the supply company and they say, that they got an email last week canceling the order. The person was claiming to be my assistant. The problem is, I don’t have an assistant. In fact, I have no employees. Everyone that I work with works with me, not for me. And the truth is, this not the first time something weird has happened.

  It started off with small things happening. Like, copies I requested from the print shop are not done, shipments delayed on ‘my orders’ though I have done no such thing. All of it has been little things like that. At first, I thought I was losing it. But now, with something this big I know I’m not. I have no clue who would want to do this to me.

  Shit!!! I have no clue what I am going to do. The dress is done, but I need the crystals to finish it. There is no way I can locate that much bling in this short a time. Unless…. Hell. I could ask Torran. But then I would have to tell him about everything that has been going on. And he is going to be pissed. But, there is nothing else I can do. Well here goes nothing. I pick up my phone and call him.

  “Hey Pearl. You at the shop?”

  “Yea.” I say, nervousness clearly audible in my voice.

  “Baby, what’s wrong?”

  “I need a really big favor.”

  “Anything Migan. Tell me what’s going on.”

  “I need 280 Swarovski crystals. Like now.”

  “Shit babe. That’s a tall order. But nothing is too much for you. I will be there within the hour.” And just like that, he became not only the man I love and the father of my child, but my hero.

  He comes thru the door 45 minutes later carrying a large velvet bag. I run to him, needing to feel his arms around me, so I know everything is going to be ok. When he wraps both his arms around my waist, I relax into him. I have never felt as safe as I do when I’m in his embrace. He kisses my head, soothing me and rocking me back and forth. Instinctively, he knows something is wrong and I love how in tune he is to me. He finally pulls away and looks me in the eye.

  “Start talking Migan.” Well hell.

  When I am done telling him everything that has transpired in the shop and with my orders, his face is menacing and so fucking hot. I don’t know whether to run or drop my undies.

  “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me? How the hell am I supposed to protect you if you keep shit from me. FUCK!!!” He roars as he is flipping over a chair. He paces back and forth, running his hands thru his head, muscles tight and tense, with veins bulging out of his neck as he flips his shit. I should be backing away or something, right? Wrong. I am walking towards him with my panties dripping wet, stuck to my pussy, and my thighs sticky as they rub together coated in my arousal. I know he can smell me. Hell I can smell myself. I am so eager and hungry for his feral-ness, that I can barely walk as I make my way to him.

  “Torran.” I whisper. Not out of fear, but simple need. Plain and simple.

  “Don’t fucking touch me right now Pearl. I am not in control. The thought of someone trying to hurt you, turns me into a madman. If you don’t stop touching me, I’m not sure I can contain myself with you.” Oh god. My knees are all but buckling. I want him to lose control. What is wrong with me?

  “Torran. I need…..” before I can finish that sentence he turns on me. His gruff beard does nothing to hide the devious smirk, that flits across his face.

  “What do you need Pearl? Tell me.” he says pining me to the counter behind me. The words evade me. All I manage is a moan and a mewl from my parched mouth in need of his.

  “Do you need me to be all sweet and shit. Tell you everything is going to be ok. Make love to you slowly. Is that what you need baby?” Oh. Sweet mercy.

  My breathing is shallow and rapid. Vision becoming cloudy and my mind’s getting fuzzy. He is so close, I can smell his cool water cologne and musk. Both are making my dry mouth water for him. I want to lick him everywhere. Taste the saltiness of his sweat. Let it drip down my throat, making him a part of me in the most basic sense. But all I can do is shake my head.

  “No. Hmmm interesting. Do you want me to fuck you. Take you right here like my fucking toy, and make you scream over and over until you know you belong to me. My possession. You are my sweet little thing to love, protect, and fuck as I please. Huh. Is that what you want?” Yes. Oh god. I am going to cum and no part of him is touching me except his nose on my neck. I force myself to come back from the brink so I can nod my head. I nod frantically like a bobble head. Like the junkie, I am for his brand of fuckery. All in.

  “Then turn the fuck around, brace your hands on the counter, and spread your legs. This is going to be fast and hard baby. I need to be inside of you as if my fucking life depends on it. The need to remind myself that you are here with me and no one can hurt you.” His hands lift my skirt, pull my panties down, and before I can take my next breath he slams into me.

  “Ahhhhhhhh…..shit Torran. Oh shit.” He is not messing around. Oh fuck. His thrusts are so hard and deep. Frantic even. I can feel him slamming into me, where he is trying to come through my womb.

  “Son of a bitch. Fuck baby. Your fucking pussy loves it when I beat it to death, doesn’t it? Ah...there she is. Gripping me like damn cyclone. Take it. Fuck baby. You belong to me. Do you hear me Migan? You. Belong. To. Me.” He enunciates each word with a thrust and I can feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My orgasm is right on the tip. Here I am standing in my shop fully clothed, door unlocked, ass out, panties around my ankles, being fucked like it’s my last day on earth, and I don’t give a shit. Nothing matters right now, except racing towards the end. Getting the release only he can give to me. I haven’t answered him. He wraps his hand around my throat, which makes my pussy squeeze him harder. Huh. Apparently, I am a very kinky bitch.

