“Rex? Is there something wrong? You’re so quiet.” She gave him a triumphant smile. “Penny for your thoughts.” She continued to taunt him as she walked toward the bed.
He stared at her. She did it! He couldn’t believe it. She had shaved all the hairs from her sweet, succulent pussy. All that stood in between him and her glistening, swollen flesh was her smooth, creamy skin. “Jesus, baby. You are so damn gorgeous. Come over here and let me taste you.”
She laughed. “Rex, did you forget the rules? I’m in charge right now. You do as I say, not the other way around.”
He threw his head back in frustration. He wanted so badly to touch her there and to taste her. He brought his head back up when he felt the bed move. She was getting on top of him but not the way that he would expect. She was facing the other direction. He was ready to bless her for her ingenuity when he found himself wanting to curse her. She had purposely positioned herself right in front of him, but just barely out of reach. His tongue darted out but couldn’t reach her. She was at least six inches away from his mouth. And the sight. Jesus, the sight of her was amazing.
She raised her bottom up higher and sank her mouth down on top of him. It happened so fast he hadn’t been expecting it. He let out a groan as she took him deep and fast. Clasping her lips tightly around his shaft. He was dying underneath the aggression she was unleashing on him. Just when he thought he would scream at her and demand more, she inched herself further back and allowed him access to what he had been craving.
“Mmm, God, you’re fucking sweet, honey.” He could barely reach her with his tongue and was using it to stroke her glistening folds. He couldn’t reach her clit but from her rocking hips knew it would only be a matter of time before she gave him a taste of that, too. He knew that if he had full access to her, he would be able to take her over the edge within seconds.
She was starting to move more than her hips. Her entire body was starting to buck and rock back and forth. As much as she loved what she was doing to him, she was also driving herself insane from wanting him so bad. She loved the taste of him in her mouth. His protruding veins were a sensual contradiction to the smooth skin of his head. And the sensation of his tongue on her smooth skin was indescribable. It was like there were new nerve endings that were exposed. Had they always been there? She wondered to herself as she heard a deep, pleading moan and had to bite back her laughter. She rather liked knowing that she was driving him as crazy as he drove her.
“Shelby, damn it, come closer to me. Let me taste all of you.”
She did as he asked. She liked it when he was a little demanding.
“That’s it. Mmm, you taste so damn good. I could make a meal out of you. I could survive on nothing but the taste of your pussy for the rest of my life.” He kept licking and sucking every inch of her as he continued. “Your smooth skin feels so good under my tongue. You’re so hot, baby. Your juices are like flowing lava. So damn hot. Jesus, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? If you don’t stop, I’m going to lose it.”
She knew what he meant, and she didn’t care. She wanted all of him. She didn’t stop. She increased her movements. She was no longer just trying to tease him. She was now a woman on a mission, and she was desperate to get to the release that the thick, pulsating length of him was promising her. She wanted to swallow all of him, just like she had on their way home from the restaurant.
She knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. If she didn’t pull back, he was going to come before he even had a chance to send her over the edge.
“Baby, I want you to come for me, just like this. While I’m licking your smooth shaven pussy. I want to lick up all of your sweet syrup as it drips from you, covering my face.”
His words had her moving faster now. Her breathing becoming more rapid. She was getting close.
“Rex, I –” She moaned.
“Yeah, babe, that’s it. Give me all of your nectar. Let me drink the proof of your passion. Let me swallow it all up.”
That was it, the final straw. The dam broke, and her climax exploded as she screamed out. She was barely aware of anything else when he drank her up.
Seconds later, she took him deep and sucked on him hard. Her cheeks hollowed out as she twisted her mouth against him. She wanted him lost. She wanted him spilling everything that he had and everything that he was into her. It was a maddening rush of intoxication. The sensation of his release seemed to go on forever as he lay there with his eyes closed and his body jerking.
Shelby watched as Rex lay there with his eyes closed, unaware of everything around him. She gently untied his wrists. He opened his eyes and looked up at her leaning over him. He did nothing and said nothing as he waited until his hands were completely free. As soon as the last one was loosened enough, he grabbed on to her and pulled her down in a giant bear hug.
She screamed and giggled as he pulled her down. She struggled for only a moment until she snuggled against his chest. They were quiet for a moment until she broke the silence. “I love you so much, Rex.”
He stroked his hand up and down her back and placed a kiss to the top of her head. “I know. I love you, too, babe. Now let’s go to sleep.”
And she did. She snuggled against him and fell into a deep slumber, her body lax from their naughty little game.
Chapter Seventeen
She woke in a haze. When she went to sleep, she had remembered feeling so much pain. But now she felt so good. She felt better than good. She felt like she was floating. She eased her body up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror. The dark rings under her eyes were the only color on her face. Her face was gaunt. She must have lost so much weight.
