by Ellie Jean
Without taking his eyes off me, I’m held in place by his dark eyes. He takes his shoes and socks off, followed by his pants. For a man older than me, he is in great physical shape. And his cock, of which I am quite well acquainted with, is thick and standing to attention. After being with Dimitri for years, the bile no longer comes up my throat each time he practices with my body. I accept it, placing each moment in a box with a locked key, never to be spoken or thought about again.
“Your body is so perfect, Isla. Your smooth skin. Your full breasts, tight nipples peeking through that virginal lace, so ready for the taking.” Stroking his long length, I watch, transfixed. It’s so unusual that he is talking to me. It’s normally show me, take, and go. “You’re all I think about lately. It’s your body that I think about when I need to get myself off.” Tonight, there’s something more to him. An insight in to what his hard ass is thinking. “I knew I made a fucking good choice keeping you. Training you.” Dimitri continues rubbing his dick. “Your cunt is rare… Fuck, every motherfucking time I’m inside you, I want fucking more.” Those words… His words… Does he truly like me? It must be the alcohol talking. There’s no way in hell I could ever fall for him. But my body is responding. Butterflies flutter in my stomach. Do I want to be desirable to this evil man? Traitorous… My wet core and tingling nipples betray me… The damage he has done to me is irreversible. No matter what my body says.
“Move down more. Head back.” Scooting to where my head is now looking upside down, his wide, long rod lines up below my nose.
“I’m going to fucking have fun teaching you how to suck dick properly. How to deep throat me so I can shower my cum all over your fuck-me body.” My eyes look up at his dick. There’s something about it that intrigues me tonight. “Touch your cunt, Isla. Run your fingers through your wet slit. Make yourself feel good.” He never lets me touch myself… Hesitation gone… My fingers are gliding through my folds instantly at his command. Hitting my sensitive nub feels so nice. My breasts ache. They want attention too. But I’m busy. This is so wrong… Why is my body enjoying this?
“Anthony. Get in here…” Pulling my hand from below, I jerk under his stare and his balls. What the fuck is he doing? Why does he want boxer man back in here? “Hand back, Isla. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” A door thuds and footsteps follow. There’s silence. Except for the rising rate of my breaths. My fingers go around slowly over my sensitive spot. My thought process is muddled. “Come and watch how it’s done. My dear Isla here is going to learn how to make it the best any man can get. Sit over there.” Pointing to the chair, Dimitri’s hand forces his cock down so it’s near my lips. “Stick your tongue out.” Placing the tip of his dick on my tongue, he guides it round and round, replicating the movements of my own hands down below. My tongue wants to explore more of his thick cock.
Fuck… What the hell is happening?
Sensations are building below. Wham… His dick rams in my mouth. But is gone as quickly as it went in. I gag…Movement from the side of the room makes me look. Anthony is rubbing his cock through his pants.
“You’re going to take all of me. Every fucking millimeter of me in that wet, hot mouth of yours. Open wider. You have to breathe out of your nose. I have plans for your mouth and it’s not breathing.” Sticking it back in my mouth, slower this time, my tongue explores his pulsing cock. The thick vein bulges under my inquisitive tongue. My knees fall open to the side of the bed. My fingers roam over and delve into my channel. I can’t stop it…
Thinking of my hand, the heat rising up from the tips of my toes, I’m surprised when Dimitri’s cock works its way in more. “Fuck…” Saliva coats his dick. Slipping it in more after each time he retreats then back in with more force and depth.
I want to prove to him I can do this. My body wants this. My hand leaves the sheet, which was steadying me, finding my skin, caressing my nipple. Pulling back my bra, I pull it. Squeeze the ever-loving hell out of it. Before rubbing my palm over my flesh, tugging and tweaking it repeatedly.
A malicious, diabolical laugh rumbles, echoing through the room. It’s a laugh I could never forget. “You fucking dirty girl. You fucking love this, don’t you?” I’m trying to steady my breathing but it’s difficult due to my rising pleasure down below. Concentrating on the rod pounding firmly into my mouth, the air is cut from my brain momentarily. He’s pushed his dick into my mouth and throat as far as it can go, holding it there, pumping with shallow jerks so it enters my throat millimeters more each time. My hand leaves my tit, reaching for the tie hanging around his strong neck. I forcefully jolt it. Hanging on for dear life.
