His Captive: A Revenge Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “Katy, honey, sometimes I don’t think you’re my daughter, we’re so different,” she rasped, bent over double. “Where the fuck are you getting these ideas? Didn’t I raise you in a trailer park? Nothing comes easy for women like us.”

  And I colored then. I prided myself on my street smarts, but had I lost my bearings this time?

  And my mom confirmed it, nodding vehemently.

  “What you’re describing is the process of falling in love,” she said tiredly. “But real love, the real thing isn’t like that. Real love is something worth fighting for, worth struggling for, and you’re acting like it should come to you served on a silver platter.”

  I bit my tongue for a moment.

  “I guess,” I said dully. “I just didn’t think the struggle would be this hard.”

  My mom looked at me and sighed then.

  “Any struggle is hard,” she said dryly. “Why do you think it’s called struggle? Why is work called work? Because this shit is hard and you can’t expect things to turn out perfect, easy-peasy, with no blood, sweat and tears.”

  I was quiet again.

  “But why does it feel that I have no options? Like I’m stuck in a corner?” I asked, my voice breaking.

  And my mom snorted again, but her voice was gentler this time.

  “Katy, you’re young,” she rasped. “You’re only eighteen, how can you say you have no options? I’m the one with no options, no one wants someone like me with loads of baggage and a history of … well, never mind,” she said.

  “What I mean is that the world is your oyster and all you have to do is reach out your hand and take it. There are two men who love you and you love them too. So what do you mean by no options? You’ve got so many options, it’s crazy, you shouldn’t be here mopey and sad. Go on, go live your life,” she commanded.

  But I shook my head miserably again.

  “That’s the problem exactly,” I wailed. “There are two men. What am I gonna do with two men? What are people going to say when they find out about us?”

  My mom closed her eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of her nose as if a migraine were bursting in her brain.

  “Girl,” she said wryly, putting her hand over mine and looking at me pointedly. “I’m only gonna say this once, because you know this already. Sure, it matters what people think, but only up to a point. What really, truly matters, is that there are two men who love you, and you love them too. So go and get it! How long do you think they’re going to wait? How long do you think you can dilly-dally, moping like a wet rag, pulling your hair out while they sit and grow restless? You think you’re so special, a unique star, the one and only gift to mankind?”

  And Tina touched on my deepest fear, my innermost doubt. Because Brent and Jason were alpha males, I’d seen with my own eyes how women threw themselves at them right and left, shameless and uninhibited. Sure, they’d pledged themselves to me, but since I’d disappeared from their lives, how long did I have, how long before they forgot me and found another woman? Another two women? Three even?

  And suddenly, my heart began racing. Because Tina was right. What mattered most was how much I adored these men, and this adoration was returned double, even ten-fold by Jason and Brent. I’d been screwing things up on my own, weaving a web of stories, of what-ifs, of horrors, and the only person that I’d trapped was myself. There were a million outcomes to this story, there were a million possibilities and only time could tell. But in the meantime, there was still us. There was still irretrievably, unconditionally us … I hoped.

  So I sat up suddenly, jolting to life, grabbing my jacket.

  “Mom, gotta go,” I rushed, tongue tangled. “I have to see Jason and Brent, I have to tell them. Bye!”

  And with that, I was out the door, galloping across the trailer park, heart in throat, feet pounding.

  And my mom’s voice rang tinnily in my ears, fading with the distance.

  “Tell them thank you for me, Katy. Tell them thank you for loving and caring for a daughter of mine.”

  And as my legs pumped, tears pooled in my eyes, my heart expanding and then overflowing. Because I was running to my future, and there was no doubt what it was. Jason and Brent were my future, and I was desperate to find them and tell them, to bury myself in their arms, complete the circle that was us, to fall in love over and over again … as long as they would still have me.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Brent

  She came tearing down the drive towards our trailer, brunette curls flying, face flushed before hurling herself into my arms.

  “Brent,” she gasped, her face pressed against my jacket. “I’ve missed you.”

