by Vi Carter
What if I lashed out at Ella?
My body responds to her name and I take my cock in my hand again and pull.
“Oh.” The small voice has me turning around. Ella’s staring at my cock, her mouth forming a little O. Now all I can picture is her mouth around me. I had no restraint and having her look at me like that isn’t good.
“What are you doing?” I snap.
Her eyes dart up to mine, her cheeks glow. She licks her lips. “I don’t know.”
“Just wait for me in the bedroom; I’ll be out in a moment.” I turn away. I can’t keep looking at her or I’ll drag her in here and take what I want. When I glance over my shoulder, she’s still standing there.
“Ella,” I warn.
She reaches for her top and pulls it up over her head. My heart beats rapidly in my aching chest. I fight with the last shred of willpower I have as she touches the waistband of her skirt.
“Don’t tease me. I can’t hold back.”
She freezes, a part of me is happy she’s listening but another part of me takes over when she wriggles out of her skirt. My cock throbs painfully as she walks to the shower in a white pair of panties and a full white bra. I should tell her to go back; I should stop her right now as she opens the door and steps in. I should really stop her.
She’s fucking gorgeous.
She stands only a foot from me and I’m afraid of her, afraid of hurting her. I’m still raging with violence and she’s a virgin.
“I want this. I want you.” She’s holding her head high, but I can see the tremble in her chin.
“Come here,” I order, my willpower splintering.
Her steps are slow, her eyes trailing across my body. She inhales deeply when she looks at my cock; it’s hard and throbbing for her. She steps under the stream of water and I dip my head, skimming her lips before placing a kiss on her cheek and then her neck. My hands burn as I reach back and unclip her bra, dragging the straps down her arms, until it lands with a heavy thud on the tiles. Her pink nipples are hard and I bend down taking them in my mouth. Ella buries her hands in my hair as she gasps. Pulling my teeth along the nipple has her wriggling against my cock. I groan.
Moving her back, I’m careful with my hands. They ache, but nothing burns quite as much as the want I have for Ella. I want to flip her over and take her hard and fast. I release her nipple once she’s against the tiles. Her eyes dart across my face, the lust clouding them. Her small hand reaches down and wraps around my cock. My knees nearly buckle at the touch. She strokes it and I groan. It’s so good. She has no idea what she’s doing, but her touch is everything. Her small thumb runs across the head of my cock and my body jerks. My hands react as I grip her face and smash my lips against hers. The pain is searing but the want to have her is over-riding it. My cock prods against her stomach and I want to reach down, spread her legs and slide my shaft inside her. I break the kiss panting and she returns to stroking my cock.
“Ella,” I lean across her shoulder and hold on to the tiles as her strokes become more sure, stronger and faster. I can feel my release and I thrust my cock into her hand until my seed pours all over her thigh. I jerk several more times before I’m emptied. The pain in my hands returns with an intensity that has me pushing away from the wall. Ella’s looking at her leg, at my cum.
With her finger she picks some of it up and leaves me fucking gob smacked, then she puts her finger in her mouth, her eyes focused on my face.
My cock is getting hard again. Her pink tongue flicks out and removes the last bit of my cum from her fingers. I’m imagining her tongue flicking out, licking my cock.
“Ella,” I growl her name.
She would make a saint sin. I don’t step away when she reaches up and places a kiss along my jawline, she coats me with kisses, each one sinking deeper under my skin. I know I should stop this. But I can’t drag myself away from her touch. She kisses the corner of my mouth and I turn, planting my lips fully on hers. Her nipples brush my chest and my cock starts to grow again. I want to touch her, but my hands tingle with pain.
Leaving her lips, I move her back against the tiles and sink to my knees. Her hands instantly sink into my hair. Her white panties join her bra on the shower floor, giving me access to all of her. She parts her legs and I sink deeper until I taste her. She’s so fucking sweet. My cock twitches and I push my tongue deeper inside her before dragging it out and licking her clit. She jumps and jerks as I suck the bunch of nerves before going back inside her with my tongue. Her legs tighten around me and I know she’s going to come before I taste her in my mouth. I don’t stop until all the waves have subsided.
The look of awe in her eyes when I come back up makes it all worth it. She’s flushed and breathing heavy and it’s beautiful. I step back into the spray of water and she follows. I need her again and I know it isn’t fair.
“Take as long as you want,” I say and she glances at me over her shoulder. I don’t want to leave. Placing a kiss on her shoulder, I leave the shower and wrap a towel around my waist.
I shouldn’t have allowed that to happen.
She stays in there for a while. I’m dressed and am considering going in, when she comes out looking sheepish. Her breasts are free, her nipples coming through her top. I can’t look away.
She runs her hands self-consciously across her hair.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” I say.
Her hands cross over her chest. “My bra is soaked.” She shrugs. “Are you going to tell me what happened to your hands?”
Hands that I have covered in gloves now.
“No,” I answer honestly.
I open my mouth to speak again and she holds up her hands, stopping me.
“Okay, if you don’t want to tell me, but please don’t start about how this can’t happen again, or how this is wrong.” She has her eyes closed as she speaks and when she opens them I walk to her and take her face in my hands.