“Look at this beauty, Anthony… Look how good she does me.” Oh hell, I’d forgotten about our audience. I’m too far gone now to care. I’m wound so tight inside, trying to prolong my own orgasm because if I come first… Let’s say, that happened once and I have never let it happen again.
Spots appear behind my eyelids with lack of oxygen, just as he pulls back letting air flow back into me. Releasing my grip, I return it to my needy rosy tip. Slowing my other hand down, he can spot I’m close.
“Keep that fucking hand moving on your cunt.” Thrusting faster, his dick swells. He is close too. Flattening my tongue further, twisting my nipple, my back arches off the bed. Hitting the back of my throat as I jerk, he roars. Yanking back out and thundering back in. Cum spurts out, running down the back of my throat. Throughout my mouth. Flicking my clit, my ass lifts off the bed, trying to get the extra friction from my finger. I need something to clamp on to. My fingers slide inside me. I combust. My body internally shatters. Dimitri pulls out, showering the rest of his seed over my chest.
My body screams with the extreme release I just endured.
A breathless Dimitri yells, “Get the fuck out of here, Anthony. The show’s fucking over. No one sees my woman come. Motherfucker… Out. Now.” Feet scramble fast away from the bed.
I’m powerless to move, the intensity of my explosion was that exhausting. My hand limply lies on my stomach. The other flat on the bedding. My head’s still extended down the side of the bed. There’s a stickiness running down toward my ear and under my bra. I don’t move. His legs don’t move either. Dark eyes penetrate me. My ragged breaths continue.
“Let it be known, you are fucking mine from this day. All your orgasms belong to me.” A strange look, perhaps one of care, covers his face. Within a moment, it’s gone and so is Dimitri.
What the heck does he mean? Will my torture stop? Will I only be with him? No more men to entertain?
What do these words mean?
Alex’s body bumps into mine, making me step back closer to the wall, knocking my thoughts back to the here and now.
Only having heard that devilish laugh once before, the night I enjoyed Dimitri Sokolov’s touch and commanding ways sent my thoughts spiraling back to that night. The night that has haunted me from the exact moment he left that room.
I thought it would change something… How stupid was I to think that? It changed little. I was still used, worked for him, but it became clearer to me, Dimitri only chose men who wanted a blow job, never giving me the opportunity to achieve release for myself. Which would never happen anyway. I was their toy. For their disgusting, depraved needs only. Numb and indifferent after years of it. They all were part of my job.
“…Raven, you’re delusional if you think you can do that.” Deep resonating voice fills our space.
“It’s your last chance, Sokolov. Let us leave now.” Alex threads his fingers through mine, squeezing them tightly. Alex’s composure is unbreakable. I’m a quivering mess and it’s not from the rain, which continues to fall intermittently. Sokolov’s the one with the gun and the one with blood splattered all over him. We have nothing.
Raising his hand, Sokolov steps forward, pointing the gun.
“Do you see this, you motherfucker? This will end your life. But be assured, I will look after Isla completely. All of her sexual needs, I will fulfill them. She will take
me every way I want her to. We will do some experimenting and see if we can’t find her a new love for the dark and dangerous. Fuck how I love it.” He lets out a low snigger. “And with you, my dear, I’m going to have you tied, whipped, and hanging in my Pleasure Room as soon as this mess is over.”
The sincerity in his voice and the hollow, dark pits of his eyes makes me shudder. “You will be punished for leaving me.” Alex pushes me behind him a little more so I’m only visible to Dimitri minimally. His stance is rigid and restrained. I normally would be having one of my standard panic attacks by now, but Alex’s solidness gives me inner determination to be strong for him. He needs me as steadfast as he is.
“Now, come here, Isla. You know who you belong too.” Another step forward and he’s now twenty-five feet from us.
Pushing me hard backwards Alex lunges at our nemesis, knocking the gun from his hand. I can’t move, but I hear myself screaming. Holy hell, what is Alex doing?
