Brooklyn Bounce (Alex Taylor Book 3)

by Andrew G. Nelson

  That is who you wanted after all, isn’t it? she thought.

  A smile slowly began to appear on Tatiana’s face, as she recalled the time in the cabin. She closed her eyes, thinking about the way she looked, how she smelled, even the warmth of her lips. Tatiana felt a flash of heat course through her body and she shuddered in anticipation of what was to come.

  “Well, I guess it’s time the little bitch paid the piper,” she said, before lifting the glass up to her lips and taking the final drink.

  She sat it down on the table in front of her before getting up from the couch. Her state of arousal, coupled with the alcohol, caused her to feel a sudden rush, and she steadied herself on the arm for a moment.

  “Easy there, kiddo,” she chided herself. “You need to start pacing yourself.”

  She walked carefully over to the door, unlocking it, and entered the room.

  Her heart began to beat quicker as she entered the room and she paused for a moment to appreciate the site of Alex’s body lying on the bed. She knew first hand that after tonight things would be different between the two of them and she wanted to commit this image to her memory.

  Was this what went through his mind as well? she wondered.

  She recalled every moment of that first time with Banning; the ferocity, the depravity. The first few times she had tried to fight back, to scream for help, but it was pointless and it only seemed to excite him more. He delighted in taking her against her will; his eyes going wild with unbridled lust as he tore and cut the clothing from her body.

  There was a cruel barbarity in what he had done to her in the beginning. The more she resisted the more physically abusive he was. So many times she would lay there alone afterwards, her body bruised and battered, the metallic taste of blood on her lips, begging to die.

  Death would have been so welcome over what he did to her on a daily basis.

  Eventually she stopped fighting back and just let him do as he pleased. He was still callous, but it was over much quicker that way. It was as if her mind had shut down. Whenever he would come in she would just go to her happy place until he was finished. Then one day something changed. Banning had just finished and collapsed on top of her. She could feel the warmth of his skin against hers; felt his heart beating rapidly. All along she had felt as if he was just using her for sex, but now she came to the realization it wasn’t about that, it was about her. For one singular moment everything seemed to align perfectly and it changed her world view forever. Banning truly wanted her.

  The next time they were together she didn’t go to her happy place, but instead stayed present in the moment. At first she believed that she was surrendering to his desire, but with each passing moment she realized that she was giving in to her own. As the momentum built, her mind was overcome by the sensory onslaught that was occurring within her. It was all new territory for her. No one, man or woman, had ever brought her to this place before. She felt like a goddess. It was her, not him, who was doing the taking. Banning might not have realized it at the time, but he was serving her now, giving her everything that she wanted. Her mind had given in fully to her corporeal desire and it culminated in an orgasm beyond anything that she had ever felt before.

  It was after that moment of incredible self-awareness that her life had changed. She had come to the realization that the bonds of captivity were ones she had placed on herself. Sex was only a vehicle, but she could choose the destination.

  But she’s not there yet, she reminded herself.

  Everyone was different. In retrospect, she had given in rather quickly. It probably helped that she’d been used and abused by others in her life, but Alex was different. She was a cop and she would probably do anything and everything to fight back. It would take a while to break her, but the reality was that everyone had their breaking point. In the interim, she would take a cue from Banning and just enjoy each and every glorious moment that was about to come.

  Losing Susan may have been emotionally hard, but the truth was that there was only so much she could physically do with her. With Alex, those limitations were now removed and she could give in to her more depraved desires with reckless abandon.

  In the immediate future she would have to make plans to get out of here with her prize. The area was secluded enough that she didn’t have to really worry about anyone stumbling across them, but why tempt fate. For the moment she could at least have a little fun, but to truly enjoy Alex, in all the ways that she wanted, she would have to find a more remote playground.

  Tatiana walked over and stood beside the bed. Her eyes gravitated toward Alex’s chest and she bit her lower lip, as she watched her breasts rise up with every breath.

