Chapter Ten
Peyton
I jolt awake with a start as Bennett pushes inside me.
The man is insatiable, he fucked me when we got to bed last night after the shower, and now he’s taking me again.
Where does he get his stamina from? Aren’t older men meant to need longer to re-load?
Someone tell that to the man behind me, who’s currently forcing his giant dick and all eight of those delicious barbells inside me.
I’m not going to be able to walk at this point, not without a serious limp anyway.
“Fuck, sweet girl, you take my cock so well. You’re so fucking tiny, but you manage every inch of me, don’t you?” His words are whispered into my neck, his teeth scraping along my skin. “Tell me, does it hurt taking me?”
“Yes,” I moan. It does hurt, but it’s a delicious kind of pain, a sweet kind of pain that keeps you coming back for more.
He bites down on my neck and thrusts the last inch inside me, groaning as he fully seats himself inside my pussy.
I feel every single barbell, every ridge of his cock, everything.
I feel everything. His hips roll into mine, the strokes of his cock slow and deep.
“I’m going to take my time with you this morning,” he rasps in my ear.
“I’m going to spend every moment inside you until I have to drive you to work.
” Oh fuck, I’m definitely not walking again.
“I’m going to be dripping out of you while you’re treating your patients, and then when you get home tonight, I’ll fill you up again. ”
“I’ll be sore,” I whimper when his cock hits a particularly sensitive spot.
“Hmmm, yeah you will be. You’ll be my well used little fuck toy.
You’ll take me whenever I need you to, which will be all the fucking time.
” I tremble at his words, turned on beyond belief at the thought of him taking me when he wants, of being his to use.
It’s not something I ever thought I’d want, but holy shit it’s hot.
“You want that, don’t you? I can tell; your tight little cunt is squeezing me, my dirty girl. ”
His fingers find my clit and massage that bundle of nerves, I can feel my orgasm fluttering to the surface.
“Please, Bennett, make me come.”
“Oh, sweet girl, I’m going to make you come so much you’ll be begging me to stop.” He pinches my clit between his fingers and thrusts into me hard at the same time, triggering my orgasm. I cry out as pleasure suffuses my body.
“Good girl, that was one. Let’s see how many we can get out of you.”
Eight. Eight orgasms to match his eight barbells.
He said I got one for every piercing. My legs are actually shaking as I do my rounds of the ER.
I’m just grateful I’ve got the next three days off; the combination of the stalker, the break-in, work and Bennett has me exhausted.
Thankfully, so far, todays shift is relatively easy, the standard sort of cases have been coming through the doors.
I feel my phone vibrate in the pocket of my scrubs, and as I’m not with a patient right now, I fish it out to check it. No surprises who it’s from.
You’re mine for the next three days.
I might have plans.
You don’t.
How do you know?
You’re plans now involve me, and for the next three days they involve my cock.
I feel myself blush and my damn pussy clenches in anticipation. Calm it down, girl, you’re in no fit state to be getting fucked. I swear Bennett’s piercings are imprinted on the walls of my pussy.
A commotion at the entrance steals my attention; I slip my phone back into my pocket and get back to work.
Bennett
The threat to Peyton might be gone, but she doesn’t know that, and that’s how I plan on keeping it. I want her with me, and while she thinks there might still be a risk when she’s on her own, she’ll stay with me. That’s exactly where I plan on keeping her, with me, forever.
I was determined to never put myself in a position of loving someone.
I shut myself off emotionally after losing Rebecca, vowing to never experience that pain, that loss again.
One look at Peyton and that all came crashing down.
I might have tried to deny it to start with, to tell myself that I didn’t want a relationship, that she’d just piqued my interest, but I was lying to myself.
She’s it for me. She’s the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, the woman who will share my name, the woman who will bear my children.
I don’t just love her; love is too tame of a word for what I feel for her. I could survive losing someone I loved — it would hurt, I would grieve, but eventually I would move on — losing Peyton, however, would destroy me. She’s my lifeline, my oxygen, my reason for existence. She’s mine.
“You wanted to see me?” Tony says from the doorway of my office.
“Yeah, come in. It’s just a quick one. I’ll be away for the next three days.
I’m going to need you to run things while I’m gone.
” His eyebrows raise at my words, not that I can blame him, he’s worked for me for eight years and I’ve never taken time away.
“I’ll be unreachable, so you’ll be in charge of everything.
” I have no doubt he’ll be fine. Hell, I could hand him the company today and he wouldn’t come across anything he couldn’t handle.
“Everything okay?”
“Everything’s perfect. I’m taking Peyton out on the boat.”
