26. Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jacob
Soon, Quinn has headphones on and is grinning from ear to ear as she plays a game with Candice. There are zombies in it, and every few minutes, I twitch as she lets out a shriek.
Hadrian watches the screen where Candice hovers in the top corner, chatting soundlessly to Quinn. Quinn chats back, and it seems like she’s forgotten where she is and all about her predicament.
“I’ve never seen someone so relaxed with one of my creations. It’s amazing.” Hadrian’s lips curve into a brief smile. Two in two days. He’s positively cheerful.
His voice is full of enthusiasm. “If it wouldn’t interrupt your training protocols too much, could she visit again? I’d love for her to get to know some of the others. Candice is the most advanced by far, but together, they could bring the others along quickly. Only if it won’t cause you trouble, though. I know you have the ceremony to prepare for.”
Shit. I haven't even thought about the ceremony or explained it to Quinn. Another mistake. I’m making much more than usual. I’ve got a few months, but they’ll disappear fast. I’ll have to talk to her about it soon.
She bursts into laughter. “Suck on that!”
Her hand flies up to punch the air. I’m at risk of turning into putty if she keeps smiling like that. Finally, something in this place she seems to enjoy. “Course she can come. It’ll stop her pestering me for a few hours a day. I might actually get some work done.”
“That’s wonderful. Whenever suits you. We’re here all day long.”
What a boring existence. I tear my eyes away from Quinn and back to Hadrian. “I was hoping you’d take me through some of the data you collected. See if something jumps out.”
More of the screens flicker to life as Hadrian’s fingers fly over his keyboard. He points out repeated phrases, indicators of age, location, and sex in the language. It all flows over me in a confusing mass until one phrase snags on the edge of something. “Hang on. Go back. The one about the ears.”
Hadrian flicks back through the posts. “This one? Jug-eared wanker?”
It sounds ridiculous in his very proper American accent, but I hold off from making fun. I don’t know him well enough yet.
“Yeah.” Quinn’s comment about my ears rings in my head. She thought I’d had them pinned because they don’t look oversized anymore, like they did when I was a kid.
“The term is British. Could be middle or lower cla—”
“It’s someone who knew me as a kid.” A fresh surge of excitement lights my veins, along with a vague, fuzzy memory. Pain as someone yanked on my ears, nails digging in. I touch the right one with my fingers.
Fear hits me. Harsh and irrational, like I sometimes get when I wake in the dark and can’t remember where I am. I used to have nightmares as a kid, real bad ones. I’d wake screaming to Grandad hugging me and Ruth crying her eyes out.
I asked Grandad about it once I got a bit older, but he just shook his head. “I’m sure you saw some shit you shouldn’t have, your mum being how she was. Don’t worry, my boy. You’re safe now.”
And that was that. Kids in Hackney in the nineties didn’t go for therapy. We just struggled on as best we could. After a while, the nightmares stopped. So why am I breaking out in sweat at whatever the fuck that memory was?
Quinn whoops. “Come on, we’re almost there!”
I focus on her to dispel the dark mood. She’s a splash of color. A bright light burning away the gloom. Even if she does piss me off ninety-nine percent of the time.
“Jacob? Would you like to keep going with this?”
I wrench my attention back to Hadrian with a massive effort. “Sure. Sorry. It’s just nice watching the girls have fun.”
Girls? Plural? Jesus fucking Christ, I’m spending too much time here.
Hadrian’s little smile surfaces again. “It really is.”
A half hour later, my head is swimming with facts, and Quinn is squirming more and more in her seat. I took a second to boost the vibration program, making the bursts longer and more powerful. From the look of her, it’s not gone unnoticed. She’s struggling.
And watching her wriggle about like that is having the same effect on me. It’s getting harder and harder to concentrate on what Hadrian is saying, and I decide to call it. I thank Hadrian, promise to send Quinn back tomorrow, and tap her on the shoulder. “Time to go, love.”
Her pale face has two rosy spots at her cheeks, and she’s biting her lip. “Okay,” she says, more breathy and polite than I’m used to. “Can I come back tomorrow and see Candice?”
“If you want to.”
“I do!”
“It’s settled, then. Come on.”
She says goodbye to Candice and winces as she gets to her feet. “Your arse sore from the crop?”
I make sure to say it nice and loud so she knows everyone will have heard. Her gaze snaps to mine. “Yes, actually. Thanks for bringing it up.”
“No problem.”
I see the moment the vibrations hit. Her face contorts, her breath coming out in a rush, and she presses her legs together. I place a hand on her back till it passes. She walks forward, legs wobbly.
“Fucking hell.” She mutters it under her breath then looks up at me, eyes wide. “That wasn’t me swearing at you. Just swearing in general.”
“I see. Thanks for pointing it out.”
The cold air is a relief after the oppressive creepiness of Hadrian’s lab. The odd mood has followed me out here, but I have an idea what will take it away for good. Suddenly impatient with Quinn's careful steps, I snatch her up and throw her over my shoulder again.
“Jacob! My skirt!”
It’s ridden up, exposing her. I ignore her pleas, reach my hand up, and slide it over the hot, soaked mess of her pussy. “Fuck me, Quinn. You’re drenched. Did you leave a wet patch on Hadrian’s chair?”
I find her poor neglected clit and rub my thumb over it whilst she wriggles and whines. “People can see! Jacob!”
She’s protesting, but her voice is high, her body has stiffened up, and her breathing has grown ragged. My little brat is so deprived I can feel her desperation. And I think there’s a part of her that likes the excitement of maybe getting caught.
