by Gia Star
“I’m ready, baby… Come on…”
Luke was more hesitant than I was. He moved slow, wetting his cock with a few strokes of my wet pussy, which squelched with lazy delight from his attention. I moaned, and easily fell captive to his touch. He pumped against me, letting me feel the joy of his thrust for a few minutes until he was rock hard and ready for my back door.
It took some time. Although my body was completely relaxed, the sensation was new, and the tension in my sphincter was distinct from the kind I had in my pussy.
Luke worked with my commands, and comforted me as he pushed himself in. I grunted and he coached me to breathe as he got the head in. It took several deep breaths, and before long he’d worked a good way in, but not all the way in.
He moved in slow, shallow strokes that seared my body with a level of animalistic pleasure I’d never before experienced.
“How does it feel?” He asked.
“Amazing, baby…” I gasped and gripped the pillow, biting it to contain myself. He had me going wild from his slow penetration. I wanted to slap myself again for waiting so long to experience this level of ecstasy.
“Good… because this is the most amazing experience I’ve ever had,” he murmured. “I wish you had the pleasure of knowing how hot, tight, and perfect you feel wrapped around my cock.”
The pleasure subsided a little when he probed deeper, pushing himself past the tight ring of my asshole. Being almost utterly relaxed helped tremendously, but then things got to a point where I whimpered in pain, grit my teeth, and gripped the pillow so hard my knuckles whitened.
“Fuck!” I gasped, experiencing the head trip of my clit swelling while my asshole was stretched beyond its natural understanding.
“Is it too much?” Luke asked.
I didn’t answer, and he slowed down, causing me to whimper in protest. “No…”
“Babe, this might be too much for you. Tell me stop.” He challenged. His hands massaged the small of my back as he slowly, achingly gyrated. “Tell me stop.”
“God… No.” I inhaled and exhaled with a croon. “Keep pushing. It hurts and feels good at the same time.”
Luke didn’t listen until I pushed myself against him. It was tough at first, but then I felt the dull ache of the stretch from his dick give way to a slowly expanding ring of pleasure. I grit my teeth and held firm. “I’m feeling it. Pick it up, don’t stop, baby.”
As he picked up the pace, a blaze of bliss filled me, making me tingle from scalp to toe. Luke held onto my hips with one hand and gently tugged my hair with another, making me squirm, moan, and beg for more.
“Your cock feels amazing… it’s so deep in my ass.”
“Baby you can’t talk like that,” Luke groaned. “You’re gonna make me explode before it’s time.”
I lifted myself up just enough to reach under and massage my clit. It was swollen, begging for a little love and attention. I could feel Luke’s cock get even harder at the sight of me playing with my pussy while he owned my backdoor.
“You look so sexy playing with my pussy,” he said, making me melt further from hearing him claim it. “Play with my pussy… let me watch it cum while I’m fucking this ass.”
Luke’s dirty words took command of my body. I writhed and squirmed, manipulating my clit and dipping fingers in my pussy with mounting lust until I screamed and came. When I did, I bucked hard enough to push all the way back on Luke’s cock, putting an end to the slow, maddening way he stroked my ass.
The combination of clitoral orgasm and deep anal stimulation sent me over the fucking edge. My body shook as savage release overwhelmed me. A screaming orgasm bounced off the walls as my eyes rolled back in my head and my entire went limp.
“Aaaargh… fuck… I’m cumming… so hard. I’m cumming, baby, I’m cumming.” I lost comprehension of language and began babbling as my pussy gushed and flooded the pillows, the bed, Luke, and everything in its vicinity.
“Oh goddamn…” Luke’s hands firmly gripped my hips and in one hard, delicious thrust, he groaned deeply, primally, and I felt the hot release of his seed fill me, rapid and strong. It felt like every jerk of his cock was a gush from a heat-seeking missile.
That was only one of several rounds of screaming, grunting, sweaty orgasms between us before we were too worn to continue.