  This was new. Katy’s never been affectionate in public, so this was different. I bent my head to her, holding her tight, and murmured into her curls.

  “Come on, pretty baby,” I said, my voice low and rough. “Let’s go inside.”

  And with my arm around her shoulders, we walked up the steps into our home. The trailer was the same as always, nothing had changed in the two weeks she’d been gone. Oh wait, Jason had installed new cabinets and damn, those babies gleamed and shone, classy and elegant in the small space.

  “Where is he?” she panted, brown eyes wide, looking around. “Where’s Jason?”

  The big man stepped from his room then, his form tall, broad, intimidating, looming in the doorway.

  “Here,” was all he said, voice low.

  Because the last two weeks have been hard on all of us, but especially Jason. I have the benefit of decades, I’ve been through the wringer emotionally with years of seasoning of years under my belt, so deep down, I wasn’t worried. Of course, there are no guarantees, but I had the distinct feeling that Katy would be back, that she’d find her way to us sooner or later.

  But with Jason, it was different. The young alpha didn’t have the benefit of experience and had been heartbroken when she’d left, even if it was just a temporary pause like she promised. He’d thrown himself into work, disappearing into his shed, hammering this and that, the buzz of power tools going late into the night. And the good part was that we’d come out with these beautiful cabinets. The bad part was that the big man had been like a fucking bear these past two weeks, huge, dangerous, silent most of the time, growling when spoken to.

  So to see the object of our love, our affection, our lust, suddenly materializing like out of a dream and looking better than ever was a jolt to the heart, a shot to the nervous system.

  “What are you doing back?” he growled, eyes shuttered.

  And Katy, bless her heart, stepped forward like an innocent doe right into the crosshairs of the big bad wolf.

  “I love you, Jason Smith,” she said softly, taking a work-roughened hand into her small one, “and I want you to know it. I want you to know that I’ll never leave you again, either of you,” she said, turning to include me, “and I’m so sorry I left.”

  But Jason wasn’t letting up so easily.

  “Oh yeah?” he growled, yanking his hand away. “And what’s different?”

  Katy colored, to her credit, but the girl stood firm, her expression determined.

  “It’s me,” she said softly. “What’s changed is me. I know you think the time away was bullshit, but I had a breakthrough,” she said with a gentle smile. “I realized how much I loved and missed you, and how details can always be worked out later. What’s important is that we’re together, that we savor each other’s love and support one another.”

  But Jason still wasn’t having it. He can be one mean motherfucker and wasn’t giving in that easily.

  “Okay, so you had some Buddha moment and now see the light?” he asked scornfully. “What, you dropped some acid and rainbows and unicorns appeared?” he asked sarcastically. “Because maybe it’s not the same now, maybe we don’t want you.”

  I shook my head, exasperated. This was so fucking juvenile, I had to step in. Jason and I had done nothing but pray for Katy’s return, I’d watched his
suffering first-hand, how he’d thrown himself into work like a beast to take his mind off our girl. And there was no sense in going down this road to hurt Katy, to make her suffer too.

  “Let’s not get nasty,” I intervened calmly. “What’s important is figuring this out.”

  But the big man was a stubborn motherfucker, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

  “Yeah, but I want to hear it from Miss Know-it-All,” he growled, staring at Katy, blue eyes penetrating. “So what’s your solution? What’s the answer to all this?”

  And to her credit, Katy didn’t lose her temper, instead taking a deep breath.

  “I don’t have an answer,” she said softly, looking him straight in the eye.

  He let out a grunt then, turning away.

  “Thought so,” he grunted dismissively. “I’ll be in my room.”

  But this was where Katy stepped up to the plate again, and I was never so proud. She put her curvy body between him and the door, literally blocking the way, and tipped her chin up at him, pressing her small hands against his chest.

  “No Jason,” she said softly. “Like I said, I love you and we’ll figure it out together. That starts now.”

  And reaching up, she placed her lips on his, craning her neck to meet his form, his mouth unresponsive at first. But feeling that pink pout, those luscious breasts pressed against him made the man burst into action. Jason was on her like white on rice, his hands trailing possessively, caressing those huge tits, stroking her curves, even running through her thighs, touching her sweet spot like he couldn’t get enough.

