by Alta Hensley
“Jessa, it’s complicated. The militia is strong. They have a stock hold of arms not just here but in several other compounds. We had to find the leaders, the suppliers, and their other locations. It isn’t as simple as swooping in and saving the day.”
“Tell that to the women who are chained and being fucked as we speak. Or the ones who have children with these bastards.” She could see that she was beginning to upset Decker, but she didn’t care. Fuck him.
“Lower your voice. Now,” he ordered. His dark eyes were returning. “This is a top secret mission, and I will not let your hysterics put it in jeopardy. You will follow my command and do exactly what I say.”
Jessa sprang out of bed and stood with her hands on her hips. “I will not march to your orders. I am not your soldier. You are not my captain. Go fuck yourself and your Delta Force fuckers. I will never obey. I will never salute or bow down to the man who has dishonored his country. You are no man. You are nothing but a monster. A fucking monster masked in an American flag. Red, white, and fucked. That is what you are.”
Decker shot out of bed just as fast as she had and grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her slightly. “You have no idea! You can’t sit on your little princess throne and judge what I do. Or judge the call of my superiors. Being Delta Force is no fucking joke or cakewalk. I’ve witnessed the purest of evil. I’ve seen death. I’ve had to look the God damn devil square in the eye. You don’t think I know women suffered? I had to fucking go to sleep every night hearing their cries. Don’t you dare stand there and fucking judge me.”
His words were like a slap to the face. His anger and his disappointment in her behavior stung, and she instantly regretted her words. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just that this whole place is like a bad dream. I want it to end right now.” Tears welled in her eyes and flooded over. “It’s just so awful. I want to be saved—not later—this second. I want those women unchained and set free. Waiting will be a far worse torture than anything I have yet experienced.”
Decker pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head. “And it will be over soon. You will be rescued. My hunting trip yesterday was my last, and with the intel I gave them, they are prepared to invade.” He pulled away and placed his palms on each side of her face. “But I am going to keep you with me until that time happens. I can’t risk you blowing the mission by allowing your emotions to get in the way. I need you to do as I command. Can you do that?”
She nodded and whispered, “Yes.”
“I promise you, Jessa. I give you my word as a man that you will get out of this alive.”
Chapter 5
Jessa walked around his cabin, crunching on an apple Decker had given her for breakfast. A shower and another fresh shirt from the dresser, and she almost felt human again. Almost.
“All right, take off your clothes and come here.” Decker didn’t sound mean or even like he was giving a strict order, but he did sound firm.
“What? Why? I thought you said—”
“I don’t plan on breeding with you, but I can’t lead you outside and not make it look like I did. I can’t make Rune think I’m going easy on you, or it will give up my cover.”
That made sense to Jessa, so she walked over to him, removing his shirt from her body as she did so. She stood before him and waited—for what, she wasn’t sure.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her onto his lap. “Lie back over my lap.” He helped position her body so she lay on her back, draped over his lap, face up. The position was awkward, embarrassing, and caused her to feel extremely vulnerable. He rested his hand on her belly and looked into her eyes. “Those men out there are going to look at your pussy. Gawk at it, is more like it. They will expect to see it inflamed and raw from a night and full day’s worth of fucking. I need to give it that appearance.”
Jessa’s eyes widened, and her stomach did a flip. “How?”
“By spanking your pussy lips.” He said it so matter-of-factly that Jessa almost giggled.
“Spank my pussy?” she squeaked. The idea both terrified her as well as sent a delightful little shiver from her head to her toes. Not a part of her body was hidden from Decker’s view, and she truly was at his mercy—and, God forbid, she liked it.
He answered her question by lifting up his palm and smacking it down onto her pussy. She flinched and cried out, but didn’t try to get off his lap or stop him. He did it again, and again.
“Oh, Jesus,” she gasped.
The feeling of the sting and slight bite knocked the breath right out of her. As much as she knew she should fight him, demand for him to stop, even scream for mercy, she couldn’t. God help her, she wanted more… harder… pain. She wanted the pain. No… she craved it. She hungered for it. She all but begged for it.
He used his fingertips to spank all around her pussy lips, the heat of his touch setting her ablaze. Who was this man? Why did he have the power over her that she would never have considered giving to any man before?
Decker paused with the pussy spanking and stared into her eyes. “Are you all right?” What an odd question to ask as he intentionally punished her most intimate flesh.
“I’m burning alive. You are catching me aflame like a witch at the post.”
Heaven, Hell… both. Decker gave her both.
“A little bit longer,” was his reply as he continued to pepper her cunt. “You’re getting nice and pink and swollen.”
And wet, she knew she was getting wet. She could feel the sticky fluid and could even hear the wetness make contact with Decker’s hand with every spank. There was no way to hide her desire.
Just when she couldn’t take another touch without demanding that he do more than just spank her, Decker stopped. He flipped her over onto her stomach and began spanking her on her rear again. Although this time, it felt different than before. It actually felt… good. She couldn’t resist bucking her hips to meet each swat of his hand. She wanted to be spanked. She wanted to feel the heat, the connection, the throb to match the deep pulsating in her pussy.