She reached in the shower to turn it on in hopes to clean some of the filth from her body. She was washing herself and felt pain. She looked down and was surprised by the sight of blood. A lot of blood. She pulled the curtain back and saw that there was a steady trail of it from her bedroom. She stepped out while the water was still running and went to her bed. There in the middle she saw it. A huge red stain was lying right beneath where she slept. She managed to fall on top of the bed before she lost consciousness.
She was awoken by a bucket of ice-cold water being splashed on her body. She had been lying facefirst on her bed. Turning her head, she looked at her mother, who was screaming at her. She was angry with her, something about the shower running and her looking horrible. She couldn’t make out all of the words, everything was so hazy. She was shocked into a bit more of an alert state by the feel of her mother’s smack. She was still yelling. She was being told to do something. What was she supposed to do?
She tried to collect her thoughts to concentrate. She knew if she didn’t do as she was told, her punishment would be much more severe. She concentrated on the words her mother was screaming at her. Minutes later her mother slammed the door behind her, and she heard the familiar click of the lock.
She struggled to pull herself up. She felt so weak. She could feel the squishy feeling on the bed beneath her. When she managed to lever herself up enough to sit up, she looked down. The area of crimson which was once the size of a large pizza now covered nearly all of her sheets. Had her mother seen the blood? Shelby tried to muster a laugh. Of course she had. It’s not like she would care.
She stood up in an attempt to gather the soaked sheets and tug them off of the mattress. The task was too great, and she felt her legs buckle as she went down to the floor. She tried so hard to move but couldn’t find the strength. She thought she heard a noise but wasn’t sure. A voice maybe? She couldn’t feel the effects of the drug anymore. But she felt so light, and she was cold. She began to shiver. Was this it? Had God finally answered her prayers? Was he going to take her away from the nightmare that had become her life?
Then she looked up, and she could see him. He was so beautiful. He caressed her face and held her. He was whispering soothing words to her. It felt so good. She was overcome by an incredible sen
se of peace. She closed her eyes and smiled. She was so happy. Her angel had come to save her. He was going to take away all of her pain and bring her to heaven. Finally.
Shelby awoke. She was in a room that was unfamiliar to her. Looking around, she tried to get a feel for her surroundings. She attempted to sit up but found herself too weak. She felt a tug on her arm and looked down to see a needle taped to it. She followed the thin tube that led from the needle to a bag of medicine hanging above her bed. What was going on? Where was she?
Her first thought was that they had simply moved her. Maybe they had found a new place and had decided to keep her on the drugs day and night. But that didn’t make sense. She didn’t feel like she was under the influence of anything. Her body was a little sore, but she didn’t actually hurt. She reached down and touched herself and realized that she didn’t feel the pain that she always felt after she was raped by the many men her mother had brought to her.
It was all so confusing. She didn’t understand what was happening to her. She looked around the room and was startled to see a man sleeping on the couch across from the bed. She tilted her head to get a better look at his face. He looked very familiar, but she wasn’t sure why. She opened her mouth to speak and found that she had no spit. Her mouth was so dry. How long had she been here? She tried again to get his attention. She wasn’t sure why, but she was not frightened of him.
“He–ahem–hello?” It was a squeaky murmur that she barely heard herself. But he did. His eyes opened up immediately as he sat up and looked at her.
“Are you okay? Do you feel any pain at all?” he asked her. Staying on the couch, his hands neatly placed on each of his knees.
She nodded. “I think so, I’m sore, but I don’t think there’s any pain.” Her voice became a little stronger.
“Good. My name is Jesse. I don’t want you to be frightened of me. Although, I understand you will be. I am going to stay right here, not moving, far away from you. I will answer any questions you have, but I will not approach you, and I won’t touch you. You have my word. Do you understand?”
He was telling the truth. She wasn’t sure how she knew it, but she believed every word he just told her. “What happened to me? Who are you? Where are we? Where are they?” She bit out the last question in anger.
He stayed motionless with his hands on his knees. “Let me answer your last question first. They can’t hurt you anymore. They have been, well, let’s just say, I have some friends who are dealing with them. As for where you are, my friends and I like to call it a safe place until you have time to heal. As for me, I am someone who wants to see you healthy and safe.” He took a breath and continued, “You ask me what happened to you, and I wish I could answer that. The first time I saw you was twelve days ago. You were not in good shape. I took you away from there, and my friends, as well as myself, did our best to treat your injuries and see you through your withdrawals. I can’t say what happened to you before that.”
She absorbed all that he told her. She was finally safe? He had told her that he had friends and that they were dealing with her mother and the monster who had hurt her. Why? “Why would you help me? Did I know some of your friends?”
He shook his head. Still not moving, his lack of movements gave him the look of a robot. “No, we had–we heard stories of what was going on in that house. It was decided to use me as a decoy to get to you. Once we heard the rumors, it only took a couple of days to set the plan in motion and get you out.”
“Plan? What–Who are you guys?” She was starting to remember why she trusted him. He was the angel who was holding her as she lay bleeding to death. At least she had thought she was bleeding to death. Maybe she had been and he had saved her. He told her they had treated her. Had he done more than save her from them? Had he saved her life?