Instead of carrying her back to my room as planned, I take a detour into the woods. We pass a couple of Brothers deep in conversation, but they don’t spare us a glance. I head off the path, into the wildest part of the Compound, where the trees are allowed to grow as they like. Important for conservation, apparently. But it serves my purpose well.
I keep the pressure on her clit, and soon, she stops protesting, instead making pained little moans that shoot directly to my cock. She’s panting as I come to a halt in a relatively secluded glade. We probably won’t be disturbed, but a dog-walker or adventurous jogger might stumble into us and get a shock.
Fuck. Maybe I like the idea of getting caught a little bit, too.
I pull the flexible vibrator out of Quinn, leave the plug, and lift her down, setting her on her feet just long enough to undo my jeans. Her eyes widen, locked onto my cock like it’s a gun pointed at her head. “What—”
I don’t give her time to say something stupid and get herself in more trouble. I yank her skirt up over her hips, lift her by the waist, and slam her back into a tree, held so her pussy lines up with my cock.
She squeaks, clutches at my shoulders, and wraps her legs around me, scrabbling for some sense of control. She’s so fucking delicate that it’s easy to hold her in place as my cock pushes into her entrance.
She’s wet as all fuck, but it’s still a tight squeeze, especially in this position and with the plug jammed in her arse. I don’t go slow, though. I’ve waited long enough for this, and by the way she’s clinging to me, so has she. She’s tight as hell, her pussy stretched wide as I slam into her with one vicious thrust.
“Oh…ow…Jacob…that’s too—”
“Shut the fuck up.” I hold her there, impaled on my cock against the tree. “Someone might hear. People come through here all the time. You want them to see you getting fucked like a needy little slut?”
She shakes her head, but those telltale spots of color are back in her cheeks, and her pussy clenches even as she says, “No. Please.”
“Bollocks.” I yank her crop top and bra up in one go, baring her perfect little tits. Her nipples are hard bullets, and I twist one as she mewls, trying her best to keep quiet. I drop my hand to her arse and pull out almost all the way before driving back into her. The breath leaves her in a groan.
I start to fuck her slowly, eyes locked on where we join, mesmerized by how I fit into her tiny body. “Maybe I should strip you naked and tie you to one of the benches in the main street. Spread your legs wide apart so everyone can see how fucking horny it makes you. Would you like that?”
“Noooooo.” It’s a long, drawn-out sound, punctuated by the thud of flesh against flesh as I ram my cock home. Shit, she feels too good.
Her eyes close, head falling back. She’s close. I slap her cheek, and her eyes fly open, her mouth an adorable, shocked O. “Oi. Keep your eyes on me.”
That red flush rises higher. I grip her tight and start to thrust in earnest, loving the little gasps she makes every time I bottom out inside her. Her gaze is locked on mine, icy blue eyes wide as she starts to moan.
“Are you close, Quinn?” I can hardly get the words out, my own voice strained as I catapult toward climax. Fuck, I don’t want to get there before her. The poor girl needs this.
“Yes, I, oh, fuck…”
Quinn’s words cut off in a long yelp, and her pussy spasms, gripping my cock like a vice as her orgasm hits her. It pushes me over the edge, too, and I drive deep, a surge of rough pleasure shooting out of me. Her fingers are claws, digging deep into my shoulders as I empty inside her.
She’s panting, and her head drops to my shoulder.
It’s an odd, tender gesture after my rough usage, and it brings my awareness fully to her. I’ve put this girl through so much, and she’s taken all of it. Her hands loosen, and there’s something so trusting about the way she goes limp. She knows I won’t drop her.
Fuck. Now I wish I had a blanket to wrap her in. I carefully pull out and adjust her, holding her with one hand whilst I button my jeans. It’s awkward, one-handed, but worth the effort. I like the way she’s relaxed against my chest, and setting her down would risk ruining the moment.
I pull down her top and skirt as best I can and set off for home. This time, I’m keeping everything crossed that we don’t bump into anyone, and for once, I get what I want. She’s shivering against me by the time I get her in the door. Overload of sensation and too much adrenaline can make people over-sensitive to the cold.
Once we’re safely inside, I strip the dirty clothes off her, remove the plug, and strip off myself before tucking us both into bed. She needs a shower, but she needs this more. She snuggles into me without complaint, and her body gives another little shiver.
“I don’t know why I’m so cold. It happened all at once.”
“You’ll warm up in a minute.” I wrap my arm over her, and she sighs.
“Did you leave the vibrator in the woods?” Quinn’s question comes out of the blue, and I realize she’s right. Not like me to forget.
“Yep. Shit, I should go and get it.”
“Nah. Some old lady’s dog will find it and bring it back to her. It’ll be funny.”
I snort at the mental picture it brings up. Fuck it. She’s right. It is funny. There’s a long pause before she asks, voice quiet, “Are there old ladies here, or do you just get new sex slaves once we get old? What happens when we’re past our best?”
Her question is a screaming siren telling me how badly I’ve let Quinn down in her first few days here. I’ve been so distracted by her unexpected presence, and by my attacker, I haven’t even explained what the Brotherhood is properly. She thinks she’s disposable? Fuck, that won’t do at all.
I settle my arm more firmly around her. “I’ve messed up. I’m sorry. You should know all this by now.”
She waits in silence as I try to decide where to begin. Gabriel said this part was difficult, and I imagine it was ten times worse for him. I’m used to hard conversations. This should be easy for me.
It’s not.
I raise myself up on my elbow so I can see Quinn’s face. “First, let me tell you about the initiation ceremony.”