Gaige
Elle’s fear was well warranted. Hell, even I was unsettled by the enormity of our situation. This wasn’t just a case of a kidnapper who’d had his captive stolen from him. This was a high ranking member of a very powerful group of men that had followers all over the world. A woman he’d claimed as his significant other had been taken from under his care and she’d been exposed to things that could come back on all of them. Whether he knew she could understand or not, her witnessing his crimes were enough to stir up trouble for them all. He’d want her back. Not just because of his feelings, but because of the secrets she held. Ones that were now circulating through my superiors.
Marco’s time was running out on all counts and I didn’t care what agency nailed him first. As long as he was detained, that’s all that mattered. But I wasn’t naïve to the fact that his location wouldn’t end things. Prisoners, in any country, could get word to the outside just as easily as if he were on the streets, himself. Elle would never be safe. Not for as long as he continued to search for her. And then there was Diaz. If he knew of Elle, or what she’d been exposed to or had uncovered. Fuck. I wiped off the sweat that was starting to form on my forehead and looked across the table at her pushing around her soup.
“Eat. It’ll make you feel better.”
Her blonde hair was almost dry from the shower she’d taken. After I’d had her describe the first torture she’d seen, it made her sick. I’d made her wash then, wanting it out of the way so she could get back to the story. The big T-shirt she wore of mine swallowed her small frame and I couldn’t get her long legs out of my head.
Blonde strands fell over her shoulders as she shook her head and I pushed my want for her away. “I’m not hungry. What about your parents? Shouldn’t they leave? What if Marco knows it was you. What if he discovers who you are? Gaige, there are cameras all around his estate. He had to have seen something.”
She was right, but there was no reason to let her worry about that. “I took care of it. Now, eat.”
My parents. I should send them to New Hampshire for a few weeks. They wouldn’t go, not unless…I look up from the soup and Elle lifted her head higher, catching my uneasiness.
“How would you like to see them again? Just briefly.”
Her lips parted and happiness turned to worry in the blink of an eye. “I can’t. Not after what happened. They probably hate me, too.”
My hand was grabbing hers before I could stop myself. “My mother thought of you as her daughter, Elle. She lost more than Carson that day. She lost you, too. I think seeing you again would do more good than you know.”
“But…”
“No buts.” I pulled back and stood, grabbing my phone. It rang twice before it was answered. My mom’s soft voice made me smile. “Hey, Mom.”
“Gaige.” The happiness was one that always came when I decided to call, which was rare these days.
“I need you and dad to meet me. Not at the house, but in San Francisco. Can you do that for me? This is very important.”
There was hesitation and then her voice deepened into that protective motherly tone I knew so well. “Are you in trouble?”
My eyes peered over to Elle. “Not exactly. Just please say you’ll both come. It’s extremely important that you do. You know I wouldn’t say that if it wasn’t the case.”
“We’ll be there. When?”
I looked over at the clock on the wall, my stare getting locked on the picture of me and Carson. “Can you meet me today?”
“Your dad hasn’t left for the diner yet, we can leave right now.”
Relief had me feeling a little better. The sooner I got this over with, the faster I could convince them to leave. “Perfect. Go to Pier 39. I’ll meet you there in about two hours.” I hung up, glancing over at Elle. I knew it only took maybe an hour and a half to make it to the city, but I still needed to buy her clothes. At least a handful until we could make a bigger trip.
“Go put your dress back on. We’ll stop and grab you something new on the way.”
“Gaige.” She stood, hugging her waist. “I’m not so sure this is a good idea. What if they get mad or—”
“Never.” I cut her off, feeling my temper rise. “It wasn’t them who blamed you, Elle. It was me. Only me.”
Even as I said it, I didn’t feel the hate that I’d associated with her like before. That was all directed at Marco now. All Elle stirred was guilt and confusion. And lust. The latter I couldn’t let myself think about. I’d come so close to fucking her. My cock ached just thinking about it.
