Generational Sins

by Samantha Blair

Next thing I knew, I saw David's beautiful blue eyes over his shoulder, and then he was gone, and David was beating the shit out of him. Blood flew from his nose, as David's fist made impact. The man tried to throw up his hands in protection, but David was much faster, and he hit the ground before he even had a chance to swing back.

  A large open circle had opened in the crowd, giving them room.

  "You will never fucking touch my girl again," David said, as he kicked him one more time, hard in the stomach. Michael made his way over and pulled a still-fighting David off of the man.

  "Let's go man," Michael said, trying to haul David out before the cops got involved. "That's enough. He won't get up. We gotta get out of here."

  The six of us slipped out the side door and into the night. Once David regained his senses, he came to me, immediately pulling me into his arms.

  "God, baby, are you okay? Did that asshole hurt you?"

  "I'm fine, David. I'm glad you came though; he was really freaking me out."

  "No one, will ever hurt you while I'm around, Kat," he promised. "No one is ever going to fucking touch you like that again." His voice was dripping with venom and there was an evil hatred in his eyes that scared the shit out of me. I was glad Michael was big enough to pull David off of that guy. I didn't want to know what might have happened if he hadn't been stopped. He looked ready to commit murder.

  When we started walking again I could see David's hands, still clenched into fists. The knuckles on his right hand were covered in blood.

  "We need to get your hands cleaned up. Where do you want to go?" I asked.

  He thought for a minute. "Let's go to your apartment."

  We said goodnight to the group and David drove at a reckless speed back to my apartment. As soon as we arrived he pulled me out of the car and practically ran into my place. He took one step inside my door before pinning me against it and turning the deadbolt over my shoulder.

  "You belong to me," he said, before crushing my lips with his in a bruising kiss. "Mine."

  "Yours," I agreed, trying to undress him as he pulled my skirt up around my waist and pushed my panties down. He managed to unzip his pants and lift me up. My legs went around his waist, and he thrust into me in one hard, fluid motion, slamming me into the wooden door with a loud thump.

  I cried out at the assault and dug my nails into his shoulders. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked it greedily, trying to find something to hang onto as he slammed into my pussy over and over.

  My ass made a solid thumping sound as he fucked me hard against the door, but I couldn't bring myself to care who was listening. All I could focus on was the feel of his cock, driving me higher with every thrust.

  His voice was gravely in my ear, his body unrelenting. "You are mine. Say it!"

  "I'm yours, David."

  "No one else can touch you. You belong to me. Fucking mine."

  "Yes, I belong to you," I whispered. I could barely breathe. I was so close to the edge. He never slackened his pace. His fingers dug into my thighs as he held me up. Pounding.

  "Louder, Katlyn. Say it louder."

  "I belong to you."

  "Again."

  "I belong to you," I moaned. So fucking close.

  "Fuck yes. Come for me."

  He thrust up into me one more time and held me there with his cock buried deep inside me. I couldn't hang on any longer, letting my orgasm over take me in waves of unparalleled bliss.

  Chapter 33

  The drive to my parent's house took far too long, and my stomach was a pit of knots by the time we pulled up to the house. The manor was set on more than sixty acres, and nearly all of it was wooded. The long driveway curled through the woods, avoiding the shear drops and rocky terrain that made the landscape so beautiful. It was impossible to see the house from the road, but as we moved through the trees I could see that the house was dark.

  Had he taken my mother to the hospital? He would only do that if she were really seriously injured. I skidded to a stop in front of the house and jogged up the front steps telling Kat to stay in the car and lock the doors.

  The front door was locked and no one answered when I rang the bell. I jogged around to the garage where there was a keypad entrance. I typed in the code, and the garage door lifted.

  I moved swiftly through the house, turning on lights as I went. Were they here? There had been cars in the garage, but I hadn't counted how many. My father changed cars frequently so that wasn't necessarily a good indicator. Maybe they had taken an ambulance.

  "Mom?" I called.

  "Mom are you here?"

