by Christa Lynn
“You don’t own me, Kane,” I whisper against his mouth, though my brain thinks otherwise. “No one owns me.”
He smirks as his other hand tugs my t-shirt down, exposing my bare breast before his lips wrap around my nipple and he sucks hard, sending an electric charge down my spine. “Fuck,” I groan.
“Oh, I will, but not yet. Hold your hands above your head, don’t move them,” he growls as he uses both hands and rips my t-shirt down the center, both breasts now exposed to his burning gaze. His hand cups one while his mouth finds the other, the multitude of sensations rocking through me. His teeth press against my hardened nipple, and he sucks it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it.
I run my fingers through his hair and throw my head back, but he stops. “Hands above your head Jo, I won’t tell you again,” he growls. I jerk my hands up and flatten my palms against the cool wall, my nails digging for stability. He stands back and stares at me, my exposed chest and my back against the wall as he rubs his dick through his jeans.
“You’re beautiful, Jo,” he says as he drags one finger between my breasts, stopping at my belly button and lingering for a moment, before he runs his finger along the inside of my waist band, causing my stomach to quiver. He deftly unbuttons by shorts and slips a finger inside my them, barely touching me. I thrust my hips forward to gain more pressure, but he quickly pulls his hand out. “Don’t be greedy.” He snickers.
“I think we need to talk before—” He slams his mouth down on mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth.
“There’ll be plenty of time for talking later, right now I need you,” he says as he roughly shoves my shorts to the ground, my body tensing at the act. His eyes are hard, but soft at the same time. He scans my face and then traces a finger down my cheek. “I’m not going to go easy on you this time, Jo. So if you can’t handle that, now’s the time to stop me.”
Only, I can’t say a word—my body is betraying my mind, and I can’t stop it.
“Talk to me, Jo,” he says, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. I shake my head, but my eyes tell him yes. I’m so confused, I want this, but at the same time I don’t. It feels wrong, but so right. This man makes me feel something I’m not used to. He brings that out of me, and I can’t deny him. His hand traces my side, grazing my breast, causing chill bumps to spread across my body. “Yeah, you want this as much as I do,” he growls as his fingers plunge into me, the wetness drenching his fingers.
He strokes in and out while his mouth traces kisses down my neck, his teeth nipping my skin. He grabs my ponytail and jerks my head back, biting and dragging his teeth as his fingers pump into me while his thumb presses against my clit. I let out a quiet moan, which urges him on. He bites down on my nipple, the pain a welcome distraction. “Fuck,” I moan.
“Shh,” he whispers as his mouth finds mine once again, and our tongues go to battle in a heated frenzy. I wrap my arms around him, and he pulls away again. “What did I say about your hands, Jo?” he asks, grabbing both wrists and jerking them up above my head again. He turns my body so my back is to him and he moves us over to the table, quickly brushing aside the clutter. “Since you can’t behave, bend over the table and hold on to the edge,” he demands as I bend over and do what he says, my ass now in the air. His hand smacks right where my thigh hits my ass, the vibration sending a jolt between my legs, before he repeats it on the other cheek. He slips his finger inside me again before pulling it out and smacking my pussy, causing me to cry out.
“You going to defy me again, Jo?” he asks as he smacks my ass two more times. I shake my head, my voice no longer working. He plunges two fingers deep inside and strokes as his other hand continues to smack my ass cheeks. My breasts are flat against the table, almost painfully so, but I press my ass back against him silently begging for more. That draws out one more hard smack before his body heat leaves me. I hear his zipper lower, and before I can look back, he grabs my ponytail and yanks hard, just as he slams into me, the edge of the table cutting into my thighs. The pain cuts into me as he slowly pulls back and almost completely out, before he bends over me and pushes in harder.
“Oh, my God,” I cry out.
His punishing thrusts get harder and faster, my scalp tingling at the pulling of my hair. “Are you going to go outside by yourself again?” he asks against my ear.
“Yes,” I groan, causing him to smack my ass again, pleasure and pain surging throughout my body.