Both men tumble back toward an old doorway on the building and crash into the wooden frame. Alex has him around the waist, pounding his arm into his body. Dimitri is doubled over. His hands are trying protect his body, but Alex is unleashing his pent up fury now into his face, stomach and kidney area. The precision and speed is unnerving. Alex is a machine, that won’t stop until he is dead.
Is it so terrible that I want Dimitri dead?
Yelling for anyone that may hear me to come and help over the groans of Dimitri, his athletic body topples over momentarily. Alex stops for a fraction of a second to see how far Dimitri is gone. It’s then I see the low life reach around his waist, pulling out a knife from his pants so quickly.
“Knife… Alex… He’s got a…” Alex is fast and tackles Dimitri again but the blade rips past his chest, slashing his shirt.
Alex doesn’t stop, even though from where I am standing I can see blood pooling on his clothes. With Alex injured, Dimitri fights dirty, striking him where the knife gashed him.
“You had your chance, Sokolov. Isla is mine. She will never be fucking yours.” Alex arrogantly and contemptuously smiles, going blow to blow with our enemy.
Light rain continues to fall. The ground slippery under foot causes Alex to lose balance. He falls to the side and Dimitri takes his chance to get the gun.
A crash rings out… It’s not thunder this time. I run quickly to get to Alex. Then there’s more bangs, yelling, and the smell of freshly fired guns all around me. I focus only on Alex.
“We have to go now.” Alex has found his footing and pulls me toward him. There’s more than one person firing.
Bending down, I stay close behind Alex’s lead.
I can’t understand where Dimitri has gone and who is firing. I pray they are on our side. Alex unexpectedly stops. I run into the back of him. His powerful body turns, and his arms connect with my shoulders. He shoves me away from him. My legs stumble backward. My shoes are slippery from all the water laying on the ground. I step into a large puddle, splashing a huge amount of water up my legs.
What is he doing? I have to be close to him. I need him to protect me. My footing continues to awkwardly step backward. My ankle gives out as I hit another hole. I can’t make out where Alex is. But I hear a pained moan from him.
“Alex…” More gun fire rings out. My knees buckle from underneath me. My footing’s all wrong. Pain slices through my ankle as I try to correct my steps, but instead it gives out and I go flying back. Twisting my body slightly, it’s then I see huge block, stone steps near the base of a door. But it’s too late to change the way my body is falling.
A curtain of darkness closes across my eyes.
The hot sun blazes down on my head. The blue ocean water laps at the side of the sand. The ocean waves roll in, calming me. My head relaxes back on the shoulder of Alex. Sitting at Bondi Beach, between his legs, with his bulging arms wrapped around my midriff is heaven.
Out in the water, Jules is splashing a very well-built man. I don’t recognize his face. He doesn’t stand for it though, diving under the water. Jules quickly disappears under the water, squealing. The two of them resurface together, laughing and obviously enjoying each other.
Seth is trying to teach Kameron how to surf, unsuccessfully. Who would have thought a guy like Seth would be into surfing? Motorbikes seem more his thing. Kameron’s ink looks vibrant under the glistening rays of the sun and water drops. Why the hell she wants to learn how to surf mystifies me? But we do strange things for the people we love. And it’s clear as the ocean water in front of us, that these two have got something special going on here.
A baby cries. Turning our heads, we look at Sarah and her baby, who is lying under the protection of the pink sun shade tent. Her tiny pink and lemon bathing suit is adorable. Lying on her back, unable to move much, she still tries to pull the elastic fuchsia pink hat from her bald head. She knows what she wants, but it’s not happening. Such determination for a small baby. Alice has shown already she will be as determined as her mother and uncle. Sarah not winning too many battles already. Alice refuses to sleep until she is ready. She will only drink when she wants. And has the strongest temper, causing us to pray for Sarah that her little determined bundle grows out of it… Soon…
Glancing past the beautiful bundle, showing off their beach volleyball skills is Liam, Jared, and Ben. Girls clad in skin tight, skimpy bathers flock around them, acting helpless, vying for each of their attention. Their sculptured bodies, bronzed and tattooed, except for Ben’s, is certainly a spectacle any red-blooded woman would appreciate. I don’t know their stories yet, but playboy Ben is having the time of his life. Picking up girls by their asses covered by a scrap of material, to help them get the ball. Or leaning in from behind, showing them how to hold their hands together to hit the ball, touching any bare piece of skin he can. What a manwhore… And he’s so carefree and it makes it all worthwhile the torment I have endured over my life. Just to see him that happy.
