A Life Less Broken

by Margaret McHeyzer

  The tight pleasure deep in my belly grows as his drive intensifies. My heart pounds with excitement. My hot blood is frenzied by a maddening need for more.

  He ravishes me with powerful, rhythmic thrusts of his hips. I lift mine off the bed to meet him and he hits a spot that increases my pleasure exponentially.

  My desire for more is morphing into a raw and sinful need.

  “More,” I moan, moving my hips to match Dominic’s pace.

  He gyrates his hips as I writhe beneath him.

  Dominic speeds up, and I grind hard against him. The friction of his pelvic bone against my sex is driving me to the edge.

  Not once do his dark, intense orbs leave mine.

  The hard knot of excitement in my belly spreads, sending prickles all over my skin.

  My breath is coming out in strong, quick pants. My toes begin to tingle and I finally feel free.

  With deep, fluid motions Dominic intensifies his power as he pounds into me.

  A vein is sticking out on his neck, and I can tell he’s holding back his own release, waiting for me. Mine is close, and the faster he bucks, the more urgent it becomes for me to just let go.

  “I love you so much.” Dominic’s voice is strained.

  He pumps faster. Now the primal need to come overtakes every other emotion.

  Our bodies are so close together, sharing the same passionate dialogue, talking without words. Completely in love.

  My mouth falls open as I gasp for air. Dominic leans down and kisses me. His tongue takes charge and commands me to submit. His body demands possession.

  The spring inside me finally snaps and I cry out. My body trembles against Dominic. He thrusts into me hard, but holds me close to his taut, sweaty body.

  He growls into my mouth, as his plunging halts, and I know he’s just come inside me.

  He remains inside me, rocking gently, and kisses me for a long time, flooding me with love. I feel the intense, consuming connection between us solidify. I’ve never felt anything like this before.

  When he moves away, he slips out and lies on his back next to me, stretching an arm out toward me and pulling me to his side.

  “Thank you, Dominic. I was afraid of having sex again. You made it perfect for me.”

  “Sweetheart, that wasn’t just sex. It was so much more. We became one.”

  He felt it too. The love that was shared freely between us. He completely owns me now, and I own him. He said those words before, but now I really feel it.

  I get up and go to the bathroom to clean up. Dominic goes to the guest bathroom. When we return to bed, I lie securely in his arms and his words replay over and over again.

  “I love you,” I say completely happy and satisfied as I yawn hugely.

  “You gave me a gift when you first said those three words, now you’ve given me something I’ll treasure until I die. You’ve given me your heart, your spirit and your body,” he replies.

  I smile as my eyelids droop closed.

  Before long, I hear Dominic’s soft snoring and my own breathing even out.

  Then it hits me. I’m here, now, snuggling into the side of my lover and perfect partner. I’ve overcome obstacles and I’m stretching my wings, soaring to new heights.

  All because…

  I found the courage to open the door.

  Chapter 32

  “In what appears to be one of the largest and most horrific cases to hit America in the last decade, prominent lawyer Oscar Shriver, policeman Michael Greene, and Rocky Adams have all been sentenced to a combined one thousand and fifty-five years in prison for the brutal rapes and murders of forty-two women. They’re each eligible for parole in two hundred and three years. Oscar Shriver is the son of disgraced financiers John and Doris Shriver, who are also currently under investigation for their roles in this very disturbing case. According to court documents, Oliver Shriver was the ring leader of the gang. Michael Greene provided the break in the case after police seized his personal computer and found thousands of images of the women they had brutalized. Greene was once respected amongst his peers and known as a by-the-book police officer. Rocky Adams, a drug addict and small-time thief, was the trio’s scout and hunted for their victims.”

  Dominic switches the TV off and I’m left staring at a blank screen. Initially it was believed that thirty-six girls were taken, all tortured for the monsters’ own perverse pleasure and then killed.