“What was that?”
“I said yes, and you can’t stop me.” I grunt between thrusting, my clit rubbing against the table adding more intense pulsing. His cock fills me, and the combination of pleasure and pain is almost too much; I may just have to piss him off more.
He reaches under me and lifts me off of the table just enough to slip his hand between my legs and he rubs on my clit as his cock slams in and out of me, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing through the room. He’s thrusting so hard the table moves across the floor, coming to stop against the wall. The muscles in my pussy clench and my clit begins to throb, my orgasm just seconds away. He senses this and releases me, pulling out and rubbing his cock between my ass cheeks. “You’re not going to cum yet, princess. You’ll cum when I say you can,” he says as he gently tugs my shoulders to a standing position and turns me to face him, before pressing my head down so I’m forced to my knees. “Take me,” he says as his cock presses against my lips.
I open for him, licking alongside his length, tasting myself. “Spread your legs baby, put your mouth and one hand on me and finger yourself with the other, but don’t cum,” he tells me and I comply, spreading my knees apart and dragging a finger through my wetness. “That’s it, baby, your mouth feels so good,” he says as I look up at him. He’s leaning over me, his hand on the table for support and he begins to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. I stroke his cock with my hand as my fingers explore the dampness between my legs.
“Yes,” he groans while his hips pump against my face. I suck in a breath as my body begins to throb at the same time his cock hardens more, as if that’s even possible. He pulls back, and his cock leaves my mouth with a pop. “You’re going to make me cum if you keep that up.” His eyes sparkle with lust.
“Isn’t that what you want?” I ask innocently.
“Not yet, but soon,” he says as he pulls me to stand. “On the table, princess. Spread those beautiful thighs for me.”
He lifts me onto the table and moves in-between my legs, spreading my legs before getting to his knees. He kisses the inside of my thighs as he travels toward my throbbing pussy. He spreads my folds with both hands before plunging his tongue inside, fucking me with his mouth.
“Mm, shit,” I cry out, my hips bucking up. He presses against my thighs holding me in place as he feasts on me. His tongue flicks my clit and he pushes two fingers inside as he devours me, pushing me back to the ledge very quickly. I lean up on my elbows watching him and he looks up at me as his tongue spears me. I’m so close to letting go, but he told me not to cum. I’m not sure how to stop it as the pleasure consumes me.
“You can cum now, princess,” he says as he sucks my clit into his mouth and my muscles clench around his fingers. My back arches off the table, and I press my pussy into his face and ride the waves. Before the pulses subside he stands up, holding and stroking his cock with a primal look on his face.
He grasps his cock and drags it up and down my pussy, coating it with my juices before grabbing my ass and pulling me into him, his cock driving deep inside. “I love how tight you are,” he groans, his eyes closing and his head back. He lifts my legs and pulls me forward so my ass is on the edge of the table, effectively opening me up to him. “I’m about to fuck you into submission,” he says as he slams into me, pulling my legs up over his shoulders.
“Kane!” I scream as he punishes me by fucking me.
“Hold onto the table, princess. This is about to get violent,” he says as his hips thrust and rotate, filling me completely. His thighs smack a
gainst me and he grabs my breasts, squeezing and pinching so hard that tears appear in my eyes, but he doesn’t stop. “This is for not listening to me,” he says with a grunt as he cums, filling me with his seed. He’s frantic and forceful as he empties himself inside me and as he pinches my nipples one last time, I go over the ledge with him, screaming his name.
He lies on top of me, his softening cock still inside and he kisses my neck, the drastic change from rough to gentle almost making my head spin. He crawls on the table and pulls me back against his chest, his body warming me. He pulls the hair tie out and kisses my head where my scalp still stings, and I close my eyes, but we’re suddenly jolted by a loud noise outside. Kane jumps up, “Stay here.” He eyes me as he jumps off the table and pulls his jeans on, fastening them as he walks to the door and looks out the small window. “Fuck,” he groans as he turns back to me.