“Just go get dressed. We need to hurry. Traffic is going to be a bitch.”
Elle rushed from the table and disappeared behind the closed door. The one that held so many memories from another time. A very dark one where I unleashed my deepest desires with stranger after stranger, desperate to ease the turmoil within. I never thought I’d set foot in there again, but having her on the St. Andrew’s cross brought back the cravings. Seeing her on there was nothing more than a twisted, fucked up dream I’d made reality. She’d been the root of it all. And with every hour that went by, I yearned to make her pay again. Especially after the small sample I’d gotten. It wasn’t enough. Weeks or months wouldn’t even suffice for how intense my need to play the scene over repeatedly was.
Minutes went by and she appeared, a flush tinting her cheeks. My eyebrows drew in. “What did you do?”
“What?” She glanced up, sweeping past me.
“You’re…heated.” I came around her so I could read her face. “Is it the drug?” There was no need for me to elaborate, she’d know what I meant. The darkening of the pink told me everything I needed to know.
“I thought it was gone, but there are still times I can feel it. Let’s just go.”
My cocked hardened at the thought that she was wet, turned on, ready to be fucked. The battle between what was right and what I wanted was the hardest I’d ever known. Rarely did I come across something I couldn’t have. Knowing that Elle fit in that category made me want her even more.
I grabbed the keys and led her to the garage, unlocking my truck as we entered. She only hesitated briefly before climbing in. The mechanical sound echoed in the enclosed space as I opened the garage door and walked over to climb in. Setting the alarm to the house was easy enough and I hit the button as I reversed into the drive way. The reflection of the garage door shutting displayed in the rear view mirror and I didn’t look back as I headed onto the road in the direction of town.
Elle shifted in the seat and looked out of the passenger window as we went through the rolling hills. I could tell she was becoming worked up. From the change in her breathing, to her grip on the seat belt that rested between her breasts. She held on to it, not moving her hand.
“Talk to me.”
My voice drew her head over and she glanced at me before turning back to the scenery.
“There’s nothing to say, Gaige. I’m just letting this thing run its course. I can’t believe I can still feel it. I’ve been okay almost all morning. Even though…” She trailed off and got quiet again.
I could have disagreed with that. She’s been all too eager when my crop had connected. She’d moaned through the slaps. Enjoyed it, regardless of her begging me to stop. Fuck, I wanted to do it again. The restraint on my hardened cock had me moving in my seat too and I held tighter to the steering wheel. Damn if I didn’t want to get her off. Fuck her long and hard right here in my truck.
“Gaige?” Elle leaned forward. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. I can’t be like this when I see your mom and dad again. I just can’t.”
She was right. It wasn’t going to go away until she took care of it and even if she did, there was no guarantee it wouldn’t come back. I looked around the country road, noticing it was clear of traffic. Now that I was out of the house, not surrounded by constant reminders of how wrong it was to want her, I was losing my ground and fast. “I’ll pull over and take a walk while you…” I could
n’t go any further. I wasn’t even able to say what I was allowing her to do when all I wanted was to be the one taking care of it myself.
“Out here?” Her tone elevated and she shook her head. “I can’t do that. What if someone drives by? There’s no way. It’s bad enough you even know. If someone were to see me doing anything, I think I’d die.”
“It’s not that bad. Just,” I pulled over, throwing the truck in park and turning toward her, “put the seat back and spread your legs.” It was a command. Even though I’d left her alone in her room, telling myself I was done…it was far from the truth.
“Right now?” Her voice was low and breathy, but just as confused as I felt.
Shit, I rubbed down the growth on my face trying to decide what to do. Her grinding against the seat had my hand reaching out and lifting the console, making the seat clear of any obstacles. I had my seatbelt unbuckled and was reaching for hers before I could stop myself.
“Right now. But I’m not leaving.” I grabbed under her thighs, spinning her to lie down. A soft sound left her as she reached to her side. Her dress slid up and I threw it up past her hips, separating her legs. Her pussy was glistening, so wet and swollen that it pushed my control even further away. “Jesus. Right now, Elle. Let me see.”