  After allowing herself a moment to enjoy the sensual calm before the storm, she reached down and slowly removed the hood. She would not deny herself the pleasure of watching Alex’s emotions play out on her face as she raped her.

  “Hey there,” Tatiana said, watching Alex’s eyes squint, as they acclimated to the light, while she removed the gag. “How are you feeling?”

  “I’m fine,” Alex replied, “but it sounds like you might be having a little trouble in paradise.”

  “Me? Trouble in paradise? Why would you ever say that?” Tatiana asked, as she sat down in the chair.

  “My mouth might be gagged, but my ears work just fine,” Alex said sarcastically. “Judging from that obscenity laced tirade I heard coming out of your little inamorata’s mouth, I’m surprised you’re not out buying bulk amounts of roses and chocolates.”

  “Oh that,” Tatiana replied, waving her hand dismissively. “Susan is young. Girls her age have a certain penchant for being melodramatic.”

  “You can call it melodramatic, I’d call it sleeping with one eye open for a while.”

  “You flatter her,” Tatiana said, as she lit up a cigarette and set the pack down on the table next to the chair.

  “Well, you have to admit that she has a respectable resume,” Alex replied. “Personally, I’d be a little bit worried that Cupid’s arrow might be tipped with poison.”

  “Mmmmmm,” Tatiana murmured, as she took a drag. “Perhaps it might be respectable numerically, but overall it is not very impressive when you consider them individually. You see, by and large, Susan’s victims all tended to be idiots who had their heads buried in the sand. Confrontation is not her forte, subterfuge is more her style. Look how poorly things almost turned out when the two of you squared off.”

  “Whatever,” Alex replied with a smirk. “She’s sharing your bed, not mine.”

  That remark elicited a genuine laugh.

  “It’s funny you should say mention that, Alex,” Tatiana said.

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “Well, after your little stunt before I don’t think I have to worry about what side of the bed I’ll be sleeping on for a while.”

  “So there is trouble in paradise.”

  “No, no trouble,” Tatiana replied. “Let’s just say that I merely switched islands.”

  “I don’t get it?”

  Tatiana took a drag on the cigarette, and then blew a perfect smoke ring into the air. “I’m sure you thought it would be quite humorous to drive a wedge between Susan and me, but in reality the only thing you actually accomplished was to accelerate my plan.”

  “Oh, you have a plan,” Alex said mockingly. “I can’t wait to hear this.”

  “Susan was an amazing girl,” Tatiana replied, “and I would be lying if I said that I didn’t have fun with her, but she was still just a girl.”

  “God, you have issues.”

  Tatiana let the barb pass unanswered, as she rolled the cigarette between her fingers, a contemplative look on her face. “You know, I guess it is how an older man feels when he has a much younger woman on his arm. They might be great in bed, but they lack the familiarity of life that a peer of equal maturity brings to the equation.”

  “Happy hunting, bitch.”

  “Oh, my hunting days are over,
Alex,” Tatiana replied, taking a final drag on the cigarette and then dropping it to the floor below where she crushed it beneath her shoe.

  “Fuck you.”

  “Mmmmmmmm, those were my thoughts exactly,” Tatiana said with a smile, as she stood up from the chair. “I guess great minds think alike.”

  “Touch me again and I’ll fucking kill you,” Alex replied menacingly.

  “I so understand where you’re coming from,” Tatiana said, as she hovered above her. “You’ll have a change of heart,….. eventually, but until then I’m going to enjoy every second of breaking you.”

  “I’m warning you,…..”

  Tatiana climbed on top of Alex, straddling her legs, and reached down, grabbing the hem of Alex’s shirt roughly. With both hands she began ripping it apart, watching intently as she exposed bare skin beneath. When she was done she stared down at the tattered remnants of the shirt. There was something so incredibly intoxicating with taking what you wanted by force. It established the foundations of the relationship.