“What? What is it?” I ask, also getting up and getting dressed, though my t-shirt is ripped. He pulls his over his head and hands it to me.
“Emma.”
“Emma?” I say, pulling his shirt on.
“Yeah, apparently she saw us. Fuck, let’s go,” he says as I follow him out of the arms room and after Emma. I catch up to him and grab his hand, pulling him back.
“Let me handle this,” I say. “She’s unstable, you and I both know this. She’s calmer with me than you and you might scare her. Please? Let me take care of it?”
He nods and stops walking, stepping back.
“Emma, wait!” I call out, chasing her up the stairs and into the house, leaving Kane outside alone. This was not the way I planned to end the night.
Kane
“Fuck!” I yell, running my hands through my hair.
“What’s the matter, bro?” Abe asks coming from the house. “And what’s up with the girls? Jo just flew in past me, chasing Emma up the stairs.”
“Ah, man, I dunno. Emma just caught Jo and I …”
“You and Jo, doing what? Or do I even need to ask.” He chuckles.
“No, I’m sure you can figure it out,” I grumble, walking back toward the barn. It’s the middle of the night, and I’m thinking of starting to rebuild now, just to do something to distract me. I pick up a few boards and examine them, tossing them back on the pile of rubble.
“I saw Dale earlier,” Abe says, his hands in his pocket staring at the barn. “Bloodied him up pretty good, man. You think that was necessary?”
“He was supposed to protect her, Abe,” I growl.
“Look, Jo’s a strong woman. You really think you’re going to keep her under your thumb? She tried to leave once before, or have you forgotten that? She’s independent and stubborn, just like you.”
“I just, damn … I don’t know how to explain it. She does something to me, Abe.”
“Besides get your dick hard?”
“Yeah, besides that.” I laugh. “She’s the reason we’re going to take down Brampton. The Heretics are going to feel us when we storm the compound.”
“And how do you plan to get enough people together to succeed?”
“You, and the rest of us. I know of several other compounds close by, we’ll take a few days and spread out, while spreading the word. We’ll leave on the same day and meet up close to the OKC city limits, combine our weapons and move. Jo will go with us and help us infiltrate the entryways. Once we’re in, we start cleaning house.”
“You seem so sure this is gonna work,” Abe says, always the cautious one. “And I can’t believe you want Jo to go, she’s on their shit list. You parade her in front of those bastards, she’s as good as dead.”
“It has to, or I’ll die trying. Whoever this Vic guy is, he’s going down too, and any man in there will thank us if we allow them to leave with only their dicks sliced off. I’ll make sure those assholes never rape another woman, that’s if I don’t kill them all first.”
Abe grunts and nods, but I know he’s full of doubt. He’s right, Jo’s a marked woman and if my own father would take her out, then I know Vic won’t hesitate. “All I’m saying is, let’s get the plan together before we run off cold cocked and get Jo and us killed. If we’re going to do this, we’ve gotta do it right. Brampton is armed and dangerous and no one infiltrates the compound, Kane.”
“Fine, tomorrow let’s gather everyone in the arms room and start planning. Joel, Walt, Henry, and the others I’m sure will be game. Especially Henry since he’s been inside. He may be able to find a way in.”
Abe nods and smacks me on the shoulder. “Let’s get some rest and we’ll talk tomorrow. We’re both tired and cranky and plans aren’t meant to be made when you’re anxious,” he says as we turn to walk back into the house. The door slams behind us and all is quiet, so we grab a hard swallow of moonshine and Abe heads back to his place. I head upstairs, my eyes cutting over to Jo’s room. I hear whispers between her and Emma, but I walk on by. I know at some point we’ll have to address the elephant in the room, but now is not the time. I walk into my room, take my clothes off, and crawl into bed, the soft mattress enveloping my tired body. All I can think about is Jo and what she and Emma are whispering about, but I push it back and close my eyes and allow sleep to take over.
