27. Chapter 27
I t was the next day after almost being captured and returned to the life of a slave.
Escaping had been bloody, but it was good that none of it was ours.
I was unpacking the groceries Angel bought my mother when she walked in and poured herself a cup of coffee he made.
He shouldn’t have been working at all, but at least he went to take a nap after I threatened him with no sex for the next three months.
My mother sat at the small kitchen table and sipped her coffee with trembling hands, clearly still reeling from last night.
I understood her reaction, but I’d been conditioned to a life of pain, abuse, and not having choices.
It hadn’t all been bad. There were a couple of people who had been kind to me.
And sometimes even Father had his moments when he wasn’t so horrible, gentle even.
The best days were those when they would all leave me alone to watch some cartoons or read children’s books.
I didn’t mind anyone not touching me, but it was lonely, too.
Once I had everything put away, I made myself a bowl of fruity cereal. Despite needing to not be a boy anymore, I craved the sugar and bursts of flavor. Angel said I didn’t have to be an adult all the time, so I didn’t feel bad for eating children’s cereal.
I sat across from her and stared at her efforts to maintain control, but she wasn’t doing so well. I tried to understand and have empathy, but it also upset me, and I found myself getting angry at her. It wasn’t her fault, but I had suffered for a long time. She needed to be stronger than this.
“Stop it,” I said, snapping at her.
She stared dully at me. “Stop what?”
“It’s over. They’re dead. It’s time to be strong.”
“Dammit, Luca! This isn’t an everyday thing for me. Don’t you dare gaslight me. First, you shoot your father to death, and I didn’t blame you, but… so much violence and blood… I’m not used to this way of life. It’s going to take me a while to move on.”
“Not used to this way of life?” I fisted my hand and slammed it on the table. It wasn’t like me to get angry, and when I was, they usually beat it out of me. But I couldn’t help it. “Do you know what they did to me when they first took me away?”
She looked away and shook her head. “I… I don’t—”
“What? Don’t want to hear it? You know some of it already, but you’re going to listen.
They threw me into an empty room without clothes.
I was eight years old. They left me in there for so long that I lost track of time, not that I was good at keeping track of it.
They fed me once a day, and I had to go to the bathroom in a bucket that they cleaned out every few days.
Once they felt me sufficiently broken, they took me out, bathed me, and…
That’s when they started doing things to me.
If I cried, they’d spank me. But not like a regular spanking.
They used a cane. Sometimes it was too much, and I blocked it out, getting lost in my head—”
Tears spilled down her face, her coffee long forgotten. “Please, Luca… I can’t hear the details.”
“Eleven years of this. Eleven years of being raped and beaten into submission. They denied me everything that would help me learn and grow. To keep me stupid and under control. I suffered! They will pay! So, get used to it!”
Her hands rushed to her face to cover her sobbing. Suddenly, I deflated and was hit with some guilt, but I stood by my words and didn’t apologize to her.
“I’m sorry. So sorry. I should never have believed him. All your pain…” Then she looked up at me with red and wet eyes. “But I suffered, too. I lost my only child, believing you were dead. I grieved for so long. Your father hurt us both, and I don’t fucking miss him.”
With a heavy sigh, she reached for my fist on the table and loosened my fingers before putting her hand in mine.
“I can’t fix any of this. And I’m not going to lie; I’m scared.
But I’m trying to be strong. You have to give me some time.
I know you hurt, and I will never fully comprehend how much.
It hurts so much to hear that I want to vomit. ”
She wiped her face with a free hand as I processed her words. “I love you, Luca. You came back to me broken but surprisingly strong. I’m grateful you lived, and I’m going to do my best for you. But please, give me time.”
The guilt gnawed at my heart. I shouldn’t have yelled at her. None of this was her fault. My only guide to how people react around me and this situation was Angel. He was a steady rock. I needed to realize that not everyone was as strong as him. “I’m sorry, Mother.”
She gave me a small, wet smile. “Please, would you call me Mom? That’s what you used to call me.”
“Okay.”
After I finished my cereal, I glanced back at her and sighed. I was so mean. “I’m sorry… Mom.”
“It’s okay, honey. I’m sorry, too.”
After lunch, Angel woke up, and we headed back home. I hugged my mother and promised to see her soon and text her often.
Once we walked into the house, my body relaxed, not realizing how tense I was. I had missed it, even if it had only been a day really, but it seemed like weeks.
“Do you want to curl up and watch a movie?” I asked.
He raised a brow and shook his head slowly. “I have something else in mind.” His hand traveled between my legs, making me instantly harden.
I groaned, needing him, but I worried about his head. “We shouldn’t. You need to rest and take it easy. And you need to get stronger for what’s to come.”
“Oh, I plan on coming.”
I covered my mouth and snorted a laugh. “I’m being serious.”
“So am I.”
Angel’s hand never left my penis as he nipped my neck. “I’ll just lay there while you use my body. How about that? You can just put your sweet, bubbly ass in my face, and I’ll lick you into blissful annihilation. Then you can ride my cock and own me.”
My face burned red. Sex was never a thing that made me blush, but no man had ever talked to me like Angel did. It was naughty and meant just for me. To please me.
“You, ah, make a very good argument.”
