by Sweet, Izzy
It’s almost like a dream… a sick, twisted dream.
He knows just how to move, just how to work me up enough to fill me with trembling need.
I even start to rock my hips back, not even remotely aware of them moving.
“Yes, there’s my little Allie Cat,” he groans into my mouth and his hand slides out of my shirt. “My little Allie Cat that likes it when I’m rough with her.”
I whimper and he swallows it up, kissing me even deeper as he pulls his grinding cock away.
Instantly my thighs try to tighten and pull him back before I realize what I’m doing.
I get one moment, one terrible moment of clarity.
Then he shoves his hand down my pants and pushes his thick fingers through my slick pussy lips, tearing that moment away.
Stars explode behind my eyes as he rasps, “Fuck, I want to make you beg, but I can’t wait…”
I hear his words but I don’t understand them. No, I’m too lost in the sensation of his fingers finding my clit.
Pressure, incredible pressure begins to build inside me as his fingers move against me.
Pressing, swirling, and pinching in just the right way.
I can taste my release, it’s so close. Almost within reach.
And I want it. I want it more than anything.
Because I know once I have it, I’ll be free of this strange, supernatural power he seems to have over me.
I don’t even try to fight him as he releases my wrists to pull my shirt over my head. I don’t try to push him away when he yanks my panties down with my pants.
I let him strip me completely naked without a fight, my ass squirming against the bed.
My eyes even drink him in as he shoves his own pants down and kicks them to the floor.
As soon as I get off, I swear to myself, I’m going to kick him in those big balls and run for the hills.
And I’m almost there.
Just a little bit more, a little more pressure…
His fingers suddenly leave me, his hand grabbing me by the back of the knee as he positions himself at my entrance.
Left dangling on the edge, it takes me a second to figure out why he stopped and what the fuck is happening.
I push at his chest and say, “Wait—”
But he doesn’t wait.
With a feral gleam in his eyes, he slams his cock into me, spreading me open.
“Fucking hell,” he hisses out between clenched teeth and his head drops forward as he fills me up with every single thick inch of his cock.
My brain overloads, trying to process what he did.
He’s inside me… Oh god, he’s inside me…
Coy holds himself above me, arms trembling, breathing heavily. “You feel even better than I remember…”
Stretched and full, almost too full, I can’t stop myself from squirming.
Fuck, I think I can feel the beat of my pulse in my pussy.
His head snaps up and his eyes lock on mine, intense and full of emotion.
The anger is still there, but there’s something else. Something mixed with the anger I can’t quite place my finger on.
Something that could be love or affection...
And I have the strongest urge to hit him. Hit him and knock that fucking look right off his face.
I try to resist it, try to overcome it.
But I think I’ve reached my breaking point.
He’s put me through too much shit.
He kidnapped me, scared the shit out of my kid, almost strangled me to death, and had the nerve to make me want him.
Then he left me dangling on the edge.
Any one of those would be enough on their own, but all together…
“I’m not her,” I finally snap and give in to the urge, swinging for his face.
There’s something deeply satisfying about catching him off guard. My fist connects with his chin and his head jerks back.
It hurts like a bitch, but it doesn’t stop me from swinging again.
I no longer have surprise on my side, though.
He catches my next punch and shoves my arm down to the bed.
Still determined to cause him pain, I swing my left arm and manage to clip him with my knuckles.
“Goddammit,” he grunts and his weight comes down on me as he grabs my left arm and pins it.
I struggle against him, trying to free my arms, but his grip only tightens.
Unable to free myself so I can hit him again, I arch my back and shout in his face, “I’m not your fucking Allie! I’m not yours!”
“You are!” he growls back and rocks forward, burying himself even deeper as he smashes against my clit.
The air in my lungs bursts from my lips and sparks flash in front of my eyes as pleasure pulses through my body.
But as good as it feels, I’m still pissed at him.
Clenching my teeth together, I arch up again, inadvertently grinding myself against him and giving myself even more pleasure as I insist, “I’m not!”
His eyes light up with fury and he pulls his hips back, sliding almost completely out of me.
And my damn traitorous little pussy squeezes, trying to hold him in.
But then he slams forward, slams forward so hard he crushes me down to the mattress. “You are!”
God, it feels so good, feels so fucking good, I gasp in surprise.
Encouraged, or just dead set on punishing me, he yanks my arms over my head, pull his hips back, and slams into me again. “You’re my fucking woman!”
“I’m not,” I say weakly and toss my head back and forth as another burst of sensation overwhelms me.
Leaning down, he puts his face in front of my face and glares into my eyes as he starts to furiously pound into me.
“You are,” he rasps, voice strained from the effort of trying to pound me through the bed. “You’re my little Allie Cat who likes it when I fuck her hard.”
I want to deny it at first. I want to find the will, the breath, the strength to shout out I’m not.
I’m not her…
But as he fucks me so hard his balls slap against my ass, fucks me so hard he’s smashing against my clit over and over again, I can’t lie to him.
Or to myself.
I like it. I like it so fucking much I explode and get swept up in pure liquid bliss.
