by Marni Mann
“Jesus, Kyle, I thought they killed you.” There wasn’t anger in his exhale. It was pain. “I heard you scream. For two days, I heard it, and I just sat in this goddamn cell. Beard didn’t bring any food, so I couldn’t even attempt to get out. Your screams…they fucking destroyed me.”
I had to see his face, so I pulled my body off his and turned around. I held in the gasp, but it wasn’t easy.
This whole time, I hadn’t even considered that Breath would out me. If Garin had any idea that I knew who Paulie’s killer was…
“Did you hear anything else?”
“No.” His eyes narrowed. “But I was going to murder the next person who came into this cell. The next person ended up being you.”
I should have felt relief. I should have turned back around and snuggled into his chest again. But I couldn’t move. Something inside me was making my chin quiver. Was making my lips shake. Was making tears well in my eyes.
My body was paralyzed with guilt, and it showed all over my face. I had to try and hide it. He couldn’t know. He couldn’t…
“You saved me,” I blurted out.
“No, I didn’t, Kyle. I couldn’t get my hands on them.”
“But, in my mind, you did. You were the happiness I felt when he was torturing me. Your face and presence. You got me through it. You told me to breathe.”
“You stopped screaming after the second day. A whole day went by, and you still hadn’t returned. I had nothing, not even whispers to hold on to.” He ground his teeth together. “Do you know what that did to me? What it made me think?”
“I’m here now.”
He nodded, as though he were reminding himself of the same thing. “Come here.” He tapped his leg with the back of his hand. “Lie down right here.”
“I don’t want to lie down.”
I watched him tug at the corner of his mouth, and I was jealous of his teeth. Jealous that they got to bite into the flesh that I wanted to sink into.
“You need—”
“I need you, Garin. I need you to make me forget about those three days.”
He shook his head. “No fucking way.”
He had washed everything off me, but he hadn’t cleansed the memories.
“I need you to take my mind to a different place. My body…take my body, too.”
“You’re too sore. You’re cut.”
“I’m fine. Please.” I dug my nails into his thighs and looked at him through my lashes. “I need this. I’m begging you.”
It took him a few seconds before he responded, and then I slowly started to see the change in his eyes. The dominance was back. The control. The need.
“You don’t want it soft.”
He didn’t phrase it as a question. I loved that.
“Or slow,” he continued.
“No. I don’t want either.”
His growl tore through the entire cell as he moved on top of me. He stripped his clothes so fast that I was sure they had ripped. I expected him to slide between my legs, for his lips to be somewhere on my body, his hand on my clit. I expected the memories to sink into the cement below me.
But all I got was a stare. A lick across his bottom lip. His fingers giving his erection a few pumps. I was thankful there wasn’t a video camera inside our cell. Breath probably would have punished me for his insecurities when he compared his pathetic hard-on to the length and girth of Garin’s.
“How far can I take it?”
He had all of me. He had to know that by now.
“There are no limits.”
“You’re sure?”
I spread my legs wider, so my feet pressed against the outside of his thighs, and I dipped my hand between them. As I found my clit, I gently rubbed it. “I’m definitely sure.”
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Do you know how sexy you look, touching your clit the way my tongue would?”
Touch me.
After three days in the torture chamber and another day fully asleep, I had an idea of how I looked, how I smelled, how desperately my body needed a very long soak in an extremely hot tub. But I wouldn’t have known that by the way he was staring at me.
“How does it feel, Kyle?”
“Ahh,” seeped through my lips. “Not as good as you.”
“Do you want my fingers?”
I nodded, lifting my hand off my pussy.
He licked his pointer and middle finger and dropped them between my legs. I felt one on my clit, rubbing much rougher, much faster, than I had and it caused me to buck against his palm. But I really started to scream when his other finger moved to my ass. He didn’t tease the hole, like he had last time, or tickle between my cheeks. He drove straight inside. It took a second for my body to adjust, for the invasion to turn to pleasure, but I was quickly reminded of how good this could feel.
“You look like you’re about to ask for something. What aren’t I giving you, Kyle?”
“You.” I reached out, but his dick was still too far away. “Come closer, so I can touch you.”
Touch me.
“You’re going to get plenty of that in a second.” His hand slowed, but his power increased, pulling out to the ends of his fingers and driving back in. He did it several more times and then flipped me onto my stomach. “You want more?” He leaned into my back, his erection pressed against my cheeks.
“Yes.”
“No limits?”
“No limits.”
He parted my cheeks, his dick pressing against my hole. “I want your fucking ass.”
I could feel the bead of cum on his tip that was soon going to mix with my wetness. In anticipation, I reached over my head and gripped the blanket, digging it between my nails to prepare myself for how this was going to feel.
“Damn,” he hissed as he pushed inside me. “You were tight around my fingers but not like this. You’re squeezing the fuck out of my cock.”
I breathed through the pain as he got the tip in. He kept it still, allowing me to adjust to him.
