Explicit Instruction

by Scarlett Finn

  Rushe and the others were of course coming back to the hideout. But that first night, on their approach to the shack, she hadn’t been aware of their surroundings. Most of the environment looked the same as the rest, as Flick had learned on her brief expedition. She’d been out of the shack, far into her journey, and it hadn’t occurred to her that these men would travel the same route she would be on. Especially as she had walked in the opposite direction to the one they’d driven on her first arrival here.

  When they got back to the shack and the men piled out it was like a recurring nightmare. Rushe took hold of her, and on their journey into the structure, and into the bedroom, her feet never touched the floor. Not until he dropped her down onto it. It was dark. It was cold. She was wet and dirty. But what she was most aware of was Rushe’s seething figure. Flick could feel his anger.

  ‘Sixty seconds,’ he muttered. ‘I said sixty seconds. Can you not count?’

  ‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘When the rain started, and the lightening, and with the mud. I didn’t have anything on my feet.’

  He got hold of her and pulled her up to the tips of her toes, flattening her against the wall.

  Flick mumbled and blinked into darkness but Rushe’s hand covered her mouth holding her against the wall.

  ‘You like it here?’ he snarled. No lights were on but she didn’t need to see him. ‘I told you to take a hike. I was never supposed to see you again.’

  With his usual finesse, he released her, and she collapsed to the floor. Flick wasn’t surprised by his actions, and his brusqueness was almost familiar. The lamp came on and she held up a hand to block the bright intrusion. Flick got back up to her feet. Rushe paced the width of the room in front of the door; again, he clenched and unclenched his fists.

  ‘Can I go and get cleaned up?’

  Rushe stopped pacing. ‘Take off your clothes.’

  ‘Excuse me?’

  ‘Now,’ he rumbled.

  Flick’s tiredness lessened as she observed him; his chin down, his eyes black, his short, shallow breaths. He made demands, yet she felt powerful. This man wanted something he’d only get if she complied. He’d proved that he wouldn’t take it by force.

  After the disastrous day, this was the comfort Flick needed, and this was the way Rushe could offer it to her. After unzipping her jeans, she unbuttoned the shirt, and let it drop. Flick removed one top, and then the other, peeling back the layers with excruciating diligence.

  His fingers began to flex again, and Flick knew he wanted her to move faster. But with his eyes on hers Flick very slowly pushed her jeans down, and stepped out of them, kicking off the dirty socks in the process. In front of him completely naked, she let him look his fill.

  ‘Turn around.’

  When his voice rumbled and his lips didn’t move she got chills, but she did as told. Without seeing him she knew he was examining this new angle of her as intently as the first.

  Rushe made no noise when he moved closer; the first she knew was the crushing hold of his hands on her ass. He squeezed and stroked her, then drew his hand down between her cheeks until he reached her clit. His other arm came around her, and he gripped her breast.

  Two of his fingers slid into her, then a third in and out. Compelling her forward he pushed her to the wall, while his fingers still worked in and out of her.

  ‘You want more of this?’ he growled into her ear, the humidity of his breath dampened her hair. ‘You dirty little whore, you’re soaking me. You like this?’

  But from how she squirmed against him there could be no denying how amazing Rushe made her feel. Then his hand was gone.

  ‘Put your hands on the wall,’ he said yanking her hips back until she was bent to ninety degrees.

  ‘Rushe—‘

  He smacked her rear. ‘I don’t want to hear from you. I’m gonna fuck you good. Fuck some sense into that pretty little head of yours. I don’t want to hear one sound from you, not one single sound.’

  Reaching between her legs, he pinched her clit. Flick’s knees wanted to buckle but he kicked her feet apart and pulled his buttons open. She heard him access the drawer, and then the rustle of the condom packet being torn. Her vague awareness of his hand landing on the wall above her dissipated when within a second he plunged into her. This wasn’t slow like the last time; he rammed himself into her right to the hilt with one thrust.

  Her insides screamed and he battered her cervix with every advance, but he got faster, harder, propelling himself into her. Then he stopped. Deep inside her he stopped and she wanted to ask why but didn’t dare.

