Chapter 16
Ella
The fish and chips are amazing. As are the meat pies.
Out in the bay, dolphins are frolicking.
I literally cannot believe how beautiful this place is.
It feels like I’m being immersed in a world that shouldn’t even exist in the modern day.
All the buildings have a colonial style, many of them having been built when the first European settlers arrived.
The combined effect is one of being in a place entirely out of time.
I feel, for the first time in my life, something akin to happiness. It’s a strange kind of feeling because I thought happy was getting what or who I wanted, but right now, feeling happy is just feeling like myself in a place where nobody is demanding anything of me, and having everything I need.
My one regret is that I couldn’t bring Ethel. She would have hated the plane, and the quarantine regulations here are so strict I’m almost surprised they let people in at all.
Someone sits down at the picnic bench next to me.
“Enjoying the meal?”
“Took you long enough to find me.”
“I’m just happy you’re eating,” he says.
I still haven’t looked around. Why would I look at anything other than the sun dancing off the gleaming backs of leaping dolphins at play?
“I’m not going back,” I tell him.
“You don’t have to. This country is absolutely packed with the bunkers of the rich and famous. You picked one of the best places you could possibly go. Just like I knew you would.”
“Oh, you knew what I was going to do?”
“I knew you’d run as far away as you could. Antarctica is too cold. This is the next best place.”
I smile to myself ruefully. I suppose it’s a bit of a cliché.
I could have gone so many other places. Portugal would have been nice.
Or Scotland. Or Norway. Or maybe somewhere in South America.
I bet there are places I don’t even know about that would have been better.
All I really know is that I haven’t run far enough.
“Where are the others?”
“I don’t know,” he says. “We split up to find you. We are combing the world for you. I’m supposed to bring you back to the house, but we can make this easy. We can get married here.”
“Married, huh. You want to marry the woman who got your brother killed.”
“At some point you are going to have to give up on blaming yourself for that. You didn’t know what was going to happen to him.
You were being controlled by someone who had spent years of your life grooming you.
You were a victim, and the man who was responsible is long dead.
And you can spend the rest of your life believing that you’re a bad person, or you can spend it married, raising babies, and being happy. ”
“You want someone who has lived a normal life. You don’t want me. Everything inside me is the wrong way around. I was installed back to front. I don’t trust you, I don’t trust me, and the fact that you followed me across the world to catch up with me—if I was a healthy woman, I’d be terrified.”
I look over at Aiden. His always beautiful face is marred slightly by a set of bruises not entirely covered by sunglasses. I’d ask him what happened, but I can already guess. He got into a fight with one of the others. Luke, probably. Me running away probably pushed Luke to his limits.
“Oh. Well. Let me clarify for you. You should be afraid. We are also put together backwards, as you so eloquently put it. The three of us are obsessed with you. We would do anything to claim you. There is nowhere on this planet you can go that we will not find you. Let me prove it.”
“How can you prove it?”
Aiden leans back and slides a wad of cash over to me.
“Try again,” he says. “I’ll give you three days head start. Double back on your tracks, go anywhere you like. Stay in the best hotels, and take private planes. We will find you.”
“You’re letting me go?”
“No,” he says. “I will never let you go. I am demonstrating a fact that you need to understand. There is nowhere on this world that you do not belong to us, or where we will not find you. Now, come with me.”
“Why?”
“Because there’s something else I want to remind you of,” he says, taking me by the hand. He leads me to a cabin overlooking the bay. It’s simple, really. New Zealand accommodation has a minimalist bent almost by design.
It doesn’t matter. It’s private, and that’s all Aiden needs.
I have a pocket full of cash, but in short order, those pants are on the floor. He strips me to my underwear, then slides that off too. He remains in his suit, the casual brown of it looking timeless, just like him. There’s something timelessly elegant about this man.
He sits down on the bed and beckons me. I feel a little flush of excitement in my lower belly. I hesitate in my vulnerable naked state.
“I don’t want to be in trouble,” I say.
“You’re not in trouble,” he says. I believe him.
I go to him and I let him take me over his knee. He doesn’t make me admit it, but I have missed this. There’s a comfort and security in this position. It feels like being taken care of. Aiden’s big hands roam over my back, thighs, and cheeks.
