Chapter Four
Naya couldn’t stop herself from begging Dutch to help her. She hated the way she felt, but she couldn’t think of anyone else she’d want to help her through this.
She couldn’t believe how much pain she was in. Was this really the way passion felt? The way her stomach cramped, her breasts ached, and her vagina spasmed were things she’d never heard of before.
She tugged on his shirt again. “Please,” she begged.
Dutch sighed and bent to her again. His mouth was gentle on hers, but he swiftly deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
She heard a moan and was shocked to realize it had come from her.
She pressed her body against his and felt immense pleasure when her nipples rubbed against his massive chest. He started kissing her again, and she clung to him.
Normally, she would have been embarrassed, but at that moment, all she felt was desperate.
She felt a tingle start at the base of her spine when he used his tongue in her mouth. She’d heard about French kissing but never realized how it would feel. She thought maybe it was the drug that made her feel so close to him and not the kiss.
Naya felt his hand cup her breast and his thumb rub over her tit, sending a shard of sensation through her, making her arch against him.
The kiss deepened, and she felt his fingers start to pinch her nipple.
The pressure made the ball of misery in her gut expand suddenly and then burst. She screamed and stiffened.
She tore her mouth away from his because she couldn’t catch her breath, and the sensation was so overwhelming.
Only when she was starting to settle did she hear him murmuring to her, and it made her feelings for him grow and deepen.
“How are you feeling, babe?” he asked as he studied her face.
“I ... better, I think.”
He smiled. “Good. Let’s relax. I’m not sure what’s going to happen with the drug he gave you. How did he get you to take it, by the way?”
“I think he slipped it into my glass of Coke, which I had under the bar. He could have done it when Barry, the bartender, turned away. What’s going to happen to him?”
“Don’t worry about that, babe.”
“How am I going to deal with him on Monday at work?” she asked.
Dutch paused for a moment. “You won’t have to worry about him ever again.”
Naya opened her eyes and studied his face. “You mean you’re going to...”
Dutch shrugged, but she caught how hard and cold his eyes got. “I said, don’t worry about it.”
His voice was gruff and probably scared everyone else, but he’d never scared her for some reason. She nodded, closed her eyes, and felt herself drift.
She had no idea how much time passed when the pain in her gut started to build. She stiffened. “Dutch...”
“I know, babe.” He bent and started kissing her. It was not the soft, slow kind he’d given her before. This kiss went deep and passionate at the start, and it took her breath away.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to give herself over to him.
“Let’s get this shirt off of you,” he said. He lifted and yanked it off so smoothly it took her a moment to realize she was lying there in her bra. She sucked in a startled breath and tried to cover herself with her hands.
Dutch shook his head. “No. Don’t ever cover yourself when you’re with me.”
She opened her mouth to argue when a spike of pain hit her midsection. “I...”
Dutch started kissing her again, and she felt his hand slide over her upper body before cupping her breast again. When his fingers started to press on her nipple, she waited for the pain to burst again and give her some relief.
She groaned and withered. “It’s not helping.” She heard his soft curse.
“Babe, I’m going to have to take this further if you’re going to get any relief.”
“How?”
“I’m going to undress you.”
She shook her head frantically. “I can’t...”
“Yes, you can.” He cupped her face. “You trust me, right?”
She nodded.
“I’m going to have to give you more so you can come. I’m afraid that each time my ... loving is going to have to go farther for you to get relief. Just know I’ll take care of you, and just trust me.”
The pain was building and was harsher than before. It made it nearly impossible to understand him. All she heard at first terrified her when he talked about going farther, but she didn’t have a choice, and he was the only one she trusted to help her through the situation. She nodded.
She felt her bra loosen and then saw it fly over his shoulder before she felt his fingers at the button of her jeans. Within a minute, she was lying against him, naked. She’d never been naked with anyone since she was very young and her mother bathed her.
The agony was growing by the minute, and it took away any reasoning she had.
Naya was vaguely aware when his hand slid down, but he had started kissing her neck, and it distracted her. It was such a wonderful feeling that she moaned and tilted her head to the side to give him better access.
Her hips jolted when she felt his fingers separate her pussy lips and start to press on the little bud in between. She hadn’t realized how good it would make her feel. She’d never had the urge to touch herself down there.
Fire burned in her veins, and she started to stiffen as it grew. She screamed as wave after wave of desire burst inside her, making her convulse and scream again. This time, when she settled, she fell right to sleep. Her body wasn’t used to this depth of uncontrollable pleasure.
The throbbing began to expand again. It went deeper, like an invisible current of electricity that spread throughout her body.
Before she could say anything, he started sucking on her tit as he pressed on her clit again.
The caresses should have thrown her over, but she was afraid he’d been right about needing more sensation to be able to orgasm and get relief.
A startling sense of being penetrated broke through the fog of desperation.
She couldn’t believe that just one of his fingers could make her cunt feel stretched.
Jesus, if he had to use his dick, it would tear her apart, and it sent a surge of fear through her.
Maybe he was really small down there. His hands could be bigger than his other parts, right? That thought helped her relax.
She felt the tip of his finger bump against something inside her. She felt him pause for a moment before starting to thrust in and out of her cunt.
It didn’t take long before a storm of pure, penetrating waves of pleasure rolled through her. When it finally passed, she felt the sweat trickling down her body as she struggled to return to a normal heart rhythm.
“I’ll be right back,” he said as he rolled out of the bed.
“Wait, where are you going?”
“To get you some water and something to eat. You’re going to need the energy, and I’m afraid you’ll become dehydrated because of your sweating and crying.” He tucked the blanket around her shoulders. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back before you know it. I’m just going to the kitchen. Rest.”
She nodded, closed her eyes, and felt her body sink deeper into the mattress as sleep started to drag her down.
No matter what, he would make her feel better, and that’s all that mattered.