Chapter 16 #2
“You’re going to be fucked,” he says. “I’m going to ravage this little cunt nice and long and hard. But you have to be patient. After the way you have behaved lately, you’re due some training.”
“What kind of training?” I whimper at him.
“Obedience. Submission. Being the good girl I know you can be.”
He fucks the entrance of my pussy with quick, swift little strokes, then slides in deeper, finally giving me the deep fucking I’ve been wanting. “There you go,” he says as I let out a long, low moan. “Take my cock, baby. Take it deep.”
I have no choice. The position makes it very easy for him to go all the way as deep as anyone can go inside me. He grinds and rolls his hips, and fucks me the way I need to be fucked.
“That’s right,” he says. “Keep yourself open for me.”
I do as he says, because I have to. My brain has been put into some kind of obedience mode, and all I want to do, all I can do, is what he says. My head drops back, my eyes roll, my toes curl, and he fucks me into both submission and pure ecstasy.
I am making sounds like a desperate animal as every muscle in my body contracts.
My fingers dig deep into my thighs, gripping tightly as I keep myself spread for him.
His thumb strums my clit until I shriek and come and he joins me in release.
I feel his cock thicken and pulse inside me and I know that once again I am being filled to the brim with his seed.
He’s breeding me, just like he promised he would, and I want nothing more than to take every bit of his cum.
As the orgasm subsides and my head clears, I am aware that I have found myself back in the arms of one of the men who has hunted me and held me captive, and who I ran from in absolute guilt and shame.
Both of those feelings keep trickling back as he keeps me wrapped in his arms. I can’t keep them at bay.
I breathe and they swell inside me, displacing all the warmth and tenderness I might otherwise have felt.
I sit up, wrap the sheet around my breasts, try to hide a part of myself that has already been laid bare.
Aiden laid down next to me, now he reaches up and rubs his hand along my back in a soothing way.
“You don’t have to run. You can just come home.”
I sob at the word home. I can’t believe that these men want me so much. I know I don’t deserve it. I don’t know how to express it in a way that he won’t immediately dismiss.
I stand up and start looking for my clothes.
I am dripping with cum. It is sliding down my leg.
I pull on my underwear and my leggings, knowing that it will feel sticky later, but right now I just need to be clothed again.
I need armor against these feelings that are so in contrast to the vulnerability I just shared with this otherwise absolutely impenetrable man.
Aiden
She looks like a frightened creature. All the rough punishment does nothing to her constitution, but use words like love, or home, and she starts shaking like a leaf.
“I’m going to go,” she says.
“I wish you wouldn’t.”
She gives me a weak smile. “You said you’d find me again, right?”
She checks her pockets for the cash and finds that it’s all there. Enough money to take her wherever in the world her heart desires.
The essence of her love still hasn’t dried on my cock and she’s already wanting to rush away. I wish she didn’t have that urge, but as long as she does, it’s better to let her go.
“I’m sorry,” she says with a little sob.
I could get up and stop her. I could tell her I am taking her home. She would come with me if I framed it as an order. But I won’t.
Her eyes are welling with tears as she leaves the little cabin where we made love.
I know that she has been changed in a deep, but quiet way.
I’ve shown her several things. One, that I can find her.
Two, that I will still love her when she has done what she thinks is the worst. Three, that I am confident enough to let her go.
She will miss my collar and my cage. She will come back for it, sooner or later, and this time she will not complain about the bars.
She will welcome them, and her own submission.
As Leo predicted, this is a game that is actually quite enjoyable. We will likely only get to play it once. I extended it for another round, and in doing so I have prolonged all our pleasure.
I said I would give her a three-day head start, and I am nothing if not a man of my word. I decide I may as well go on a small cruise in the harbor to spot a whale or similar. I haven’t seen a whale in some time.
My phone rings.
It’s Luke.
“Hm?” I answer with a hint of a question.
“Aiden. You need to come home. Now.”
“Why?”
“Leo’s been shot. He’s alive, but he’s in a bad way.”
“This is a ruse to get me off her tail, I presume, and a pretty transparent one.” He has no idea that I’ve already found her, and I do not intend to tell him. I am certain I will be the one to find her a second time as well. My brothers seem to be facing quite the challenge in this hunt.
Luke’s voice deepens. “Seriously, Aiden. Leo’s been shot.”
“Then make a video call and show me.”
“You’re an asshole, you know that?”
He sounds stressed. If this is a prank, it’s a terrible and convincing one.
Luke video-calls me, and turns the phone to a hospital bed where Leo is lying with a tube in his mouth and a dozen wires all connected in arcane medical ways.
“I’m coming,” I say.