When we were done, several of the tea lights had burned out, rose petals were all over the place, and we were hot, sticky, sweaty messes.
As we nodded off, laying in darkness, Luke pulled me closer and held me. I slid in and out of sleep, each time pulling him closer and closer, savoring these final hours together.
This memory was all I’d have once I was in Antonio’s hands.
Luke
2 PM.
That was the text message I woke up to after a long night of fucking. The number was unknown but that didn’t matter. I knew who it was. It was Antonio. And it was clear that he was done playing games. He wanted Kara in his grip at 2 PM today, and not a second later.
Hatred gnawed at me. It was ugly, feeling rage and resentment against the very man who had cared for me like a father. Yet I was no longer blind to the truth: Antonio’s fatherly love was an investment in my loyalty to an organization that did more harm than good.
Last night with Kara was unbelievable. My body was deliciously sore, and the sense of peace that washed over me was due to the joy I felt having her curled in my arms. I savored being near her, and I knew Antonio could never understand the elation of this connection.
He never would. My contempt would be masked with level neutrality, and I would return, eventually, to the emotionless employee that I was.
Kara stirred in my arms, but she didn’t wake up. She was fully spent after giving her all last night, and her sleeping beauty was intoxicating.
I silently savored this moment. Having her soft, warm body against mine for these last few minutes were all I would have when this was over. The rest of my life would be in silent anguish due to the fact that she could never be mine.
Fuck that. She was mine. She knew that. I knew that. But we could never expose this to anyone, ever. We’d have to live out our days as fated, with her belonging to Antonio, and I continuing to work for him. With smiles on our faces.
Life wasn’t fair.
The phone buzzed again. Another text. Steven. I opened the attachment and saw a picture of a bloody floor. Shit. It was nasty. There must have been another betrayal.
Call me ASAP.
I couldn’t ignore the darkness of my life’s responsibilities. They called me forward again, reminded me of my place in the world. If there was a bloody floor, there wasn’t any time left to gallivant.
I groaned as I slid off the bed pulled on my jeans. Kara didn’t so much as stir from her position. I looked at the angel snoring softly where I’d left her, and drank in the view. It would be my peace for days to come.
“Aye.”
My casual demeanor was short-lived when my best friend spoke.
“Don’t come to Vegas.” His tone was raw, yet hushed, as if he couldn’t speak freely. “You can’t bring her to Vegas.”
My heart rate escalated at his outburst. This wasn’t like him at all.
“What happened?”
“Fuck you mean, what happened? You see that picture? That’s another victim from Antonio’s collection… He’s started torturing those girls to death. This morning we had to dispose of another body.”
“The fuck? Since when?”
“Can’t get into all of that now. All I know is, if you bring her, she’s as good as dead.”
An awful feeling of terror gripped me. Steven asked where we were. I told him, and added Antonio’s warning text.
“Ah fuck.” He hissed. I could hear him mutter to himself for a few moments, attempting to figure out what to do. “Get out. Leave now. Meet me in Bullhead City. Katherine’s Landing.”
Adrenaline coursed through my veins. I was never a fan of handing Kara over to Antonio befor
e, but after learning how much of a monster he truly was, it was settled. There wasn’t any way in hell Antonio would lay a finger on Kara. It would be over my dead body. I had no plans of dying anytime in the near future.
I opened the door to see Kara rustle and turn over. She sat up, yawning with that lazy bedhead look.
“My legs feel like jelly.” She giggled and stretched out her arms, lips pursed for a kiss. I swooped in to give her a hard, passionate kiss. I loved seeing how comfortable and desirous she’d become. My body yearned to crawl on top of her and do it again, but I knew our lives were in danger, and that forced me to remain focused.
“Get dressed.” I moved around the bed, grabbing her bags, and throwing on my wifebeater and shirt. “We gotta get the fuck outta here.”
She pouted with a slightly bratty, sexy sigh. “Aw. I thought we’d be able to squeeze in one more round.”