  “Nobody touches what’s mine. Fuck, your pussy is amazing. I could live in your tight ass pussy and never need a drop of anything else as long as I get to feast on this cunt. You need to tell me everything from now on. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes. Oh God. Yes Torran. Please. I’m almost there. Please…..please….”

  “Good girl. Now hold on.” And with that he pushes on my back planting my face further against the counter, pulling him in deeper. When I feel his finger reach around the front and pinch my clit, I am done. I am no longer in the store, but somewhere else floating above everyone. A lifeless serene version of me looking down on my warrior as he protects me and watches over everything. Suddenly one word plants itself inside my head. Rekkr. Warrior man. My warrior man. Recalling a conversation Hailey and I had once as she relayed her family’s history and ancestry to me. I was curious enough to look it up.

  “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Migan. My Pearl. I love you so fucking much.” He says as his heat floods me on the inside. His body has still not stopped mating with mine, though he has coated me with his soul. I don’t care. In the arms of my warrior man is where I want to be. He finally pulls out, and we both slide to the floor panting and trying to catch our breath. He pulls me in closer and is holding me so tight as if he is scared I am going to disappear. When he kisses my head and whispers ‘mine’ against it, I snuggle into him feeling loved and cherished. The last thing I remember is calling him Rekkr and thinking ‘Now to tell him about the baby’.

  7

  Torran

  I can’t believe she didn’t tell me she was having all these work related problems. It’s her independent streak that is to be blamed. I know that. After the night we had, so much sex and declarations of love I feel the need to protect her, and she’s just g
oing to have to get over it. She is mine, and I’ll do everything I can to keep her safe. I hold her hand in the vehicle as I drive her to her design space.

  This morning everything seems perfect in our little world. But as the saying goes, good things never last. Before I even park, I can see that something isn’t right. The windows look to be busted out. When I stop, Migan is out of the car before I can stop her.

  Leaving the car running, I run in after her. You never know if the perpetrator is still inside. I am not sure when this incident occurred, but considering there is about two inches of snow inside the building, I would say sometime last night is a safe bet. Looking around the space, I see fabrics cut up, mannequins desecrated, and papers everywhere. Who would have done this to someone as sweet as her?

  “Oh my God. It’s all ruined. Everything.” She runs to the back and throws open her safe. “Thank God. It’s okay. The governor's wife dress. I put it in the safe because of the crystals, but everything else is gone.”

  “We can replace it. Come and wait with me at the store while I call Sheriff Larson,” I say.

  “That’s a good idea.” She says with tears in her eyes. We get back in the car and drive a little further down the street to the store. Once inside I call Lief. He’s the new sheriff for the county.

  “Move in with me,” I demand.

  “What?” She stops pacing the room in order to look at me.

  “This just tipped the scales in my favor. Move in with me.”

  “I am not moving in with you, Torran,” she says

  “What?” I shout. “I am a little confused here. Are you not mine?”

  “I am yours, but I don’t want you to ask me to move in with you because you fear for my safety. I don’t want to regret anything.”

  “Regret? What the hell is there to regret? Migan, you practically live with me now. What is the damn difference between a week’s worth of clothes at my house or a lifetime?”

  “I don’t want to look back on my life and realize I’ve made a mistake.” She pulls her phone out and texts someone. What the fuck? Who does that in the middle of an argument.

  “A mistake. You think we are mistake? Are you crazy?” I stupidly ask. I have a mother, a sister, sisters-in-law, and a grandmother. I know what this question does to women, so why I asked it I have no fucking idea other than I am pissed off. She knows what she means to me. I don’t want her to move in just because she is in danger. I’ve wanted her by my side for as long as I’ve known her.

  “Excuse me?” She growls. And just like that she goes from sad to mad. Fuck. That was not my intention.

  “Calm down,” I say absentmindedly. Jesus, I am on a fucking roll with the things you never say to women coming out of my mouth. It is as if I’m possessed.

  “Calm down? Calm down? Oh, I’ll give you calm you asshole. Who do you think you are telling me what I should be doing and shouldn’t be doing,” she shouts. At this point, she is raging and not making much sense, so I let her go on.

  “Has anyone ever actually calmed down after being told to? Ever? I don’t fucking think so. I need some air. I’ll be back before Leif gets here. Don’t fucking follow me.” I watch her leave the store, alone, and all I want to do is go after her, but her last words haunt me.

  I’ll give her the space she asked for, but I definitely don’t want to.

  8

  Migan

  Calm down. CALM DOWN. I can’t believe him. That asshole actually had the balls to tell me to calm down. Well….maybe I am not altogether surprised. Considering the size of his balls. The term hang low was meant just for him. Shit Migan. You are mad at him. Stop thinking about that 11 inch cock.

  Hell. I hate a wet pussy while I’m angry. While master jackass was telling me how to live my life, I texted Erika to see if she was at the shop. I knew things with Torran were going to go south quick and I wanted to avoid it.

