Chapter Fourteen
Taylor
“What do you mean there isn’t anything you can do about it?” I ask the police.
“The girl hasn’t been physically abused, and the…the uh..”
“Cult. The word you’re looking for is Cult.”
“Right. The cult hasn’t done anything illegal.”
“It’s no wonder you quit the police force,” King tells me. “These guys are idiots.”
“The girl will be taken into protective custody until a safe foster home is found,” the officer says. “We’ll keep our eyes on this group. That’s all we can do for now.”
“Right,” I nod. “And, when you get a call about a mass suicide because they thought that was the only way to achieve divinity, I want you to remember this conversation.”
The officer sighs, but I walk away.
“He’s right,” King says when we reach our bikes. “There isn’t anything that can be done. Those people will do whatever they want, regardless of our intervention.”
“I know it,” I say.
“Ghost wants the club to meet tomorrow. Is it alright if we do it at your place?”
“Of course,” I straddle my bike and wait for King to settle on his. “How’s my sister?”
“A royal pain in my ass,” he grumps. “I have this trampoline that I built into the ground so the kids don’t get hurt, but Emily insists I need to move it next to the pool area. And she has my Madeline in on it.”
“Why not just install a diving board?” I ask.
“Apparently, that would be too simple for her taste,” King replies, adjusting his sunglasses. “She’s got this whole vision of a mini-water park in her head. Wants to make my backyard into some kind of summer amusement park.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Sounds like Emily. Always aiming for the grandest ideas.”
“Yeah,” King agrees. “And then there’s Madeline, egging her on every step of the way.”
I nod knowingly. “Those two together are a force to be reckoned with.”
“Tell me about it,” King says with a sigh. “But what can I say? Madeline’s got me wrapped around her little finger. If she wants a damn waterpark, she’ll get a damn waterpark. See you tomorrow, brother.”
“Later.”
With DeeDee in safe hands, I head back home to my beautiful man.
***Knox***
The highway beside Taylor’s house is dangerous. There’s a fork in the road right as you pass the driveway that’s going to get someone killed. The left turn is safe enough, but to the right is the sharpest curve I’ve ever seen.
I watch as a red truck drives by, slowing down well before they get to the fork. Smart driver.
Just as the truck turns right and rounds the curve to where I can no longer see it, I hear Taylor’s bike coming from the opposite direction.
My heart races, knowing that he’s home. I don’t really like being alone. But it’s not even that. I’m just really happy to see him.
“Everything okay?” I ask when his bike is powered off.
“DeeDee is safe,” He answers.
“Good,” I sigh. “It’s already pretty late. Don’t you have to go to Oasis tonight?”
“Nope. Boss gave me tonight off. I’m all yours. What will you do with me?”
Well, isn’t that a loaded question.
“I want to see behind your house,” I say. “Will you come with me? I don’t think I’m ready to do that on my own.”
“There isn’t much back there at the moment,” he tells me. “But there is a beautiful pond that we can sit next to and talk if you want.”
Smiling, I stand and reach for his hand. Strangely, I”m not scared as we leave the porch and walk out back.
“I feel fine,” I laugh. “But don’t let go of my hand.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”
He was right about one thing. His backyard is empty of anything but the pond. Taylor finds a spot and sits, pulling me between his parted legs with us both facing the pond.
“We need to talk about us,” he says. “But, first, we need to talk about your attack.”
“What about it?” I ask. “The guy is dead.”
“I know, baby. I need to know what he did to you?”
“Why?” I ask, genuinely curious.
I don’t mind talking about what happened to me. I’ve spent a little over a year talking about it weekly with my therapist and even occasionally with my friends. The topic doesn’t scare me.
Taylor turns my body so I sit sideways and look up at his face.
“You have to know how much I want you, Knox,” he tells me. “How much I want to worship your body. But I don’t want to do or say something that is going to scare you.”
Ah. I get it.
