by CELENE CAREY
I opened my eyes, having shut them against the pain I felt would accompany the violent move, only to open them as he gently separated sticky duct tape from my skin. He took a key from the pocket of his jacket and released me from the headboard, but taking my hands and cuffing them behind me. My arms felt like they were on fire and I winced. Then he tied my ankles together, using the other set of cuffs.
Sal sat me up on my ass, my legs sliding over the end of the bed to balance my position before he put the water to my lips. I sipped slowly, his hand touching my back made me feel like I wanted to vomit. When he felt I had enough, he pulled the bottle away and licked the droplets that escaped my lips. Disgusted, I pulled away, only to have him hold me hard against his body while his tongue tasted my skin.
“Please Sal, no…” I begged as his hands caressed my body. “I need to pee.” He sighed and picked me up, putting me over his shoulder and carried me into the small but serviceable bathroom. He plonked me onto the toilet, and waited for me to do my business. I had a touch of stage fright while he watched, but then my bladder began to tell me what for and I relaxed enough to empty it. Sal pulled his gun out from its hidden holster, unlocked the cuffs to let me clean myself up and then re-cuffed me. He carried me out to the bedroom and threw me on the bed as if I were his bride and it was our wedding night.
I watched as he moved to a pile of clothes, my clothes. He picked up my handbag and rifled through it, grabbing my phone and turning it on. He looked back at me. “You’re going to make a phone call.” He said, skimming through my messages to the number that Mack had given me. “Where’s Ty?” he asked.
I looked at the clock, Ty would still be at Mack’s sister’s place. “At a friend’s place.” I said softly, lowering my head. I heard Sal chuckle, cold dread filled me. He knew I would do anything to save my boy.
“Who?” he asked me.
“Mack’s Sister’s.”
“Good girl, keep being a good girl and I’ll let you live.” I felt him sit next to me while he pressed the call button. He pressed the phone to my ear. “Tell her to get on to Mack, and get him to call you, as soon as possible.”
The phone answered on the second ring.
“Tess! We’re so worried about you, are you ok?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine, look can you get Mack to call me, as soon as possible?”
“Yeah sure, if everythi-” Sal pulled the phone away and ended the call.
“Now baby, you and I are going to have a little chat, catch up, you know, while lover boy gets the message to call you.” He reached over and stroked the side of my face, he looked over my naked body, running his hands over every curve, making me shiver in disgust that he had the power to do so and that I was so helpless.
“Mm…” he said, in appreciation. “If only you knew how hard you made me, baby.” He said. He began to undo his trousers and I recoiled in horror.
On the bedside table, my phone began to ring and vibrate. Sal groaned, and did up his pants. “It’s Mack.” I said, peeking over at the number. Thank fuck! Saved by the bell I thought.
Sal answered
“Hey buddy, how are you doing?” he paused, “No, you listen to me asshole. All digital evidence destroyed, bring the physical evidence and the kid to the abandoned Roadhouse on the old highway in three hours. Don’t bring any bacon either, no backup, or I will fuck her up so bad that you’ll need a sub-atomic microscope to identify her.” He said as he ended the call. He pulled the battery out of my phone and flushed the sim card down the toilet. He then threw the phone on the ground and stomped on it, destroying the device.
He smiled. “Well, baby, looks like we got a date.” He said, patting his gun. Haynes poked his head in.
“All set, Sal?” Haynes said. Sal smiled and caressed my cheek. “Yes, Three hours, at the abandoned roadhouse on the old highway.
CHAPTER 9
Sal escorted me down to the car, I was dressed in a black cocktail dress with no panties, high stiletto heels and made up to look like a cheap whore. I stumbled a few times, Sal holding tight each time I stumbled on the horrendous heels. He hissed angrily in my ear, telling me to hold it together. I was shoved unceremoniously into the car and Haynes took the driver’s seat, while Sal held me in the back.
The drive took at least an hour, Mack would have known this and would have scrambled to get everything done for Sal. I waited beside Sal in the darkened mechanic’s bay. He looked out through the filthy clear plastic of the roller shutter that had been partially pushed out of its runner. Haynes stood nearby. He tapped on a window when Mack’s Merc arrived, pulling up under the damaged canopy. Sal grabbed me and pulled the gun from its holster.
He pressed the business end against my temple as we moved out into the bright sunlight.
“Hands where I can see them, Mack.” He shouted. As we broke out into the open. Mack’s hands went out the open driver’s side window. The passenger side door opened and a pair of little feet hopped down to the rubbish-littered ground.
“Mummy!” Ty shrieked in his high-pitched voice.
“Ty, no! Stay there!” I whimpered, begging my baby to keep out of harm’s way.
