Chapter 6
Torch
After walking away and cooling off for a bit, I decide to return to the cabin.
I almost took her.
I would have gladly kissed her long and deep before fucking into her body, but with everything she’s been through, she deserves so much more.
She needs tender and slow, not something that will awaken her nightmares.
I’ve researched a bit about how to have a relationship with a woman who’s been raped.
I never want her to associate what we may do with what happened in the past. I wish I could have given her the first time she deserved instead of what she got.
Climbing the porch stairs, I soak in the calm, quiet night around me.
The woods are so close, and that bothers Ruby, but it’s important that no one can sneak up on us without drawing attention to themselves first. Unlocking the door, I step inside.
The roaring fire I ignited earlier still burns bright, so I check that there is a good bed of embers to sustain warmth for the night before locking the cabin up tight.
All is quiet. I don’t even hear the shower going.
As I climb the stairs, I play through my mind what to say to her. I need her to understand that everything I said to end us was a lie. I didn’t mean it.
Stepping over the threshold into the bedroom, I’m bombarded with her scent and the steam from the shower. I look around for her as my cock presses into my zipper so hard I’m sure it’ll leave teeth marks.
I hear her before seeing her. Lying on the bed in a pair of white silky panties, ass exposed, with a barely-covering-her-tits half shirt is Ruby in all her glory.
She’s asleep on her side, the blankets thrown off to the side.
It’s as if she pulled them back, laid down, and that was it.
She was out. I guess she’s more exhausted than she thought.
I recall all the nightmares she used to have and wonder if they still haunt her. I’ve been watching her, but I’ve given her the privacy of her dorm room, so I don’t know if she still struggles.
Her lithe, curvy body calls to me, and it takes everything in me not to roll her onto her back and slide home in her pretty little pussy.
Tattoos decorate her body, and when I see the ruby heart with a sword through the gem on her arm, my right hand goes to the left side of my chest, and I rub the area.
I wonder what she’ll think when she sees all my tattoos.
Heading for the bathroom, I take a quick shower myself, and when I step out, she’s still asleep but now on her back, one arm thrown over her head on the pillow while the other rests on her stomach.
I adjust my cock behind my boxers and look at our dog spread out on the floor at the foot of the bed.
She looks at me, and I shake my head at her.
“What? I’m tempted. I can’t help myself,” I grumble to Moea, and it’s as if she rolls her eyes at me, then rests her head back down on her paws with a chuff. “Don’t judge me.”
I walk to the side of the bed and lie under the blankets. I won’t get much sleep with her so close, but I flip off the light nonetheless. I want her too much that my cock is rock hard, but it’s been like that for so long now.
Settling in on my back, I begin to drift off, feeling Ruby’s warmth as she shifts her body.
She wraps around me, and I stifle a groan as she slides her smooth leg over mine.
I can’t stop myself from gripping it behind the knee and pulling it up more along my body.
She rests her head on my chest and sighs in her sleep, her long hair hanging down along her back.
I recall that she usually likes to sleep with it up in a satin ponytail; I’ll have to make sure she has some of those with her. I can’t remember if I packed them.
A few moments later, my body and mind allow me to close my eyes, and I finally calm down, feeling whole and complete for the first time in a long time. I’ve needed this connection of holding her. The need to protect her has always overwhelmed me, even before her attack.
I fall asleep feeling like I have everything in my arms.
Ruby
Warmth spreads through me, and I come awake feeling as if I’ve slept deeper and more restfully than I have in quite a while. Since the attack, I’d categorize my sleep as fitful, always waking up tired, but this morning feels different.
I lick my lips and start to stretch when awareness hits me.
A hard body with a thick erection presses at my back, and an arm has me pulled in tight to their body.
Everything from the day before hits me. I remember taking a shower and dressing in an outfit that I thought would tempt Torch, but I guess I fell asleep before he came back in.
I shift slightly.
“Don’t move unless you want me to pin you to the mattress with my cock deep in your pussy,” Torch’s deep-sleep, scratchy voice grumbles next to my ear.
I can’t stop myself; my body disobeys, and I shift again, flexing my hips back.
“Fuucckk,” Torch groans as the hand he has wrapped around my body splays open. It’s so big that his thumb lands between my breasts and his pinky teases the top of my panties. “Princess, I want what you’re offering, but you aren’t ready.”
His scruff rubs against my neck as I force my head into the pillow. Teeth nip my flesh, and I can’t contain the moan or keep my body from arching. His cock nestles against my bare ass, exposed from my thong, and it throbs.
I bite my lip and beg, “Torch, I want you. I need you. I ache.”
I’m flipped to my back, and he’s over my body. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him tighter into me, feeling the moisture gathering at my core. He braces himself, but one hand clasps my chin, holding it firm in his grip.
“You call me Ben or Benjamin when I’m with you. No more Torch,” he snaps before slamming his lips down on mine.
