8. Rutger
Chapter 8
Rutger
T ess is bent over my patio railing, taking my huge cock where the whole forest can see. She’s wearing a fancy-shmancy historical dress. I’ve thrown it up over her back so I can see myself pushing in and pulling out of her. Our combined juices mingle on my dick and drip down my balls.
“You’re a messy, horny little girl, aren’t you?” I growl, slapping her ass.
She moans every time I plunge into her. “Only for you, Daddy. Always for you.”
I grip her tit and pull her back toward me. Her spine arches. Her head rests on my shoulder. It’s a whole different angle, and her voice goes to a whole different pitch.
I know I’m hitting that spot inside that she likes.
It turns out I’m a fast learner when I care about the subject.
Biting down on her neck, I let myself loose. I pump harder and bounce her on my cock. She’s so small, I can treat her like a little fuckdoll.
When I come inside of her, I relax for the first time since…well, the last time I painted her insides with my come.
It’s been a hard week.
In more ways than one.
Tess is still modeling, although she’s stopped showing off her body. They have some costumes too. That’s where the fancy dress comes from. Today she was posing like some pretty lady from old-times, while I watched from outside the window, and I swear I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. The way that the ties on the dress pull in her waist, push up her tits, and show exactly how big her hips are…
I held myself back until we got back to the cabin.
But only just.
The sun’s fallen, so nobody can see us but God and the forest critters. I took her before we entered the cabin. Hiked her leg up on the porch chair and shoved myself inside.
Dirty girl wasn’t even wearing panties.
She’s still so tight it almost hurts. I had to press close, shifting and grunting, to force every inch deeper. It’s like that every time. No matter how wet she is. No matter how recently we fucked. She grips me like a glove a size too small. I’ve got no choice but to punch my hips into hers, fucking deeper, making sure she’s gonna be shaped to exactly my size.
When I’m still spurting my seed up inside her, I wiggle my fingers on her clit the way she likes. She comes too. I cover her mouth with my hand, so the whole forest won’t hear her screaming.
Then I lay her face down over the railing. Head down, ass up.
“Stay here a minute,” I say.
“Why?” she asks sleepily, contentedly, hair drooping.
“Because I’m making sure you get pregnant.” She showed me how the womb is at the end of her vagina—she drew diagrams—and I’m not an expert in this or anything else, but I figure my baby batter’s gotta pool in the baby oven for as long as possible if I wanna start baking.
I leave her there for a second, her juicy ass out in the cold, and grab some paper, some pastels. I sit myself on the patio furniture behind her.
“What are you doing?” Tess asks with a giggle.
“Memorizing you,” I say. “Pose for me, baby. Don’t get up. Just pose.”
“Like this?” She spreads her legs wider. The lips open up like flowers in springtime.
I sketch in a big hurry, trying to get out all the shapes the way I like. She’s all pinks and golds and cream surrounded by the foam of underskirts. “Perfect.” Sometimes it’s the only word I can think of for her. “Reach back. Pull yourself apart.”
“Like…like this?” I can hear the blush in her voice.
Even with the old-timey dress, her long fingernails are sequined. They frame her holes as she opens up her cheeks for me.
I rub my cock as I draw. “Yeah, baby. Just like that. Perfect.”
The shape of her is art, even before I’ve gotten it on the page.
She’s driving me wild.
I have to go over and lick her—just one long stripe, bottom to top, dragging the flat of my tongue from clit to asshole. Tess gasps out. Her knees tremble.
“I’m gonna have this, too,” I say, running my thumb in circles around the puckered pink bud of her asshole. “Soon.”
“When?”
“Once you’re getting big with my baby.” I’m not wasting any seed until I’m sure. I smooth the red marks on her ass, kiss her cheeks gently, and pull the dress down. “Let’s get inside. Someone’s waiting for you.”
The kitten, Frida, started yelling at me when I ran inside to get my supplies. She finally stops when she sees Tess. I relate. Some part of me is always screaming unless I’m holding her, too.
My woman scoops up her kitten and nuzzles her. “You’re getting so big,” Tess coos. She rests her head on my chest as the kitten rests on her breasts. “Look at you. Look at your big tummy. You’re growing so much.”
I put my arms around Tess, and it feels so right. We’re gonna be a family. I’m gonna make a future with her.