“Ah… fuck…” he chokes out as my walls clench and lock down on him, trying to milk every drop of pleasure I can from his cock.
His stroke falters for a second and then somehow, someway, he’s driving himself into me even faster and harder.
Before my first orgasm ebbs, another wave of pleasure washes over me and it’s so overwhelming, so damn intense, I’m honestly terrified I might die from it.
I’m about to beg him to stop trying to kill me when he finally slows, swelling up inside me.
Throwing back his head, he groans out, “Allie… Goddammit, Allie,” as his cock pulses and pumps me full of warmth.
For a few brief, wonderful moments I’m free of his clutches. That dark, hungry thing that grew inside me seems to be sated.
I collapse against the bed, spent. Hoping he got what he wanted and he’ll leave me alone now.
Then he drops his chin down and his cock twitches inside me.
His eyes lock on my eyes and his lips twist with a grin.
Releasing one of my wrists, he reaches down, slides his fingers through my hair and tugs, forcing me to arch my neck. “Five years, Allie. It’s been five long fucking years when you told me two weeks.”
The dark, hungry thing reawakens inside me and I glare up at him, pissed because somehow he’s turning me on again.
He gives my hair another tug and I almost moan as his gaze warms and fresh tingles spread across my skin. “You’ve got a lot of fuckin’ time to make up for in this bed.”
Chapter Eleven
Coy
It’s the sound of my door that snaps me awake. I’ve been a light sleeper for the last five years. You don
’t get to be the President of the Royal Bastards Louisville Chapter without making a few enemies from the outside, and maybe a few within.
That telltale quiet unlatching of the door has my hand sliding away from Allie’s heavy tit to the gun that’s stashed in a small wooden alcove between the bed and the wall.
All the happiness I finally felt flood through my mind vanishes as I hear the door slowly open to the dark night inside the house.
A tiny whisper breaks the silence. “Mommy?”
Shit. Dropping the gun back into the box, I slowly uncurl my body from around Allie.
It’s the other part of my soul that enters the room.
In our wild night of fucking and fighting, I knew Darlene would know enough to help me out and get him settled in. I should have done it myself, and I know that. Fuck. He’s probably terrified as it fucking is.
Levi’s trembling whisper comes again, “Mommy?”
Is he terrified of me? Or is he terrified of whoever the fuck Mikhail is?
My heart knows the answer.
It’s both.
Rolling gently away from Allie and feeling the warmth of her back leave my chest makes my mind throb with memories and anger. I should have been feeling her skin against me for the last five fucking years. Not the emptiness that consumed me.
“Levi,” I say quietly.
“Where’s Mommy?” he asks, his silhouette framed in doorway.
“She’s in here sleepin’ again,” I say as I move from the side of my bed to grab my boxers out of my jeans.
“Is—” he starts with a teary voice. “Is she okay?”
“Of course, buddy,” I say and yank my underwear up.
No need to traumatize the kid any further with seeing his old man naked and his momma fucked into a deep sleep.
“Really?” he asks with a touch of hope.
“Yep, she’s just really tired now. She must have had a hard day with all that cleanin’ and findin’ out things,” I say and walk over to where he’s standing.
“She drove all the way here. I slept lots, she drank lots of cof-kee,” he says.
“Cof-kee?” I ask.
“Yeah, that icky black stuff.”
“Oh, coffee,” I say and then squat down in front of my very own fucking son.
“Yeah, lots of that stuff. It smells bad, but she drank lots when we left Florida.”
My hands clench in anger as I think on his words. “Florida.”
“Yeah,” he says quietly.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
“Can I see mommy? Please?”
Shit.
“Yeah… Let me get… Just give me a second, buddy,” I say before hurrying over and snagging the blanket that’s fallen beneath Allie’s heavy tits.
Regretfully, I pull it over them.
I don’t get much of her covered before he’s crawling right up beside me and looking down at her face. His tiny hand reaches up and gently touches her cheek right as she lets out a loud snore.
Fuck, we both look at each other and get a case of the snickers.
Gently, I pull him away from her and look into his eyes.
“Hey buddy, do you want me to get ya tucked back into your bed?” I try to put emphasis on the word your but it doesn’t seem to work.
“I don’t want to leave mommy,” he says quietly, and I can see his little lip start to tremble.
“Fuck,” I grumble.
Wincing, he seems to shrink at my cussing. What the fuck? His little eyes look down and he turns away from me like he’s afraid I’m gonna hurt him. My heart fills with so much fucking anger, I can barely breathe.
My lungs want to exhale a scream of rage.
My son will never fear me, god fucking dammit.
Exhaling as quietly as I can, I lay down on my side of the bed with my back facing Allie.
Pulling the blanket up, I say, “Come here, Levi. You can stay with us tonight.”
“Okay,” he says, and I can feel his fear reaching deep down inside me and twisting my stomach in a knot.
He scoots so carefully to lay down on his side next to me, I can tell he’s scared as shit. He’s like a frightened dog who’s been whipped too many times to trust kindness.
