Chapter Eleven
Evangeline
W E MADE OUR way back to the car and once Shep climbed in, he turned to face me. “Where to, ma’am?”
I bit my lip. “Would you think less of me if I invited you back to my hotel room?”
“There’s nothing you could do or say to make me think less of you.”
Well, let’s not test that theory this soon, bub.
I forced a smile. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Just to be clear, I’d like to have sex.”
Shep smiled gently as he started the car. “I was moppin’ up what you were spillin’, beautiful.”
“And you’re okay with that, knowing what you know about me?” I pressed.
He reached over and took my hand. “Let’s put a pin in this until we can focus, hm?”
I nodded and waited rather impatiently until we were at my hotel and safely ensconced in my room. Shep started by kissing me again, and I slid my hands up his chest, dying to see what was hidden under his clothing.
“Talk to me, Lina,” he said. “Give me your parameters.”
“Parameters?”
“I don’t want you doing anything that makes you uncomfortable,” Shep said, stroking my cheek.
I bit my lip. “You’re the first man who’s ever said that to me who I actually believe.”
He frowned. “Don’t like that, honey.”
I sighed. “I don’t really like it either, but let me enjoy this moment, okay?”
Shep smiled. “I can do that.”
“Can you forget everything you’ve learned about me so far and fuck me, though? Hard. I like it hard and rough.”
“If you promise you’ll tell me if something scares you.”
“I can do that.”
“If you start to fade away, I’ll know,” he warned.
“I won’t.”
“Anything I should avoid?”
“Don’t say ‘good girl,’ don’t look me in the eyes like this means something, don’t call me ‘Angel,’ and we’ll be golden,” I said.
“You really want it rough, Lina?”
“I really want it rough, Shep,” I confirmed.
His hand went to the base of my throat, and he pushed me up against the wall, before kissing me, his tongue pressing at the seam of my lips.
I opened for him, and my tongue met his as he palmed my breast roughly over my shirt. I arched into his touch, mewling with need, as he continued to play havoc with my nipple.
He moved his mouth to my neck and rasped, “If you don’t want your clothes in shreds, take them off and stand at the edge of the bed.”
“All of them?” I asked.
“Depends on what you want destroyed.”
I shivered and pushed off the wall, starting to remove everything except my panties. The idea of Shep ripping them off excited me to no end.
“Jesus,” he hissed as I stepped out of my jeans.
“What’s wrong?”
“I knew you’d be beautiful, but... fuck, Lina.” His eyes raked over me. “You’re perfect.”
“Don’t be sweet, Shep or this’ll never work.”
“Right.” He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t like to be kept waiting, Evangeline.”
I grinned, unbuttoning my blouse. Slowly.
I slid it off, then unhooked my bra and let that fall to the floor. Shep’s nostrils flared, and he closed his eyes briefly before looking at me again.
“Bend over the bed and spread your legs,” he growled. “Ass high.”
It was then he noticed my tattoos.
“You have a thing for butterflies.”
“Mmm hmm.”
“And this one looks new .”
“I like to get a new one when I visit a place I like.”
“Well, hopefully you’re gonna like it here a whole lot more after tonight. Now, get your ass in the air.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from letting out an excited squeak as I did exactly as he instructed.
He slid his hand up the inside of one thigh before cupping me over my panties. “Soaked already.” His fingers teased the gusset before tugging it down and then the lace was ripped from my body, and I sighed as the cool air hit my already throbbing pussy. He slapped the inside of my right thigh and bit out, “Spread your legs wider, Lina. I’m not gonna tell you again.”
I did and was rewarded with his fingers dipping inside of me.
“So, ready,” he rasped, leaning down to kiss the small of my back as he wrapped an arm around my waist from behind. “On the bed, on your back. Knees spread.”
I didn’t hesitate, assuming the position and sliding my heels up so my knees were bent, baring my pussy to him. Shep removed almost all of his clothes.
“I’m going to leave these on,” he said, referring to his boxer briefs.
“Why?” I asked with a frown.
“Because I don’t want to scare you—”
“You’re that big?” I teased.
Jesus, again with the teasing.
He chuckled. “Trust me. We’re gonna take this a little slower than you might like, but you’ll be happy in the end.”
He knelt between my legs, grabbing me behind my knees and lifting my legs higher before burying his face in my pussy. He lapped at me, and I slid my legs over his shoulders grinding against his face as he alternated between assaulting my clit with his tongue and fucking me with it.