“I wasn’t violated in that way,” I tell him and smile when he visibly relaxes. “Are you sure you want to hear this?”
“Are you okay with telling me?”
“Nick took a lot from me that day,” I admit. “My freedom. My courage. Some of my kink. Even my Little. But what he didn’t take was my will to survive. It took me several months to work through some of the damage he had done to my mind, though. I’m still not finished sorting through all of this mess, but I won’t give up.
Meeting you has helped in a way you won’t ever truly understand. I want to survive for me, but I so badly want to live for us. When you’re in the room, it feels like my freedom is within my grasp. You made my Little pop his head back up, and I didn’t think I would ever trust someone enough to show him again.”
I lick my dry lips and continue.
“I don’t want you to walk on eggshells around me, Taylor,” I tell him. “I don’t want you to second guess yourself when you want to touch me. I’m not fragile. I can handle it. All of that being said, I might have some new limits because of what happened.”
“Tell me what he did, baby.”
“Can I look at the pond while I talk?” I ask. “I’m not sure I can handle looking you in the eyes while I relive this.”
Taylor kisses me gently before turning me back around.
Always manhandling me.
“Okay,” I take a deep breath and begin. “Me, Maddy, Sophie, and Bitsy were on our way back to the clubhouse with breakfast for everyone when we were hit from the side causing my car to flip multiple times. The people who hit us took my friends and locked them in some industrial walk-in freezer. Luckily, the men got them in time before any lasting damage was done.”
“And where did they take you?”
“To Nick Thornfield,” I answer. “I don’t know what happened to the men he hired to take me, but Nick took me to his apartment.”
Sighing, I lean back on Taylor, trusting that he can take all of my weight.
“We had been on one date months prior,” I admit. “But it didn’t feel right. I told him as much, but he would call several times a day. When he eventually stopped, I figured he’d just given up. I guess he was planning his big day.”
I’m stalling, I know. I need to rip the bandage off. Just get the story over with.
“Nick wanted me to put a diaper on,” I begin. “But I tried explaining to him that I didn’t regress that young. He was so adamant that he was going to put it on me regardless, but I said that I didn’t give consent. I kept saying Red. The universal safe word.
He got angry and stripped my clothing off and tied me face down onto a Saint Andrews Cross.”
“Mother fucker,” Taylor mutters.
“He told me that I needed to learn to obey him and proceeded to spank me brutally one hundred and seven times. With his hands. With a whip. A belt. A paddle. I’m sure there was more.”
I really don’t want to talk about this next part.
“Keep going, baby boy,” he says roughly, holding me tightly so I don’t fall apart.
“He eventually untied me and turned my body around.” Memories flash in my mind but all it’s doing is making me angry. “I remember screaming out in pain because my bottom hurt, and being pressed against the wood made it worse. He kept flicking this leather whip at my dick. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough that my body took notice regardless of the pain I was in and the fear that was drowning me. I grew hard which caused Nick to laugh.”
“It’s a natural reaction, Knox,” he whispers. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I know,” I say. “But it took a long time for me to agree with that. My body betrayed me, and it was humiliating. Once again, he asked if I would cooperate and wear the diaper. I was so scared, in so much pain, completely and utterly humiliated, but I said no.”
“Brave.”
“Maybe. But stupid. He turned me back around and was planning on another hundred-plus hits. He got to twenty-three before the door was blown open, and my club rushed in. I did end up having to go to the hospital, but Ghost made sure I was seen by a doctor that wouldn’t ask any questions. They didn’t want the law involved because King wanted to take care of things himself.”
I turn back sideways, ready to face his emotions.
“I have permanent nerve damage on parts of my butt,” I admit. “But no scars. No lasting visible marks. However, I don’t think I will ever be able to be tied down again. I never want to see another Saint Andrew’s Cross, and I don’t think I can handle being spanked.”
Taylor pulls me in for a hug, and we sit like that for a long time.