  A soft groan came from the direction of the kitchen. I dogged the coffee table and ran. I flipped on the kitchen light and found my mother in a heap on the tile floor. She was curled in the fetal position, clutching her stomach as if she had been kicked.

  "Mom? Mom, can you hear me?"

  "David?" she whispered. "Why are you here? You shouldn't be here."

  "Don't worry about that. How badly are you hurt?" I let my medical training take over as I checked her bones for breaks. The right side of her face was swollen, but the pain seemed to be mostly in her stomach. There was very little blood.

  "I'm okay," she said, "just an accident."

  "Accident my ass," I mumbled. "That fucking bastard. Tell me what happened. Did he kick you in the stomach?"

  I pressed my fingertips gently into her abdomen, trying to determine the source of the ache. Being punched in the stomach could have easily knocked the wind out of her and caused a good deal of pain, but hopefully he hadn't caused any internal damage.

  "Do you remember if you blacked out?" I looked at her eyes, checking for signs of a concussion.

  "Yes, I think I hit my head pretty hard on the counter," she finally admitted. "I don't remember anything after that."

  "Is he still here?"

  "I don't know. I only just woke up when I heard you calling."

  "It seems like he left. The whole house was dark. Do you think you can get up? I don't think there's any permanent damage. Do you want to go to the hospital?"

  "No, that will only anger him. You shouldn't be here, David. You'll only make it worse."

  "You're not staying here. You're coming home with Kat and me."

  "We both know that's not possible, David."

  I helped her up from the floor and sat her in one of the kitchen chairs.

  "I don't care any more. We're leaving. We'll go to Kat's place in Montana or something. I'll find a job. We'll change our names. He's gone too far this time. We're not staying."

  My mother looked up at me, a tear running down her cheek. "She was right?" she asked.

  "Who was right about what?" I crossed the room to the freezer and made an icepack for her swollen cheek.

  "Kat. She told me that you weren't like your father, and I didn't believe her."

  "I'm a very good actor, Mother. I've had to be," I said, kneeling down beside her and pressing the ice to her cheek. "I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you, but I couldn't risk him finding out."

  "So Thanksgiving, you did that to Kat for what?"

  "It's complicated, Mom. I can't explain everything right now, but just believe me when I say it's consensual. Kat's been in on it the whole time. We have a plan to get you out of here, but we've been waiting for my graduation. It was a bad idea to wait. We should have left by now. You stay here and hold this ice on your cheek. I'm going to go pack your bags."

  "He'll find us, David. You know he won't let us go without a fight."

  "I know, Mom. We'll just have to figure it out as we go. Kat can find a teaching job anywhere, and we have a little money set aside. We'll figure it out. Just rest a minute. Is there anything that you can't live without? I'll make sure I pack it."

  "No, just get some of my clothes. Nothing here is important to me."

  I jogged up the stairs to my parents’ bedroom, planning to pull as much as I could from my mother's closet, and then leave. Hopefully we could get out befor
e my father came home. Haphazardly I started throwing my mother's elegant designer clothes into their biggest suitcase. She wouldn't be able to afford clothes like this for a while, but I didn't think she'd mind. We would all adjust. We'd have to.

  I was just closing the latch on the suitcase when I heard a thump and then Kat's blood-curdling scream. My heart stopped. Kat. My sweet Kat. Oh God, how could I have left her alone?

  Chapter 34

  She was so beautiful. Just the sight of her made it hard to breathe. She had a knee length white sundress on, and someone--Cody’s submissive, most likely—had wound a couple of delicate white orchids into her hair. I could hardly believe that she was walking down the aisle to me.

  The air was warm and fragrant. A simple string quartet played softly off to my right. It was perfect. It was everything I could have ever asked for in a wedding. I glanced at the single row of folding chairs that had been placed in the sand in front of the gazebo for our witnesses.

  I had only one regret. I wish my mother was here.

  When Kat reached me at the top of the gazebo steps, she took my hand and honored me with the most beautiful smile that I had ever seen. I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with this woman. She completed me.