I fisted my hands in the comforter and arched into him as I felt an orgasm build but before I could let go, Shep raised his head. I let out a groan of frustration which was interrupted by him dragging my ass to the edge of the mattress where he slid off his boxer briefs, rolled on a condom, sliding the head of his cock through my slick, and finally pressed in half an inch.
“Shep,” I begged.
He slid out, then pressed in a little further, then out again.
“You want more?” he asked between his teeth.
“You want a pissed off woman if you don’t give it to me now?” I warned.
No hesitation, he buried himself to the hilt.
I let out a cry of ecstasy as his girth filled me and I closed around him, sliding my knees up his sides.
Shep settled his hands on either side of me and started fucking me. Hard... finally. So hard, he grunted with each delicious stroke, and I met his motion with my own, taking him deeper and deeper until I could no longer hold back my orgasm. I hooked one ankle around his back and cried out as my climax hit and then Shep’s hand went to my throat, and his hips drove into mine even harder still.
It was deliciously brutal, and I loved every second.
I gasped as he took me over the edge, meeting his eyes for the briefest of seconds. He let out a grunt, closing his as he rocked into me, then his cock pulsed, and I lifted my head, pressing my mouth to his.
His tongue drove into my mouth and a whimper escaped my throat as another orgasm washed over me, but when he slid his hand into my hair and yanked it slightly, I arched my neck and mewed as yet another orgasm built.
My nipples beaded tight as they rubbed against his chest hair, and he hitched my left leg over his hip continuing to rock gently until the gentlest of climaxes rolled over me. Breaking the kiss, he settled me back on the mattress and rolled us onto our sides. “You need more?”
I swallowed, shaking my head as I tried to catch my breath. “If you gave me more, it might kill me.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He grinned. “Gonna get rid of the condom. Want me to bring you something to clean up with?”
“Yes, that would be nice. Thanks.”
He kissed me gently, then headed into the bathroom.
“Are you the kind of guy that likes a fully waxed pussy?” I asked when he returned.
He cocked his head setting a knee on the bed and pressing a warm washcloth between my legs. “Are you suddenly worried about that now after I just spent the last half-hour worshipping said pussy, Lina?”
I sighed. “My thoughts aren’t always linear.”
He grinned, stretching out beside me again. “I’m the kind of guy that likes whatever you wanna do. Your body, your choice. If I’m asked my personal opinion, I prefer a little somethin’ there, mostly because I like the fact you’re a grown-ass woman, not some pubescent girl, but it might be a little too soon to mention something like that at this juncture.”
“Holy hell, sir, you might just be the perfect man.”
“I have you fooled.” He chuckled, kissing my nose. “Give it some time, you’ll change your mind.”
Just wait until you find out about me.
I forced a smile. “Doubtful.”
“How did you get away?” Shep asked after we’d caught our breath.
“That’s a long story,” I warned.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said with an encouraging smile. “Unless you’d rather not share. I could, of course read your book.”
“What I’m going to tell you isn’t in the book.”
“Seriously?”
I nodded. “I kept this part out. More specifically, I lied about the details of my escape.”
He cocked his head. “Intriguing.”
“There are some things I needed to keep for me, you know?”
“Yeah, I get that.”
“Tony Sugar had taken me to his house, at least, I think it was his house, and kept me there for about a week before he moved me into an apartment with six other girls. I was confused because the place was so small. And it was filthy. Not at all what he promised. He handed me a coke and told me to drink it and I remember thinking, ‘I’m not allowed sweets in the middle of the day,’ and being excited because I actually got to have something that was forbidden at home.” I pinched the pad between my thumb and index finger. “Silly, right? My mother had already pimped me out to seven men, but my little girl brain went to the fact Coca-Cola was forbidden.”
“How old were you?” Shep asked.
“At this point, fourteen.”
“We can stop, honey.”
“No, I’m okay,” I said. “It’s important I talk about what happened to me. It means they don’t win.”
Shep nodded and gave me a squeeze.
“I drank the whole can and soon after started to feel funny. Obviously, I now know I’d been drugged, but back then, I had no idea what had happened and started to panic. Until I passed out. I woke up to find a man I’d never seen before on top of me.”
“Jesus,” Shep hissed.
“And yet, I couldn’t move. My limbs were like jelly. I had no control over them, and I was just stuck.” I glanced at Shep. “I will spare you the details of the rest, but this went on for several weeks, until I realized a pattern. Every morning, we were forced to wake up, shower and get ready, which entailed hair and makeup, then we had to take our first dose of ‘good girl’ pills. I figured out a way to circumvent our captors’ and those pills. I’d cheek them, dump the drink down the toilet, stick my finger down my throat, whatever I needed to do to make sure that shit didn’t get in my system, then I hid whatever I could. I’d watch the other girls and mimic what they were doing. If they scratched, I’d scratch, if they looked out of it, I did that. And when I was raped, I disassociated.”
