Freed by Him

by GL Chapple

  “I’m going home” I said icily and he nodded as if he’d expected this response.

  I walked back towards the hotel with him keeping a safe distance behind. He called out to me as we got close but I ignored him. Within a few strides he’d caught me up and held my onto arm.

  “I’m taking you home.”

  I turned to face him, ready to argue but he repeated it again, his face determined and his tone brokering no arguments.

  “You can ignore me if you want, but I’m driving you home. Easy way or the hard way.” he said affectionately but I scowled at him.

  “You can’t just leave” I muttered but he told me that we going.

  As we entered through the main door, I could see that his grandfather was waiting in the foyer of the hotel. He looked dreadfully upset and I felt for him. Walking straight over to him I wrapped my arms around him. He looked at me in surprise for a moment before hugging me back.

  “I’m not angry or upset with you at all, Gramps” I said and he smiled at the word “Gramps”.

  “I’m so sorry…”

  “It’s not your place to apologise for anything,” I soothed him, glaring at Nate.

  The valet brought the car round, pulling up next to us and we all got in. Nate put the music on and we drove his grandfather back home in silence. I got out of the car and gave him another farewell hug. He asked me if I’d come and visit him and I laughed and told him I’d try my best.

  Nate went in with him and I waited in the car for him to return. He got back in the car and looked over at me searchingly, but I ignored him and turned the radio back on.

  We drove a few more minutes in silence until Nate pulled the car over onto the side of the road and turned the radio off.

  “What do you want to know?”

  “It’s a bit late now isn’t it!”

  He stared at me for a minute then sighed. He twisted his body so that he could face me as he spoke.

  “We were together from kids, Lena. I was with her for three years before I went into the service. She wasn’t happy about it and we drifted apart. Yes, I’d asked her to marry me, but the love of my life?…Not even close, maybe I was dumb enough to think that at one point, but I was young and stupid. I came home early from deployment. I was going to make a surprise announcement to her and my family that I intended to leave the regiment and come home.”

  He paused and clicked his jaw. “I came home to find her screwing my brother on the kitchen table. I’m not sure how long it had been going on. I never stuck around to hear answers, and I’ve not looked for them since.”

  I was shocked. I thought she’d been a bitch, but I hadn’t been expecting that. I could understand his grandfather’s dislike for her now. I didn’t know what to say. I was upset for Nate and stunned by what he’d told me, but I was still pissed off that it hadn’t come from him wanting to talk to me.

  “You still should have told me,” I mumbled.

  “Yeah probably,” I glanced at him and he laughed holding his hands up in surrender.

  “Sorry, yes definitely! I should have told you.” He looked remorseful before adding wryly, “To be fair though, in my defence, I didn’t expect that it would come up in conversation at their wedding.”

  “Is that why you dislike each other so much?” I asked in reference to his and Jonathan’s relationship. Immediately I saw his barriers go up. He looked uncomfortable with the conversation, but to his credit he continued to speak.

  “He’s always been resentful, jealous and pretty bitter about the fact that I exist.”

  He shrugged as if it was no big deal, but I could imagine that growing up with a sibling who made it clear they didn’t want you around must have been hurtful.

  “He’s done some stuff he shouldn’t have…” He let his words hang there and looking at me he held his hands out.

  “I don’t know what you want me to say Sweetheart. Fucking my girlfriend certainly didn’t help our relationship, but to be honest with you, there wasn’t much of one before that point anyway. Maybe he did it to piss me off; maybe they genuinely loved each other, it doesn’t make any difference to me at all.”

  “But you loved her,” I said sadly, hurting for him for the pain his brother and fiancée must have inflicted on him.

  He reached out and pushed a loose tendril back off my face; holding his hand there, he rubbed his thumb gently across my cheek and I felt myself melt into his touch.

  I still felt angry with him, but it was too hard to hold onto the anger in the face of that intimate gesture.

  “I thought I loved her. I was young and stupid, probably more in love with the idea of love than with her”

  He mused, “Princess, nobody has ever affected me as you do. You enchant me, captivate me, you’ve weaved a goddamn web around me.” He smiled as he leaned over and kissed me.

  “No more arguing. Let’s go home and make up?” he teased, as he emphasised looking me over in my dress.

  I pulled a rueful face “Anything else I should know?” I pressed and he looked thoughtful for a second before shaking his head, “Nope.”

  I gave in and smiled at him, earning me a huge grin, he kissed the tip of my nose before driving us back to his house.

  Nate

  Thankfully her mood had improved by the time we got back to my house. The thought of seeing her looking so breathtakingly beautiful and being denied was a torture I didn’t want to experience. I scooped her up at the front door and she burst out laughing.

  “Put me down, you fool! We’ve been to a wedding, not got married ourselves! You don’t need to carry me over the threshold!” she shrieked, as I kicked the door shut with my foot.

  I carried her straight upstairs to the bedroom and put her down to stand at the base of the bed. She stood looking at me defiantly her eyes blazing with lust, betraying her stance.

  “Now’s the fun part” I said as I moved behind her to help her out of her dress.

