by Anthology
His cock pushed forward and the head finally penetrated my opening. There was some pain, but Troy started rubbing my clit as he made shallow thrust in and out of me. My groans turned to moans and his shallow thrust turned to deep strokes.
“Troy,” I uttered as I grabbed my D-cups and squeezed.
“Fuck,” Troy’s eyes followed my hands. “Twist those nipples.”
Gladly.
He growled as I twisted them for him. I’d do anything. Fuck, anything.
Troy started to rock in and out of me faster, as he held my legs wide open while using them as leverage. His thrust began to become erratic. He was fucking me balls deep and all I could do was gasp with my mouth open as no screams would escape my throat.
“Slap that pussy,” he grounded out.
I let my breast go and slapped my wet cunt. Fuck, that felt good.
“Darling, slap it again,” he strained out.
I smacked it again, making sure my middle finger hit my clit directly. Troy’s growls grew louder, which spurred me on as I felt it the tingling sensation blanket my body like a light cape. My body started to roll, he pushed in and out, then he slapped my pussy. I screamed out as he pushed in and shuddered deep within me. A moment later, he collapsed on me. Our sweaty bodies intertwined felt good but also right.
No words were exchanged, but the next time my eyes opened. I was no longer in his room, but my own and he was not there.
Really?
***
After looking over the entire house and not finding Troy anywhere, I started to panic a bit. The kitchen had been cleaned up and all the doors were closed. As I was getting bottled water from the refrigerator, the backdoor opened, causing me to jump.
“You scared the shit out of me,” I yelled.
“My bad.” He walked to the refrigerator and nabbed a bottled water over me.
Internally rolling my eyes, I grabbed the water and went to my room to finish my book. In 10-80, Ryan had finally kissed her in the grocery store. Shortly, after I read the next page, my door opened and Troy emerged.
“What’s wrong with you?” He was asking, but he seemed slightly irritated.
“Nothing,” I replied.
“So, you get what you want from me and then continue business as usual?” he mused.
“Excuse me?” I put the book down. “If I am not mistaken, I was the one that woke up back in my room and you nowhere to be found.”
He blinked a few times, then shook his head.
“That’s why you are mad?” He asked genuinely.
All of a sudden, I felt foolish. I should not have said anything. My eyes went back to my book until I felt him move towards me.
“Answer me.” That commanding tone was back.
“Yes,” I murmured.
He was now beside my bed looking down at me.
“I’d tan your ass if it weren't already red now,” he said.
I swear my nipples came alive through my shirt. Well, they must have because he looked right at them and smirked.
“Who knew Savannah Jones was a naughty girl.”
“It’s Savannah Hines,” I corrected.
He raised an eyebrow up at me and before he could continue, I shared, “I dropped my father’s name and go by my mother’s.”
He nodded his head as if he understood, but said nothing.
“So, I go by Hines.”
Troy pulled the top of my shirt down, revealing my breast and said, “Well, who knew Savannah Hines was so naughty.”
They were definitely at attention and greeting him. I was mad that he put me back in my room, but with how he asked the question, it made it feel juvenile. Which was probably right, since all we had was sex.
Fucking great sex, but still.
“I did not want you to wake up in a strange bed and freak out. That was it.”
Yup, juvenile.
“You do not owe me any explanations. We just fucked.”
A flash of something passed over him, but it was gone too quickly to for me to catch it. He nodded his head, then said, “Yeah.”
Letting my shirt go, he turned and walked out.
Great. Now he was mad at me. Well, this was the thing, I already submitted to him, so I would not be doing it again. Not that it wasn’t hot and all, but I was no longer in the mood to chase him. The next few days would be interesting.
***
Dinner included me making a sandwich and returning to my room. Once I finished reading 10-80, I decided to sit outside on the porch of the cabin. I had no idea where Troy was and I was not planning on looking for him. While I was observing the pitch black scenery, I saw headlights approach, then Troy came from the side of the house with a drawn gun.
I gasped, trying to forget why we were here. He killed those people and I just fucked him. What the hell was wrong with me?
“Get in the house, now,” he said with the gun still drawn.
He did not have to tell me twice since I was in this predicament because I did not listen to him in the first place. Once I entered the house, I went straight to my room. A few moments later, he walked in and said, “It was cool. Just Susan with the additional things I wanted her to pick up for me.”
I nodded and said, “Okay, cool. So, it’s safe for me to take a shower before bed.”
“Yeah,” he replied, then left.
What?
Fine.
As I lathered in the shower with the Dove soap, I tried not to think of washing Troy off of me. Everywhere I touched, he had touched, bit, or spanked. The bar of soap had spent way too much time down between my legs, rubbing my sensitive clit, causing a stir within me. Then I felt a hand come around my waist, causing me to scream and jump closer to the shower wall. Spinning around, I saw Troy.
A naked Troy.
What?
Ohhh.
He took the soap from me and was rubbing me with his hands. He turned me around, so my back was in his chest and I was facing the shower wall.
“It’s just me,” he whispered in my ear. “Just coming to make sure you are put to sleep properly.”
Oh God!
Troy was rubbing my clit, then he bit my ear.