  ‘Do you feel that?’ he growled, lowering himself to speak into her hair while his hands groped around at her breasts. ‘You feel my dick in you? Does your pussy like that?’ He twiddled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. ‘Speak.’

  ‘Yes,’ she whispered.

  ‘You like my long, fat cock in you? You better get used to it now. You hungry for my dick? Speak!’

  ‘Yes,’ she said with the shimmering awareness of orgasm coming from her shoulders to her core.

  ‘That’s alright,’ he said rubbing his face in her hair. ‘You want to come all over my cock you do it. You better get used to it. Your only purpose in life now is to accommodate my cock in your cunt. Morning, noon, or night, you’re gonna get fucked when I want it. You gonna do as you’re told, Kitten?’ He began to slide back and forth but this time so slow it was agonizing. ‘I’m gonna fuck you any time I want, how I want, if I want it fast and dirty I’m gonna take it. When I tell you to eat you’re gonna suck your breakfast from my balls, you gonna do as you’re told? Speak.’

  ‘Yes,’ she croaked, pushing back against his invasion.

  ‘Sir,’ he said. ‘Yes, sir.’

  ‘Yes, sir,’ she repeated.

  ‘You want me to fuck you?’ he asked, stopping again.

  ‘Yes, sir.’

  ‘What’s the magic word?’ he sneered.

  ‘Please,’ she said. ‘Please, fuck me.’

  One hand shot from her breast to her clit, squeezing again. ‘You don’t think about coming until I tell you to,’ he said. ‘You hear me?’

  ‘Yes, sir.’

  Rushe thumped in deep, angling her hips for deeper penetration. She cried out and he spanked her again, harder, much harder. But she wanted more and she struggled not to call out for it.

  ‘Please!’ she begged. ‘Oh god, Rushe! Please! Yes!’

  With one more slap he grabbed her hips and shoved into her faster, he growled. ‘Now.’

  Just like that her inner muscles clamped around him, and she shouted for him again. With another thrust into her Rushe stopped and grabbed a butt cheek in each hand. Flick shuddered and whimpered again when he drew out of her, but he said nothing. Two beats passed then she heard him slam out of the room... so much for no replays.

  Flick righted herself, then turned to lean against the wall, not entirely sure what to do next, but she didn’t have to wait for long. The door opened again and Rushe was back in the room, buttoned up as though previous events had not occurred at all. Flick didn’t know what to say and so stayed silent while he considered her.

  ‘Shiv will be back,’ Rushe said. ‘It’s your blood he’ll want.’

  Flick hadn’t considered Shiv’s revenge. But today she’d been sure that all of this was in her past. Rushe had told her to go because Shiv would prove a danger to her.

  ‘I’ll deal with it,’ she said.

  ‘Will you?’

  ‘Yeah,’ Flick said. Her confidence might be mostly bravado but she had nothing else to draw upon.

  ‘You were supposed to be gone,’ he said. ‘You’re in it now. You’re stuck here.’

  ‘You watch my back, I’ll watch yours.’

  Implying that he might need help from a feeble woman such as herself wouldn’t go over well with a man like Rushe. But she had helped him today whether or not he acknowledged it.

  ‘I’m not gonna fall for you, Kitten,’ he said, a
lmost sniggering at her. ‘You’ve got a tight, little pussy that’s good for strangling my cock, that’s it.’

  ‘Yet,’ she said moving across the room. ‘Earlier you said it wasn’t good enough for a replay... I think that’s what we just had.’

  ‘I don’t see a lot of options around here, do you?’

  ‘I think you like having sex with me,’ she said, sliding her hands into his front jeans pockets when she reached him.

  ‘I’m a guy, damn right I like sex.’

  ‘With me,’ she said. ‘I think you like having sex... with me.’

  ‘One pussy’s as good as the next.’

  ‘We’ll see,’ she said, levering up to kiss his jaw. ‘I like having sex with you.’

  ‘You better get washed.’ Rushe tugged the towel from the end of the bed.

