25. Ren
25
REN
T he sound of my own gasp startles me awake.
I can’t hear much else other than my heart pounding in my ears. The dream was so vivid this time, but then they have been ever since that night.
The only reason I’m not filled with uncontrollable rage now is knowing Christian is dead. He learned you can’t outrun your sins, and it isn’t some invisible man in the sky who does the punishing.
He’s never going to hurt a kid again.
He’ll never starve them, torture them, or twist their minds until they don’t know fact from fantasy.
He learned what happens when somebody bigger and stronger than him decides to balance the scales.
My only regret after waking up is that we can’t kill him again. When the pain and humiliation is as fresh as it was back then when I was nothing but a kid who couldn’t defend himself. I didn’t do anything wrong, but the truth never mattered. Not when Joseph decided otherwise.
I can hardly contain the rage blazing in my gut at the memory of being ignored, called a liar, having my every move and even every bite of food watched over. The rage burns as hot and bright as ever whenever I’m thrust back into those strange, confusing days.
If this goes on much longer, I’ll end up with a hole burned through me. The only consolation I have is that soon it’ll be over—and if wiping out Rebecca and her evil asshole of a son is anywhere near as satisfying as it was to watch Christian bleed out, I’m more eager than ever.
And apparently, my cock is too. I’m hard as steel and have been since before I woke up. I can only imagine the vivid memories of Christian’s final, tortured moments got it this way. The fact that Scarlet’s smooth, plump ass presses against it turns my excitement into something deeper. Bigger.
I would normally work out until I collapse after waking up this way.
Rock hard, my heart pumping, full of adrenaline. It was the only way to burn off the energy that would otherwise leave me wanting to take the cabin apart with my bare hands—until now.
Now, I have a much better outlet, and she happens to be in my arms.
Warm and soft, she fits perfectly against me. The missing piece of my life’s puzzle. I bury my nose in her hair and breathe in deep, my arms pulling her flush with me. Lavender. Wildflowers. Her sweetness and innocence.
I need it more than ever.
I need her.
A minute ago, I was vividly recollecting the pleasure of using my hands to help end a useless life. Now, they cup Scarlet’s tits, molding and massaging; my thumbs and forefingers pinch her nipples until she wakes with a start.
“What are you—” she whispers, breathless, but her question is cut off by the presence of my cock sliding between her ass cheeks.
“I need you.” I groan in her ear before biting the lobe, reveling in her gasp. “Move your ass up and down my cock. You feel how hard I am for you? How badly I need to claim you right now?”
“Y-Yes.” She’s shaking with desire, as she begins working her ass up and down my shaft. I look down between us to find the fat head of my cock slipping in and out from between her round cheeks. They mold around me perfectly—yet another part of her body that seems made for me.
All of her is.
“Mine.” I sink my teeth into her shoulder, and she gasps again, louder this time. I can’t help it. The sound is heavenly.
The impulse was impossible to ignore. I had to taste her skin.
She tries to turn her head, to look back at me, the rise of fear in her voice speaking volumes. “What are you doing?”
I barely hear her whispered question over the pounding of my heart. I set things right. A surge of sheer exhilaration blasts its way through me, making me rock my hips while rolling her pink buds until she whimpers in pain.
“Can’t take it?” I ask before running my tongue over the side of her neck, layering pleasure on top of the pain until she writhes helplessly because, in the end, it’s all sensation. The fluttering of her pulse beneath her tender skin brings to mind a hummingbird’s wings.
Let her pretend all she wants. Let her shrink back in fear and act like she doesn’t know she needs this. Her body knows better, the same way I do.
“Then I guess that’s not your cunt dripping on my balls, right?” So wet. It takes so little. Because she’s mine, and only I will ever do this to her.
They took everything from me, but they can’t take this. She belongs to me. She always will. “My angel.” She whispers an affirmation, and my already racing heart threatens to burst as pride and love create a dangerously potent mixture.
I take pity on her nipples, instead closing one hand around her throat to hold her head in place while sliding the other over her slim stomach, coming to a stop at her pussy.
“My pussy,” I grunt, slapping the slick, swollen lips until she moans in agreement.