At first light, my eyes open, and I realize I’ve slept hard for the first time in days. Chalk that up to being on the road and sleeping with one eye open. Abe’s crew is in charge of security at night and he has some good men on his team, men that are good enough to take with us when we raid Brampton. Once Lance’s ankle heals and Henry is over his injuries, we’ll get the crew together and make a plan, one we’ll stick to. Henry needs time to recover as those Heretics nearly killed him, and at this point, I can’t be sure he didn’t wish that was the case. He spent some time in Brampton, but wanted no part in what was going on in there. I just hope he remembers enough to help us get inside.
I toss the covers off and get dressed, walking down to the kitchen where Emma and Jo are fixing breakfast. They’ve gathered some eggs from the chickens and whatever meat was ready to cook, and it smells like an old diner from before the war. Emma is elbow deep in flour and lard making biscuits, and I suddenly get nostalgic and anxious, ready to get this show on the road and start taking back our lives.
Emma cuts her eyes at me, but I don’t speak to her. I know I should, but at this point I’m not sure what to say. Hopefully Jo was able to calm her down last night. We eat quietly as the others come in and grab a plate. Soon, Jo and Emma leave the kitchen and head outside with their arms full of laundry that they gathered from upstairs. “Bring out anything you want washed,” Jo says as her foot kicks the door open and Emma follows her outside.
“What’s up with them?” Dale asks as he grabs the door and holds it open for them. His face is swollen and dried blood is crusted up on his lip. I realize now that I really did a number on him last night, but he deserved it. He’ll know next time not to let Jo out of his sight. However, I know that there won’t be another time, because Jo is going with me.
Henry comes in and he’s moving slow, probably still sore from getting his own ass kicked by the Heretics, but he’s alive and that’s what matters. “You feeling okay?” I ask as I stand to put my plate in the sink.
“Getting there,” he groans as he sits down. I fill his plate with eggs and set it in front of him, his eyes glowing with hunger. “Oh, boy,” he whimpers as he shovels his mouth. I sit down and watch him eat like a starving child.
Once he’s full, he sits back and wipes his mouth on his sleeve and belches, effectively breaking the ice. “I’m going to need your help, as soon as you’re back one hundred percent.”
“Help with what?”
“Brampton.”
He sucks in a breath. “What do you need from me?”
“You got out, right?”
“Yeah, barely.”
“Well, if you got out then you should be able to get back in, no?”
“Get back in? Why in the hell would I want to do that?”
“Because
Brampton is target one. We’re going to gather other fighters and raid the compound, but only after we get the women out of there. Can you help?”
He sighs and rubs his hand over his face. “I can try. They change things up a lot, so what was an escape route months ago may be a trap now. Myself and the other guys got out by a hidden back door, one that opens into a dark alley,” he says as his mind drifts off and he closes his eyes. “The smell in that alley was like nothing I’ve ever smelled. It reeked of blood and death, rotting corpses close by I’m sure. There was water dripping from somewhere, you could hear it. As we made our way down the long alley, surrounded by concrete, we could see the light ahead. Light that would hopefully be the outside of the compound, only it wasn’t.”
“What was it?”
“The gates of Hell,” he says, his eyes now wide open, his pupils dilated. He stands up and pushes his hands into his pockets and walks to the window as if he’s reliving it. I let him go, because the more I know about the security at Brampton, the easier it will be to get inside.
“We got to the doorway of the alley and looked, guards everywhere were circling the property. The grass was a lush green, and thick; something I hadn’t seen in years. But there were so many men, armed and angry. They knew we had exited the building, and they were waiting for us, ready to kill us. We double backed into the alley and searched for another way out, but the only way out was through the large lawn. We all knew that all we could do was run for it, and pray we made it,” he continues, his face like stone. “But we waited for nightfall, thinking our chances would be better if we weren’t in broad daylight. We also hoped that the guards would thin out as they looked in other places, but they didn’t. The guards were diligent, and pissed,” he said. “You could see the anger from where we were, sweat pouring from their bodies as they combed the property. One of them even shot his own man as he came from some nearby bushes.”