Was this submission? Was this what it was like to submit to a man? His dominance—her surrender. If this was what dominance and submission was all about, then hell fucking yes. Sign her up.
“I need to leave some marks on you,” he said as he spanked harder than all the previous times combined. “Rune and the others need to see that I have taken you in hand.” He continued to spank with a furious tempo.
Jessa cried out in pain, but didn’t plead for him to stop. The idea of being marked by his touch sizzled her core just as much as his discipline did to her body. She wanted the label, she wanted the bruise, she wanted to be claimed as Decker’s, and for all to see that he had made her his. She wouldn’t have to fight anymore, or worry that if she didn’t struggle, death would be waiting for her. No, she could just be Decker’s. Decker’s to protect, and Decker’s to get her out of this mess one way or the other.
“Cry louder,” he commanded. “Let them hear it outside. Louder!”
It wasn’t hard for her to follow his order since she had no more control. Her body was his completely, her soul completely dominated by the man. She cried, she howled from the top of her lungs, and she released every dark, fearful, and full of hate feeling from her body. She released all that was wrong in the world, and wrong with this place in her cries. She cried for the other sex slaves. She cried for the babies being born, and she cried for those who would die when it was time for the raid. Over and over, Decker punished, and over and over, she cried.
She was lost. Lost in the sea of pain. So lost that it took her several minutes to realize that Decker had stopped the spanking and had gathered her securely into his arms. He held her close and rocked her back and forth, kissing her cheek, her forehead, even kissing the tip of her nose. He rubbed her back and pressed her so close to his body, she could have almost melted into his embrace.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I had to do that, Jessa. So sorry,” he said between kiss
es.
Decker held her like that until all the tears had stopped, and until her sobs disappeared completely. She looked up at him and could see pain wash over his features. It wasn’t pity that she felt for him, but she did feel his sadness. His job, his career, this mission had taken its toll on him. He was a good man who had to beat all the goodness away. She saw it all so clearly now. She could truly see this man. He was not a monster, but a hero. A hero in disguise.
It was unlike Jessa Crowe to just throw all caution to the wind. To act upon a feeling without thinking, second guessing, and then oftentimes talking herself out of it. But this time, as she slowly moved her lips to his, she allowed her heart, her desire, and her hunger for her hero to win the battle. She kissed him.
Decker froze for a brief moment, but then allowed the kiss to break his defense as well. His tongue brushed up softly to hers, testing the connection tentatively. This was not a kiss of pure passion. There was no hunger or wild fervor like kisses of her past. No, this was a kiss of caution. A kiss of seeing if the result would be a burn or stab. This was a kiss of two people unsure of what was to come. Decker’s hands reached behind her head and pulled her in closer. So close that the kiss grew in intensity. This kiss was all they had at that moment. It was all that they had to hold them together. A kiss which held up the walls that were threatening to collapse in on them both. It gave them both strength. Power.
Decker pulled away and studied Jessa for several moments before whispering, “This is dangerous.”
“I don’t care.”
“Jessa…”
“If I have to look like I’ve been fucked hard all day, I might as well get the benefit of it.” These were not words spoken of a sane or rational woman, that much she knew. But she had stepped into a world of madness, and for right now, she wanted to play her part.
“Do you know what you are saying?” Decker asked, as he ran his fingers through her blonde hair. “If we go down this path, I’m not sure I’m strong enough to stop this time. If we start…” He took a deep breath. “This is dangerous.”
“I know. I want danger. I want to fuck danger. I want to hold it close because it feels so wrong and yet so right. Fuck me, danger. Fuck me so hard.” Jessa gave up all control. It was her body speaking. Her lust, her need for something other than the awful hate outside the doors of the cabin. For right now, for this very second, she wanted nothing more than Decker and Danger.
Danger would look at her. Danger would pull her in, strangle her, choke her until she could breathe nothing in but the dark, murky taste of black. Black tastes so bitter. So fucking bitter, and yet so sweet.
In a whirl of passionate haze, Decker tossed Jessa onto the bed and effortlessly removed his clothing, joining her in nothing but skin on skin. The weight of his body on hers acted like a blanket of comfort.
“Jessa,” he whispered as he kissed her softly on her neck. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
“No, please don’t. Don’t stop.” She reached around, grabbed both sides of his ass, and pulled him into her. His cock rested at the entrance of her pussy, and with one thrust of her hips, she buried him inside.
They both moaned as their bodies united, remaining motionless for a moment to just take in the sensation of becoming one. This wasn’t fucking. This wasn’t him taking for the benefit of others watching. This was more. This was two broken people finding a way back to the light.
And like two soldiers marching off to war, they began their cadence. In and out, push and pull, they made love. Decker wasn’t a Delta Force infiltrator, and Jessa was no longer a captive. They were a man and a woman clinging to some form of pleasure before they had to go outside and face what they both dreaded. But for right now, for this very second, they had each other.
Arching her back, she thrust her hips hard so he had to drive in even deeper. Her inner walls spasmed and electricity jolted through her. She was about to come, and she was about to come fucking hard. Decker sensed her impending ecstasy and increased the tempo and force, demanding that she reach completion with every motion of his body.