“Darling, I got something for you.” His finger slid down between the crack of my ass.
“Troy,” I moaned.
“I am here, darling. Just relax. Going to plug that ass with a small one, okay?”
“Yes.” I poked my ass out.
He was running his finger between the crack of my butt. It was so erotic and it felt delicious. His finger rimmed around the tight hole, then he inserted the tip. The sting only lasted for a short moment, but once it subsided, I started to feel the invasion and the rush of doing the forbidden. Troy pushed in some more and after the sting had worn off, that feeling came back. The wave of ecstasy. It was absolutely fantastic and breathtaking. My mouth was open, but I do not even think I took my last breath as he pushed in further. As he pulled out, it felt like the greatest release. His gliding finger in and out as he used the water as a lubricant, was orgasmic.
I was wet and it wasn’t from the shower. Not only was I soaked from the stimulating motions, but my nipples were hard, my breathing was shallow and legs were weak.
“Such a good girl,” Troy whispered against my skin before he bit my shoulder. “Hands on the wall and spread your legs.”
I immediately obeyed him as his commands were not only sexual, but I had learned from the first time. It was better to listen the first time, than to not.
Something penetrated my tighter hole. It was slippery and slid in with some resistance. As Troy pushed it in, he was kissing and licking me around my neck.
“Keep it up,” he whispered.
“Ah,” I moaned as he pushed it all the way inside.
“Good girl.” He kissed my shoulder where he bit me. “This stays all night.”
I nodded my head.
He shut off the shower, grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me. Then he walked me to the bedroom, w
ith me in front of him and his hands on my shoulders.
When we reached the bed, he turned me around and gently laid me down, I guess not to disrupt the plug by having me bending too much. My back was on the bed while Troy wiped me and then him off with the towel. When he finished, he only stared at me until I asked, “What?”
“Nothing, just,” he paused. “You’re beautiful.”
The blush that crept up my skin had to be visible due to his tantalizing words. His finger slid down the middle of my body, from my nose, to between my breast, down my stomach and reaching my swollen clit.
“Are you sore from this morning?”
“My ass, a little,” I replied.
“Do not worry, your ass is safe. You're being a good girl for me tonight.” He smirked.
His finger twirled around my clit, causing me to moan loudly. Troy climbed on the bed with his bent knees on the bed between mine. He leaned down and kissed me. Not just his regular, teasing kisses, but a sensual one that last so long, I was distracted when he slid inside of me. I was tighter than normal with the plug, but he made his way in and literally stroked me into oblivion as his chest rubbed my sensitive nipples up and down until I was scratching his back and biting his lip. The actual act might have lasted for twenty minutes, but it felt like an eternity.
We were lying in the bed half-asleep, when Troy asked, “What’s your deepest fantasy?”
I laughed, “I have a few.”
“Okay, I’m open. Tell me.”
“You sure,” I said as I felt sleep about to take over. “Okay, I want a threesome. One day, I guess. Just to try It out.”
“Hmm, another man or another woman?” He asked.
“Hmm, in my head I only imagined another man. I’m more interested in my holes being filled at the same time.”
Troy laughed out loud and pulled me closer. “My girl is naught-ty.”
I hid my face in his chest.
Once he calmed down from his laughing, he said, “I can do that.”
“Really?” I slurred in my sleepy voice.
“Yeah, darling. Promise. You’ll get your threesome.”
When I awoke, it felt like a sauna, because I was enveloped in something that was giving off a lot of heat. As I tried to turn around, I saw that it was Troy that had me enclosed in his cocoon. The sweat that was dripping off of me suddenly felt seductive.
“You awake, darling?” His gruff voice spoke into the open.
“Hmm, hmm.”
“Okay, go freshen up. I got breakfast.” He let me go.
“Okay.”
I was so glad because morning breath was not sexy. After I had finished in the bathroom, I heard male voices arguing in the kitchen. One was Troy and the other was not familiar. I walked in and Troy was over the stove stirring what I would presume was eggs for omelets and another tall man was leaning on the side of the counter with his legs crossed over the other.
“Morning,” I said as I entered the room.
Troy turned and smiled at me while the other guy just stared.
“Come here,” Troy directed.
I made my way to him and when I was within a few feet of him, he nabbed me so I collapsed against him. He kissed my hair, then tilted my head up by grabbing my chin. His lips reached mine and he kissed me hard. That was an ownership kiss. I wasn’t sure if it was for the guy in the room or me, but he just claimed me or at least I felt like he just put a stake in the sand. When he stopped, he pulled me next to him and said, “Bro, this is Savannah.”
“Yeah, I am well aware,” The other man replied with contempt in his voice.
“Good,” Troy quickly answered.
Oh.
“What I do not understand is why you brought her with you? You know she's dead weight and even a good fuck will not keep her mouth shut.”
Before I knew it, Troy had moved me behind him and was in the other guys face almost instantly. He pushed him, then the other guy pushed back. As I stared at the two big men getting ready to fight, I wasn't sure what to do. I'd seen plenty of fights, but they both looked like they could do some real damage. Not only to each other but this lovely cabin kitchen.