“Okay.”
She looks startled but bobs her head. “Okay.”
“Okay.” I repeat before planting a light kiss on her lips. I was going to tell her this can’t happen again, but I feel tired now and for this moment maybe I can have her. I can’t tell her my date with Sandra is soon. Or that my father has arranged a sit down meal for Sandra. I’m a coward for not telling her.
“You should be getting back,” I say, placing another kiss on her lips.
“I don’t want to.” Her eyes widen and the sadness leaks out.
“What do you want Ella?” I ask. Her staying here isn’t possible.
She looks away from me, cutting me off and I don’t like it at all. Taking her chin in my hand, I bring her face back to me.
“That’s a loaded question.” Her smile is sad. “I don’t think I can have what I want.” She takes a step back.
“Maybe I should go.” She is shutting down on me. I clench my jaw. I can’t ease this for her.
“Before you go. You should know my date with Sandra is today.” I try to keep everything I feel in check.
The color leaves her face. “Oh, I’ll let you get ready.”
I exhale loudly. “Jesus Ella, you knew this was happening.”
“It’s fine.” If it’s fine, why did she look so crushed? I’m not stupid. I know this is anything but alright. Once again I have the urge to stop this. She’s staring at me.
“If you tell me to leave again, that’s it, Lucas. I won’t come back.” She holds her head high. I see her pulse spike in her neck. She’s giving me an out, on a plate.
Here is my chance to let her go. She deserves so much better. She’s twisting her hands as she waits.
“I’m beginning to understand that staying away from you isn’t possible.”
Her relief is instant and she comes back and dips her head while wrapping her arms around my neck. I hold her and enjoy the warmth and softness of her body against mine. My hands rest on her small waist. I had no idea how any of this would work. But letting her go isn’t an option.
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br /> “But, I’ll need time Ella.” I make her look at me so she’s listening.
She’s nodding. “If you don’t see me, you can’t come looking for me. It’s too dangerous.”
She nods again and I don’t think she’s listening to me.
“Ella.” I warn. “This is serious.”
“I know it is.” There is something burning in her eyes. I pull her in and kiss the top of her head.
We wrap ourselves in silence. But there is such comfort to have her in my arms.
“There was a reason I was looking for you.”
She steps out of my embrace and she wears a look of guilt. “The day your father had the …. chat with me.”
The day he put his hands on her. I grit my teeth. She’s been careful with her words.
“I thought he would send me home. I was ready to go, but he said he would keep me here, to keep you in line.”
None of that surprised me. What did surprise me was that Ella still didn’t stay away? “Can you not see how dangerous this is?”
Her hand flutters to her throat. “Yes.” It’s a whisper. She doesn’t look away from me. “But I think you’re worth the danger.”
No. I’m not.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
ELLA
Leaving Lucas is hard, my head is spinning with his touch. I can’t leave through his bedroom door, so I sneak out the back. There is a part of me that feels dirty. Pushing my shoulders back, I keep my head high and remind myself that none of this is dirty. The circumstances were just blurred. Things weren’t black and white like I had expected them to be. God, I feel so naïve when I look back at what I thought this would be.
I’m walking with my arms folded across my chest in case I bump into anyone. I don’t want to give them a peep show. Lucas’s room disappears as I walk back around to the front of the house. The sheds come into view and my feet slow, my heart picks up a fast rhythm. He wouldn’t tell me about his hands, and I told him it was okay. But it isn’t. It is eating away at me and the answer just might be in that shed.
I glance over my shoulder, my heart is in my mouth and I try to talk myself out of going in.
The handle turns in my hand and I step into a large shed. Gray covers are everywhere. I close the door behind me, the only light coming from high windows that I can’t see out of. I give a nervous smile, trying to calm my churning stomach. I don’t move as I scour the room for anyone.
I’m alone. Lifting one of the tarps, the black wheel of a car has me dropping it carefully back down. There were a lot of cars. At the back of the shed there are several high steel shelves. I walk back there. There is nothing here, only cars. Scanning the walls I don’t know what I’m looking for, traces of blood? Was he hitting a wall? It was possible with the state of his fists.
My heart skyrockets to an uncomfortable level. I’m like a deer in headlights, a noise to my left has me freezing. I’ve been caught. I count to ten and when no one appears my heart starts to settle. Wiping my sleek hands on my skirt, cutting my losses and getting out of here sounds like the right thing to do.
As I turn, light glinting off the floor catches my attention. I move around another car and the light widens and expands until I’m standing at the top of steps that descend under the shed. The light is on and something tells me not to go down. I bend to see walls made of stone, lights that are covered with steel are strung along the wall. It looks cold, dark and something sinister radiates up. That’s where Lucas had come from.
I hesitate on the first step. What would I see? Was Lucas the bad one in all this? Would I find out something I would have been better off being blind to? My stomach hollows and I feel like a coward when I turn around to leave.
“By all means Ella, please go down.” Andrew gestures to the stairs behind me.
My stomach plummets. I’m shaking my head. My knees weaken.
Stupid. Stupid.
“No thank you, Master Andrew.” I take a step away from what feels like doom, but Andrew keeps his eyes pinned on me.