  “We get to make friends again”

  Thanks to her hair being pinned on her head, her neck was already exposed. I started kissing her gently and heard her breath hitch, as I ran my hands over her underwear-clad body, she shivered making me smile.

  She was so responsive to me. I knew that I could get her wet and ready without even touching her, and that thought alone had my dick standing to attention.

  I unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. She slid her underwear down and stood in front of me, completely naked. She was beautiful. Her body was lithe and toned thanks to her training sessions, her blonde hair pinned messily up with stray loose tendrils framing her face. Her eyes were strikingly blue against her pale skin. I looked at her lips, which were turned up in a smile at me. Raising my eyes to meet hers I moved forward to stand inches from her, “You are exquisite,” I whispered to her, kissing her just as her mouth spread into a wide smile.

  I pushed her gently down onto the bed, lacing kisses over her body, as she sighed contently. Tonight I was going to show her the difference between fucking and loving; I was going to take my time and devour every inch of this perfect body of hers.

  I woke the next morning to find her still snuggled into my arms. Smiling I carefully slipped out of the bed and went downstairs. I was debating whether to go for a quick run or to make breakfast when my phone rang.

  I grabbed it and answered the call. It was a friend who used to be in the regiment with me. He’d left not long after me and had gone into his own security business.

  I’d contacted him recently to find out information about Lena’s ex-boyfriend, though I’d decided now that her father had obviously dealt with that. I thanked him for his help, but told him that I’d been assured that the guy had been dealt with.

  I gave him the name of Lena’s attacker and asked if he could trace him as a matter of urgency. He told me he’d get right on it and would be back in touch shortly. I thanked him and hung up, wondering what I should mention to Lena.

  The last thing I wanted to do was betray
her trust or let her down, but I didn’t want her getting involved or going anywhere near this guy. I was going to deal with this and she’d never be bothered by this scumbag again.

  I was lost in my thoughts when I felt her wrap her arms around my waist.

  “Morning!” she said groggily and I spun round to face her.

  “Morning, Princess. Breakfast?” I asked, kissing her.

  Her head moved against my chest as she nodded before she released me and sat down at the breakfast bar.

  We ate breakfast and she told me that was catching up with Maddie later on. My thoughts drifted back to my earlier call, I’d decided against contacting Marcus. This was nothing to do with him and the last thing I wanted was for any comeback to affect him.

  Lena had received another letter a few days before. I’d thought there was a strong possibility there might be another once the word was out that she’d made CEO. I’m not even sure that she would have told me if I hadn’t asked. She’d tried to downplay it, but I knew that she was upset by it. I was going to sort this out once and for all.

  “Have you contacted your brother to apologise for leaving early?” Her question cut into my thoughts, catching me off guard. It wasn’t something that I’d even considered.

  I pulled a face and turned away as I put the dishes in the sink. She got up, walked around me to get to them and turned the water on.

  “You should send him a quick message. They might be going away on their honeymoon. Are you going to try and stay in touch now?”

  I sighed, not really wanting to get into it. “I have no idea.”

  She turned back to look at me, her face was filled with compassion and understanding.

  “I can’t imagine how much he must have hurt you, but surely he’s trying to make an effort? Can you let go and move on?”

  I shrugged, refusing to get drawn into a conversation about it and she turned back to the dishes, letting it go.

  The wedding day had gone better than I’d expected. Apart from the last hour or so I’d not had a bad time. Gramps had kept his word and not said anything to antagonise Jonathan or Clarissa, though I hadn’t expected that to mean that he would quite literally not speak.

  He’d sat at the table nursing his drink, only speaking and making an effort with Lena, who he was clearly smitten with.

  Naively perhaps, I hadn’t anticipated that Lena would find out about me and Clarissa, but Gramps had obviously said something because she’d been furious - rightly so I suppose, thinking about it.

  I’d thought that the whole debacle was going to be awkward enough without giving Lena a reason to feel uncomfortable, with hindsight though I should have explained the situation to her beforehand. It wasn’t fair for her to find out like that.

  Thinking that he’d upset her, my poor Gramps had been beside himself. He’d come straight over to me, rescuing me from Clarissa, to tell me that Lena had gone for some air, but that I might like to check on her.

  Once we’d been out of earshot of Clarissa, he’d began to apologise profusely, looking distraught. I’d asked him to go and wait for us in the hotel lobby, then I went after Lena.

  She was sitting on a bench looking out over the gardens, her posture stiff and rigid. She hadn’t heard me approaching her until I spoke.

  I knew my gramps had let slip how serious things had been between me and Clarissa, so I expected that she was going to be pissed at me.

  She turned, her eyes blazing, her anger and aggression radiating from her. I tried to pacify her but she erupted, her harsh words cutting me. I could cope with her anger but I’d never meant to hurt her or give her reason to doubt me.

  She paced in front of me, waving her arms about as she yelled. She looked ferocious. She was adamant that she was going home so I told her that I would take her. She was going to argue, but I insisted. She could ignore me or seethe at me all night, but she wasn’t going anywhere without me.