I put two fingers in my mouth and gave a piercing whistle? Both guys stopped and turned to me.
“Knock it off,” I yelled. “Nobody has time for this shit.”
Troy looked back at the guy and said, “What I want to know and so should you, brother, is why someone was trying to shoot me? Truth be told, if Savannah wasn't there, I might have missed it. She also dodged a bullet too. Who’s trying to take us out?”
“Brother?” I asked as Troy turned away from the guy and came back to pour his eggs in the pan.
“Yeah, that's Seth, my brother.”
Well, well. Two chocolate, sexy, ass men from the same blood line.
How could I be so lucky?
“My intel has conflicting sources and stories. Some say that Draco is trying to take over since pop is sick. Other says it has nothing to do with him.” Seth wiped his forehead, then said, “I am glad you're alright.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“If I would have known I would not have sent you out there. Never.” Seth started to pace.
“Man, I know. I do not blame you. I just do not want you coming in here ragging on me keeping her. You do not have to worry about that, she's mine.”
“It just doesn't seem like you. Have you thought about her being in on it?” He tried to whisper but clearly not, when he was across the room.
I was about to snap at him, but Troy beat me to it.
“Seth, I know you're in ya big brother mode, but you should know me by now.” Troy held up the spatula in the air to make a point.
Seth nodded his head after staring at Troy and me for a minute. Then he added, “Isn’t she the one that kept you from breaking that boy’s face in high school?”
What?
Oh my God.
Yes, that is right.
I turned towards Troy to see he was looking at Seth with a, now you know, look.
“Oh my God,” I whispered more to myself.
Troy turned to me and smirked.
“So, what’s the heat level?” Troy asked his brother.
“Well,” Troy said as he pushed off the counter from across the room and moved towards the bar. “It looks like they have very little distinguishing footage of you, but they are circulating pictures of Savannah all over. Her name hasn’t been released, but it will not be long now.”
“Wait, what does that mean?” I asked as panic started to take over my body, causing waves of nausea and shivers.
“It means, that you can’t go back to life as you know it. You’ll have to give it all up and start elsewhere. No more Tammytown, because you’ll go down as an accessory.”
“What!?!” I gasped.
“Wait, hold on.” Troy glared at Seth, then moved to me after he turned off the pilot.
My legs started to go as I tried to reach for the nearest chair as the reality hit me that I was about to be a nomad. On the run and not on tour with Jay-Z and Beyoncé. It was too late, my legs gave out and as I started to plummet to the floor, Troy had me in his arms.
“Whoa, whoa.” He moved me to the chair behind the bar. “Wait, darling. It’s not so cut and dry.”
“B-but, he just said,” I started.
“Yeah, but there are choices,” Troy cut me off and pulled up a chair to me and took my hands in his. “We can set you up with a go-plan and you can start all over with enough money to make a good life for yourself. We can stage it as a kidnapping or you can tell the truth.”
“WHAT!” Seth snapped.
Troy had his hand up and said, “Hold on, let me finish.” He squeezed my hand more and said, “I mean, you thought you saw a friend, it wasn’t and all hell broke loose. I already have an alibi, so I am good.”
“Oh,” Seth visibly relaxed.
“W-wait, let me get this right. I can leave for good. Everything that I’ve known and just be gone.
I can be kidnapped. Or lie.”
I am not sure having options were better than having only one. None of these were ideal, yet some could be bearable. It also allowed me to put things into perspective.
My non-existent relationship with my parents. The fact that I didn't want to be in Tammytown anymore. But that didn't mean I wanted to leave forever. Never see my family, friends, cousins, etc. I could do without seeing Keith’s cheating ass. That would be ideal, but one monkey did not stop the show.
Tammytown was a sleepy, boring and mundane place, but it was home. I am not sure what prompted me to ask this, but I asked anyway.
“If you were me, what would you do?”
He shook his head and said, “do not count my opinion in this. You have to do what's best for you. I've been trained from birth to continue this legacy. So, I already have a go bag, places to reside, etc. I was born for this literally, so it's different for me.”
He wasn't calling me weak in a bad way, but he was somber. He and I did not compare when it came to being ready for this.
“Can I think about it?” I asked.
“Sure, darling,” Troy responded.
“You have a twenty-four-hour window,” Seth interjected. “We need to know by tomorrow and that's to keep us all safe.”
“Uh, okay.”
I slid off the stool and left the kitchen. They let me and it wasn’t until noon that a knock came on the door.
“Yes,” I called.
The door opened and Troy walked in with a plate and a cup.
“You've been thinking hard.” He joked. “You need to eat, darling.”
“I am not really hungry,” I said because I wasn't.
How could one eat with their entire life changing so suddenly without any real warning? My only crime was trying to push Troy to have sex with me. I should have kept my ass on that straight and narrow yellow line that led out of the mall.
Nope, not me. Dangerous Vannah. Always up to something and getting my ass in trouble. Just like the time when I interjected myself into Troy’s business with Stewart McAllister. I completely forgot about that until Seth mentioned it earlier.
Troy contemplated me with a dissatisfied gaze. Like he just realized something.