“My Pup is a very good boy and most likely won’t do much to earn punishments,” he says, breaking the silence. “But I can promise you that any punishment you earn will never, under any circumstances, be a spanking.”
“I’m going to earn many punishments,” I smile. “But, thank you for understanding about the spankings. As for you worshiping my body, I’m all for that.”
Chuckling, he kisses my forehead.
“Thank you for telling me,” Taylor says with sad eyes. “Now, I’m going to take my man inside and erase those bad memories with some new ones. Then afterward, I want to spend time with my Pup.”
“I don’t like to mix my Little with naughty times,” I rush to say. “It’s not sexual for me.”
Taylor freezes.
Oh no! Did I just ruin everything? I know some people like having sex while in Little Headspace, but I never have. It just felt odd.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” he finally says. “When I have you naked underneath me, I am simply Anthony. Got it, baby boy?”
“I’m not a baby,” I remind him for the fifth time since he started calling me that.
“You’re my baby. Never forget it.”
We take our time walking back to the house. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to go to a store on my own again, but this right here is just perfectly fine.
When we reach the front door a hoard of motorcycles pull into the driveway.
“I guess our meeting got moved to right now,” Taylor grumbles. “Come on, baby boy. Looks like we’re ordering pizza.”
“Chinese?” I ask sweetly.
“Alright, Pup,” he laughs. “Chinese it is.”
“What’s up, brothers? Did we ruin sexy time?”
Emily rushes forward and hugs her brother before doing the same to me.
“By the way, I rode your bike here,” she tells me. “It’s been ages since I’ve been on one.”
“Ugh, by all means, take it for as long as you want,” I say, shivers going through my body.
“A biker who doesn’t like bikes?” she laughs.
“Yeah, yeah,” I smile. “I’ve heard it all before. The twins dragged me into this world of sexy men, leather, and death traps. I wasn’t bred for this life. I’m the biker behind the screens.”
“Sexy men and leather, huh?” Taylor winks.
“Sexy men in leather?” I wag my brows.
“You visiting Oasis, little one?” Blaze asks. “All this sexy men and leather talk sure sounds like it.”
“Maybe soon,” I admit.
“Maybe I should visit Club Oasis,” Maddy says.
“Not on your life, baby,” King growls. “I’ll kill every single fucker there who so much as looks at you.”
“King has a blood kink,” Blaze tells Emily. “Anyway, where’s the food?”
“Taylor’s ordering Chinese now,” I say, nodding in the direction of said man. “And Blaze, if you eat all of the egg rolls this time, I swear I will have your bike glittered in pink.”
“It’s almost worth the risk,” he smiles.
Shaking my head, I walk over to Titan and sit on the floor to give him some love.
“You know what I regret the most?” I ask Taylor when he looms over top of me.
“What’s that, baby boy?”
“Throwing away all of my stuffies,” I admit. “They were my friends, and I just tossed them out like they were trash. I miss them.”
It sounds silly to my Big ears, but I know Little me is a stuffie hound. They really were my friends.
“I know they can’t be replaced, Pup,” he says, sitting beside me. “But we’ll see if we can’t make some new friends, alright?”
“Thanks, Papa,” I smile. “Can we have this meeting on the porch?”
Many smiles shoot my way before we make our way outside.
“Next time, we’re grilling steaks,” Steel says.
“We just had steak,” I laugh.
“One can never have too much steak, little one,” he smiles his rare smile back at me.
“Steak it is,” I say. “Now, what’s this about? I was about to get frisky before you all pulled up.”
Everyone laughs and proceeds to talk about random things.
Oh well. I don’t really feel like talking club business right now, anyway.
“I want coffee,” I say.
“Here’s a bottle of water. Drink it.”
“Did you hear him just order me to drink this water? You’re in trouble now, Steel. Get him, Papa.”
I look back at Taylor and am only received with a raised brow.
Great, they’re all going to gang up on me now.
Deciding to show them whose boss, I open the damn water and drink it.
Not because they told me to. Because I wanted to.