  Telling her about Jonathan and Clarissa had been easier than I’d thought. I should definitely have done it in the beginning. I wasn’t bothered that they were married or together; the circumstances of them getting there still angered me, but it was a long time ago now and I was sick of holding onto it.

  Having Lena come into my life had shown me that Clarissa and I would never have lasted; we’d been young and immature. I’d never felt – with Clarissa or anyone else - the connection I had with Lena.

  I watched her across at the breakfast bar as she sat there, wearing just my tee shirt again, her hair tied up in a messy bun on top of her head.

  She sucked the tip of her thumb and looked over at me.

  “What?” she asked and I grinned at her.

  “Just admiring the view” She held a hand up, laughing, “Well, that’s all you’re doing this morning! My poor body can’t take anymore.”

  My grin spread wider as I walked towards her.

  Laughing harder she shook her head, struggling to get her words out.

  “No… Nate… .n… no…” I caught her round the waist and pulled her to the edge of the stool.

  As I stood in between her thighs, she was pleading with me, making excuses about Maddie. I noticed the change in her breathing, the flush on her chest and neck, the way her lips parted as I got close and how she subconsciously licked her lips.

  I lifted her tee shirt off her and she made no move to stop me. She sat there in all her naked glory and I moaned in appreciation, causing a small smile to play on her lips.

  “If you can tell me to stop, I will, instantly…” I looked deep into her eyes “otherwise, I’m gonna have you screaming my name until your voice is hoarse.”

  I tilted my head and ran my tongue gently along her soft, plump lips. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she leaned forward, kissing me possessively and wrapping her legs around me.

  I pulled her off the stool and lifted her up laying her on the breakfast bar, her legs dangling over it. I manoeuvred her so that she was placed on the edge. Picking the tee shirt back up, I folded it and placed it under her head.

  I ran my eyes over her body, savouring her.

  Now this is a meal I could happily eat every day for the rest of my life.”

  I ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh listening to her to moan softly.

  Even if I wasn’t touching her, just the sounds I was able to elicit from her had me rock-hard.

  I caressed her gently, running my hands over her body, following up with soft licks and little nips making her moan again. I could see that she was wet already. I ran my finger along the crease at her inner thigh before moving to the other side, just barely grazing her and she whimpered in protest.

  I was more conscious of my actions following her revelations, paying close attention to her reactions to me.

  She flinched slightly as I ran my fingers over her. I followed it up with my tongue and she groaned, arching her back slightly. I repeated the action again, just barely touching her where she wanted me so badly, her breath caught, my name coming out as a plea.

  Standing between her legs I lifted one and turning slightly, I laced kisses from her heel all the way to her thigh.

  Reaching the top of her leg, I turned my head and ran my tongue right over her. She was soaking. I teased her gently with my tongue before plunging into her. She moaned and whimpered beneath me and as I moved up and gently sucked her clit, she groaned in response, moaning my name more loudly.

  I slipped my finger into her and felt her arch into me in response, sucking and nibbling as I thrust, adding another finger.

  Her breathing had turned to pants and she mumbled my name over and over. I felt her leg starting to quiver as she fought to hold onto her control.

  “Let go, Princess, come for me” I told her just before I took her with my mouth again, gently sucking and pushing her over.

  I felt her muscles spasm and continued to move my fingers, drawing her orgasm out as she called my name, her back lifting, her breathing ragged. I look at her, her eyes closed in ecstasy,
the flush on her cheeks intensified; she was beautiful, breathtaking and all mine. I was never letting her go.

  In contrast to the intimacy of the night before, I pulled her down off the breakfast bar onto my hips, turned around and fucked her hard against the kitchen wall, her legs wrapped tightly around me as I pounded into her, feeling her to fall apart again, screaming my name.

  We slid down onto the floor and there we sat, both naked against the cold tiles. She lay her head on my chest, muttering about her underfloor heating and complaining about my lack of, insistent that any further ‘sexcapades’ in the kitchen were to take place at her house.

  Both our phones went off at the same time, mine beeping to alert me to a text and hers ringing.

  It was Maddie no doubt, wondering where the hell she was. She got up and raced upstairs to get her phone. I could hear her laughing and cursing.

  Checking for my phone I saw that the text message was from the same number that had texted a few times before. I debated whether to just delete it but curiosity got the better of me. Opening the message I read, “You’re making bad choices. Remember what’s important.”

  I didn’t even bother to reply, instead going into the options to look at blocking the number.

  Lena came back into the room before I could finish, I dropped the phone down and made a mental note to get the number blocked later. She was trying to look serious but failing miserably, “I need to get home now Masters! You can’t keep me here as some sort of sex slave all weekend!” I laughed and agreed to drive her home.

  Lena

  Nate dropped me off and I showered quickly before Maddie called over. Nate had suggested a shower at his, but I’d declined, knowing full well that I’d be even further delayed; the man was insatiable…

  Yesterday had gone well, up to a certain point anyway. I was still annoyed with Nate for holding back on me. It was completely unfair of him to expect me to confide in him yet not share with me something that had obviously been a huge part of his life.

  I dried my hair quickly and threw on a pair of yoga pants and vest top, as I thought over the day.