“I’d love to, trust me, but we gotta leave ASAP.”
Several alerts lit up my phone screen, all from Steven. I opened them and cursed.
Bodies. All women, all from Antonio’s collection. Some were battered and beaten. Others were chained against what looked like BDSM toys gone wild. One woman was in a cage, covered in filth.
This shit was gruesome.
He calls it The Outlaw Collection, Steven said in his text. These are the ones in his private collection who’ve come to serve his more twisted fantasies. They may or may not be the less obedient ones in his harem.
“Motherfucker,” I spat.
Hatred warred within me, transforming my disgust into a vengeful bitterness. My heart and its loyalty for Antonio blackened. These women weren’t perfect, and they’d made bad decisions in their lives, really bad ones, but none of them deserved any of the horror and pain depicted in the images I’d been sent.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing babe. He’s getting on my nerves. We have to leave now so he doesn’t get angrier than he already is.”
I avoided eye contact. It was obvious that my mood had changed. The power of hate guided my attitude. I was on edge because this changed everything I knew about Antonio, my “uncle,” and how he operated.
This changed everything I knew about life as I’d come to know it.
Kara took a shower while I gathered our things. I wanted to skip one but she reminded me that we’d been fucking all night. I could smell the sweet scent of her cunt all over me, and I hated it, but I had to wash up behind her.
Blood demanded blood. Seeing how easily these women were discarded in Antonio’s bloodlust injected an icy need for revenge. His potential fantasies for Kara to be just as mephitic, and I squirmed at the idea of handing her over, just for her to be tortured and abused the same way.
I couldn’t live with myself if I let that happen.
I’d fucking die first.
“Luke, you’re driving like a madman! There’s a cop in the lane ahead of us. Slow down before we get pulled over.”
I didn’t respond verbally, just pressed the brake pedal and took a deep breath. I was hot with rage as we pulled onto the highway. Aside of texting Antonio that we were on the way, I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t focus on anything but the need to get the fuck out of Flagstaff and meet Steve in Bullhead City before noon.
My patience was rail thin as Kara requested a stop through the drive-through for breakfast. I let her order for me, but I didn’t even touch my food. Fuck breakfast. I was on a mission.
We lingered amongst the travelers going to Vegas until it was time to split off in a different direction.
“Where are we going?” Kara asked. “The sign for Vegas was that way.”
“We’re making a little detour. Scenic route.”
“Luke…” Kara straightened up in her seat. “Earlier you were cursing because he was getting on your nerves. Now we’re taking a scenic route and headed to the middle of nowhere. What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
I shook my head. “No. We’ve just got a little extra time to spend.”
“Well then why are you on edge?”
“I’m not.”
“That’s bullshit.” She turned in her seat to face me. “You were fine until you got out of bed this morning. Whatever happened when you left the room… you’re just not the same as you were before. You’re quiet, you’re not eating. You look pissed. I can’t help you feel better if you’re not talking to me.”
“It’s nothing, Kara.” My eyes were fixated on the road. My knuckles gripped the wheel so hard I thought they’d pop. Grisly images of the abominable shit done to those women ripped through my mind and tore apart my sanity.
I thought of how easily that could have been my mother. Or even Kara. God forbid I have a daughter in this world.
Kara turned to face ahead, and fiddled with her phone. I watched her through my peripheral vision, wishing I could reach out and touch her. I was afraid any affection, coupled with what was in my head… it would be too much, make me lose my shit and tell her everything.
She didn’t know it, but she needed me to be strong, even if that meant I was the strong, silent asshole Luke, and not the Luke she’d been getting to know these past few days.
We stopped for gas in Kingman, and to say the area was deserted was an understatement. The sweltering heat beat down on the open expanse, forcing me to sweat uncontrollably. I unbuttoned my dress shirt, and tossed it in the backseat. It was only then that I was reminded of last night’s dinner.
I headed into the convenience store; my stomach had finally won the battle for my attention. I grabbed two sodas, strawberry, Kara’s favorite, and a hot dog.