Reaching down with one hand, he pressed his finger onto her clit and began moving it in small circles. “Yes, that’s it, baby. Come for me. Come,” he coaxed.
His deep voice issuing an order was all it took. Lights flashed behind her eyelids and she screamed out his name as her body rocked beneath his. Her cries of passion must have been all it took to snap his control, because he followed her mews with a growl of satisfaction as he filled her with his seed.
Breathing deep, and feeling more satisfied than she could ever remember, she whispered, “That was… that was—”
“Yes, it was,” Decker interrupted between his own deep breaths. He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her deep, claiming her mouth as he had just claimed her sex. “You may not be mine when this mess is all over. But for right now, you are, and after that… it’s going to be really hard letting you go.”
God, what was wrong with her? There was a part of her that actually hated the thought of being rescued. It would mean leaving Decker. What in the hell was wrong with her? She must be losing her mind. She was going insane. Everything was so God damn dark. Everything was hate.
“I fucking hate you—or at least I should. I fucking want to kill you—or at least I should try to. I should fucking want to see you die in misery by my hand and yet… I would rather feel your cock buried deep within me. I want to feel your hand on my ass, spanking me until I scream for you to stop. I want, Decker. I want so bad. Everything that is so wrong.”
He remained silent, but nodded his understanding as he peppered her face with the most tender of kisses.
“Everything about this is wrong. It screams against who I was, who I thought I was. This is not the woman I once believed myself to be. And yet, I want that woman to die just as badly as I want you to die. I want us both to fucking die and only have what is right now.” Jessa began crying, insanity had broken through her moment of sexual bliss. “Two people who are hollow. Fucking for the sake of being fucked. Fucking for survival. We must survive the right now, but we must also survive the darkness that has always been.”
“We’ll get through this,” he whispered between kisses. “I promise you, we will.”
“Help me survive. Please. Help me survive this hole of hate that I am in—that I am afraid I will always be in.”
“We will get out of this alive, and we will heal. I will be there to help you heal. I promise. But for right now, we focus on getting out of here alive.”
“Is it wrong? Is it wrong that I like the feel of your hands on my throat? I like the feel of being the prey of the hunter. I like feeling like I could die by your hand, or feel mercy by your grace. I like knowing that I am yours. You have the power to decide if I even exist.”
“No, it’s not wrong. Something has been awoken inside of you. Maybe that is the only thing good that will come out of this fucking situation. Maybe you will walk away having discovered that there is a part of you hidden deep inside that enjoys the sharp edge of sex, of dominance and submission. Don’t ever be ashamed for how you feel.”
“I feel like I’m losing my mind. I want to cry. I want the tears of lust, hunger, passion to soak my face. I want to taste the salty taste of naughty. I’m a bad, bad girl and like it. I like the feel of correction. I like the biting sting of your punishment. I like the pain. Fuck me! I love the fucking pain!”
All the chaos and angst going on in her brain was being countered by Decker’s light touches, soothing words and gentle kisses. Somehow he made her feel safe. Not only in the immediate now, but safe to feel the way she did. Jessa knew she wasn’t a foolish woman. She had made some pretty stupid decisions in her life, but she considered herself a strong, independent lady with a decent amount of pride—even though she had managed to get herself kidnapped by two hillbillies with the IQ of a turkey. Regardless, she knew that her feelings for Decker were genuine. Her body and her responses to his touch were unlike any she h
ad ever experienced before. It wasn’t love or anything of that nature. She wasn’t the type of woman to fall head over heels in love. But maybe if they had met at a different time, in a different place, there really could be something. For now, the sexual chemistry was off the charts, and he was right that something may have been awoken inside of her. A little pain equaled a lot of pleasure—this much she had learned.
“Do we really have to go out there?” she asked, dreading seeing Rune again and all the awful men.
Decker sighed. “Soon. For now, let’s just close our eyes and rest a little.” He rolled to her side and cradled her into his arms. “Let’s just enjoy this moment for a little bit longer.”
Chapter 6
A loud explosion woke them from their sleep. The sheer force shook the floorboards the bed sat on. Shouts, then the sound of machine guns going off surrounded them. Chaos had erupted.
“What’s happening?” Jessa asked, terrified for both herself and Decker.
“They’re here. They’ve come early.” Decker grabbed her by the arm and led her to a corner in the room where a desk stood. “Crouch down over here and cover your face. I’ll be back soon and come get you. Do not leave this place.”
“Wait! Please don’t leave me. I’m scared.”
Decker squatted down next to where she sat shaking on the floor. “You will be fine. I promise.”
“You can’t promise that!” The continual gunfire and explosions outside forced her to have to yell to be heard. “What if something happens to you? They are shooting outside.” Another explosion shook the cabin. A sharp ringing in her ears caused her to almost not hear his next words.
“If I somehow do not come back, you wait until men in uniform come. You stay under this desk until that happens.”
A sob escaped her shaking body, and she clung to him. “I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want you to leave me.” Another explosion went off, causing her to scream. “Please!”