5. Dahlia
We spentthe drive to the ferry in silence, mostly because the driver could overhear anything we said but also because both of us were shaken by what had happened. Drake and I had truly believed we’d slid into the shadows, and we were hunting Sam while hiding from the authorities. Neither of us had believed there was any way he could have hunted us down. Hell, we were having a hard enough time searching for him through the various internet sources and tools Drake had. The fact that he’d not only found us here but had been bold enough to invade our personal space was scary. The fact that he was so confident that he didn’t even bother trying to kill us the night before was somehow more terrifying.
If it had been me? I’d have burst in, using surprise and shock to kill Sam where he slept. The restraint he’d shown gave me chills. It meant he wasn’t the slightest bit scared he’d lose us again. It was like being a rat trapped in a cage, and a ravenous cat was staring down at us, simply waiting for his hunger to become too much.
Every few minutes, I turned, craning my neck, checking behind us. I had no clue how to tell if a car was tailing us. Each time I looked, a different car or moped was behind us, and that gave me a little comfort. At least Sam wasn’t glaring at me through a windshield. I’d have probably pissed myself if I’d had to see that.
“You like Corfu?” the driver asked, his voice heavily accented. “You American?”
“Canadian,” Drake said quickly, maintaining our cover. “It’s very nice.”
The driver smiled and nodded his head while pointing to the left, toward the sea. “She is a beauty. Very nice. Is anything at home like this?”
“Hudson Bay is, well, not quite as warm and pleasant,” Drake said.
“Hudson Bay?” he said awkwardly. “I do not know this.” He glanced back at us for a second, obviously confused.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “It’s very lovely here.”
That was the truth too. As I told Drake, I hated the idea of leaving. That beach house had truly been the most amazing place I’d ever lived. In my wildest dreams as a child and young adult, I’d never imagined even walking through a place like that, much less living there for weeks. For a short time, I’d allowed myself to believe that life could be more than terror. More than running and hiding, worrying about what was going to happen next. Sam had annihilated that, and when I finally had him in my grasp, he’d beg me to die. I wouldn’t stop until he screamed for me to stop, and then I’d do more.
Again, a fleeting and intrusive idea formed. Should I leave Drake? Hide by myself? Maybe I’d be safer alone. Sam had to hate Drake more than me. I had money. Between my bag and my pockets there was nearly twenty thousand dollars on me. Much more than I’d ever had in my life. I could vanish. Hide away somewhere. Get another job as a waitress or something. London? Paris? Moscow? I could do it.
Glancing across the seat at Drake, that thought melted away, as it always did. I couldn’t leave him. Never. He’d been the one person who’d ever shown me what I could be. I could look past the danger and lies and see that he’d freed me. Plus, I wasn’t entirely sure I could go back to normal life. The surge of delirious excitement that came from punishment was like a drug. One that I had no idea how to replicate, and without Drake, I’d be floundering in a life that gave me none of that. Now, I craved the sticky feel of drying blood on my hands, the piercing shriek of agony as skin was flayed off, and the way the light faded from the eyes as life leaked out of them. Imagining it was getting me turned on. Even now, running for our lives, it seemed I was insatiable.
The driver was quiet the rest of the drive and even offered to carry our bags to the ferry for us.
“We’re good,” Drake said, clutching his backpack close and giving the driver a suspicious look.
Any ill will the man may have had vanished when Drake handed him a one-hundred Euro note. The man’s eyes bulged in surprise and delight.
“Thank you, Canada,” he said with a belly laugh and got back in his car.
Drake, ignoring the man, swept his gaze across the dock, scanning for danger—or perhaps a familiar face. I did the same, but found nothing. It was still early in the morning, and few people were out and about yet.
“Do you think he followed us?” The thought had been bouncing through my mind since the moment we left the house.
“I don’t think so. If he did, he’s done a good job of staying hidden. Come on.”
Drake took my hand and led me toward the boat. The ship was much bigger than I’d anticipated. When he’d said “ferry,” I’d anticipated a small dumpy tugboat style ship. This was more like a miniature cruise ship. The bottom was an enclosed parking area for cars, while the upper two levels appeared to be for passengers.
“Hello. Angliká?” Drake asked at the ticket booth.
The woman behind the glass nodded. “English? Yes, sir. How may I help you?”
Drake gave her his ticket number from the purchase he’d made on the way. After a few taps of keys on her computer, she nodded.
“Yes, Mr. Smith. We have you and your wife booked in a single cabin. Do you have any luggage you need stowed?”
“Just carryons,” Drake said. “No need.”
“And is there a vehicle we will be parking for you?”
“No. Thank you.”
A few moments later, a porter led us onto the ship. Drake led me to one of the upper decks, and I had a hard time not gaping at the ship. It actually was a small cruise ship. The decor was a bit outdated, but otherwise it was exactly what I’d expect. There was even a pool and hot tub.