Her hand dove between her legs, rubbing over the top of her smooth slit. I didn’t want to know why she was bare. Didn’t doubt it had something to do with Marco. He probably made her wax or had gotten is lasered. He’d fixed her eyesight, why not the one thing he’d wanted above all else?
A deep moan fill the interior and I curled my fist so I wasn’t the one doing the touching. Although, I wanted to. When she came, I wanted it to be because of me, not because she’d managed to once again get herself off.
At her eyes closing, I reached out and slapped the inside of her calf. “Uh-uh. Your eyes stay on me.” That little touch, that command, I was falling. Falling so fucking fast back into my old self that I couldn’t stomach it.
“Gaige,” she moaned, only to clamp her mouth together.
I watched her finger dip into her entrance, only to come up and tease her clit. Her smell was perfuming the air and it made my mouth water. I wanted to taste her. Sink my teeth into her thigh and then push into her pussy and fuck her with my tongue until she was screaming my name.
My eyes went to her left. There was a condom in my glove compartment. I could fuck her if I wanted. I knew she’d love it. Her eyes kept coming back to me, begging, even if she was too afraid to ask.
“Keep going.”
“I can’t do this.” Her head shook back and forth. “Not with you watching like this. It won’t come. I need more. I need…”
A growl tore from my throat and I pulled the latch to the glove compartment. It swung down, bouncing. I reached for the condom, holding it up to her. “You want me to fuck you. One answer is all you get. Decide wisely, because once I start, all caution is out of the window. I’m going to be rough and you’re probably going to cry. A lot. And you know what, I’ll love it.”
Her eyes grew big as she stared up at me, but I saw something inside that had me unwrapping the package before she even answered.
“Just once.”
She might have said the words, but it was too late. My pants were already unbuttoned and I was pulling them down and kicking off my shoes. My hard length sprang forward and she gasped, the top part of her body rising from the seat. The horror masking her features had me rolling the condom down as fast as I could. She was scared by my size and I was hotter than I could ever remember being.
I reached underneath, pushing the seat back as far as I could. The moment I got free of my jeans, I lunged forward, pulling her into me even more.
“You fucked up by wanting this, Elle. You have no idea.” My mouth crushed into hers, cruelly, not allowing her to reply. Wetness greeted my fingers and I inserted two into her pussy, feeling them get hugged tightly. As I began to thrust, I felt her juices flowing, soaking my palm as I rubbed it into her slit.
“Gaige.”
I cut her off with another kiss and withdrew my digits, easing my cock into her channel. There was no time for foreplay. She needed to get fucked as much as I needed to fuck her out of my mind. After this, it’d be over for both of us. For sure this time.
A throbbing pain ran down my cock and I knew I was stretching her to capacity. But I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I inched in, only to pull out and surge in even more. “Shit.” My hand locked in the hair at the base of her neck and I plunged forward, burying my length entirely. A cry sounded loudly next to my ear and I pushed my foot into the floorboard giving me more leverage as I went even deeper.
“You still want this?” Even though I asked, I kept going. Harder. Faster. My grip so tight in her hair that her head was mine to control. If I wanted her head back, facing me, I made that possible.
“Don’t stop. God, I’m so close already.”
And she was. I could feel her contracting around me. Driving me to go faster because of my own impatience. But my greed took the reins and I made myself slow. I’d thought too much on this moment to have it end in a few short minutes. Hell, I’d prefer for it to be some place I could actually move in. I was too wide and tall for this shit.
“Elle, open your eyes.”
My free hand fitted against her jaw, all my weight registering on my elbows. Her long lashes fluttered open and her eyes were brighter than I’d ever seen seem. So many times I’d searched for that color while seeing girls who caught my eye resembling her, yet I had never come close to finding what was before me. The shade sucked me in, making me forget what I was going to say. Again. Just like when I’d called it quits before. All I knew was the tingling at the base of my spine and how I didn’t want to break our stare. Where was rough? Pain induced? Was I purely just fucking her or was I going to make her feel some kind of pain? The first. God, I was fucking her just to get pleasure….from her. No other reason.