  ‘Are you going to join me in the shower?’

  ‘Why would you want to get mixed up with a guy like me?’ he asked.

  Something in Rushe was softer tonight, though he did his best to disguise it. ‘I’ll let you soap my back,’ Flick said.

  ‘Answer my question.’

  ‘About getting mixed up?’

  ‘There’s no happy ever after. I’m not a bad guy with a good heart, this is no fantasy. If you knew who I was, the things I’ve done, you’d cry and run for your mama.’

  Flick took the towel, wrapped it around her body, and left the bedroom to head for the shower. She couldn’t answer his question, because it would mean admitting to him the thing she was struggling with herself – she cared about him. Flick saw movement when she switched on the shower and she glanced back over her shoulder to see Rushe there by the door, with his back to her, on sentry duty.

  Quickly washing the muck, sweat, and grime from her body, Flick finished up and wrapped herself in the towel again. Rushe ushered her out of the bathroom and she heard Skeeve yelling at the Kid about something in the kitchen but thankfully she couldn’t see either of them.

  The toil of the day caught up with her and Flick cast the towel aside after a quick swipe of the droplets remaining on her skin. She crawled onto the bed and lay out flat on her belly. Something landed on her back, Flick turned over to see it was another of Rushe’s shirts, she looked at him with the question in her eyes.

  ‘I don’t trust those guys not to walk in here,’ he said.

  Flick sat up to untangle the shirt, then put her arms in the sleeves, but she didn’t button it. Rushe pulled off his tee-shirt, and kicked off his boots, then came toward her, but Flick held up a hand.

  ‘Take off your jeans,’ she said, and his brow sloped because he was the one who gave orders. ‘Please.’

  ‘I don’t wear underwear.’

  ‘I know,’ she said. ‘You have nothing to be modest about, and I promise I’ll keep him shielded from prying eyes if there are any.’

  ‘Him,’ Rushe muttered while complying with her request, and though Flick couldn’t be sure there seemed to be a whisper of a laugh in his voice.

  When he kicked his jeans away, she prepared to be scooped up on top of him like the blanket he usually used her for. Instead, Rushe fell down on top of her, bracing his forearms at either side of her head; Flick tickled her fingertips around his chest.

  ‘I’m gonna fuck you again,’ he said.

  ‘Ok.’

  ‘And through the night, whenever I want it.’

  ‘I heard you when you said that for the first time.’ Flick planted her feet on his calves and drew them up to his thighs. ‘Ready when you are.’

  ‘Just like that,’ he said. ‘You’re giving me complete access.’

  ‘I know how important it is to you that this be consensual.’

  ‘How do you know that?’

  ‘Because I do,’ Flick said. ‘I like having sex with you. I want to have sex with you.’

  ‘I really thought I got rid of you today,’ he said, in a gentler tone than he’d used earlier when making the same point.

  ‘Rushe, fuck me,’ she said, letting a smile curl her lips. ‘Please, sir.’

  And without pushing the subject he pushed into her over and over again all night long.

  Chapter Four

  By the time her eyes opened the next morning every single inch of her screamed with the stiffness brought on by their antics.

  Flick had never had so much sex. Every encounter she’d had with Rushe so far outweighed every remotely sexual encounter she’d had previously in her life. Yet, when she awoke, with her naked skin sticking to his, the first thing she became aware of was the musky smell of man merged with the scent of their joining, and she purred while stretching out her tired muscles. The hard mass of him nudged her thigh, and she wondered if he experienced this arousal as often when she wasn’t around.

  Sliding her body up, Flick kissed his jaw and feathered her fingers down his chest and up the muscles of his arm, learning the physique of this perfect specimen. In his slumber Rushe hadn’t responded to her exploration, so Flick carried on down his body, taking the time to admire him in a way she wouldn’t be able to when he awoke.

  Choosing not to linger over his impressive abs because there was another part of him that she wanted to learn, Flick followed the column of dark hair from his navel down to the length of him.