Then I’m shocked the kitten climbs up over Tess’s shoulder onto my arm.
I freeze.
Frida doesn’t weigh much, but her claws prick through my arm hairs as she climbs up to my shoulder.
“What’s it doing?” I ask, barely able to keep my voice from shaking. I don’t want my woman to see me scared.
Tess giggles. “She thinks you’re a very big cat tree. She’s just playing.”
The furry little razor-ball bounces across my shoulders. I’m frozen, terrified. I squeeze my eyes shut and pray for it to be over. I don’t understand this little thing. It’s bouncy and unpredictable, and I don’t know if it wants to whisper those little kitten sounds in my ear or pop my eyeballs out with its talons.
But it makes Tess look so happy to see her kitten on me, so I can push the fear down.
“Nice kitty,” I say, reaching up to touch her head with one finger.
Tess molds against my bare chest, breasts pressed against me. “This is perfect.”
“I love you,” I say abruptly. I’ve got no words other than that. Doesn’t feel like enough, but it’s what I’ve got.
The light of joy dawns over her face. “I love you too, Rutger.”
I haven’t been able to read books since my grandma stopped reading to me as a child. She loved fairytales. This reminds me of one of those fairytales, where the beautiful perfect woman somehow heals the monstrous beast.
I think this is supposed to be happily ever after now.
Right?
The next day, when Tess is off at drawing class again, the developers show up at my door.
“What do you want?” I grumble, baring my teeth like a bear, stepping out onto the porch because I don’t want them in my house, especially now that it’s going to be my home with Tess. I don’t want their filth anywhere near her.
It’s two little assholes wearing business suits. Hair slicked back, fists clutching briefcases. One of them has sunglasses on. The other one’s got them in his pocket. Otherwise, they’re both just human turds and I can tell it at a glance.
“Time’s up,” says Turd One.
“We said we’d be back, and here we are. What? You thought we weren’t serious?” Turd Two waves down at the other cabins. “You had your chance to sign, now we’re here to begin option two. This is for you.”
He holds out yet another sheaf of paper covered in more big, stupid words and I just snarl at him and snatch it away.
All the time I’ve spent with Tess has fixed something miserable and broken inside of me.
But it hasn’t fixed everything. “This is my land,” I growl.
“Not for much longer.” Turd One and Turd Two practically snicker as they say the words in unison.
“Unpaid taxes.” Turd One adds, and receives a glare from Turd Two.
If I was thinking clearly, I’d find that glare interesting. Instead, I explode.
“Taxes?” I hold up the paperwork in front of my eyes and will myself to be able to read it. I can’t.
These two could be fucking lying to me, and I don’t have any way of knowing. I don’t read the tax letters I get. I know I need to go to the building with the lady with the stamp, but I don’t. I don’t want to look stupid showing up with handful of money not knowing what I’m supposed to do with it.
It feels like I either gotta throw up or bash the Turds’ heads together. One or the other. But I think of Tess, and I don’t think if I kill them that makes the problems go away. So instead I say, “Get the fuck off my land.”
“We’ll give you time to look it over,” Turd Two says with a grin.
A knowing grin.
These two fuckers know I can’t read. I don’t know how, but they do. And there’s something on this paper that they don’t want me to know.
I toss the paperwork into my cabin, then chase them down the trail through the Paint Forest Program to make sure they get in their car.
There’s no hiding Tess from them, no matter how much I want to. She’s modeling outside today. She’s got a cute flowery dress this time. I like her in dresses—I like how fast I can get inside her—but the idea that these scumbags can see her legs makes me wanna turn serial killer.
They pause by their car and whisper.
They’re definitely looking at Tess. Nodding toward her. Smirking.
I hate them. I have never felt hate like this before, but right now, it’s rigid inside me like it’s become the very thing that’s holding me up.
I slam my fist down on the hood of their car without thinking. Crunch. Both of them leap and stare at me—away from Tess.
Good.
“Get. Off. My. Land,” I bite out.
“You’re gonna pay for that,” says Turd One, looking at the dent on the hood of the car like he might cry. It’s too shiny for the woods, and it’s got curves almost like a woman.
But not like my woman. No car could compare to her.