  The ceremony was simple and heartfelt.

  "To love and to cherish," I repeated, "To honor and protect... as long as we both shall live."

  The Minster gave me permission to kiss her, and my heart soared. I took her in my arms, cupped the side of her cheek delicately in my palm and pressed my lips to hers. Cody whistled loudly. A single tear ran down my beautiful bride's cheek, and I brushed it away with my thumb.

  I never thought that I would find this kind of happiness.

  Cody and his submissive took advantage of the open bar that followed in the hotel lounge, but I fully intended to enjoy my bride tonight and getting trashed would not be conducive to the long night I was hoping for.

  After a while the girls wanted to go to the pool and I never said no to seeing Kat in a bathing suit. She came back down from the room, having swapped her wedding dress for a black bikini. I'd bought it for her before we left, knowing that her choice would be more conservative than mine. I wanted to be able to ogle her incredible body, and I was certainly getting an eye full now. I couldn't look away for a second.

  She ran across the concrete pool deck and flung herself into my arms. She was laughing with her head thrown back, and her long hair fell freely down around her shoulders. I swung her around until I had my arms under her, cradling her like a baby. Before she could react, I walked over to the pool and tossed her ass-first into the deep end. She screamed as soon as she realized what I was doing, but the sound was muffled as she went under. She came up sputtering and looking for revenge.

  We chased each other around like children and both wound up soaked. It was the happiest I could ever remember feeling. In those moments I had no obligations, no future fears, no overbearing father. It was just Kat and me, in love, and I wished that it could last forever.

  A while later, I decided that I couldn't keep my hands off of her any more, and we retired to our honeymoon suite. The hotel staff had prepared the room with candles and rose petals. It was romantic and sappy, and we loved every minute of it.

  We showered together, washing off the pool and gently caressing each other. I couldn't keep my lips away from her. Her mouth was sweet and pliable under my assault. If I lived a million years I would never want to stop kissing her.

  When we were clean, we dried each other with fluffy white towels and fell laughing and tickling onto the huge bed.

  "I want you so badly, my wife," I sighed against the soft curve of her belly.

  "I want you too, my husband," she answered, raking her nails across my scalp. Fuck that felt good.

  "Missionary style seems the most appropriate for a blushing bride, don't you think?" I teased.

  "Mmmmm, I don't care how you do it. I just want you to be inside of me."

  I ran the tips of my fingers over her smooth skin. So beautiful. So incredible. I wanted her more than anything I'd ever wanted. My wife. My beautiful wife.

  I kissed her deeply again and shifted her on the bed under me. I looked into her eyes as I parted her wet pussy lips and slid home inside of her. She cried out softly as I rocked into her. I knew I was being too gentle for her liking, but I couldn't bring myself to rush. I wanted this feeling to last forever.

  She was hot and wet around me. I put my hands under her head and looked into her eyes as I made love to her. I completely lost control when she began to beg. "Please, harder, David," she whispered against my lips. Her voice was so arousing. I moved more forcefully against my own will. She called me husband. I claimed her as my wife.

  I didn't have the strength to refuse her. I gave in to her wishes and fucked her harder. Her legs tightened around me, and I lost myself in the soft warmth of her feminine body.

  She fell apart around me, and I watched her orgasm with new eyes. My wife. She came twice more before I allowed myself a release, and when I did, it was the most remarkable emotional experience I'd ever had.

  I promised myself that day that I would spend the rest of my life making this woman happy. I meant those vows with everything that I was. I would love her and protect her as long as I had breath in my body.

  Chapter 35

  I stayed in the car obediently like David had told me to. Now was hardly the time to be disobeying orders, but he was taking so long. I watched as the lights turned on from one window to the next across the house. If no one was home, he would have come back by now. Right?

  What had he found? Oh God, what if he was hurt? Maybe he tried to stop Richard, and they got in a fight. I thought if it really came down to it, David could probably take Richard in a physical altercation. They were both around the same height and weight, and they were both in excellent physical shape, but David was thirty years younger. If Richard took him by surprise though... who knew?

