by Izzy Sweet
His eyes look confused as he asks, “Why would I do that? That’s mean, to throw things.”
I want to snicker, but I don’t, he’s probably right. “Yeah, well, I forgot my manners, and so did the guys I was with.”
Nodding at me, he relaxes his arms just slightly and so do I. Mirror, have to be a mirror.
“See, we did that stupid thing, and all these guys who were there took offense to what we were doing. They got us thrown out, and they decided to teach us big, stupid Americans a lesson. See, we were too drunk to really understand how dangerous of a neighborhood we were in, especially since we were the only Americans there. We weren’t in the places you travel to for a vacation.”
“We ended up walking down a dark street towards what we hoped was the shitty hotel we holed up in for the night.”
We were too fucking stupid, full of ourselves, and full of youth. You can’t say that to a kid, though, that kind of stupid new adult shit won’t make sense to them.
“What happened?” he asks, and I can see the smallest of movements from him. He’s leaned in.
“We got attacked by twelve guys. Twelve big, mean men who didn’t take kindly to our kind there. They came at us from the front and the back, hitting us with sticks and bottles. Beating the life out of me and another guy named Brent. The other three guys we were with ran off. They slipped the trap and got to bright lights, able to make it back to the hotel, safe and sound.”
“But? What about you and Brent?”
“We didn’t make it back to the hotel.”
My body is here, but somewhere in my mind, I can smell the shit in the gutters, the dirty human bodies as they slam fists and weapons against us.
We fought back pretty damn well, but two against that many never wins.
“We got our asses kicked pretty bad. I had a couple of broken ribs, and my right two fingers were broken badly. That’s not counting the cuts and bruises. Had a concussion too, I think. That’s where your brain takes a really hard hit and it gets all kinds of fuzzy. By the time they were done beating us, we were knocked unconscious.”
“When we were finally noticed it was by the local police. They also didn’t take kindly to people like us, so they dragged us to the jail and left us there for three days. Wouldn’t say anything to us. Just left us there. Well, they wouldn’t answer me. Brent went into some type of coma. I don’t know for sure, but I’m pretty sure if he got treatment he would have been okay.”
Shaking my body, I motion to him. “If you can come here, or I can come in, I can show you something.”
Charlie looks around himself. He’s hasn’t been paying attention to the fact I haven’t moved from my spot without his permission. “Umm. What is it?”
Letting my legs down, I show him my hands, making fists. “You can see where one of my knuckles got flattened by a guard after he slammed a metal baton on it. He wanted to punish me for being a rich, privileged, white boy. That fucker hated me. Hated me with all his being. He hated Brent too, but Brent was dead by the time they transferred me to the closest prison.”
Motioning for me to come in, he looks at my hand as I scoot into the room and sit about five feet from him. Him on the bed, me on the floor.
He needs to know he is above me in his safe place. Gotta keep him feeling confident.
“Brent died?”
“Yeah, he never woke from the coma he got knocked into.”
I don’t tell him, though, how they beat Brent even when he was unconscious. How they punished him for not waking up. I don’t know what they did, but the beating I got for trying to protect his dead body nearly ended me too.
“Dragged me to a prison, where I was the only white guy in a prison full of angry men who wanted my death. Two long months and some change, defending myself every single one of those hours. I remember the nights and the showers where, naked men would try to make me do things. Where I had to fight for my very survival. They do stuff like that to you?” I ask.
I try to make it as gentle as I can, but I need to know if they did that.
If they did, I’m going to have to get some kind of mental help here, more than I can hope to do myself.
Shaking his head, his eyes wide. “No… A… Big guy came to play with me, but the other guys wouldn’t let him. I… I don’t think he really wanted to play.”
Fuck. Thank fuck. “I… know that you don’t want to tell me a lot of stuff, and you’re scared kid. But you need to know I’m here now. I promise you nobody will ever come near you like that again.”
His eyes well up in big, wet pools of tears, and it’s all I can do not to move. “They killed mama and daddy.”
“I know kid, I know.” I open my arms up to him, spreading them wide as he flings himself down from the bed and onto my lap.
What the fuck do I do now? Shit.
“I got ya, kid. I promise.”
I never knew a body could rock and shake as hard as his little body did in my arms.
His wails and moans coming from him in great, gasping heaves and sobs.
He’s been so fucking tough through his shitty role, but I think he’s finally breaking down to the bottom.
I need to build him up now.
Lifting his tiny body back onto his bed, I tuck the covers around him loosely. I don’t want to put any constriction around his body.
Looking around the room, I see how bare and Spartan it is.
In my life, I’ve lived pretty close to having no ties. Nothing that I couldn’t leave behind without a second thought. But this kid can’t do that, not yet. It isn’t healthy.
He needs ties, he needs things to call his own besides a bed and blanket. I know there are kids out there that don’t even have that, but then most of ‘em haven’t had their parents murdered and almost got sold off to some sick fuck.
I want to shake my head at his lot in life, but that ain’t going to fix the shit.