Then, he leaned over my back and whispered in my ear, “Don’t try to crawl away from me, Kyle. Now that I’ve started, there’s no way I can stop.”
“I won’t.”
“This ass”—he moved inside a little more—“is going to be mine.”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I didn’t have words…not yet. All I had were sounds as my body adjusted to his size. He’d prepped me with his finger, so it wasn’t a complete invasion, and he had stayed still long enough for my hole to spread. But I worried it would be a while before I’d be able to sit again.
As he slid in a bit more, that worry was confirmed.
“I can tell I’m your first because I’ve never felt anything this tight.” He reached underneath me and began to rub my clit. “A virgin ass…that I’m going to destroy.”
“Ahh,” I moaned as he slid in a little more.
“Your cunt is so wet.” He dipped down to my other hole, spreading the juices between that and my clit. “You’re wet because you like having my cock in your ass.”
He finally moved all the way in, and I moaned out a response.
“I don’t think I can be gentle for much longer, Kyle. Tell me you’re ready for me.”
“I’m”—I gasped as he slowly pulled out and drove back in—“ready.”
“You’re pulsing around my cock. Your pussy’s tightening, and your clit’s getting hard.” He gripped my clit between his fingers and held it tightly. “A few more squeezes, and I’ll have you coming.”
“Yes,” I groaned. “I want that.”
My body had quickly accepted him, using all the fullness to build. But I wasn’t sure where the build was coming from because the sensations in my ass, my pussy, my clit were all so strong that they were competing against each other.
“Oh my God.”
“That’s it, baby. Push into me, so I can give you all of it.”
Each pump drove my face into the scratchy blanket. It caused my fingers to clench the wool. I was tr
ying to keep my voice down, knowing Beard and Breath could hear me, but I couldn’t. Screams poured out during each exhale, and moans released during the inhales. This fullness was too much, too overwhelming…I couldn’t keep it contained.
“Jesus,” he hissed. “You’re milking the hell out of me. Squeeze the blanket, and hold on. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
I gripped the blanket and tried to hang on. All of my strength was consumed by this orgasm. It felt like it was sucking everything out of me and throwing it back at the same time. Between the explosion happening inside me and his powerful strokes slapping against my skin, I completely lost myself.
There was an eruption in my clit, a bursting euphoria in my ass. Then came the tingles. Everywhere. To the point where I wasn’t sure they would ever stop, ever lighten. Garin pumped me through the peak and slowed during my final shudders, and the numbness gradually started to leave my body.
“I need your fucking mouth.”
I was suddenly on my back again, and Garin was kneeling between my legs, his fingers rubbing circles over my clit. He was no longer inside me, and my body missed him. Clenched for him. Begged for him.
I looked between my thighs and saw his dick. It was so hard, pointing straight at me, my slickness shining from his skin. The capabilities of that organ were endless, the places it could bring me, the sensations it could make me feel.
“You want more of it?” The slight grin on his face told me he saw what I was staring at.
“Yes.”
“Give me that mouth then.”
I leaned up and met him halfway, his lips pounding into mine, his tongue swiveling through my opening. As he gripped my face, I smelled myself on his fingers. My scent was like a marking. Whether we stayed in this prison or we were eventually released, I didn’t want any other scent on him. I wanted my pussy to be the only one he was ever inside of, my ass to be the last one that milked him.
“Garin,” I moaned.
He inched closer, his hand rubbing my clit again, while he pressed the tip of his dick against me. “I’m not done with this yet.”
This wasn’t my pussy.
Before I was able to take a breath, his crown was back in my ass, thrusting his full length straight into it. I didn’t think my body would respond so quickly, but the intense strokes and the rubbing on my clit was all I needed. So was his face—that gorgeous, hairy, deliciously handsome face that gazed at me as though he couldn’t get enough of me.
“That didn’t take long.”
He knew my body. He always knew.
“I can’t stop it,” I said.
“I don’t want you to stop, but I want you closer.” His hands moved to my lower back, and he lifted me until I was straddling his waist and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Hold on to me, Kyle.”
“I am.”
“No. I need you to really hold on to me. I’m about to pound the fuck out of you.”
I locked my hands together.
“I can’t promise this isn’t going to hurt.”
“Hurt me then.”
I stayed on my knees, several inches above his waist, the tip of him barely inside me, and I waited for whatever beating he was about to give.
He held my hips and slowly brought me down to the base and back up to the crown. “I’ve been inside you all this time, and you’re still so fucking tight.”
As he drove into me, his short coarse hairs rubbed against my clit, and I cried out. The friction caused a burn, and the burn caused the most intense tingling.
He grabbed my bottom lip between his teeth and growled. “You keep giving me those sounds, and I’m going to come.”
“It feels…so good.”
“This is going to feel even better.”
He lifted me in the air and walked us over to the sink, spreading my legs across the chilly bowl, pressing my back against the rough concrete. With the sink holding my weight, keeping me at waist height, Garin no longer had to carry me. He could stand in front of me and use all his power to fuck me. And that was just what he did, rubbing my clit and stroking my ass with more intensity than he had before.