Our first stop was in our cabin. Not what I’d have called luxurious. One double bed sat against the wall with what looked like cheap sheets and a bedspread. A small desk sat beneath the porthole and had one chair. The attached bathroom was nothing but a toilet, a tiny stall shower and the smallest sink I’d ever seen in my life. Drake checked and double checked the lock on the door.
“Not very strong,” Drake said. “I’ll probably put the chair against the door to make sure no one can get in.”
Remaining silent, I watched him go through the tiny room, checking for god knew what, and when he was finally satisfied, he locked back up. We went to the small bar that sat at the top level of the ship and sat down, keeping our bags with us. Less than thirty minutes after taking our seats, the boat departed, motoring out into the Ionian Sea, leaving Greece behind.
“Drinks?” a steward asked, approaching our table.
“Vodka cranberry, please,” Drake said, gazing out at the ocean.
“Whisky and coke?” I said.
The steward grinned and nodded. “Very well.”
The next hour was spent in silence. At random times, Drake would hiss something under his breath. “How did he find us?” or “Why didn’t I know?” and then “What the hell is his game?”
This was not healthy. I’d seen Drake stressed before but this was a whole new level. Sam getting so close to us without our knowledge was weighing on him. Me too, honestly, but I hated what it was doing to Drake. He needed to get his mind off things.
Drake had only ordered one drink, and had been nursing it for a while, fingers slowly twisting the glass in small circles on the table as his steely eyes stared out at the endless expanse of the sea.
Reaching forward, I touched his hand. Drake glanced toward me, a questioning look in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“How long is this trip anyway?” I asked.
“To Brindisi? About seven or eight hours. Why?”
I lifted an eyebrow. “We need to get some rest, but I think you need to work off some of that adrenaline. What do you think?”
He kept his eyes locked on mine for several long seconds before a mischievous grin spread across his lips.
“Now? Do you think that’s safe?”
I leaned forward, holding his gaze and dropping my voice. “I need you to fuck me. Are you gonna do it or not?”
“How can I say no to an offer like that?”
Quickly, he gathered our things and made for the tiny room we’d be using for the next eight hours. Drake locked the door and as he promised, slid the small chair under the knob for extra security. While he did, I stripped my top off. By the time he turned around, my bra had already dropped down to the floor.
“My, my,” Drake said with a smile. “You are an amazing creature, Dahlia Belrose. I think I need to show you how special you are.” She stepped toward me, unzipping his pants. “Would that make you happy?”
My pussy was wet, and the way he looked at me, with that insatiable lust and hunger, only made it worse. My skin buzzed, ready for his touch. I wanted him to make me come. Screaming, while he slammed his cock into me, but even more than that, I wanted him to feel good. The power I enjoyed so much when punishing assholes was similar to the power I felt when I made Drake’s knees weak. Having this strong and assured man turn to putty in my hands was almost, almost, as satisfying as hearing a guilty person scream to god for help.
His dick was already hard when he slipped it free from his fly. Before he could say or do anything, I dropped to my knees, clutched the base of his shaft, and slid the full length of him into my mouth. The hot and silky-smooth skin filling me, my lips stretched taut as Drake ran his fingers through my hair.
“Oh god,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Suck me, Dahlia. Take me.”
Grabbing his ass with my hands, I pulled him close, letting his cock press deeper, all the way to the back of my throat, almost choking me. I massaged the bottom of his dick with my tongue, saliva making everything slick. Then, without warning, he began to thrust into my mouth, fucking my face. I moaned, swallowing back my gag reflex as he pulled the full length of himself out of my mouth until just the tip sat on my lips, and then he pressed all the way in again. Drake groaned, and I urged him on, pulling on him, digging my fingers into the cheeks of his ass.
His fingers wound into my hair, and in one swift movement, he yanked my head back, sending a jolt of pleasurable pain through my scalp as he tugged his cock free of my mouth. He leaned down and kissed me. His lips sliding on the spit that coated my mouth.
“Mmm,” he said, finishing the kiss. “I love the taste of my cock on your lips.”
The words brought a smile to my face, and I worked his belt free and tugged his pants down while he pulled his shirt off. Within moments, we were both naked on the bed and all over each other. Drake’s hands glided across my small breasts, pinching and tugging at my nipples, forcing me to gasp in pain.
“It’s like that, is it?” I whispered then leaned forward, sinking my teeth into his shoulder.
I bit down. Hard. Drake let out a groaning curse as I nearly broke the skin.
“Just for that,” Drake said, spinning me around on my stomach, “I’m gonna make you beg for my cock before I give it to you.”
Looking over my shoulder at him, I grinned. “Promises, promises.”