  Her eyes watered when she saw his penis in all its glory, and she couldn’t quite believe that it had been inside her. But he’d been in her, deep and insistent, stretching the passage that now cried in agony. Running her finger from its base to his head, she saw it jump in response. The silk of his skin begged for more, and Flick rubbed her cheek over him, closing her eyes at the luxury of his hide.

  This mammoth intruder had given her pleasure, pulsing in and out of her, a weapon to fulfil their desires. Twisting her head, Flick pressed her lips to him and placed kisses the length and the width of him. Drawing her hands up his thighs, she cupped his testicles, drumming her fingers around them gently testing their weight. With another kiss on the tip of him, she flicked her tongue across the seeping liquid glistening, begging to be tasted.

  Flick wasn’t naive enough to think she could ever pleasure him with her mouth. She’d be awkward and inexperienced. Also the size of him meant she’d never be able to take him deep in her mouth, or her throat. But while he remained unconscious, Flick let herself believe that she was capable of dispensing pleasure.

  A man as virile as Rushe would be difficult to conquer. If a woman could control his pleasure, she’d be formidable, and with Rushe in her power she’d be capable of anything.

  Flick sucked the head of him into her mouth, circling him with her tongue, still fingering his balls she tasted more liquid. Spurred on by her imagination, Flick closed her eyes and dreamt of what it could be like to deliver Rushe to ecstasy. Sucking more, she took him as deep as she could, sucking and licking, one hand circled him and began to squeeze copying the milking action of her vagina that he seemed to so much enjoy.

  Her lack of experience was nothing in her mind. Her timidity didn’t exist. She had Rushe at her beck and call, utterly devoted to the bliss she carried him to. This man in her imagination was drawn to her, with her, proud of her.

  Fervour burst into Flick and she sucked him deep, her own legs pressed together. Her action and her imagination had taken her to the brink of her own orgasm. But as Flick processed the result of this fantasy in herself, a thick liquid spurted in her mouth. Automatically she swallowed him down, sucking his hot seed into her belly.

  When his hand landed on her head, Flick opened her eyes and blinked up to see his face angled on the pillow with her in his sights, the same flat expression on his face.

  Slowly she slid her mouth away, letting his head slip down her chin. Licking her lips, Flick still tasted him in her throat, and the tingling in her thighs increased.

  ‘Sorry,’ she whispered. Taking her hands from him, she sat up on her knees between his legs.

  ‘Yeah,’ he said without moving his lips.

  In her curiosity, the on
e thing she hadn’t considered was consent. So much had been made of her approval that her not offering him the same assent made her eyes sting. Drawing them skyward, Flick willed tears not to fall. She cried too easily but could never be considered a blubberer because as fast as they came they would go. Except now they wanted to fall.

  Flick moved to climb over his leg to get up but he sat up and grabbed her wrist. ‘Explain,’ he demanded. ‘The tears... explain.’

  No actual tears had fallen but he must have sensed it in her, and if Flick didn’t know him better she’d think that was concern in his voice.

  ‘I took advantage of you,’ she said, watching blood route back into his penis, and she knew she’d been right. Her efforts had pleased him for only a few seconds. ‘That wasn’t consensual.’

  A bark of his bleak laugh startled her, but by the time she looked up his face was blank again.

  ‘Any time you wanna suck my dick, Kitten, you go right ahead.’

  ‘Really?’

  Though he might consider it crude, she was warmed by his generosity – not about the act, but about alleviating her upset. Maybe her surprise showed because he gave her a shove.

  ‘Move.’

  Flick clambered over him to stay on the bed as he got up and snagged the towel she’d hung at the end of the bed. When he slammed out of the room she flopped onto her back.

  If Rushe was going for a shower then she had a few minutes alone. He’d no doubt let her shower after him because instead of holding up the appearance of fucking all night, they actually had been fucking all night.

  With an involuntary blush, Flick smiled at the memory of the things they’d done. About the things he said that made her come. Rushe could bring her to orgasm using those words. Crude and domineering as it was, Flick trembled at the memory of being owned by him so completely. Being united with him made her feel powerful, like his strength transferred to her as well, wrapping them both in an invincible embrace.