Turning away from my kid, I look straight into the eyes of Beth. She’s staring at me with those wide doe-like eyes, deep pools of tears primed to spill down her cheeks.
A hitch in her voice gives me pause. “Was that true?”
“What?”
“What you said about being in a Mexican prison?”
“Yeah,” I say, and I walk towards her. I didn’t give the kid the full truth, but it was close enough to suit my needs on what he needed to hear. That he wasn’t alone, that you can get past it all.
Maybe.
Closing the door, I grab Beth by the hand, pulling her with me.
There, against the wall just inside our bedroom, I push myself against her supple body. She’s wearing one of my shirts, and while she’s a little taller than most women, it still hangs down low on her body.
She fights me momentarily as I grab her hands, but I’m not in the mood for games and subtlety right now.
Holding both hands over her head, I smash my mouth against hers. Those eyes stare at me in shock. She’s not aware of just how much I need her right now.
How I need the feeling of her body against my own.
Kissing her with the rage inside of me, I try to slow myself, but I can’t.
My free hand goes to my pants. Unfastening the button of my pants, my cock goes from just awakening to a full-on rod of steel as I push my knee between her thighs.
I need this connection. I need to be a part of someone, of something, anything. I don’t know what stops her fighting, but when I pull away from her mouth she is breathing heavily.
My own breath comes out in gasps.
Slowly, her thighs spread with the help of my hand. The slickness there is growing as I rub my hand against her silky folds.
She’s not going to run now, not when I rub my fingers through her growing heat.
Finding the little bundle of nerves, I stroke my fingers across it in small, circular brushes. Her leg wraps around mine as I shift myself between her thighs, pushing my cock against her wet pussy. I know she’s going to be sore from last night but I need t
his.
I need her.
I need to take what’s mine in this world.
Pushing the head of my thick cock to her opening, I drop her hands and feel them latch around my neck as I lift her up, pushing her back against the wall. Her legs wrap around me as I hold her there, my cock slowly pushing into her oh-so-tight folds.
She’s as tight as she was last night, and I feel some guilt as I give a hard push.
Bottoming out inside of her, the gasp she lets out in my ear makes my cock jump inside of her.
My hands holding her ass cheeks, I lift her up and then drop her back down again, over and over. My cock almost leaving the molten hot squeeze of her tight pussy.
This isn’t enough for me; I need more of her.
Pulling away from the wall, I kick the door shut and walk us to the bed. My thrusts all but stopping as I focus on us not falling to the floor and breaking my dick. There must be some friction, though, as she moans quietly as the base of my cock rubs against her little clit.
She has absolutely no clue what the sounds of her being pleasured do to me. It makes my balls ache with the need to plant my seed deep inside of her womb.
Reaching the bed, I fall with her, and we land with me slamming deep down inside of her.
“Fuck!” she yelps, and my moan of pleasure makes her giggle.
“Jesus, you’re fucking tight,” I growl out.
Her giggles are having the most wonderful fucking effect of helping her already sinfully tight pussy clamp down on me.
“That’s… so dirty sounding,” she whispers to me.
“There’s nothing dirty about this,” I say as I pull out slowly then push back deep into her.
“Oh god!” she whimpers as I keep up my slow, forceful pace.
“Nothing dirty about claiming what’s mine,” I grunt as I push in again.
Her eyes have that hooded with lust look as she tries to stammer out, “I’m not… yours… you can’t… just take someone.”
“I already have, Beth,” I say as I pull far enough out that just the crown of my cock is nestled inside of her.
Then I slam in deep and fast.
I can feel the wall of her womb slam against my cock as she gasps.
“You. Are. Mine. Don’t. Fucking. Doubt. It.” Each word is punctuated with a stab of my cock.
I don’t do it as hard as the first push, I don’t need to bruise her, but she needs to know she’s fucking mine.
Her breath comes in small gasps as I lay myself down on top of her. Her full breasts mashed down between my chest and hers. I wish I had the forethought to remove that fucking shirt of hers so my mouth could latch on her pale pink nipples, but it’s too little too late.
Each slam of my cock into her fills my heavy balls, and just the thought of there being more than one way to claim her as mine makes me ache with the need of release.
My right hand reaches up and pulls her neck to the side and I lean down to latch my mouth on her neck.
Biting down gently, I suckle on it.
This must be one hell of a sensitive spot because her legs wrap around my waist so tightly I can barely thrust inside of her.
“I’m…. I’m… oh god!” she wails as I push myself deep inside of her, my own eruption shooting off.
I can feel every pulse of my cock as I shoot my load deep into her womb.
“Christ!” I call out as I collapse on top of her.
Her legs shake as they slowly release their vise-like grip on my waist.
I’m probably some fucked up kind of individual, I think. Just about an hour earlier, I was telling the kid how he’s free, and that I would never treat him like those bastards, and yet... I just told Beth, no matter what, she’s mine.
No choices in the matter.
And I probably just put a baby inside of her to make sure of it.
“Yes, Johnathan. How can I help you?” Lucifer’s precise voice comes through my phone.