He smiled and then leaned forward, burying his face in my pussy. I expelled a pent up and deep sigh as his tongue flicked across my soaking wet cleft. Spreading my legs, I gave him better access to devour me and pressed my face into the pillow of the small bed.
Drake’s fingers dug deep into my hips as he slid the full length of his tongue into me, his lower lip pressed against my clit, sending threads of pleasure pulsing through me. A moment later, he slid his tongue up to circle the tight opening of my ass. I panted into the sheets, pressing my hips into his face, urging him on.
A finger slid deep into my cunt a moment later, and my eyes rolled back. The delicious slippery thrust as a second finger joined in, spreading me open while he still probed at my asshole with his tongue.
“Fuck me, Drake.” I groaned into the sheets. “I need it.”
“What did you say?” he asked, finally pulling his face away.
“I said fuck me.”
“I told you you’d need to beg for it.” He slipped a third finger into my pussy, making me squeal in delight. “Now beg.”
“Please…oh god…Please fuck me.”
He thrust his fingers faster than ever, ramming his hand into me, digging his fingertips into my g-spot with every stroke. I was going to come if he didn’t stop soon.
“Do better. Tell me exactly what you want,” Drake whispered, never slowing his hand.
I could barely think, much less speak, as the surge of pleasure continued to escalate.
“I want…fuck…I want your dick in me.” I swallowed and tried to organize my thoughts. “I want your cock in all my holes, I want you pulling my hair, biting me, fucking me. Please, Drake. Please!”
“That’s my good girl,” he said and pulled his fingers free of me.
The loss of his warmth within me gave me a sudden and aching emptiness. I heard rustling and looked back to see Drake pulling a small bottle of petroleum jelly from my toiletry bag. A second later, he smeared a huge glob onto my asshole.
“Oh my god.” I moaned as I felt the head of his cock pressing into the tight opening a moment later.
“Take this cock like a good girl, and I’ll make you come harder than you ever have,” Drake said, running his fingers of his free hand across my back.
“Uh huh.” I reached back, grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading them wide for him. “Give me that dick.”
Inch after glorious inch slowly and gently slipped into me, filling me so tightly that it almost felt like a religious experience. Once he was fully inside me, I took a few steadying breaths to prepare myself. My clit thrummed and buzzed. My pussy throbbed with pleasure, feeling Drake’s huge cock stretching me. Everything was on edge, ready to crash over the side.
“Now I’ll show you how a man takes what belongs to him,” Drake said.
I smiled in delight. I was his. And he was mine.
When he began thrusting into me, the feeling was otherworldly. I came almost immediately, legs shaking and calling out his name, but we were only getting started. Drake rode me like I was a mare that needed to be broken and he was the stallion slamming his cock into my body. Arousal fluid seeped from my pussy, soaking the sheets beneath me. Sweat dripped from Drake’s body onto my back as he worked himself into a lather. Every stroke of his cock in my ass sent warm and powerful waves of pleasure through me. After a while, I lost track of time. All that I knew was Drake, his beautiful cock, and my own moans and gasps of delight.
Drake, after several minutes of that, reached around my body and found my pussy with his hand, sliding two fingers into me while his cock still pounded away at my ass. A new sensation filled me, one like an explosion swelling from within. I’d never been so close to something so strong. I imagined a mushroom cloud billowing up inside me, rising toward the sky, the fire and shock wave preparing to hit.
Leaning in, Drake put his lips to my ear. “Do you want me to come in that tight little ass, Dahlia? Do you?”
“Yes,” I shouted, throwing off all pretense and letting my voice raise to a yowl. “Come in me. Give me your cum, baby.”
The combination of his fingers in my pussy and his cock in my ass was nearly too much. I bit down on the covers, stifling the shouts of ecstasy that burst from my mouth as I neared an earth-shattering climax. Then, with a grunt and tremulous shiver, Drake came. His cock pulsed within me, spurting his cum into my body. I was done. My eyes rolled back, and I screamed as my climax overtook me, twice, no, three times as powerful as the first. My body bucked and shook as he continued to slide himself in and out of me, riding the wave of pleasure as I nearly lost my mind.
At last, after what felt like days, he stopped moving, collapsing against my sweat slicked back. The pulsing waves of bliss still trickled through me, but I’d finally gotten myself under control, only quivering every few seconds.
“Did I give you what you needed?” Drake asked in a whisper.
“Holy fuck,” I said. “Hell, yes, but I’m not gonna be able to sit for a week.”
“Come on, let’s shower then get something to eat.” Drake helped me off the bed.
For a few minutes, we’d managed to forget everything. In the throes of passion and lust, for a little while anyway, everything had vanished. Sam, the police, the terror. Yet, even now, the haze of sexual rapture was fading. Again, my thoughts drifted toward our unseen enemy and what he might be planning.