Sal grinned beside me. “Hey buddy, come on over here!” he grinned victoriously when Ty ran to me and grabbed my legs, hugging me tightly, I cried bitter tears, Sal had us now, and all he needed to do now was…
“Shoot the fucker.” He said, levelling his pistol and firing. I screamed and covered Ty with my body, crouching down as Sal and Haynes unloaded their clips into the car. I managed somehow to scramble away with Ty back to the safety of the mechanic’s bay. The shooting stopped. “Tess…” Sal’s voice crooned softly. “Come out, come out wherever you are.”
I hid behind a pair of old oil barrels, holding Ty close against me where we both trembled, hot tears running down both our faces we were paralysed by the fear of his inevitable discovery of our hiding place. Ty began to audibly sob, great heaving breaths, revealing our location as I desperately tried to sooth my boy.
“Hello baby,” Sal grinned, as he leaned against the barrel.
Two shots were fired outside, and then the crackle of an automatic weapon being fired erupted, a bullet shattering the glass of a window that sat high up on the wall, letting clear, late afternoon light come through unfiltered by grimy glass.
Sal shouted for Haynes, while I huddled with Ty.
“Don’t move, or I will kill the boy.” he seethed. I nodded, holding Ty’s sobbing body even tighter against me.
Sal’s shadow moved out from the light. I heard shouting and two distinct gunshots, two bodies hitting the hard concrete with meaty thumps and then…
Silence.
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I sat in the emergency ward being checked over, Ty sat beside me, and his hand trembled as it clutched mine in a miniature death grip. I watched dumbfounded as Mack’s body was rushed through, a paramedic straddling him, pushing up and down on his chest, working to get his heart restarted.
I felt numb. Two uniformed police officers stood guard while we were treated for shock and then released. We were taken to a consultation room where we were interviewed, a friendly woman from Children’s services tried to talk to Ty, but he was in far too fragile a state to do anything but ask for me and cry.
We were finally allowed to see a doctor about Mack’s condition.
He looked grim and my heart plummeted.
“It was touch and go there for a while, but we’ve managed to stop the bleeding and he is in the ICU, still in critical condition. Normally we only allow immediate family in there when patients are in this stage.” The doctor explained
“I’m his… Partner.” I said. The doctor looked at me dubiously, and then nodded.
“I’m not sure if your son should be in there though, he’s been through a lot, I can have the nurses take him to the children’s ward’s playroom, and we’ll have officers with him at all times.
I nodded, wanting more than anything, apart from Ty’s safety, to se
e Mack and tell him how I felt, before it might be too late.
I was given a surgical gown and mask and made to wash my hands thoroughly before I was asked to use hand sanitiser on them. When I was satisfactorily cleansed of any germs, I was allowed in to the ICU. I was led to a private room where Mack lay hooked up to a multitude of machines.
I bit back a sob, looking at the man who was larger than life, a protector of sorts, gentle and kind and now laid low by the bullet.
I took a seat next to him and held his hand, his forefinger encased in a heart monitor. I stroked the back of his hand gently, reverently.
“Mack…” I whispered, choked up with tears. As I leaned down and kissed his hand. “Thank you for everything… you’ve done for us…” I said, tears streaming down my cheeks to soak into the surgical mask I wore. “I…” I choked back another sob, trying to find the courage to say the words I wanted to say to him. I broke down and put my face in my hands.
“Is that the tough chick I knew?” I heard the rasping voice that was barely recognisable as Mack’s through the oxygen mask he wore and his weakness. “Can’t be.” He coughed roughly. “She wouldn’t cry over a washed up cop.”
“Yes she bloody well would.” I said looking up to meet his eyes. He had pulled the mask down, the machines bleeping insistently. Two nurses rushed in.
“Sir you need to stay calm, you’ve suffered three gunshot wounds to the chest and stomach, you’ve had internal bleeding and organ damage and you need to remain still until the Doctor clears you.” One of the nurses said. “You,” she pointed at me. “Visiting time is over.”
“No it damned well is not, not before I tell her that I love her.” I broke into a sobbing wreck, Mack took my hand and gently pulled me towards him, I stood up and pulled my mask down, my hands reaching for the stubble on his cheeks, my lips pressed against his gently, but he was insistent. His tongue slipped past my lips as he showed me how much he needed me.
“Will you stay?” he asked, when we reluctantly broke apart at the nurse’s irritated throat clearing. I nodded.
“Yes, but what about Sal, will he…” I was stopped by Mack’s fingers pressing against my lips
“Sal is dead, Haynes too, I made sure of that.” he said, his voice rumbling with exhaustion.
“All right that’s it, leave or I’ll have security escort you out.” The nurse said vehemently.
“You better go, these nurses can be real nasty pieces of work.” He said, his face showing how much he truly wanted me to stay, but how much he felt every injury and the exhaustion from his surgery.
I left, but not without a final kiss. I turned just before I left the room. “Mack…” I said, noticing that the nurses had surrounded him, and his eyes were closed.