I’m standing here, completely naked, looking at Beth’s curled up form on the bed. She’s in that post, just got fucked the hell out of, bliss.
Her naked ass is on display for all of its glorious worth.
“I need to speak with Lilith, sir,” I say, and it’s the very first time in my life I have ever asked to speak to the boss’s wife for anything.
I’m quite sure the questioning tone in his voice is probably the first time he has had to call my sanity into question. “You do? What about?”
“Sir, I have a problem… I need clothing for Charlie and Beth.”
“Ah,” he says with a tone of amusement. “Let me see what we can do.”
I can hear him moving around and then he asks, “So tell me, Johnathan, how is domestic bliss treating you? A woman and child in your home. Will the world tilt on its side now? Surely, it must.”
If it was anyone but Lucifer himself saying shit like that to me, I would probably try to shove their head up their ass. “Fine sir.”
“Ah, here’s my beloved now. Let me put her on speakerphone so we can both help you as best as we can.”
Motherfucker! Asshole is just loving this shit. Rub the fucking dirty biker’s nose right in the fucking family life shit.
“Hello, Johnathan, it’s wonderful to speak with you,” Lilith’s pleasant voice comes through the line.
“Ma’am,” I say, trying to gather my thoughts. “I seem to be in a… predicament…”
“You do?” she asks with confusion, and I can hear the chuckling of Lucifer in the background.
“Yes… I need some clothes, but I don’t know how to get them, or where to get them, without leaving the house.”
Sitting down beside a confused looking Beth, I purposely look at her naked breasts. She tries to cover them, but with my free hand I pull her arm away.
Shaking my head no, I gently begin to rub on her right one.
Rolling her eyes at me, she pushes my hand away, and scoots away from me, sitting up.
“Well, what kind do you need?”
“Female stuff. Pants and shirts. Little boy stuff too.”
“Um… What?”
“I…”
Thankfully Lucifer puts me out of my misery. “He seems to have found himself like my men are seemingly wont to do these days, with a readymade family.”
Lilith’s musical laugh comes out in a burst, and it makes me smile. She may well be married to the devil himself, but she’s like a little tinkerbell. “I see! I’ll have some things sent to you today. What size is your wife and son?”
Ah, fuck!
Looking at Beth, I ask quietly, “What size are you?”
With her eyes widening, she hisses, “I feel like your little dirty secret sex doll!”
“The boy’s five or six and very thin. Normal sized, I would say. Could you have them send some toys too?”
“Of course! Any certain kind?”
“Nah, just something he can do with his hands. Lots of stuff. I’ll make sure all of the costs are covered.”
“Okay, and your wife?”
“My wife…” I say and I swear Beth’s eyebrows reach into her hair.
“I’m not your wi—”
I put my hand over her mouth.
“She’s a size four to six. Medium shirts and coats.”
“What about her undergarment sizes?”
Fuck.
“They’re big?”
“What’s big?” Beth hisses at me again.
“Your boobs,” I mutter back.
“32D, you giant—”
Putting my hand back over her mouth, she works her teeth up against my skin and bites down on my palm.
“Stop biting me!” I yelp out, and I swear on the other side of the phone I hear peals of laughter.
Fuck that hurt.
Releasing my hand, she moves completely away from me, covering her body as she goes. Her self-satisfied smile gives my cock a huge stirring.
Fuck, I love it when she fights.
Pulling my shirt over her head
, she says, “My shoes are a size seven, and Charlie will need some too.”
“Shoes and socks too, ma’am. Thank you, I really appreciate this.”
“It’s no problem,” Lilith laughs quietly. “I’ll send a variety of stuff for your child and wife.”
The last thing I hear before I hang up the phone is Lucifer’s loud booming laugh.
13
Beth
Charlie grips my hand tightly, and I know my own anxiety is only making him more nervous but I just can’t help it. As Johnathan maneuvers the car through the hundreds of street lights that make up downtown, my heart races.
This is it, this is my chance to escape.
All I have to do when I step out of this car is scream my head off and make a huge scene. I’m sure most people will think I’m just some crazy lady at first, but surely someone will have to investigate… And when they do, when they find out who I am and who my father is, Johnathan won’t be able to keep me.
But what about Charlie?
I glance over at him and squeeze his hand back. He gives me a little smile and something inside me wants to crack.
When I eavesdropped on the story Johnathan was telling him, I overheard Charlie tell Johnathan his parents are dead. Does he have family out there? People who will love him and take care of him?
Or would he simply become another kid lost in the system?
Indecision and what-ifs plague me for the rest of the drive. I suppose I could try to plead with my father to let me keep Charlie, and he might even go for it if I spin it in a way that would politically make him look good… but I highly doubt it. My father has made it very clear he has plans for me. Plans that involve selling me off to the ally that will give his career the biggest boost.
Fuck. I just can’t win here. Everywhere I turn, someone wants to own me or sell me like I’m not a person. I’ve somehow become a thing.
A body without a mind or heart.
I let out a little breath and sag against the backseat.