  As I am walking down the street it doesn’t register it is snowing. I just want to go somewhere to clear my head, and talk to someone who has some damn sense. Well, I might as well stop by the design studio and grab my sketch pad, since I have to bypass it on the way to Erika’s shop. I know Torran will be pissed, but he and I have been here already and whoever trashed it is long gone.

  I walk inside and go to the back. As I go to reach and grab the sketch pad the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. You know how you get an eerie feeling when you think someone is watching you? I get that feeling. My heart rate picks up and my lungs go into crisis. I am about to turn around slowly when a hand comes around and covers my mouth.

  “Don’t make a fucking sound, Migan. I have been waiting for this moment for a while now, and I will be damned if you ruin it by yelling. Now, if you don't want me to chloroform you, I advise you to be a good little hostage and come with me quietly. Nod if you understand.” Of course my fight and flight sinks in and I want to fight with everything I have. But then I think of the baby and I don’t know how chloroform will hurt my baby. Not to mention fighting him might harm both of us. I do the only thing I can as a mother. I nod my head.

  He pushes me out the backdoor to ensure no one sees. When he puts me in the car, I finally get a chance to look at him. I don’t recognize him, but I have a niggling feeling I should. He is extremely quiet the whole ride. So much so, I feel as if any moment he will lash out. Like the quiet before the storm.

  We drive for about 20 minutes, putting us at the border of Bleak and Moosehead in St. Alith. I recognize the train station.

  Forgetting my previous thought not to fight, I begin to resist. I know if he somehow gets me in that house, I will never get out. My legs start kicking and flailing. Anything to not get dragged inside the house. I am so busy trying to kick him, that I don’t see the blow before it hits my face. And everything goes black.

  I don’t know how long I was out, but now I am strapped to a bed. Bound by my ankles and hands. Spread eagle.

  “Wh...who are you? What do you want?”

  “Sweet, beautiful, and used to be innocent Migan. You don’t remember the sweet and shy guy named Colin, who sat behind you in class? How sad. I have been watching you since our first day in Econ together, our freshman year at Uni. I watched you work, study, and hang out with your friends. But you never noticed me. It was fine. You didn’t notice anyone. But I knew I would have my turn when the time was right. Then you moved here and started living your dream and I was proud of you.” His hand is caressing my face as he talks and it takes everything in me not to vomit on him. Having someone's hands on me who is not Torran feels disgusting.

  “Then I saw that fucking Neanderthal sniffing around you, and I felt everything slipping away. So I started doing things to get your attention. But I am done waiting. You were always meant to be mine Migan. And tonight I will show you how much.”

  “No. Please. Don’t do this. You could let me go. I won’t tell anyone. Please.” His face turns sinister.

  “No can do sweet cheeks. I am done being in the background. It's time I come into the light.”

  My mind is racing. I don't know what to do. There are a million things running through my head. My parents will be crushed. How much I will miss my friends. How sad I am I will never meet my baby. Oh God. The baby. I never told Torran about the baby. I spent so much time fighting it and coming up with excuses. And now, we have run out of time.

  I’m so sorry Torran.

  9

  Torran

  Three hours is long enough for her to cool down, so I set off to find her. I leave the store and lock the door behind me. Sven is nowhere to be found, again. It’s like he doesn’t want to be doing this anymore. We are going to have to have a serious chat. He’s skirting his responsibilities. I know he is in love, but at some point you have to come up for air.

  Reaching her design space, I see that the windows have been boarded up at least. Sheriff Larsen is doing his job. He said there were fingerprints everywhere and it’s going to take a while to process the scene. I am sure I am a
bout to contaminate it.

  Going under the crime scene tape. I open the door and I can tell that no one is inside, but that doesn’t stop me from calling out to her. Of course, she doesn’t answer. I do notice her sketch pad is on the floor and it wasn’t before. She would have had a heart attack. Those are guarded with her life. I saw them in her safe earlier, so she was definitely here. Shit. My panic ratchets up a notch. My phone rings and I look at the caller ID, I answer.

  “Erika?” I question in lieu of hello. I don’t have time for this, I have to find Migan. I need to apologize for being a dick.

  “Hey, have you seen Migan? She isn’t answering and she never showed up. I assume you guys made up.”

  “What do you mean?” Fuck no. This can’t be happening. Where the hell can she be? Did she leave me? Her gran lives in Minneapolis. I suppose it’s possible that one of the other girls took her there.

  “Migan texted me a few hours ago saying she was on her way, but when she didn’t show I thought you guys worked it out, but I guess not,” she says trailing off.

  “No we did not, Erika. I’ll call you back.” Something feels very, very wrong. The hair on the back of my neck stands up and somehow I just know that she didn’t leave me. She wouldn’t.

  “Okay, let me know. Are you calling the uncles?”

  “Of course. No one takes my girl and gets away with it,” I say hanging up on my sister. My next call is to my uncle Hagan. He is in charge of IT for their company and I may have had him rig something up to slip into both her purse and her cell phone.

  “Hagan. Can you activate Migan’s trackers?” I sound frantic and I can’t help it. The longer this goes on, the more I am dreading the outcome.