  She reached down and began caressing Alex’s breasts playfully through the bra.

  God, they’re so much more impressive then Susan’s, she thought, as she felt the nipples begin to harden.

  “Don’t you fucking dare…” Alex said angrily through gritted teeth.

  Tatiana pinched the nipples roughly; hard enough to elicit a yelp of pain from the woman.

  “Or what?” she sneered, as she slowly released her grip and then began caressing them softly through the bra’s material. “Besides, it looks like the only thing saying no right now is your mouth.”

  “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Alex replied.

  “I own you now, bitch, just accept it.”

  Tatiana lowered her face toward Alex’s chest, her hands cupping them firmly. The real fun would begin shortly, but for the moment she just wanted to enjoy them in their pristine state.

  An argument could be made that her alcohol fueled lust, coupled with her sense of self, had made Tatiana oblivious to just how dangerous Alex could be. Her mind was swirling with images of how she was going to brutally ravage the woman’s body, so it was understandable that she had missed a number of clues. None of which mattered when Alex’s knee rose up and rammed into her with enough force to drive her forward.

  Tatiana gasped loudly, her eyes going wide, as pain radiated throughout her lower extremities. Before she had a chance to recover that pain was matched by an equally excruciating one, as Alex brought her left hand down and drove the glass shard into the woman’s back.

  Alex seized the moment, releasing her hold on the glass and began pummeling Tatiana’s head with her left fist. Most of the blows landed harmlessly, as the woman instinctively raised her arms up to ward off the blows. But one devastating shot made it through and Alex’s fist landed squarely on her temple, snapping her head sharply. The result was that Tatiana’s brain slammed violently against her skull body and her body immediately went limp. Alex thrust her hips up and rolled her upper body toward the left so that Tatiana slid off of her and landed on the floor below with a resounding thud.

  “I warned you, bitch,” Alex said smugly, as she reached over with her left hand and began untying the last rope that held her to the bed.

  When she’d freed herself, she sat up and slid her feet over the edge, resting them on the body beneath her.

  You’re getting way too old for this kinda shit, she thought.

  Slowly she got up and made her way out of the room, looking for something to tie the woman up.

  There wasn’t much to find in the living room or kitchen. She rummaged through the cabinets, but there wasn’t even a plastic garbage bag that she could repurpose. She gave up the search and made her way into the adjoining bedroom. She began rummaging through the closet where she located a pair of pantyhose and a long sleeve blouse. It wasn’t a pair of handcuffs, but they would make do in a pinch.

  Alex turned around and headed toward the backroom, pausing when she got in the doorway, as she realized Tatiana was gone.

  “What the…..?” was all she managed to mutter, before she felt Tatiana come crashing into her from the bathroom.

  Alex landed on her side, her ribs crashing into the edge of the bedframe and knocking the wind out of her. Tatiana seized the advantage and began punching Alex. Now it was her turn to cover up, as blow after blow rained down upon her. One shot land squarely on Alex’s jaw causing blood to spray from her mouth onto the sheet below her.

  Oh shit, this isn’t good, she thought, as she felt her body begin to go limp.

  She raised her right arm over her head protectively, as blow after blow continued to rain down upon her.

  “I told you I owned you,” Tatiana screamed defiantly.

  Alex rammed the palm of her hand into the edge of the bed, moving it forward just enough that her body fell to the floor. This caused Tatiana to lose balance momentarily, which was all the time Alex needed. She turned her body slightly, then exploded backward and drove her elbow viciously into Tatiana’s chest. It didn’t take the fight out of her, but it drove her back just enough that Alex was able to turn around and get herself on a better footing.

  “Own this bitch.”

  Tatiana might have had the size advantage, but Alex was a scrappy street fighter who had done her fair share of back alley, bare-knuckle brawling. She managed to grab hold of Tatiana’s hair, jerking her head backward, as the two women rolled around on the bedroom floor, then proceeded to land several blows to her face. One blow snapped her head back with enough force that it caused it to slam against the ground with a loud crack. Immediately the fight went out of her and Tatiana’s body went limp.