It takes twelve hours to reach home. Not even the fastest private charters can make the journey shorter than that. Luke has made the hospital details available to me, and I charter a helicopter from the airport in order to reach it as quickly as possible.
I walk into the room and find Leo there in the hospital bed. There is something furry by his side, something that starts snarling at me as I enter.
They’ve snuck the dog in.
Of course they have. Why would any of us follow rules, or protocol, or stay relatively un-shot for more than ten minutes. Perhaps it is the effect of seeing Ella and having her walk away, or maybe it is simply the stress of having another brother seriously injured, but my mood is very dark.
He doesn’t have a tube down his throat anymore. He looks a lot brighter. That is good, I tell myself. Actually, given that it is Leo, he looks like an orderly businessman in bed.
“Who did this?”
“Technically, me.”
Luke answers. He was sitting in an armchair conveniently located away from the door. He stands up as I enter, looking far too pleased with himself for someone who has severely injured his brother.
“You did this?”
“Yes,” Luke says. “But to be fair, I did tell you. Leo got shot. That was the relevant information.”
“I did get shot,” Leo agrees. I can’t be angry at him, because he’s probably on an absolute cocktail of painkillers.
“It’s just I shot him,” Luke says, grinning like the idiot he must surely be.
I’m sure there’s more to this story. I am equally sure I don’t want to hear it. For them to make me think we might lose Leo after what happened to Teddy is unforgivable. For Luke to shoot him is unforgivable.
I struggle to keep my temper.
Luke
Aiden looks annoyed. I didn’t expect him to be in a good mood, but I didn’t think he was going to be this irritable. Wherever he was, it must have really pissed him off.
“I’ve made a decision,” he says. “Neither one of you are responsible enough for marriage. I’m marrying Ella. The two of you can go to whichever circle of hell you find the most comfortable.”
Aiden spins on his heel and stalks out of the room. I half expect to hear the chopper being recalled, but I suppose those come and go all the time given this is a hospital. He’s not going to leave the both of us and go find Ella again, is he?
“Fuck,” I mutter to myself.
I feel like I’m ten years old again, and Aiden, the only authority in the family, is mad at me.
“Did you hear that?” I turn to Leo, who is unconcerned. He doesn’t care if Aiden is mad. He’s closer to him in age, and I think that helps. Also, he’s a psychopath, and that will help too.
“He’s upset,” Leo says. “He doesn’t know how to tell me he’s glad I’m alive, so he tells us both to go to hell. Classic psychology.”
“I knew he’d be pissed. I didn’t think he’d be hurt. Aiden doesn’t have feelings, does he?”
Leo shrugs and takes another bite of hospital Jell-O. “He will listen when he calms down.”
Ethel snorts and sneezes on him, which is her way of saying she also wants some. He picks up a little plastic spoon from the side table and gives her a bit. It’s probably not good for her, but he’s enjoying having earned the favor of the little psycho.
Aiden
I go for a walk around the hospital grounds to calm down.
I may have overreacted, or if not overreacted, at least not reacted in the right way.
I know Luke wouldn’t hurt Leo for no reason.
I also know that we are continuing to be weak because we keep exposing ourselves to the evils of the world every time we do anything even slightly amusing.
A global woman hunt should have been something we could enjoy as a family without this happening.
“It’s not as bad as it seems,” Luke says, catching up with me in a rose garden. He looks guilty and stressed.
“Please tell me why you shot him.”
“I had to shoot him. He was being held hostage by a few stragglers of BP’s gang,” Luke says. “And like I was taught, you have to shoot the hostage.”
“So you shot him in the stomach?”
“Well, I, uh. My aim was slightly… well, in the moment, I thought it would be for the best. Lots of arteries other places. I figured he didn’t need his guts as much because there’s so much of them. Like a football field’s worth or something? Just made sure to miss the spine?”
I don’t even want to begin to unpack that logic.
“You could have shot the people holding him hostage.”
“I did that too, but I needed them to think I didn’t give a fuck about him, and once he was down and bleeding they were too busy being all ‘oh my god’ to notice the bullets that came their way. This wasn’t a prank to fuck with you, dude.”
“If you call me dude again, I might shoot you,” I say.
The amount of trouble my brothers can get themselves into when I am not watching has always been monumental.
“I’m sorry we scared you like that. I should have given you more details, but I think the phones might be bugged, or I don’t know. What I can tell you is that BP’s organization isn’t as gone as we would have liked. There’re more people. There might even be someone above him.”
This is the thing with killing bad guys. There’s always a hydra. You take out one guy, two more worse men appear in his place. Sometimes it’s better to keep the bad guy in place just to stop that happening.
“Ella is on the loose,” I say. “If they found you…”
“Yeah. They might find her. But on the plus side, she’s not with us, so they might think she escaped.”