Kara sauntered inside behind me, and for the first time I stopped to really look at her. She wore a red tank top and denim cutoffs. Her flip flops were black with rhinestones, a basic pair from Walmart. She didn’t wear any makeup and her hair was in a bun.
“Hey.” She sauntered up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I couldn’t help but smile at her desire for affection when she lifted her lips and pursed them for a kiss. After I complied, she said, “I checked my GPS. We’re still over three hours away from Vegas. This is one long detour.”
“Trust me, it’s worth the delay,” I replied. I looked into her deep blue eyes and realized I wouldn’t be able to hide the truth from her forever.
Not that I wanted to. Something about Kara made me open up, remain vulnerable to her, even when it scared me. The difference right now was that I was busy fighting for her life. She had no idea what kind of danger she was in.
The less she knew, the better.
I wolfed down my hot dog and twisted the cap off my soda. I pushed the other one toward her so she knew it was hers and sent Steven a text because we were less than an hour away.
“Soda’s not ideal for triple degree weather in the desert.” I rolled my eyes and continued drinking. She laughed and kissed me again. “Just teasing. I’m just glad you’re eating. Thanks babe.”
Katherine’s Landing was an oasis compared to the vapid scenery on the way there. My mood had improved because after the modest entrance fee, I drove to the designated meet up point and could see Steve was already there.
If there was anyone I could trust, it was Steve. He turned to face us and turned back to look ahead at the scenery as if he hadn’t seen us. It was his way of acknowledging me silently, without giving away our friendship.
“Stay here.” I said, getting out the car. “I’ll be right back.”
I walked up to Steve. “Which way’s the marina?”
“Over to the right.”
It was our private code. Things were steady and Antonio wasn’t on his back at the moment.
I walked away from the car, far enough that Kara couldn’t listen in on the conversation, yet close enough that she wasn’t out of my sight. She was precious cargo I would guard with my life.
“What’s up man?” I said, shaking his hand.
“Not much.” He scoffed ruefully. “This is the sickest shit I’ve see
n in my life. And I’ve seen some sick shit.”
My lip curled in disgust. “Who are you telling? I couldn’t eat for several hours.”
“Listen, we don’t have a lot of time, but we can ride together. Get to Vegas, drop her off in a room on the other side of town and take care of this shit.”
“Take care of it how?” I said. “This guy’s got an entire organization on him. They find us, we’re outnumbered.”
“Nah,” Steve’s intimidating expression spread into a smile. “Shit’s changed over the past week. The king’s about to be dethroned.”
“What?”
“It’s a long story man. We can’t speak out here. Too many eyes and ears. I don’t trust anyone. Let’s get her to the truck and take off.”
“What about my truck?”
“You see those guys?” He poked his chin in the direction of several men. They were drinking beer by the water. “They’ll handle it. But we gotta go now. We leave now and we’ll be there in less than ninety minutes with room to spare in the deadline.”
I nodded. “Pull up.”
I headed back to the car and ignored Kara’s curious look. I unlocked the door. “Get your stuff. We’re changing vehicles.”
“Why are we changing vehicles? What’s wrong with this one?” She shot Steven a nervous glance. “And who’s that guy?”
“Babe,” I warned, ignoring her skeptical looks. “I don’t have time for questions. We have to go. ASAP.”
“I don’t know who he is. I’m not getting out the car.”
“Trust me, we have to go with him.”
“I’m not going anywhere if you don’t tell me what the fuck’s going on!” Her eyes narrowed in anger. “This whole thing seems fishy. You’ve been on edge all day, you veered off course in a random direction, and now we’re in the middle of God Knows Where and you want me to jump into a truck with some strange guy we’ve never met. He looks like he’s up to no fucking good.”
She was making a scene, and I thanked God nobody was close enough to hear her. Frustration balled itself in my stomach and I clenched my jaw to control myself. The stakes were high and this just wasn’t the time.