  The irony of their sentence being handed down today is that it’s the anniversary of the most horrific day of my life. It’s been exactly four years since they took me, and altered my life. Exactly a year and two weeks since they arrested Oscar. His friends were arrested soon after.

  “Are you alright?” Dominic asks as he places a hand on my knee.

  “Do you know that today is the anniversary of the day they took me?” I keep staring at the black, reflective surface of the TV.

  “Yes, I do,” he confirms.

  “Can we go somewhere, right now? I just need to get outside, into the sun.” I turn my head and see a look of surprise quickly pass over Dominic’s face. “What?” I ask, curious about his response.

  “You never cease to surprise me, you know? Just when I think that you might revert back to your shy, frightened ways, you prove me wrong. And now is no exception. You, my beautiful girl, are the strongest and most courageous person that I’ve ever met.” He reaches over to give me a hug.

  Dominic offers me his hand as he stands. I place my palm in his, and he pulls me up and into his warm body.

  The thrill of his heat so close to me sends a jolt of electricity all the way down to my core. His masculine scent soothes me, and his taut, solid body makes me feel so secure. He’s perfect and he’s the love of my life.

  “Where do you want to go?” he asks as he rubs his nose across my hair. “Mmmm, you smell so nice.” A deep, manly growl rumbles from within his chest. He moves my hair to the side and peppers soft, feather-light kisses from the sensitive spot behind my ear, all the way down the angle of my jaw.

  My belly floods with happy, excited butterflies and my heart beats with extra force as his mouth skims my flaming skin.

  “I…ah…mmm.” His passionate touch distracts me, and if he keeps this up, I’m going to want to stay here. In bed.

  “Where are we going, love?” he asks again and gently sucks some of my skin into his mouth. I tilt my head back to give him better access to my throat, arching my back so my breasts press into his firm chest. His hand rests on the dip at the small of my back as his other hand travels to my bottom. He grips my cheeks forcefully, pulling me closer to him.

  I can feel his arousal pressing into the lower part of my belly, and my body reacts excitedly.

  “Um,” I’m finding it hard to form words. I want him, but I don’t want to use him like this to avoid an emotional trigger. “Take me to the pond,” I finally say as he continues his slow exploration of my body with his hands and mouth. He moves a half-step back to look at my face.

  “Alright, I’ll get us a couple of jackets.” He releases me and moves away from me. The moment he leaves, I miss him and want him back.

  “I’ll grab two of bottles of water.” I go to the kitchen while he goes upstairs.

  “Ready,” we say in unison as we meet by the front door. He kisses me once more and unlocks and opens the doors.

  I stand looking at the alarm keypad for a moment and feel myself biting my lip and furrowing my eyebrows together. The little green light is on, telling me the alarm’s off.

  “What is it?” Dominic asks as he steps through the door and holds it open for me.

  “I don’t remember turning the alarm on last night before we went to bed.”

  “You don’t?” He snickers.

  “No I don’t, did you turn it on?” I look at him and notice his cheeky smile.

  “You haven’t noticed then.”

  “Noticed what?” I say as I turn the alarm on, step over the threshold and close the heavy wooden doo
r behind me.

  “You haven’t tuned it on for two days.”

  A tingle of ice shoots up my spine, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention as I take in a gulp of air. “It’s been off for two days?” I whisper completely stunned at my own inattentiveness.

  “Yeah, and you left the kitchen window open, too.” He grins proudly.

  “I did?”

  We reach for each other’s hand at the same moment and hook our pinkies together as we walk the garden path to our car.

  “You did.”

  Dominic opens my car door, and waits for me to put my seatbelt on before he closes it and jogs around to the driver’s side. He drapes our jackets over the back of the seat and starts the car.

  Soft music fills the car, and this time I feel so different about going to the pond. The first time he took me, I was filled with dread and worry, nervous, not knowing how I would react to seeing the place where I was dumped like garbage.