“I would too.”
“Anyway, I had this regular customer who carried a wad of money that he liked to flash whenever we were together. It was disgusting. He’d always peel off an extra hundred dollars and tell me it was just between us, which of course, Tony always found and took. But this got me thinking. And planning. So, the next time this guy requested me, I made sure I was ready. I gathered my stash of pills and followed the girls into the van. I had one chance to do this right.”
“Jesus, that must have been scary.”
“It was. I was terrified.” I took a deep breath. “I arrived in the room, and I offered to pour him a drink, which he accepted. I had already crushed the pills, so I stirred them into his scotch, then handed him the glass. He was naked and stretched out on the bed and he patted the mattress next to him. I said, ‘Why don’t you drink that while I change into something more comfortable?’ He was all for that, so I slipped into the bathroom, leaving the door cracked slightly and watched while he downed his drink.” I looked at Shep again. “He was a big guy. Slovenly, so it took a little while for the drugs to kick in. I started to panic a bit, but finally, he was out, and I walked back into the room and grabbed his wallet. He had over three thousand dollars in there, so I took it, along with his credit card. I took a minute to eat some of the snacks in the room because I was starving, then I took his coat, because I didn’t have one. I knew I couldn’t escape through the front door, but the bathroom window was big enough for me to fit through, so that was really my only option. I locked the hotel door up tight, put a chair under the knob like I’d seen people do in movies, then gathered the rest of the snacks from the room, his coat, the money, and shimmied my way out of the bathroom window. I had no idea where I was, where I was going, but I had three-thousand dollars, food, and a warm coat, so I knew I could survive for a little while.”
“You didn’t want to go to the police?”
“Let me tell you something about law-enforcement. As soon as they find out you’re a prostitute, they either lock you up and lean on you for information about your pimp or johns, or they throw a back seat squad car party for you. Then, once they’re done with you, they toss you right back onto the streets where our pimps are waiting to beat the shit out of us for going to the cops in the first place.”
“But you were just a kid.”
“A lot of times, people that children turn to for help are among the worst perpetrators. How many times have you flipped on the news to hear clergymen, cops, lawyers, and judges have been arrested for abusing children? It happens so often now, the public has become numb. These are exactly the types of men who paid to abuse me over the years,” I said.
“Jesus,” he hissed.
“You learn very quickly there is little to no one you can trust when you’re in this situation. And children have no autonomy over their person as it is, so they are the ‘least of these’ in every sense of the word. They can’t vote, they can’t pay taxes, so although, every politician will tell you that children matter, the reality is, they don’t. The worst part is that girls are forced to find and recruit other street kids into the business. If we don’t, we’d suffer starvation, beatings, or worse.”
“That’s heartbreaking.”
“At first,” I agreed. “After a while, you become just as numb as the public.”
“Which is why you’re trying to change it.”
“I’m not sure I can change it. The second one trafficker is pulled off the street, two more take their place. It’s an epidemic, and there’s always a demand that someone is looking to fill. But if I can stop one child from being taken. One child more from being abused. Then I’ll feel like I’m doing something at least.” I sighed. “Maybe.”
“What happened after you escaped?”
I ran my finger over his chest distractedly and shrugged. “I met Mouse, um, Emory on the street, uh, she’s my VP of intake now and my best friend, really, but we ended up meeting a woman who took us under her wing for a time. She ran a club, an exclusive, high-end club—”
“You joined a sex club?”
“No, we were too young,” I said. “She would never let her girls work the club until we came of age and then only if we wanted to. I never did, at least on a professional level. I did like to watch though, which of course, is part of the fun of a club. I’d met a couple of men while I was there and it’s where I was really able to figure out if I liked sex, what my limits were, and who I could trust. She taught me that. She also put us through school. College, not grade school.” I bit my lip. “I owe her my life.”
“You gonna tell me her name?”
“No,” I said. “She’s a ghost and she likes it that way. But she did take care of me and Mouse, kept us safe, and helped focus our trauma into helping others. She also helped me separate the rape from sex so I could enjoy it. And that’s when I figured out I liked to be dominated. I don’t want to go so far as to live an entire lifestyle surrounding it, but I do like to play.”
“Well, if that changes, you let me know.”
“I will, Shep. You don’t ever have to worry about me not communicating.”
He smiled gently. “You hungry?”
I nodded. “How about we order room service, then we can do this again?”
I grinned. “Yes, please.”
He grinned and grabbed the phone.