  “Fuck,” he rasped into her mouth. “I’ve missed you. Why am I so weak?”

  And Katy just murmured against his lips, gasping as he stroked her kitty through her panties, making her mewl and gasp in his arms.

  “You’re not weak,” she whispered hoarsely, “you just love me, that’s all.”

  And fuck, but the fire leapt at her words, becoming a burning inferno. Because it was true. We loved her, and couldn’t resist the beautiful girl. And although I was better behaved than Jason, I missed Katy just as much. It was like time had slowed to a stop, come to a standstill without her. So to have the girl now, willing and wet in our trailer once more was like three green lights flashing, a great big Go.

  And I was on her in an instant, her back pressed to my chest as I ran my hands over her ass, squeezing those sweet cheeks, the orbs fleshy and bouncy.

  “Baby girl,” I rasped hoarsely into her ear. “Do something for us.”

  The girl twisted sinuously in our arms, that curvy body rubbing against Jason in front and me in the back, my cock weeping as her ass caressed it, punching against the front of my pants to find its mate, where it belonged.

  “What, Brent?” she murmured throatily, already starting to reach for our cocks. “Anything, I promise.”

  And that’s all I needed to hear.

  “Honey,” I rasped again. “We need you to beg. These last two weeks have been so fucking awful, get on your knees and beg us to fuck you.”

  Her eyes flew open again, twisting around to meet mine. The sweet pools of caramel were so luscious, so wide that I could have melted boneless into them. But I can be a nasty mofo too.

  “Get on your knees,” I growled throatily, eyes burning. “Do it.”

  And the girl gasped then.

  “I- I’m not sure,” she stuttered. “I mean, of course I’ll beg you, I want you so much, but … my knees?”

  And both Jason and I nodded, nostrils flaring, big bodies heaving.

  “Absolutely,” he grunted. “Do it.”

  And slowly, oh so slowly, she dropped to her knees, her curvy form quivering, looking at us wide-eyed.

  “Like this?” she whispered, barely audible.

  “Exactly like that,” I nodded.

  But Jason was a dirty fuck and cocked his head, looking at her.

  “No, it’s better if she’s naked,” he ground out. “Take off your dress and start over.”

  And Katy colored then, the flush spreading beautifully over her cleavage, but her hands obeyed. Slowly, oh so slowly, she began undoing the buttons on her floral dress, the fabric falling away, and oh god, but the female creaminess made my dick jut out like the prow of a ship.

  “Fuck,” I rasped, gazing at those mountainous white breasts, “you didn’t wear a bra.”

  And she nodded slightly, flushing even pinker.

  “I thought of you guys so often that my nips got raw rubbing against the fabric,” she whispered. “So I stopped wearing one, it was easier.”

  And after all the buttons were undone, the thin cotton fabric fell away leaving her in nothing but a tiny pair of pink panties.

  “These too?” she whispered, breasts heaving up and down with excitement as she fingered the elastic, looking between me and Jason.

  I grunted, nodding.

  “All of it. Off,” I said harshly, brooking no argument. And oh fuck, but she’d gotten bigger in her two weeks away and there was so much hefty flesh, the expanse of white so delectable, so delicious, that my cock wept as I stroked it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Jason had pulled himself out and was palming his fuckpole too, grunting slightly as his fist moved up and down, the tip leaking.

  And finally, finally, our little girl was nude before us, pink kitty bare, kneeling on the floor.

  “Spread your legs,” I commanded. “Show us your clit.”

  The little girl inhaled quickly again but knew better than to question our orders. She inched her knees apart until that pink slit was clearly visible and reached one soft hand between her thighs, pulling apart her labia, those fleshy lips opening like a curtain, showing us her achy, stiff clit.

  “Like this?” she whispered. “Is this what you wanted to see?”

  And my pole leaked cum like a faucet now, there was literally a pool of the good stuff on the floor under my dick, seeing that huge, throbbing clit, almost as big as my thumb.