“Gaige, I—” My lips pressed into hers and I drank in her moans as the spasms shook her body. Damn, she was so tight, and she tasted good. The toothpaste was still present, only reminding me she hadn’t eaten a bite. Too many things began to push through as I felt my cock swell. This wasn’t how I had dreamed it. I’d wanted her pay in my own way and I’d failed. Again. Yeah, I’d gotten some of it out on the cross, but it didn’t end the way I wanted, and it still wasn’t.
“Shit.” I slammed into her as hard as I could, trying to right my own wrong, but it was pointless. All I did was bring her screaming through another orgasm, right as I had my own. Each wave sent me deeper into regret and I breathed out heavily as I finished and pulled back, leaving her warmth. After disposing of the condom, I tried to not let what happened mess with my mind. She’d needed release. I gave her that. End of discussion. Hurt her…not anywhere near as much as I wanted, but I wouldn’t think about it. The need was over. Sated. I’d fucked her and it was time to move on.
I glanced over as I slid on my shoes. Elle was looking at the window, her long dress now righted. The back of her hair was a mess and my hand lifted to brush it down, but I stopped. Instead, I put the truck in drive. We rode in complete silence to the department store.
“Stay in here, I’ll run in and grab you some stuff. Lock the doors behind me.”
Still, she didn’t turn to me. Just nodded her head. A twinge shot through my chest and I tried to ignore it as I climbed out. Each step away from the truck felt wrong, but what I’d just done was the epitome of low. I’d used her. Fucked her like one of the women from my past and not even offered some form of assurance of sincerity afterward. Carson…he’d hate me right now. Fuck, I hated myself.
The women’s department stood ahead and I glanced around. It would be cooler by the water and there was already a slight chill in the air. I grabbed a black jogging suit: a pair of stretchy pants and a jacket with a hood. I paired it with a light pink shirt that hung on the next rack. As I headed for the intimates, I grabbed a few more pairs o
f jeans and shirts. Even another dress.
I neared the end of the section and took in the lingerie, then the regular panties and bras. A display of a black corsets with matching panties almost had me walking over, but I opted for a package of plain cotton bikini cut and picked out three bras. All white.
Nothing sexy. No more temptation. This is over with.
Shoes and socks came next. My hands were so full that I barely made it to the cashier without dropping shit on the floor. I didn’t care, though. All of my focus was on getting back to Elle and making sure that she was okay. I had to make things better. If I didn’t, her staying with me was bound to get bad, and neither of us could afford that. Especially her. After everything I’d learned, I couldn’t believe what I’d done due to my selfish greed. I didn’t regret it. I had needed to release the anger, but it didn’t mean it didn’t bother me.
My hands were full of sacks as I broke through the exit and quickened my steps. They faltered as I looked up and didn’t see her sitting inside. What the…I started jogging, taking in my surroundings. Nothing stuck out. Shoppers unloaded their bags into their vehicles. A couple was walking into a salon next door. Just as I approached, I saw her head lift. The locks unclicked and I pulled open the door ready to rage from my scare. At her red rimmed eyes, it was washed away.
“I got you some things.” I hefted the bags in the middle and climbed in, shutting the door. Elle reached cautiously, pulling one of them open. “You can get dressed on the way.” I reversed and headed back to the main road that would lead us to San Francisco. Slowly, she took out the black jumpsuit, panties, a bra, and socks, obeying without saying a word. I couldn’t stand it, but I didn’t know what to do to make everything okay. For either of us.
“Talk to me, Elle.” I glanced over. She was already dressed, back to staring at the surrounding mountains. I would have paid everything in my bank account to be a mind reader the moment she looked at me. There were too many emotions filtering on her face for me to read.
The traffic thickened and I paid attention as much as I could, but I didn’t like her silence.
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