“I love you too…” I whispered. Before a nurse closed the door on me, leaving me with no choice but to go back to Ty.
We stayed in the hospital for observation as Ty was still suffering from the shock, the police continued to try to question Ty every day, but he seemed to retreat further and further into his shell, even the toy transformers that he was given by some of the nurses in the kids ward didn’t bring him out.
I sat watching him as he stood by the window, playing absent-mindedly with the lace curtains in the playroom. I heard footsteps and a man in a hospital gown and leading a portable IV stand came up to Ty, he put a hand on Ty’s shoulder and my son looked up at him. His face lit up and he smiled. For the first time in days he actually smiled.
Ty threw his arms around the man and hugged him tight when the man knelt down.
I had to look twice to realise that it was Mack. He whispered something to my son who pointed at me, Mack must have missed me when he came in to the kid’s playroom.
He had colour back in his face, but the pain was still evident around his eyes. I slowly got to my feet and walked to him.
“Mack…” I whispered as he groaned, straightening up from his crouch, letting Ty keep a hold of his leg as he still held onto the IV stand. I went into his open arms and sobbed, so grateful to see him up and about, walking around.
“I love you, Tess.” He whispered into my hair, I looked up at him, our lips meeting with a spark that brought a new passion to our lives. A new hope.
“Hi…” he said. “I’m Mack, when I get out of this place, I’d like to take you out on a proper date…” he grinned. “…and if you like me, you can keep me.”
For all we’d been through together, there was only one answer I could give.
“Yes!”
I couldn’t have been happier to give a man that answer.
BOOK 22
MY STEPBROTHER AND MY BESTFRIEND
Naughty First Time Taboo Stretched Fantasies
Holes Filled Up Short Secret Story Series
ADULT SEX
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EXCERPT from - A SPLASH FOR STEPBROTHER
She made her way over to the pool and went in. Once she was inside, she undid the strings of her bikini and put the top and bottom on the edge of the pool. She held her breath, dived underwater and emerged a few moments later.
She sat on the shallow end of the pool and ran her hands over her breasts. She then ran her hands over her tummy and then between her legs. The cool warm water splashed against her skin. It felt great. She spread her legs underwater. The sudden inflow of the water between her thighs was even better. She wished that there was a fat cock in her hole—like Fred’s.
She dived underwater. A few moments later she emerged again.
Splash! A very loud splash. Camille jumped in shock. “Aaaaah!”
Something had landed in the water beside her. She turned around just in time to see Todd’s golden hair emerge. She felt her tongue ring loosen and slip from her mouth. She panicked and looked down only to see it floating to the bottom of the pool. She dived behind it. Once she grabbed her favorite ring she shot up above the surface.
“Todd you scared me,” she cried.
“Wow.” Todd’s face was shocked.
Camille was annoyed. “It’s not funny.”
Todd glared at her. “No, it’s not that. Where’s your top?”
Camille looked down. “Shit.” She put her arms around her chest to hide it.
“Are you naked?” Todd shouted. He shut his eyes tight. Camille stood in her spot. Todd was facing her and she could see nothing but his bare chest. His large pink nipples poked out. She’d never really seen them up close. This close. Samantha was right. He did have a hot body. He was hot all the way down. Todd had it all together. She remembered the day that she saw his dick through his wet pants. As she covered her breasts, she had a sudden wish that she would get to see it again.
“Open your eyes,” she commanded. “It’s not like you would fuck me anyways.”
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Table of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
C
HAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 1
It’s been six months since Mom and I moved in with her boyfriend Sam and his son Mike. Mom and Dad separated a year ago, thank God, because their relationship had been horrible for years. Ever since I can remember, all they did was fight. When Mom met Sam, I was a little bit concerned that things were moving too fast with them. That was until I met his son Mike. I know I shouldn’t be thinking things like this, but Mike is hot. I mean brutally hot. Six foot two, dark brown hair, light blue eyes, and all muscle, he ran track at our high school, played bass in a rock band, and made all the girls drool. And now he lived down the hall from me, a short walk away. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Every night I lay in bed imagining him in his room, wondered what he was doing, if he was touching himself like I was. If he was thinking about me, like I was.
Another thing I should mention about my family: we’re a little more… well . . . open than most other families. I wouldn’t call my parents nudists, but they are definitely very comfortable with nudity. Growing up, I remember clothes being very optional at home; we preferred walking around naked whenever possible; it just felt normal to me. When my parents separated, and we moved in with Sam and Mike, I wondered if we would have to change our lifestyle. I wasn’t looking forward to being covered up all the time. But fortunately, Mom explained to Sam that this was the way we lived, and he seemed fine with it. Probably because my mom has a great rack. Mike and Sam weren’t into the nudity themselves . . . well . . . initially, but after a few months they both started going naked more often than not.