I need him as if he’s the very air I breathe, and the dominating kiss inundates every part of me. His tongue pushes through my lips, consuming me. I give him everything; I don’t want to fight him. I want this. I need it as if I’ll die without it.
This kiss isn’t sweet and gentle. It’s not soft, yet demanding. It’s overpowering, domineering, and I’m lost in the moment. His grip on my face tightens as I wrap my arms around his body and submit to him.
He pulls his head back, both of us breathing hard. Eyes wild. Jaw clenched as he tries to fight what we both want.
I smile, slightly arch my brow, and yank him tighter into my body. When his eyes flare, I know he feels it. “You are soaking my boxers, princess.”
“I need you, Ben.” Giving him his name, his gaze drops, breaking our connection. Hair tickles my chin as his forehead rests against my chest.
“Fuck this.” His guttural voice sounds as if it’s being ripped from deep within.
He pushes himself up, jerks my top to my chin, exposing my breasts, then his lips and teeth take a nipple into his mouth. He isn’t gentle; he’s aggressive. Precisely what I need.
He tugs hard on my nipple piercings, and my nails dig into his back, holding on for dear life as he consumes me. Biting, sucking, forcing me to open for him as he skims down my body. My panties don’t survive his hunger as they’re ripped from my body and thrown to the side.
“Fucking had to feel these all goddamn night as I held you. Saw them when I came in the room. I purposely left your fucking panties back in your dorm room. I don’t want anything between me and this pussy,” Ben demands before his mouth touches me.
I wail at first contact because, like everything else, it’s not sweet or tender.
It’s fire… Hot…scorching…all-consuming. He doesn’t suck or lick; he bites, and not gently.
It’s unyielding, marking my body. My fingers slip into his hair, scratching, clawing, pulling. He doesn’t let me guide him. He leads.
“Going to make sure you know who you belong to, princess,” he groans, shoving his tongue into my core.
Mewling for him, my body arches and bends. Ben uses his arms to secure me to the bed. I’m not sure if I’m trying to escape him or get closer. Two thick fingers slam into my body, and the bite of pain brings tears to my eyes, but I need it.
“Yes, Ben. Yes, please. I need the pain.”
Ben doesn’t slow up; he pumps a third finger into me, opening me up for him before pulling them out and sucking them off as he climbs up my body.
He yanks his boxers down, and I catch a glimpse of his pierced, meaty cock a second before it pummels into my body.
Screaming in pain, the tears blind me now. His girth rips my body apart.
“Fuck, princess.” He stops cold; the only sound is my whimpers and his heavy breathing. “You’re a virgin?” His shocked face pinches at my heart. I never told him the truth. He and my father assumed.
I look up at him, grip his hair tightly at the side of his head, and yank him down to my mouth. “Don’t fucking stop now. Give it to me, Ben.” Through the pain, I bite out the words and kiss him deeply.
His facial expression shifts from concern back to desire as he pulls out and thrusts back in. I scream and cry out again as he continues to punish my body. This is what I told my counselor I needed, and Ben is giving it to me.
After the attack, I was worried I was screwed up because, even though I wasn’t raped like they thought, it came close.
They were getting ready to violate me with a nightstick before I jammed my high heel into the guy’s eye.
So now, for some reason, I crave hard, punishing sex.
I need it like I need oxygen and water. I’ve dreamed of Ben doing this exact thing to me.
“I’m going to fuck this pussy so hard you’ll feel me for days. All mine.”
“Yes. Please. It’s yours. It always has been. No one else’s,” I cry out through my tears and desire.
“Fucking right it’s mine. Only mine. No one else gets it.”
Ben scoops my legs over each of his arms to open me wider.
My hands slide up his chest, and the tattoo I noticed through my hazy orgasm fog comes into focus.
I grip his pec in my hand, my nails digging in over his heart, and there it sits, the ruby stone heart pierced by a sword.
Exactly like the one on my arm. The one Erika designed especially for me.
My throat clenches in emotion.
“It’s always been you, princess,” Ben says before leaning down, taking my lips in a devastating kiss as my body explodes, and I scream into his mouth.
He continues pistoning in and out of my body, prolonging the orgasm, then he stills, his cock pulsating inside me.
Tearing his lips from mine, he groans, “I’m putting my baby in this belly so every fucker knows you are mine,” before collapsing to his elbows.
He buries his face in my neck, his large body blanketing mine, then releases my legs, so I wrap them around him, drawing him close. God, I never want to let him go.
Our breathing slowly returns to normal, and he shifts, kissing my neck and sucking my earlobe before biting it. My body trembles.
“We’re going to talk about this.” Ben flexes his hips, gliding his cock into my body. “You let me and your father believe you were raped. But it can wait. Right now, I want to get you into a tub because I just took you harder than I should have for your first time.”
I nod, still incapable of speech.