Wrapping my arms around his tiny shoulders, I pull him back against my chest and take a deep breath. I can smell his scent. It brings a tightness to my chest. Anger and something entirely different fills me. I can’t think of the words, so I ignore it all and just pull him and hold him tightly.
“It’s okay, Levi. I’m sorry for cussin’. You don’t gotta be scared with me. I promise son, I will protect you,” I say quietly into his ear.
He doesn’t speak but he nods slowly against my chin.
We lay here for a long time, drifting through the night. At first, his body is as stiff as the cadavers I destroy. And I wish I could rip all his fears and worries away. Strip him of all the terror he must have lived through.
But I can’t.
I don’t know much about kids or how to be a father. I don’t know the magic that could fix whatever hurts my son has been through while he was livin’ without me. I wish I did. I’d fucking push every ounce of strength and love I could into his little body.
But I can’t, and it fills me with such an ache, I can’t even describe it.
Levi doesn’t fall asleep until I feel Allie roll toward us. Her breathing lightens enough that I can tell she’s almost awake. But when her hand first finds my shoulder and then the small form I have wrapped up against me, her breathing becomes deep and slow again.
Her fingers touch Levi’s small shoulder and stay there, wrapped up against us.
Allie’s touch works the magic I only wish I had. I hear his breathing finally deepen and slow.
And now that the three of us are finally together, everything else falls away.
* * *
A small giggle wakes me from a dreamless sleep I haven’t felt in years. A sleep I didn’t know I was missin’ until it finally claimed me so fully.
A rustle between my arms instantly brings my awareness right to the front as Levi’s little body wiggles against me.
“Why you gigglin’, boy?” I ask with a sleepy chuckle.
“You snore louder than mommy does,” he says with another giggle and then rolls around to face me. “Your beard is itchy!”
I can’t help but smile.
“Yeah, I’ve been growing it out some,” I say and look down into my son’s eyes.
They’re so full of life, so full of something I never see in the people that I walk amongst. I don’t know the word for it though, but deep inside my chest I can feel the vow to keep it there for him as long as I possibly can.
Nothing will ever hurt my boy again.
“I’m really hungry,” he admits.
Fuck!
“When’s the last time you ate, son?” I ask and hear a grumble coming from his little stomach.
“Darlene made me a peanut butter and pickle sandwich last night, but I’m hungry now.”
“Crap, I’m sorry, buddy. I thought she would have made you something good,” I say quietly.
Why the fuck did she make him that? I’m gonna kick her damn ass.
“It was good!” he says with a smile. “She made my favorite!”
I wince at the thought. “Dear god.”
That sounds disgusting.
“What do you think about bacon and eggs?” I ask after shuddering.
Another belly rumble is all I need to know on that subject. “Yes!”
“Alright, bud, you head to the bathroom. I need to roll these old bones out of bed,” I say and carefully lift off the covers.
“Okay!” he says happily, and it’s a huge fucking turnaround from the frightened boy that fell asleep in my arms last night.
Hopping out of bed, he rushes out of the bedroom, and I can hear his feet padding across the hardwood floors to the bathroom next to his bedroom.
Turning to lay on my back for a moment, I look over and
see Allie sleeping peacefully. Gone from her face is the worry and exhaustion that was etched there last night. In its place, she finally looks at rest, like a burden has been lifted from her shoulders.
I doubt her peace and calm will last when she wakes, but for now I enjoy the little moment I get to look at my Allie Cat.
Moving the blonde hair from her forehead, I want to wipe away all the bruising that fucking bastard Mikhail caused, but I can’t. Again, I don’t have a magic touch to fix all the fucked-up shit in this world.
But I do have a fucking gun.
And that motherfucker is going to be tortured before I allow him death. I’ll swear to whatever fucking god or devil I must that I get to see him in the afterlife, too.
This Mikhail will belong to my murderous rage for an eternity if I have my way.
Pulling up the blanket that covers Allie to peek under it, I smile at the sight of her tight little body. Big tits and that sweet little pussy…
Fucking hell, I missed her.
I’d love nothin’ more than to roll on top of her and thrust my way back into oblivion, but I’ve got fucking shit to do.
And I’m bettin’ she’s gonna be sore as fuck this morning. Just the tightness of her pussy and the way she moved last night let me know she hasn’t had a dick like mine since me.
Rolling out of bed, I grab my jeans off the floor and yank them on. Then I head into the master bath to take a leak.
* * *
“And then the droid goes pow! He shoots the other droids in the heads!” Levi tells me as he continues his never-stopping story of how his favorite cartoon show goes.
“Really? What about the green guy with the sword?” I ask with a smile.
I never knew a kid could talk as much as he does while eating and not choke on his food. We’ve been sitting at this table for the last half hour and we’ve gone through a pound of bacon, six eggs, and a shit ton of toast. This kid just helps me eat it all. I can’t figure out when the fuck he last ate before last night, but knowing how much Allie cares for him, I’m guessin’ he’s just a growing boy.
He rolls his eyes. “Lightsabers!”
“Okay, okay,” I say, raising my hands up. “Lightsabers.”
He takes his fork and acts like he’s battling some invisible foe. “He does lots of jumps.”