I lean in close to his greasy little face. “How are you gonna make me pay when I’ve buried you in six different places in the woods, shallow enough that animals will sniff you out? The coyotes will dig you up. Or maybe the wolves. If you’re still fresh, they’ll start with your bellies, tearing through, tugging out the wasteful parts then eating all the flesh. Then, the vultures and crows will come. They’ll eat even your assholes. They aren’t picky.”
The color vanishes from his cheeks.
The Turds hurry into their car and pull out.
But just when I’ve sent one problem away, another one appears. Lindsay comes out of the cabin where she has an office. She’s holding a phone and looks confused.
“Hey, Francesca?” she calls out toward the painting class where my Tessy-doll is the center of attention.
Nobody replies.
Then she calls again. “Tess?”
Tess’s head snaps around to look. “Yeah?”
“Can I talk to you a minute?”
They go inside the office. I follow them. Something doesn’t feel right.
Lindsay doesn’t look surprised to see me following Tess anymore, but she’s especially serious today. She sits Tess down across from her desk.
“So I just got a weird call,” Lindsay says, rubbing her forehead. “My model, Francesca, apologized to me for being a no-call, no-show. She said she had an accident and was actually unconscious. When she finally got things sorted, she remembered she was supposed to be here and called. When I told her that I was looking out the window at her right now, she was so confused. So was I.”
Tess is paler than the moon. “That’s…weird.” She glances nervously up at me. “Really weird.”
“You’re not Francesca, are you?” Lindsay questions with a tight frown.
And the words tighten my chest.
Not Francesca. Not the model.
Tess has been lying, right from the start. For a split second, I start to run through everything that’s happening, my traitorous mind wondering if she’s been setting me up. If maybe she’s with those Turds after all, trying to take my land.
But then Tess looks down at her shoes, hair hanging in her face. “I can explain.”
And the sound of her voice breaks through my doubts.
I know her. She doesn’t have to explain a thing, because I know who she is. Francesca or not, she’s my Tess, my perfect girl, and if she lied then she has a reason.
”I was running away.” She whispers to the ground and my heart falls to my feet. I crouch next to her, tugging her hands into mine, but she keeps her eyes away. “It was a coincidence I ended up at the entrance to the camp that day. But, I was desperate.” She looks at me with a flutter, then at Lindsay. “And you seemed nice. Safe.”
“I don’t know if there might be some fraud at hand,” Lindsay says gently, worriedly. “I really like you, Tess, but I don’t know if you should be here.”
Protectiveness unfurls in my chest. “She stays. She’s where she belongs.”
Tess shoots me a sharp look, with tears in her eyes, and push to my feet, locking my fingers onto her shoulders. She has nothing to apologize for. I should be the one apologizing, for not being there to protect her all the times she needed me.
Lindsay’s eyes soften looking at us. There’s approval in her face, and with that look, I know I can trust her. She’s not one of them. “I’m not sure if she can stay as an employee of the college, though. It opens us up to some weird issues.”
“She stays,” I repeat with a grit of my teeth. Tess is shaking a little under my hands. I lean down so I can see her eyes and she can see mine, the way we do when we are love making. “This is your home. You will never leave here.”
Lindsay drops her head into her hands on a long sigh, looking exhausted. “Please tell me you’re over eighteen, Tess. At least give me that.”
“Yes.” Tess nods, the mist still gathering in her eyes. “I’m really sorry. I—”
“Because whatever happens, the college is going to have my ass for not having signed waivers from a semi-nude model. But at least if I can tell them you’re legally able to consent, I might escape criminal charges.”
“She said she’s over eighteen,” I growl.
Lindsay’s lips press together as she turns her hands up in a gesture of doubt. “I hate to point this out, but she has been known to lie.” I grit my teeth. “I have enough to worry about with this program already. I already don’t know where I’ll be this time next year, if I’ll even have a job, and now this?”
“That’s not her fault.”
“No, it’s yours.” Lindsay’s voice is like a whip cracking.
I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen Lindsay genuinely pissed off. It doesn’t suit her, she doesn’t do it very well, but it stings that she’s directing it at me.
And I deserve it. I sign the lease, she gets to stay. I don’t, she has to go.
It’s that simple.
I want to do it, but those two Turds have just proven one thing: I’m right to be suspicious. Because people do take advantage.