  Alex scrambled backward, breathing heavily, as she put some space between them.

  “Fuck me,” she muttered, as she wiped the blood away from her lips.

  She got to her feet and walked over to Tatiana. Blood was now pooling on the floor beneath the woman’s head. She was out of the fight for the moment, but Alex wasn’t about to take any more chances.

  She looked around, spotting the blouse next to the bed and immediately tied up Tatiana’s hands securely. When she was done, she looked around for the pantyhose, but couldn’t find them.

  The adrenaline that had been coursing through her body just seconds earlier drained from her in a rush. A sense of physical weariness kicked in and then her body began to tremble. Her body felt heavy and she found herself leaning back against the wall for support.

  Fuck it, she thought and allowed her body to slide slowly to the ground.

  Alex felt incredibly tired and just needed to take a break for a moment. She leaned over, retrieving the nearby pack of cigarettes and lighter off the floor and lit one up, as she kept a wary eye on the unconscious woman.

  “You don’t mind, do you, babe?”

  CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

  Maguire stared out the windshield, drumming his fingers on the center console, as the patrol car barreled down the road. The wail of the car’s siren was doing its best to herald the impending arrival of the cavalry, but would it be too late?

  This was always the hardest time for a cop, the period of time between the initial call for help and arrival on the scene, where you were utterly helpless. While en route to a call most cops would search their brains trying to recall something about the location that would aid them when they arrived.

  Had they ever been there before? What type of location was it? Did any of the occupants have a history of weapons or violence?

  But New Hampshire was all uncharted territory for Maguire and he was only left with his thoughts of what condition they might find Alex in.

  A moment later the car took a severe right turn, sharp enough to cause the back end to slide out, until Hutch spun the wheel around and all four tires gripped the road again.

  Maguire had to hand it to him; the kid was a helluva wheelman.

  The car left the hard pavement and began racing up a stretch of gravel roadway. Up ahead a s
mall rustic cabin appeared. As they drew closer, time began to slow considerably, as Maguire saw a figure appear in the doorway.

  Alex!

  Maguire felt the brakes on the car lock-up, spraying gravel, and threw open the door. He rushed toward Alex just as she came limping down from the porch.

  “Nice of you to show up, rookie,” she said. “It’s about friggin’ time.”

  “Jesus Christ, you look like shit,” he exclaimed, as he drew closer.

  “Well if you think I look that bad, you should get a look at your psycho-bitch ex-girlfriend.”

  Maguire looked at Alex with a quizzical expression. “What?”

  “Bat shit crazy Patty,” Alex replied. “You remember her, don’t you?”

  “She’s still here?”

  “Oh yeah,” Alex said, “but she’s gonna have a massive headache when she wakes up.”

  “I’m so sorry, Alex,” Maguire said.

  The thought that someone he had once loved could have caused so much pain and suffering still troubled him deeply, even more since it was directed at someone else he loved.

  “Yeah, well that’s another one you owe me,” she said dryly.

  “We can talk about who owes who what later,” he said, “but right now we need to get you to the hospital.”

  “No, what you need to do is get me a damn drink,” she replied.

  “We can talk about that on the way to the hospital,” he said, as he reached out to take her by the hand.

  Alex began to protest, but it was cut short by a sudden, searing pain she felt in her hand.

  She’d known Maguire for almost two decades and never in that time had he ever been physically rough to her. Yet the pain she now felt coursing through her right arm was entirely all too real. Alex looked toward him in shock, but his eyes were no longer looking at hers.

  What the…..?

  Midway through the thought it was suddenly cut-off, as Maguire cocked his arm back and pulled her body toward him. The force caused her legs to partially give way and she found herself stumbling forward, moving past him, and in the direction of the others cops, who also seemed to be in some state of urgency.