Not that she has a choice. I warned her, after all. There’s no going back now that I’ve claimed her. She is more fully mine with every touch and every kiss, our souls winding together until I lose sight of where she ends and I begin.
A cry of pure lust that only grows louder when my fingers work deep into her greedy cunt escapes her lips. My hungry, dirty little angel. I smile against her neck, satisfied and even proud of what my touch can do.
Her muscles pulse, drawing me deeper while I prepare her for my cock. It’s almost too easy to break down her defenses and make her desperate for everything I’m so ready to offer.
“What do you think? Can you take another one?”
Before she can answer, I add a third finger, stretching her tight channel.
“Oh god, Ren.” I tighten my grip on her throat, cutting off anything else she wanted to say. My hand moves in a blur, faster and faster, knuckles slamming against her taint until she goes stiff, muscles clenching tight enough to hold my fingers deep inside her. There is no escaping the pleasure I’ll give her.
“That’s right,” I rasp in her ear, my dick dripping cum at the sight, sound, and feel of the orgasm rocking her body and soul. “Come for me so I can reward you with my cock.” There’s never been anything as beautiful as the symphony her body creates, and I am the maestro.
She’s still coming down when I roll her onto her stomach, too limp to offer any resistance. Not that it would matter if she tried.
I’m too far gone. This is only going to end in one way, and that’s with my cock buried eight inches deep inside her.
Her luminous skin glows beneath my hands as I take her full hips and pull them back, baring her ass and pussy to me. Mine, all mine, the rarest treasure. She’s still trembling, muscles pulsing and sending sweet nectar dripping from her hole. I run the swollen head of my cock through it, causing both of us to groan.
Fuck me.
Her cunt drips arousal that coats her thighs. Somehow, I always knew it would be this way between us. Gripping one hip with bruising force, I use my other hand to guide myself inside. I slip just the head into her, watching as her tightness swallows me whole. The sight is enough to make me come right then and there, but I don’t.
“Ren,” she whimpers, and I smile, pressing forward and slamming myself deep inside her. My hips press against her ass, and my balls slap her clit.
“Oh, yes…” Her moan is nearly lost to the pillow beneath her, leaving me to take her shoulders and pull her up. Every day we’re together, she’ll bear my mark on her skin and soul.
“On your hands and knees.” I want to hear every word that escapes her pretty pink lips. I need to touch every inch of flesh to remind me she is here, that she is mine. I start to roam her back and shoulders, my fingers leaving a trail against her trembling body before I circle around the front and cup her tits in my hands. Perfect size and weight.
Her nipples are as hard as diamonds, further proof of her arousal. I’ll never get enough of every part of her. My hunger is endless, more all-consuming with every breath, with every twitch of the muscles gripping my cock.
Only when the pressure eases do I trust myself to move, pulling back just far enough to slam forward again. Again. My teeth grind, and my breath comes in short, hot bursts with each sure stroke. The blood pumps in my ears. Jesus. It’s still not enough. Her skin, her moans, the unbearable pleasure of burying myself balls deep in her heat. It isn’t enough. I need more. I need all of her. I release her tits and trail a hand over her hip, and bring my other hand to her backside. My gaze lingers on her pretty puckered ass.
Mine. The beast inside me roars.
Scarlet flinches, gasping at the unprecedented pressure at her asshole.
“Relax,” I grunt, slamming myself home while gently playing with her virgin hole. I’ll never hurt her, but I can’t promise she won’t have a little pain with her pleasure. “Let me show you how good it can feel.”
“Ren…” She gasps when our bodies slam together, and my thumb threatens to breach the ring of muscle she’s clenched so tight.
“I don’t know… I’m afraid.”
“Shh, angel. Don’t be afraid. I’ll never hurt you. You know that. You’re too precious to me.” I spit down onto her hole and use it as a lube to ease my thumb inside. Her confused moan is music to my ears, compelling me to go deeper while pummeling her pussy.
“You trust me, don’t you?” The words come out in a grunt.
There is a small pause, but she finally whispers, “Yes,” making me smile.
“Good, because wait until I introduce my cock to this tight virgin hole. Your mind will be blown with pleasure.”