“I insist.” His words leave no room for an argument. I could beg and tell him I would never leave my room again. I didn’t want to go down there.
He doesn’t as much as blink and I feel like I’m looking into the eyes of the devil himself. I turn around and take the first step into the basement. Each step has my stomach tightening. Andrew's heavy footsteps behind me sends a wave of trepidation skittering along my spine.
We reach the hallway and I pause. There’s a smell of dampness and something else. I don’t know what exactly, but it makes me wrap my arms around my waist.
“Thank you for showing me, Master Andrew, but I’d like to go back.” I turn to him and he wears a smile that drains the rest of the warmth from me.
“Follow me.” He steps around me and I keep my arms wrapped around my waist as I follow Andrew deeper into the ground. I glance back over my shoulder and the steps disappear.
“I’m sorry for being here; I thought maybe there would be a bicycle in the shed so I could get some exercise in, Master Andrew.”
Doors, so many doors with so many scary things behind them, that’s what my mind is telling me. Is he going to kill me?
He stops suddenly and opens a large white door, it’s like a refrigerator door. I don’t move. I don’t dare.
“Take a look, Ella.”
I’m shaking my head. If I look I can’t unsee it. “I’m okay, Master Andrew.”
“I’m not asking.”
I take a shaky step towards him. I have no idea what I am going to see, but it might explain Lucas’s hands. Bile rises in my throat and I swallow it as I look into the room. I’m confused at first.
“As you can imagine, feeding six guests isn’t an easy task.”
I’m staring at a pig hung up by hooks. It’s stomach slit open, it’s insides gone.
“So we keep the meat down here.”
The white door is re-closed and I feel weak, like my body is crashing.
“Have you heard the term, that curiosity killed the cat?”
A bolt of fear shoots through me as Andrew takes a step towards me. He won’t hurt me. I repeat in my head.
“I was looking for a bicycle, Master Andrew.” I lie.
He holds me in position with his heavy eyes. All I see is evil, right down in the depths of the blackness of his eyes. I shiver and wrap my arms tighter around me.
“You may leave.”
Disbelief keeps me standing in front of him.
“I said leave.” He re-words it and I bend my head as I pass him. I want to get out of here as quickly as possible. Being down here with him is the worst feeling I’ve ever experienced. I know he watches me and I tell myself not to run. Doors keep passing and I think this place is a never ending illusion. My heart trips over itself until the bottom step finally comes into view. Glancing over my shoulder, my mind is conjuring Andrew right behind me. He isn’t. My shoulders lift high like they are trying to protect me.
Blood droplets on the floor have me slowing down. They lead into a closed room. My heart grows frantic, threatening to come out of my chest. The blood is fresh. I reach the steps and start to climb. It is the third door. I had no doubt that it’s Lucas’s blood. What is behind that door? I reach the floor of the shed and weave through the maze of cars. The fresh air is like a blast to my face. I don’t pause but race to the side of the shed where I throw up. My eyes water and I finally catch my breath. Wiping my face with my sleeve, I gasp for air. The sky is clear, birds chirp and everything is perfect outside but down there it feels like something worse. Death.
Each step I take, I try to push the terrifying thought that won’t leave me. Is Vicky down there? If she is, is she alive?
My stomach turns again with guilt and fear. I swallow the bile that climbs up my throat. Folding my arms across my chest, I enter the house and nearly walk into Alex. I wobble but manage to stay upright.
“Are you okay?” He reaches to steady me but I pull away. I want to ask what he�
��s doing here, but I had no right.
“Yeah.” I try to move past but he stops me.
“Are you sure? You don’t look well.”
Tears burn my eyes. Would he know what happens in the shed? I look at Alex in a new light, maybe he’s part of this. What this, is I am not entirely sure.
“Ella.” Alex frowns and I move past him.
“I’m fine.” I call over my shoulder and move quickly up the stairs. Bernie and Mary linger on the landing. I keep my head down and don’t look at them as I make it to my room.
The door closes and my body takes it as permission to shut down on me. My legs lose the power to keep me up and I slump to the ground. Covering my mouth with my hands, I try to push down the cry of fear that’s tearing through me, but I can’t. Tears gather on my hands as they stream down my face.
I want to run to Lucas, I want to make him tell me if Vicky is down there, and we left her to die.
My stomach turns again and I race to the bathroom and empty the meager contents that are left down the toilet.
I sit on the cold floor and try to calm my racing mind. A sob tears from me. I don’t know what to do about any of this.
“Ella.” I groan internally at Hannah’s soft voice.
Not now, Hannah.
She is the driving force that has me getting off the floor of the bathroom. I’m quick to get up and pull my clothes off.
“Don’t come in. I’m naked,” I shout and turn on the shower. I can’t let anyone see me like this.
I step into the spray of cold water, not giving it enough time to heat up.
“Ella.” Hannah calls again and I know she heard me. She steps into the bathroom with her eyes closed, her hand outstretched.
“What are you doing?” I shiver as the water turns warm. I wipe water from my eyes as I stare at Hannah.
“I know you said you were naked, but I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
I dip my head into the spray of water and visualize it washing today away. “You can open your eyes.”