“Isla… Isla…” A murmur enters my head. “I need you to open your eyes. Can you hear me?” Slight brushes of something waft over my hand. “Isla. It’s Jared. I need you to open your eyes or squeeze my hand if you can hear me.”
Jared? Why is Jared touching my hand?
Heavy, but stuck, I try to will my eyelids open, but there’s still darkness. Trying for my hand, I try and move my fingers. Holy crap, my head is exploding.
“Her fingers are moving slightly…” Warmth surrounds my hand more. “You know he would want us to have her as first priority. Fuck… Where’s the ambulance?”
A second voice joins in. “We shouldn’t be here. Benito’s left, so we should be outta here.”
“We’re not fucking leaving her to be trusted with the soldiers. Liam, too much has gone down. ” He sighs. “At least the bleeding’s stopped. Finally, some fucking good news.”
“We’ll just use the mugging gone wrong line. Are we clear?”
“Exactly what I was thinking, bro.”
His hand never leaves mine. I need to speak. Trying to move my mouth, I hear a moan.
Hell, is that me?
“Isla, honey. Don’t try and talk. If you can, open your eyes, the ambulance will be here soon. We have you, you’re safe.” His monotone voice scares me. Him being here scares the fuck out of me.
My voice box tries to work. “Where’s Alex? Is he safe?” But all I hear is more groans.
“Just lie still. Keep working at opening your eyes honey.”
Sirens wail. My eyes flutter from inside. I have to make them work. Where is Alex? Is he here taking care of Dimitri’s body maybe? Oh, how I pray that it’s his being cleared away and not my beautiful Alex’s. Screaming overtakes my head space.
“Fuck, she’s shaking all over.” Something is laid over my arms. A coat or jacket maybe. “She could be going into shock.”
“They’re here, Jared. Let them get to her.”
“Fucking hurry. Isla… It’s going to be okay. The paramedics are here. Don’t you go anywhere.”
“Jared, just tell me where the hell Alex is. I need my undercover angel. My heaven.” My head is yelling. But it’s not going anywhere. The words bounce around my headspace.
“Alex…”
Darkness veils my eyes… Again.
“There was a lot of blood lost.” An older man with greying hair and glasses perched on his nose in a white robe is standing near me. My head aches and there’s a strange smell. Unable to move my head much, I can’t see the face of the man who has stolen my heart and made me want to fight for a better future. A future with Alex. I don’t see the face of my fake fiancé either.
Chills run up my spine against the harsh mattress I’m lying on.
“Nooo… He can’t be gone. I only just found him. I need Alex to survive.” My voice echoes through the small room. Hysteria claws its way through my body. My hurting head is ready to detonate. It’s too much. I can’t finally be out of Dimitri’s clutches to find Alex won’t be by my side.
Wait… Am I no longer the property of Dimitri Sokolov? Is he dead too?
Tears are flowing down my face, blurring the older man’s face before me. My stomach cramps in a tight knot. I’m howling, I’m sure of it. My stomach cramps tighter.
I lift my arm to wipe my tears back. It’s stuck on something. Reefing it up, the man quickly places his hand over my arm.
That’s when mother comes over, to hold onto my other hand. Ben is by her side. Their faces tell the grim story. I’ve never seen them look so despondent. Not even when father died. I have tried everything in my power to alleviate any sadness from theirs again. I saw it enough when we were younger. How can this be happening to me? I know I killed my father, but surely I have paid enough for that sin. Losing years of my life to a deranged madman, doing everything to make everyone else happy. When the hell is it enough?
When do I get my happiness?
Patiently and smiling down at me, this man keeps talking calmly. “Steady now… It’s going to be all right, Miss Winters. You’ve got a pretty big cut to your head and, as I was saying, you’ve lost a lot of blood. You will need to stay in for a few days to rest and to make sure you don’t have a concussion.” My mother squeezes my hand. I don’t know where to look.