by Jenika Snow
“You’re here,” she whispered, but stopped after only moving forward a foot.
“I never left.”
He didn’t elaborate, but she knew he wasn’t speaking about staying in this cabin.
“You’ve been watching me this whole time.”
He nodded once, but made no move to come closer. “Did you think I would just walk away from you, Bethany?” He did move forward now. “Did you think that you running could keep me away?”
She reached behind her and gripped the metal slats of the bedframe. “You did stay away, though.”
He shook his head and moved closer yet. He looked like an animal about to tear her to pieces. “No, I never left. I watched and waited for you to do what I knew you would.” He stopped and reached out to take a piece of her hair between his fingers. “You are now free and alive…” he leaned in close so their lips were inches apart. “…but you’re barely living. Isn’t that right?”
She found herself nodding without even realizing she was doing the act until it had already been done. “Yes, I am barely living.” Did she need to tell him that it was because of his absence that she felt this hollowness inside of her? She knew she didn’t, because she could see the truth in his dark eyes. “I always felt this presence.” She closed her eyes and trembled as he brushed his lips across hers.
“You always felt me.” He grabbed a chunk of her hair in one hand, tilting her head back, and used the other one to reach around her body to secure her wrists in his strong hold. “I told you that you were mine, and that I wouldn’t let you go.” He pulled back enough that he could look in her eyes.
“You just disappeared,” she said on a shaky breath and clenched her hands into tight balls. “I tried to find you—”
“My sweet, sweet Bethany.” He kissed her lightly on the lips as he tightened his hold on her wrists painfully. That had a spark of pleasure and pain filling her. “You hurt me, ran from me, and went back to that life that I knew wasn’t really yours,” he said in a firmer voice, and his anger was becoming more tangible. “But I didn’t stop you, even though I tracked you the entire way, watched you walk through those gates to that prison, and even saw you come back out with your bag in hand.” He pulled her head back slightly so her throat was arched even further. “But I knew this is what you needed to realize where you belonged.”
He didn’t speak for several long seconds, and she knew what she wanted to hear, what she wanted him to say. “And where do I belong?”
The corner of his mouth lifted in a dark, pleased smile. “You belong with me, with my restraints holding you down, keeping you prisoner but also setting you free.” He kissed her then, hard and demanding. “Tell me you believe this and we can start from the beginning, go wherever you please, and never think about the regrets of our past,” he murmured against her lips, and pulled back enough that she could answer.
But Bethany didn’t answer right away, didn’t know what to say. She wanted this, missed this with him even, but now that she was faced with it did she have the courage? He let go of her hair and gripped her chin. They stared into each other’s eyes for several seconds, and then she took a deep breath, and knew what she needed to say. “I want to feel alive, Abe.”
He smoothed a thumb over her cheek and lowered his gaze to her mouth.
“I want to feel alive with you.”
And then he kissed her again, took her in that hard and possessive way that she had grown pliant for when she had been taken away from her prison of lies and false love. She wanted to be here, with him, and let Abe release her in the dark and pleasure-filled way that he knew she desperately needed.
She wanted to be his.
Epilogue
A gasp. Cry of pleasure. A pull of the restraints that bound her. This was how her life was now, where she had ended up. This wasn’t a fairy tale ending. There were no birds chirping, no choir singing, and definitely no white wedding with loved ones surrounding her. This was Bethany’s life, and she was sharing it with the man that had kidnapped her, the man that had kept her chained up, the man she had fallen in love with.
It was months past now, and they were far, far away from the life she had once been submersed in. They were settled in their own cabin in the woods, a different one than the place Abe had first taken her to, and opened up her eyes that she needed to be more proactive with how she wanted to live her life. Abe pushed deep inside of her, and a cry of pleasure left her for the hundredth time. He was dragging this session out, thrusting deep and hard, but then right when she was on the precipice of coming he’d slow down and torment her.
“You’re a sick bastard.” Of course she said the words in the heat of the moment. They were not an insult, but a declaration that what he was doing to her was so, so good. Their relationship was certainly not conventional, and to others would most definitely seem fucked-up beyond repair. But to Bethany it was what she needed—what she had always needed. And for her that was good enough.
“You like the things I do to you.” He pumped into her hard enough that her back slid up the bed. “You like being my dirty girl, and like that I can do whatever the fuck I want to you.” He started moving faster and harder now, and she knew he was close to coming. Sweat lined their bodies, and she watched as a bead dripped from his hairline, moved along his temple, and dropped onto her breast. God, it felt so good that she could have come right then if she just let herself go. But she was greedy for what he was doing to her and she wanted it to last as long as she could.
“You want exactly what only I can give you, don’t you, Bethany.” He didn’t phrase it like a question. He slammed into her, and a gasp of pain and pleasure came from her. “I want you to come, want to see you let go for me.” He was fucking her like a madman now.
In and out. In and out.
And then she came undone around him, exploding with so much force stars bounced in front of her vision and her entire body clenched. Abe came right after her but he pulled out, sat back on his haunches between her legs, and started stroking himself. His bicep flexed every time he moved his hand down the base of his shaft, and then he was coming all over her. Great white arcs of semen came from the tip of him, landed on her belly and breasts, and continued to come forth until his abdomen was clenched hard enough that his six-pack stood out starkly. He covered her with his cum, and when he wasn’t heaving any longer he reached out and smeared it over her lower belly, down the top of her mound, and pushed those cum-soaked fingers into her body.
She opened her mouth on a soundless cry as he pumped those digits in and out of her. She was helpless to his onslaught of ownership, but she tugged on the bonds that kept her hands tied above her head and spread her legs even wider. He slipped his fingers from her and lifted them so she could see that they were covered with their combined completion. And then he brought his open palm down on her pussy with an audible smack, and she came once again. He didn’t stop slapping her sensitive and swollen pussy until tears streamed down her face and she begged him to cease.
He leaned forward, pushed her sweaty hair away from her face and whispered, “You’re covered in my cum, smell like me, and get off just from me telling you to.” He ran his tongue along her lips. “If that doesn’t decree ownership of you I don’t know what else does.”
“Abe, you know I am yours.”
He leaned back and smirked. “Tell me again.”
“I’m yours.” She stared into his dark, turbulent eyes, and knew that this man could have crushed her without breaking a sweat. He was an animal in human flesh, a machine with a living heartbeat, and he was all hers.
He groaned and kissed her hard, and she arched her back. She pressed her breasts to his slick, hard chest, and she knew that she would never get enough of this agony and ecstasy from him. They were in this together, and what better way to experience life than to have every sensation given to her? Abe was the one that did that for her, and she was not going to look back now.
“You’re mine, Bethany.”
Yes she was, and it was a bittersweet feeling.
The End
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