  “That’s it,” I growled, eyes glued to her snatch. “Now beg.”

  And Katy inhaled once slowly, eyes flickering, dropping for a second to take in our ten inch rods, ready to fuck, massive, dominating, before licking those pink lips wetly and pulling her labia apart even more, baring that hot channel.

  “Please,” she breathed, her words like the sweetest song to my ears. “Please, Brent and Jason, come fuck me, please, I love you.”

  And the siren’s call was all we had to hear. Because she was giving herself up, declaring that she was ours, and there was no better feeling in the world. I was a warrior, the victor standing on the mountain looking down, my troops having subdued the opponent. Except in this case, there had been no opponent except for Katy’s doubts, her insecurities, and they had been defeated thoroughly, routed for another day. And so we descended, Jason and I, onto our sweet girl, loving her, kissing her, stroking all over, the female the spoils of our conquest.

  “You’re so gorgeous,” I murmured into the brunette’s ear, stroking one soft breast before tweaking the nipple, making her squeal.

  “Absolutely amazing,” Jason agreed, his big hands caressing that sweet cunt, running wetly through its folds. And to show he was sorry, to make his apologies, he treated Katy to a sensuous delight. Forking his fingers apart, he burrowed his thumb deep into her vaginal hole as his index finger probed her ass.

  “That’s right,” he murmured as she squealed, eyes flying open with shock. “You’re gonna sit yourself down on the finger-fucker, come on, you’ll love it.”

  And with a sigh Katy gave in, her sweet folds slipping down on his thumb as her ass popped open, his digits sliding into both holes.

  “Oh!” she squeaked. “Oh oh oh!”

  Jason started running his hand in and out of both channels then, licking at her nipples as he hand-fucked both her pussy and ass.

  “That’s right,” he rasped against her breast. “That’s what my dirty baby does, she lets us fuck her however we want.”

  Because by
now, I’d slipped a hand down below as well, worming one of my fingers into her pussy hole, joining Jason’s thumb, pushing and pulling into that tight space, feeling her swollen flesh cream around us, so wet, so needy.

  “Your kitty’s hungry,” I growled. “Two weeks without us and your kitty’s practically overflowing with cream, little whore.”

  And Katy’s head dropped like a flower too heavy for its stalk, rocking back and forth as her ass and pussy were penetrated. But I had more to give and I wasn’t missing my chance.

  “Sweet girl,” I murmured again, my other hand tracing that huge butt. “Open up.”

  And I wormed a finger into her anus, joining Jason in that musty cavern with another probing digit, although this time, it was tough going. Katy was so tight, so impenetrable in back that I popped my finger in my mouth for a moment to lube it up, get it wet before trying again.

  “Relax your ass,” I growled against her ear. “Let go, little butt slut.”

  And slowly, she complied. Her pussy muscles loosened a bit, letting our fingers penetrate deeply and then my thumb niggled its way into her ass alongside Jason’s thick, blunt digit.

  “That’s right,” he murmured. “You’re totally fucked now, you’re finger fucked by two men in your butt and cunt, you like that don’t you, you like it,” he chanted.

  And the girl came hard then, creaming like a geyser as we worked ourselves in and out, stroking her interior.

  “Fuuuuuck!” she screamed, so loud that I was sure all our neighbors could hear. “Oh god! Jason! Brent!”

  Hearing our name on her lips, feeling her cunt and ass squeeze down hard on our hands, pouring wet cream like it was Niagara Falls, hurtled us over the edge as well. In a flash, we yanked our fingers from her holes and were ready with our dicks at her openings, me buried deep in her ass, and Jason in her vag, our cocks hammering home with desire.

  “I. Fucking. Love. You,” I huffed as my hips pistoned, claiming her tiny anus.

  And Jason was just as desperate, just as eager to mark her as ours.

  “You. Belong. To. Us,” he grunted, drilling her pussy with no mercy. And our curvy, bountiful girl moaned, welcoming us into her depths, receiving us with pleasure, squeezing, clenching, making us groan with delight.