“You’re clenching my cock like you’re going to come.”
The sink was too slippery to hold on to, so I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck and yanked on his hair. “It’s what you do to me.” I pressed my lips on his, our connection helping me build. “I can’t…hold it off for much longer.”
He stuck a finger inside my pussy. The probing matched the speed in which his hips thrust into me. “So fucking wet, and…mmm, you’re tightening even more.”
“Come with me,” I begged.
“Look at me.”
I didn’t know at what point I had closed my eyes, but I opened them on his command and stared into his.
“You want me to come in your ass, Kyle?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
I tugged on his hair to drag his face closer to mine. “I want you to come in my ass.”
“Say it again.”
He was rocking into me so hard. I didn’t know what sensation was taking me to the edge. But I knew there was pain, I knew there was plenty of pleasure, and I knew there were only seconds left before my own orgasm exploded.
“Come. In. Me.”
He growled against my lips. “Begging me to fill that tight little ass with my cum?”
“Yes. I want it.”
“You’re going to get it. Right now.”
I didn’t think he had any more speed and power left, but he did, and he used it to drive into me. His thrusts were long, deep, fast, sharp. Raw. His mouth hungrily devoured mine. His fingers continued their assault on my pussy, and I completely unraveled.
“Kyle,” he moaned, “you’re milking it right out of me.”
I couldn’t respond. All I could do was hold on to his neck and let the orgasm blast through me. His abs tightened, his groaning deepened, his hips bucked—all of it telling me we were coming at the same time.
When he finally stilled and slowly pulled out of me, he said, “I’m not going to clean you.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll do it.”
As he looked down, a thick warmness began to seep out of me. It dripped into the bowl of the sink and clogged around the drain.
“No, you’re not.” He reached under me and pushed my cheeks together. “There’s more in your ass. I want it to stay in there. Don’t let it out, Kyle. I want only my cum on you.”
He didn’t say it. I didn’t dare bring it up. But it was as though he knew what Breath had put on my body. And like the feral animal that Garin was, he only wanted his scent on me. His scent to replace Breath’s.
“Okay,” I agreed.
“You need to get some sleep and heal this body.” His palms grazed over my thighs. “I wasn’t easy on you. You’re going to be sore.”
“I asked for it.”
“I fucking love that about you.”
He carried me off the sink and brought me to our bed. We lay on our backs on the scratchy wool blanket, air pounding in and out of our lungs. The light flickered above us, showing the dark window on the nearby wall. Another night was passing.
Another night I was still alive with the only man I would ever love.
“They must think you have the answer.” I felt his face turn toward me. “Why else would they take you for three days and leave me here?”
A part of me wanted to turn my head and blurt it all out. If anyone in this place deserved to kill me, it was Garin. But that wouldn’t help us get out of here.
“What’s stopping you from giving them what they want?” he asked.
He didn’t know our reason for being here had anything to do with Paulie because Breath and Beard hadn’t told him anything. He didn’t know the question Breath wanted me to answer. And he didn’t know I’d been holding in a secret. He just knew we were in here. Together. And he knew he didn’t have the answer.
Therefore, it had to be me.
I tilted my face toward him and mouthed, My brother.
Twenty-One
Kyle
Twelve Years Ago
Garin had kicked me out. He hadn’t escorted me to his front steps and slammed the door in my face. But he’d pulled away from me when we were in his bedroom and made me leave because he wanted to take things slow.
“I’m out of self-control. I’ve been trying real hard, but I want you so bad, it hurts. If I don’t stop now, I’m going to take things much further, and you don’t want that yet.”
But I did want that. I wanted further. I wanted more.
I knew the girls he’d been with in the past. He hadn’t pulled away from them, and he definitely hadn’t taken things slow. So, why was I different?
Maybe he was trying to be a gentleman even though I knew he wasn’t one. Sending me home before I was naked and stripped of my virginity—before his sheets could be covered in my blood and who-knew-what kind of words would have been flying out of my mouth—was the respectable thing to do.
But so many years had built up to that moment.
I expected more, and…he’d just pulled away.
My feelings weren’t going to change. They hadn’t changed in the years since I realized what I really wanted from him. But I wasn’t going to fight with him tonight, and I didn’t want to beg.
Tomorrow night though?
Tomorrow night would be different. I wasn’t going to leave so easily. In fact, I wasn’t going to leave at all. I was going to sleep in his bed. With him…for the whole night.
Go slowly? Screw that. We’d gone slowly enough.
As I walked down Garin’s front steps, I opened the package of sugary doughnuts that he’d given me. He was always so worried about what I ate and how much. He knew these doughnuts were my favorite. He gave them to me for breakfast every morning; he would never let me go to school on an empty stomach. He just didn’t understand that I required less food than him. Over the years, my body had gotten used to the emptiness, the cramps, and the growling. There had been plenty of both tonight, but I was too worked up to be hungry. I was only going to eat these because he wanted me to.