  I studied the garage door. David had left it open after entering. Should I go in? Maybe if Richard didn't know I was there, I could be of some help to David. Stealth was never my strong suit, but neither was sitting idly by in a car while my husband could be in danger. Fuck it. I have to go.

  I closed the car door as quietly as I could and went in through the garage. I slipped off my shoes, which were making a terrible clicking sound on Ellen's beautiful hardwood floors. I hadn't changed after work, and I unfortunately was still in work clothes and heels. A skirt would not have been my first choice for this kind of mission.

  I kept my back to the wall as I walked. My police officer dad had taught me some basic self-defense when I was young and while I'd forgotten most of it, I did know that it was better to not be taken by surprise. “Please, Dad,” I prayed silently “if you're up there, help me now.”

  The house appeared to be in perfect order. There were no physical signs of a struggle. I crossed through the living room and listened. I thought I heard a faint shuffling in the kitchen. I chanced a quick peek around the corner and saw Ellen sitting in the kitchen alone. She had an ice pack pressed to her cheek, and she was crying softly.

  I went to her, and when she saw me she jumped a foot in the air. "I'm so sorry, Ellen. I didn't mean to frighten you. I came to see what was taking so long."

  "David is packing my things."

  "Oh." I looked at her swollen cheek. "Are you okay?"

  "I've had worse," she answered. "I didn't mean to frighten you on the phone. You must have been so worried."

  "I was. I thought..." My head snapped back suddenly, and my airway closed. Richard had his left arm around my neck chocking me. I cursed myself for forgetting to watch my back. He came out of nowhere. I couldn't get enough air to scream. I panicked.

  He struck Ellen on side of her already swollen face, hard with his right hand, and she slumped forward in her chair, unconscious.

  I made an effort to kick him behind me but he threw me into the counter with enough f
orce to knock the wind out of me. I couldn't catch my breath. I slumped uselessly to the floor. My body wouldn't work. My mind was screaming to run, make a noise, anything, but I just couldn't make it happen. My body would not obey me.

  He picked me up from the floor by my hair and bent me forward over the counter, pulling my head back sharply. He grabbed a sharp kitchen knife from the rack on the counter and pressed it against my throat.

  "Don't make a fucking sound, or I'll slit your fucking throat. I've had enough of your interfering in my son's life. You fucking think he loves you, don't you? You are nothing but a toy to him. He is obedient to me, not you. You're nothing but a little whore. You’re only good as a wet hole for him to fuck."

  He pressed my hips into the counter with his legs. I could feel his erection through the thin material of my skirt. Oh God. I tried to breathe. I couldn't think. One hand held the knife at my throat and the other roughly squeezed my breast through my blouse.

  "No please," I begged. "Don't."

  "I told you to shut the fuck up." He pressed the knife harder to my skin, and I felt a trickle of blood running down my collarbone. Oh God. I was going to die like this.

  He pushed my skirt up over my hips and clawed at my panties, ripping them forcefully from my body. I started sobbing, unable to control it.

  "My son has been far too easy on you. I won't be as gentle."

  "No, no, no," I whispered over and over. I wanted to scream. I needed David, but I was so afraid.

  I could hear him unzipping his pants. My neck ached from the terrible angle, and my hips were digging painfully into the counter. Where was David? Oh God.

  It came without warning. He thrust up into me with one rough movement, and I could not contain the scream that left my lips. It hurt so bad. I was completely dry and terrified.

  "Kat?" David's sweet voice. "Mom?" I heard him on the stairs running towards me. Richard didn't stop. I screamed and screamed as he pulled my hair and raped me over the counter. I knew nothing but pain.

  Everything after that happened so fast. There was a splintering of wood, and I was confused as to why Richard had stopped. It took me a moment to realize that David had hit him with a kitchen chair. He fell to the ground, and David hit him again. The wood made a terrible cracking noise as it made contact with his skull.