  Now I’m excited to see it for the beautiful site it is – perfect, the way nature intended it to be, filled with the colors of wildflowers that God’s hand has touched.

  When we get to the pond, I don’t wait for Dominic’s strong hand. I open the car door myself and step out in the small parking lot.

  I stand in front of the car and look up at the utterly blue sky. The rays of the sun are warm and they touch me deeper than my skin. They illuminate the layers of my soul as I openly accept the gifts I’ve been given.

  “You ready?” Dominic startles me from the gentle comfort I was taking from the sun.

  “Yeah.” We walk hand in hand out of the small parking area, and make our way through the wildflowers to the pond. The stems are a luscious green and various other vibrant colors are scattered throughout the field leading to the water.

  When we get to the edge of open water, Dominic lays a picnic blanket down. I didn’t even realize he was carrying it until this very moment.

  Dominic lies down and props himself up on his elbows as he looks, watching a gentle breeze sending small ripples to the water’s edge. I instinctively lie down and place my head on Dominic’s stomach. He runs his fingers through my hair, calming me enough to make my eyelids droop. My mind relaxes, knowing that no matter where I go, he’ll always be there to protect me.

  “I can’t believe how my life’s changed,” I murmur as I appreciate Dominic’s gentle, loving touch.

  “I knew from the moment I met you that all you needed was the right person to help you blossom. And I’m so happy that person was me.”

  “I’m not sure how much longer I could’ve held on to that life,” I admit. “The best thing I ever did was turning the TV on and watching that story of the three women that were taken and kept as sex slaves for all those years. That’s how I found you.”

  “And I’m eternally grateful that I was in the office the day you called.” Dominic takes a deep breath. “Sit up,” he says as he taps me on the head once.

  I sit up, cross-legged, and face him as he does the same. Our knees are touching, our hands are linked tightly together, and our eyes are looking deeply into each other’s.

  “I’m completely in love with you, Allyn. I want to be part of everything you do. I want to be the man you need, and I want to take care of you. I want to push you when you think you can’t do something, to hold your hand and tell you that you can. I want to be the man that holds you and makes love to you under the stars as you stare into my eyes and let me see deep into your soul. I want to be the only man who hears your cries of pleasure, your small whimpers as your body begins to tremble tightly around mine. I want it to be just you and me for this life and the next. I want us to be together, to love each other completely and to grow old in each other’s arms. Allyn, you’re the strongest and most angelic woman I’ve ever met. Please say you’ll marry me.” Dominic lets go of my hand and takes a small, pretty blue box with a white ribbon tied in a perfect bow from the pocket of his jacket.

  Tears fall freely as he offers the box to me. I swipe at the saltwater that fall from my eyes and reach out slowly to take the box in my trembling hands.

  “Hey, don’t cry, beautiful girl. I love you, and you love me. That’s all that matters in our world.”

  “I do love you, so much more than I ever thought was possible.”

  I don’t untie the bow. I don’t need to look at the ring to know that it’s perfect. Dominic chose it, so under the lid will be a rare beauty, shining brightly and conveying a deep meaning. Because that is what Dominic does. He takes the ordinary and turns it into the extraordinary.

  “Yes,” I whisper as I look into his eyes.

  “I love you,” he says as his mouth collides with mine.

  He possesses me, owns me, and his love has led me to a life less broken.

  Epilogue

  Rocky Adams

  In One Section of Cell Block C at 5:55 p.m.

  I’ve been here for two days now, and nothing has happened. I keep to myself and have only copped one beating.

  I’ve sussed out the dealer here and I’ve watched him. He’s protected by a strong formation of prison thugs.

  But I’m dying for one little hit, just enough to get me though these next few days. I’ve gone too fucking long without anything. Of course, the motherfucking jail doesn’t allow us to bring in anything. Jail isn’t supposed to be a comfortable place, but it’s fucking tough as shit. I need a hit before I lose my goddamn mind.

  I carefully approach the table where King J’s sitting. His goons form a barrier around him and stop me from advancing any further.