His laugh was nearly sinister, and he was quite pleased with himself. It was hard to say no to him, not that I ever wanted to. I was only worried about his head. I didn’t know much about concussions, but if he was dizzy and sleepy all the time, that wasn’t good.
His hand slipped inside my pants, and he grasped me. My breath caught, and I thrust into his fist.
“You have such a pretty cock, Sunshine. I want to suck on it, too.”
I moaned and whimpered at the same time, loving that Angel always wanted me to have pleasure.
“Get in that room and get naked for me. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
I ran toward our bedroom and quickly stripped off all my clothes. Then I hopped into the bed and sat cross-legged, holding Rabbit, to wait for him.
When he came in, his dark hair flopped over his face, and his green eyes were bright as he smirked at me, quite pleased I gave in so easily.
Every time I tried to help him undress, he told me no, so I sat and watched him get naked. At least he sat down doing it. I leaned against his back and gave him sweet kisses on his warm and soft skin.
He turned to face me, and took Rabbit, tossing him onto the chair by the window, then he lay on his back. “Straddle me with your ass facing me. I want to taste you for a bit.”
I did as I was told, and he grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to his mouth. My eyes shuttered closed when his breath puffed on my hole, making me shiver as goosebumps blanketed my skin. He was the only man to lick me there, and I loved it so much. It was a special treat.
His strong fingers spread my cheeks apart, and my breath caught with the first swipe of his tongue on my sensitive skin.
But I didn’t want just to sit there, so I grabbed his length, giving a few gentle tugs.
Before I could put him in my mouth, he stopped me.
“No, not yet. I want to come inside you.”
I bent forward and rested my head on his thigh, gently playing with his penis as he licked and probed me with his tongue. I relaxed into him as if his tongue melted my very bones, getting lost in the arousing sensation.
His fingers dug deep into my skin without hurting to pry me open more, and I sighed, hugging one of his thighs I rested on.
Soon, my body opened up for him, and his tongue thrust in and out of me, then he swirled it around before nipping my skin.
I leaked all over his stomach, wanting to finally release, but I held back so I could do it when he was inside me.
I liked it when I was on top of him, and I spilled over him, marking him and making him mine.
I was relaxed. Too relaxed, and I didn’t want to be that way anymore. I wanted to be filled with him.
“Angel… I need…”
“What do you need, Sunshine?”
“I need you inside me now.”
“Then let me prep you.”
“I’m ready.”
“Not with lube, you’re not.”
The sounds of him opening the drawer to his night table and digging around could be heard. He shut the drawer and opened the bottle. Soon, wet fingers were stretching me, reaching deep to hit that space between desperation and oblivion.
“I’m ready. I don’t… want to spill yet.”
“You can call it coming, you know.”
“It sounds better when you say it.”
He huffed a laugh and kissed one of my butt cheeks. “Turn around and use my cock, sweetness.”
I turned to face him, but before I put him in me, I leaned down to kiss him. His lips were covered in my taste, and he shoved his tongue into my mouth the same way he did to my hole.
“Put me in you now,” he growled.
My heart fluttered from the sound. He wasn’t my master, but he owned every bit of me…
willingly. His growling proved his ownership.
I sucked in my bottom lip and smiled as I grabbed him and slid him inside with ease.
I sighed in my pleasure, enjoying his eyes rolling back into his head and his fingers digging deep into my hips.
“Move, or I will,” he ordered.
“No, you won’t, or else this stops. You promised to take it easy.”
“You sure have gotten bossy.”
“It’s only out of love.”
Despite our banter, I did as he wanted and rolled my hips.
He hit that delicious spot that made me want to spill now, but at the same time, wanting to hold it all in to feel it longer.
My fingers dug into his chest, careful of the burns and bruises, feeling the hard flesh of his scars under my nails.
Angel was my wounded warrior. Each scar was from the battles he had lost and won. He may have bled and hurt, but he came back stronger and was a man I looked up to. To be strong like him and walk away with my head held high and my middle finger in the air to the world that wished us harm.
As the fire spread through my body, I closed my eyes and moved faster, controlling our climaxes, but Angel was having none of it. He gripped my hips tighter and forced me to move faster. I brushed his hands away so he didn’t strain himself, and I did as he wanted.
“Fuck, Sunshine. Your ass was made for me.”
“Yes…”
Then he grabbed my hardness and stroked as I bounced.
“This cock is mine.”
“Yes,” I breathed again.
Sweat gathered at my temples and forehead, and some dripped down my back the more I worked. My thighs were starting to burn, but I didn’t slow down.
Soon.
So much pressure and electricity and fire.
It grew overwhelming, blanketing me, making it hard to breathe until I couldn’t anymore.
My body froze for a blink before I spilled on my angel.
I watched it coat his skin as my body shuddered, but I resumed my bouncing, so he could finish, running my hands through my sticky release, spreading all over his chest and stomach.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
He growled again, and the first warm spurt filled me.
He pumped and pumped into me until he was spent.
I fell onto his messy chest, trying to catch my breath, but I didn’t let him slip out yet.
Gentle fingers along my back traced muscle and bone, drawing out sleepiness and relaxation.
My body was numb, unable to feel anything but his warmth until he shifted and slipped out of me.
My hole missed him, but the remnants of his presence leaked out, tickling me and reminding me I was his.
Soon, we fell asleep like that, holding each other, uncaring that we were covered in my seed.