Her high-pitched cry is still riddled with anxiety that quickly turns into something deeper, something sweeter, as I begin working her ass and her pussy in tandem. One day, she’ll understand I know best.
What her body can handle. What she needs most.
She tosses her head back, her blond hair fanning across her back in a shimmering waterfall. Everything about her is entrancing, built to pull me in, to hold my fascination.
Taking a handful of her shimmering hair, I grip it tight, weaving my fingers through the strands.
This is mine. She is mine. No one will take her from me.
“Ren!” There’s pain tingeing the pleasure in her cry, and I respond by pounding her tender flesh harder than before, withdrawing my thumb in favor of digging my fingers into her hip, pulling her back in time with my furious thrusts.
I must claim her again and again.
To make sure she knows she belongs to me.
“Ren… oh god.” I can barely hear her high-pitched cries over the victorious roar building in my head. Even the familiar tingle of growing pleasure at the base of my spine fades compared to the triumph of my claim.
“Sometimes I’ll fuck you like I love you, and sometimes I’ll fuck you like I hate you, but no matter what, you’ll squeeze my cock the same, angel,” I growl, pressing against her back, needing to be as deep as I can inside her.
She tries to turn her head, but I shove her down against the pillow before she can look at me. I remind myself that she’s stronger than she appears. She can handle it because she was made for me.
I wouldn’t do anything she couldn’t handle.
“Take my cock.” I rock her forward, my hips pounding against her ass, moving her up the bed. “Take it all. Take me deep.”
“I—I can’t.” Her voice is tinged with both pain and pleasure, but she hasn’t asked me to stop; she hasn’t shown me she can’t handle it.
“You can.” Our bodies crash together, and she moans. “You will. Right? Say it. Tell me you’ll take my cock. Tell me you’ll hold it inside you where it belongs.”
When she doesn’t respond, I have no choice but to wrap her hair around my fist and pull her head up, my hips sawing back and forth as I tug harder.
“I can’t hear you.”
A scream tears itself from her when I pull her head back. “Yes! Yes, I can. Give it to me.”
“Louder.”
“Ren, please!”
“Who do you belong to? Who does this pussy belong to?”
I drive myself deep, hard, balls slapping her clit. There is no doubt she’ll have bruises when I’m finished. “Say it.”
“You! Oh god, you!”
“That’s right, your pussy drips juice down my shaft and onto the sheets. You should see the mess you’re making.”
The sound of her submission and all it means sets off an explosion in my core. My thrusts turn into a frenzy that makes me lose my rhythm, my pace, and all conscious thought. The bed’s creaking is a discordant cacophony only overshadowed by our mixed cries of pleasure, pain, and even fear.
Yes. Take me, my angel. My all.
“Come on, angel. You’re going to come for me. Soak my cock with your sweet juices. I need your release like I need my next breath.”
“Ren… oh god,” Scarlet whimpers, but I can feel her muscles tightening, and I know she’s close.
I move faster, my balls slapping her clit harder. I’m nobody good and certainly not worthy of my angel, but she’ll never go without an orgasm when I’m inside her. Biting back my own pleasure, I continue my punishing pace.
“I’m….” The words are cut off as I press her face into the mattress, and ravage her, her tight cunt flexing and clenching around me. She draws me deeper, milking every drop of the cum I’m so eager to deliver, and we explode together.
My grip tightens on her hips, and I pour it into her through her own orgasm. Pouring all my rage, resentment, and obsession into her. Knowing she can take it. Knowing she’s my gift, my salvation.
“Mine.”
Now it’s a whisper, soft, certain.
I release her hair in favor of wrapping my arms around her trembling body, my cock still locking us together as I lie down with her pressed against me like she was when I woke up.
“You’re all mine, angel.”
She shudders, still softly whimpering while I trace a line from her shoulder to her ear with my lips. So precious. So incredibly precious.
“Nobody’s ever going to take you away from me. No one’s ever going to hurt you,” I tell her, tenderness swelling in my heart and pushing away the lingering darkness until I’m at peace.
Only she can do this to me.
“I love you,” I whisper, holding her tighter.
I barely hear her whispered response— I love you, Ren —before closing my eyes and sinking into a blissful, dreamless oblivion.