  “Can I see him, please?” Fuck the ‘please’ bullshit, but if it gets me a line, I’ll do it.

  “Let him through,” I hear the deep grumble of King J from behind the huge buffoon in front of me.

  The guy steps aside and King J motions for me to come closer.

  “What do you want?” he asks gruffly.

  “I hear you’re the man to come to when I need something to take the edge off.”

  “Fuck off before I beat you to death,” he says disdainfully and looks away from me, totally disregarding my presence.

  One of his henchmen starts pushing me away.

  “Please, I just need a little.” I shamelessly beg for anything he can give me.

  “Wait,” he says and the gorilla takes his hands off me. I brush his hands away and give him a ‘eat shit’ look as I step closer to the table.

  “Follow me,” King J says as he stands and starts walking toward the cells.

  I follow eagerly, ‘cause I can’t fucking wait to get a taste of the magic white powder that makes me come alive.

  We get to his cell. As he stands with his back to the wall, his army forms a protective barrier around us, blocking us from the guards’ sight.

  Fuck, what have I gotten myself into?

  “What are you gonna do for me in exchange for what you need?” he asks as he crosses his arms in front of his massive chest.

  “Um, I don’t know. What do you want?”

  “My cock needs sucking,” he says flatly.

  Whoa – I don’t do guys.

  “I’m not gay,” I say, taking a step back from him.

  “Neither am I, but my cock needs someone’s lips wrapped around it. Seeing as my spine’s not made of rubber, and you want something I have, you’d best get on your knees and wrap that pretty little mouth of yours around my dick.”

  “Are you fucking serious?” I ask, completely horrified.

  He shrugs. “Do you want a hit or do you a want a beating? Either way, I don’t care. Your choice.”

  I close my eyes and swallow the huge lump in my throat. Bile starts creeping up behind it and will soon be all over the cement floor. But fuck, just one little taste will be enough to get me right.

  Slowly I sink to my knees, close my eyes tight and open my mouth. I feel his cock slide in and I dry retch while trying to stop myself from gagging.

  He grabs the sides of my head and holds me
still while he fucks my mouth hard.

  Roughly, he keeps slamming into me as I gag. Finally, I feel his cum spurt down my throat. He locks his hands around the back of my head and holds me there until I swallow all of it.

  Disgusting, salty, vile-tasting shit, that is.

  I sit back on the floor and I’m disgusted with myself for stooping so low.

  Thank God it’s over. I’ll never do that shit again.

  When I look up, King J has placed the smallest line I’ve ever seen on the back of his hand. It’s not even half a line, maybe only a third.

  “What the fuck? I just sucked you off and that’s all you’re giving me?” I say angrily as I stand and point to the pathetic excuse for a line on his hand.

  “You want a full line, you have to bend over,” he says, completely confident.

  “I have to what?” I ask, stunned.

  “You want a full line? Then you let me fuck you up your ass.”

  What the fuck?

  “I’m not gay,” I say again in the smallest of voices, more to convince myself than King J.

  “Neither am I.” His face is completely devoid of emotion.

  Fuck. I take the step toward him and snort the shit off his hand. If I’m going to do this, I need to be flying so at least I can forget.

  I drop my pants, turn around and bend over for King J.

  He rams into me without warning, without even spitting on his cock first to ease the way. I scream out in pain as he hammers hard into my ass.

  The torment is barbarous as he continues to slam into me. He grips my hips, and I’m about to lose everything in my stomach as he angrily pounds into me.

  He comes deep in my ass. I feel used, degraded and disgusting.

  I pull my pants up and turn around to see a full line on the back of his hand.

  I snort it all up and lick his hand, getting every last particle of powder left there. I just got fucked in the ass for it, so I may as well take what I deserve.

  I turn to walk out of the cell, but my asshole burns with severe, brutal pain with every move I make.

  “This time every day, you meet me here,” King J says.