“We are an–we’ll call it an organization for argument’s sake. We are people from various backgrounds, but we all have one common goal,” he said, continuing to sit there as still as a statue.
“What–what is it, your common goal?”
He looked away from her for a moment. The most movement she had seen from him. He was quiet for so long she was afraid he wasn’t going to answer her. Then he turned his head back to face her. On a deep sigh, she saw tears glisten in his eyes. “Our goal, ah, our goal is to make sure no other girls or children suffer or die at the hands of monsters. Our goal is to save as many of you as we can.” She watched as his hands fisted on his knees, causing his knuckles to whiten. “Our goal is to save you and others like you.” He blinked, and tears streaked down his face. “You see, all of us, we had children of our own. Some were runaways, some were taken, but all of us were too late. We lost our own daughters and sons to predators. We won’t cower in our own grief. We won’t let our failures at saving our own children stop us from getting anyone else who hurts innocent children. We have made a vow to fight the bastards who prey on innocence.”
She could hear the anguish in his voice. His hands were slightly trembling. He was trying to hide it, but she could see it. “Your child, was it a daughter?”
He nodded.
“How long has she been gone?” she asked him, unsure why she even wanted to know.
“Seven years.”
“I’m so sorry. I don’t know how I–how do I thank you for saving my life?” He smiled at her. He had a beautiful smile.
“There is only one thing we ask for from the children whom we rescue.”
“Anything, whatever I can do, I will. I know what you’ve done for me.” She looked down at her arms and saw the faint trail of needle marks but no longer felt the desire to have her veins filled with the venom that deluded her mind.
“We ask only that you live and fight to survive.”
She looked at him, confused. “What do you mean survive? Isn’t that what I’ve done? Didn’t you save me?”
He smiled at her again. “I’m going to get up and retrieve some papers from the table by your bed. I will not touch you. You have my word. Is it all right if I get up?”
She nodded in agreement, amazed by his ability to sense the boundaries that were important to her. It was apparent that he had saved many children who had been sexually abused. His patience and soothing words of promise made her feel safe and almost loved.
He picked up a folder of papers and set them down on her lap. “This is what we would like you to do.” He waited while she opened the folder to see a brochure for a college out of state. “We have taken it upon ourselves to enroll you in the fall semester. We would like you to go to school and get an education. We want you to find a place for yourself in life. Find something in your studies that you enjoy. Get a job and make friends. In time, well, we know it will not be easy. But in time, we hope that you may heal. We would like to be able to look in on you one day and see that you are married and raising a family.” He turned away again.
She wasn’t sure why, but she reached her hand out to touch his. The contact startled him. He turned back to look at her, and she saw fresh tears forming in his eyes.
He smiled at her. “It never gets easier. You are probably my twentieth charge. And it never gets any easier.”
“Charge?” she asked him.
He laughed. “Sorry, it’s just a name that we came up with to describe whom we were responsible for. Every time we agree to go in and rescue a child, one person is voted to be that child’s guardian. In turn, we call the children we look after our charges.” Shrugging off his somber mood and wiping his tears, he continued. “Sorry, that’s not important. What’s important is we want you to live your life to the fullest. Physically, you are healed. We have only kept you on IV fluid for the sake of your health. Now that you are awake and alert and past the withdrawals, you can begin to eat and slowly regain your strength. School starts in ten days. With help from me, if you’ll allow it, I think we can make you strong enough to start on time.”
She listened to what he was telling her. She had so many questions. “How could I–I d
on’t have any money.”
He pulled his hand out from underneath hers and placed it on top of hers. “One of my friends is on the alumni to this school.” He smiled at her response. “Yes, our organization is very large. We have–members, if you will–all over the United States. Anyway, my friend has arranged a full scholarship for you. You only need to go to school and forget about the past. I understand it will not be easy. We have faith, though, that if you work hard toward your future, you will soon forget about some of the things that have happened to you.”
Her hand tensed when he said the last sentence. “How–I can’t forget what –”
He interrupted her. “I’m aware that it seems unlikely. Luckily, some of the children who have been rescued by us have suffered a lapse in their memory. Others haven’t been so lucky. You, however, well, your situation was rather, shall we say traumatic, and I can only hope and pray that after time passes you will be one of the lucky ones.”
“I don’t see how that’s possible, but I sort of hope so, too.” She looked down at her body. “Am I okay?”
“Yes, Shelby. One of our many friends is a doctor. She thoroughly examined you. She has been back several times since we first brought you here. She has assured me that, while the abuse you suffered was severe, the physical scars would heal completely. The emotional scars, though, those might take some time. Will you do it?”
She stared at him, confused by his question.
“Will you do what we ask of you? Will you go to school and find a place for yourself in this world?”
She started to cry. He sat there with his hand gently placed over hers and waited for her tears to subside. He made no effort to reach out and touch her. He merely sat there and waited.
When she was finally able to control herself, she looked to him. “I will do it. I will never find a way to thank you, but I will do it and forever be in your debt.”
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