Then he smacks my ass, hard. Once. The sting blushes across my cheeks and I let out a little moan of memory.
He is an absolute master of discipline. He knows how to hit just hard enough to get the response he needs.
He could hurt me easily if he wanted to.
He could take out the frustration and expense of coming all the way here on my ass.
He could lecture me for being a bad girl who doesn’t do as she’s told. But he doesn’t.
“Remember what this feels like,” he says. “Because when you’re home again, this is how every day is going to feel. You’re going to be kept in line, you’re going to be disciplined. And you’re going to be fucked.”
He slides his fingers inside my pussy, two entering me in one slow stroke. I am already wet. I think I was wet the moment I saw him and realized how easily he had hunted me down.
He alternately spanks and fingers me until I am grinding his thigh, practically begging for his cock. The feeling of the rich material of his suit against my bare skin adds another layer to the sensations. Aiden knows how to erotically demonstrate his power.
When I am almost certain I can’t take it any longer, he slides me off his lap and onto the bed. He stands up over me, giving me new orders.
“Lie down on your back, lift your knees to your chest, then spread them and hold them open with your hands,” he says. “I want to see all of your core.”
I am already on my back, but I hesitate to do as he says. It’s such a brazen display, and I am not a brazen woman. I still retain some shyness, especially when it comes to this man and his perpetual emotional self-control.
Aiden is patient with me. He puts his hands on my shins and pushes my legs up and out until I am in the incredibly lewd position he wants me in. My pussy is entirely exposed, and everything else besides.
“Hold your legs,” he says.
He slides two fingers back inside me as I do as he tells me, and his thumb rubs light circles around my clit. He is re-stoking the fire, driving me back to that crazed verge of lust.
“What do you want right now?”
“I want…” I blush, because I know he wants me to say what I want, and what I want is filthy. “Would you please fuck me?”
“Good girl,” he praises, pulling his fingers out of me, and giving my clit a few light pats. My back arches and I lift my hips up to his hand. I want this so badly. I need him inside me. It has been only a week since I ran; he found me quickly, but my desire for sex is intense.
He slides his fly down and frees his thick cock.
He is a very well-endowed man, and his cock is at full mast. He slides the length of his shaft along my slit back and forth a few times, tenderly teasing my pussy.
He bumps the head of his cock against my clit, then slides it down and almost pushes it inside me, but doesn’t.
“Keep holding yourself open,” he says. “I want to keep playing with you. You are so pretty when you’re desperate to be bred.”
“Bred?” I squeak. I am pretending not to know what they intend to do with me, even though they’ve told me so many times, and even though I am almost certain I am already pregnant. There’s just not the time to really deal with that or think about it, so I don’t.
“That’s right. You’re going to have your pussy fucked, and bred. You’ll have my cum inside you next time you run.”
He pushes the head inside me, then pulls out and pushes it back inside. Then he pulls out, and pushes it in. I am being fucked, but by slow, torturous degrees.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so wet.
Is it the excitement of seeing me again?
Or is it the thrill of being chased?” He pulls his cock out and taps the underside of the head against my clit again.
The warmth of his flesh and the slickness of my own juices used to lube his toying with me make me even more desperate to be fucked.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Please what?”
“Please put it all the way inside me.” I blush saying it, but I have to, because I need his cock more than anything.
He smirks down at me. “Soon, baby. You’ll have your full dose of cock very soon. But you have to be patient for the moment. I want you right on the verge of orgasm. I want you to be so desperate to come you can’t live without it.”
That said, he gives me a few casual strokes, in and out. Nothing that goes deep, and nothing that speaks to deep intimacy. He’s just casually using the hole between my legs to pleasure himself.
“Keep holding yourself open for me,” he says, giving me another stroke, then pulling out and pausing with just the head of his cock inside me. He keeps it there, then pulls his phone out of his pocket and takes a picture of the place where his body joins with mine.
I moan softly as he spanks my clit a few times, pinching it and rolling it between his fingers until I can hardly take it anymore.
“Please just fuck me,” I plead.