“You’ve never taken a woman on the boat before.” The surprise is clear in his voice.
“I hadn’t met the right one before.”
“Well, shit. I never thought I’d see the day. Bennett Miller has been brought to his knees by a woman.”
“I’ll gladly get on my knees for her, but she tends to get on them for me.” I smirk at him as a reminder of Peyton taking me down her throat flashes through my mind. His laughter follows him out of my office.
***
Yeah, that’s the next one. I’m in the parking lot of the hospital waiting for Peyton’s shift to finish and I’ve just confirmed my latest victim.
He’ll be gone as soon as I get back from the boat, nobody preys on the elderly in my city.
There’s a certain type of individual that targets the vulnerable and it’s not someone that I’m going to let walk the streets for much longer.
My gaze snags on the vision walking through the sliding doors and towards the car. She really is fucking stunning. I don’t deserve her, she’s too good, too kind, too fucking sweet, but there’s not a chance in hell I’m letting her go.
“Sorry I’m a bit late,” she says as she climbs into the car.
“You’re fine, I got some bits finished off in the car.”
“Meow,” comes from the back seat.
“What in the world?” Peyton exclaims as she whirls around to take in D’Artagnan in his carrier.
“We’re going away for a few days.” I’m not sure how the cat is going to fare on a boat, guess we’re going to find out.
“And you brought D’Artagnan?”
“Well, I could hardly leave him behind.”
“Where on earth are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.” I pull out of the parking lot and towards where my boat is docked. It’s about a forty-five minute journey — forty-five minutes which I plan to use to find out even more about the woman next to me.
“We’re going on a boat?” she questions as we exit the car and head towards the dock.
“Sure looks like it.”
“With a cat?”
I merely raise my eyebrows at her stating the obvious.
The conversation in the car ride here involved a lot of talk about what we do and don’t like.
She was surprised to discover that I like to sail, and I’m very much looking forward to sharing my love of the water with her.
Three days of uninterrupted alone time with Peyton is exactly what we both need.
She needs to take this next step with me — I need her to want us as much as I do.
“You’re going to sail this on your own? Because I can tell you now, I won’t be any help at all.”
“To start with, yes, but I’ll teach you as we go.
You’ll be a pro by the time we leave on Thursday evening.
” She eyes me sceptically, but she will be, she can do anything she puts her mind to.
And ‘The Rebecca’ is an absolute beauty, she’s a fifty-foot navy blue vessel of pure grace, much like my Rebecca was.
Beautiful, graceful, kind — there’s not a day goes by that I don’t miss her, don’t wish I could have saved her.
She was everything I’m not. It should have been her that lived, not me.
“Why the Rebecca?” Peyton’s giving me the side-eye; my little brat is jealous. I can’t help the smile that splits my face.
“Rebecca was my little sister.” She takes a moment to process the words. Her mind no doubt stuck on the ‘was’ of my statement.
“What happened?” She doesn’t beat around the bush, it’s one of the things that draws me to her; she’s direct, to the point.
She’s acknowledged the fact I’ve referred to Rebecca in the past tense and she wants to know why.
She knows I must be comfortable enough to talk about it with her or I wouldn’t have mentioned my sister; I would have dismissed the conversation.
“She was killed ten years ago.” Peyton stays silent, her Caribbean-blue eyes fixated on me, waiting for me to elaborate, to give the full story.
“She was taken from a nightclub while on a night out with her friends. It turns out her drink was spiked, they’d targeted her the minute she walked through the doors of that club.
There wasn’t a thing she could have done — the bartender helped them — she didn’t stand a chance.
” Her hand reaches for mine, giving me a reassuring squeeze; we’ve found ourselves at the seating area on the deck of the boat, our bag abandoned at our feet.
“Within the hour they had her out of there and at a secure location. She was drugged and trafficked before we even knew she was missing.” A small whimper leaves her lips, but aside from her hand on mine, she shows no other signs that she’s heard me.
“Her body was found a few months later. No matter what we did, what we offered, who we threatened; we couldn’t find her, couldn’t save her. We weren’t enough for her.”
“No,” she whispers, her voice raw, “that’s not on you.
What happened to her, what happened to Rebecca, is not on you.
That’s on them; it’s on the monsters who took her.
You did everything you could, Bennett. Knowing you, you did more than most could have, would have done.
But you were not responsible for what happened to her, and there is no way she would ever want you to blame yourself. ” Her hand squeezes mine tighter.
“I didn’t know her, or have the chance to ever meet her, but if she’s anything like her brother, she would be seriously pissed off at you for ever harboring any guilt over what happened.”
I know she’s right, I’ve had enough dreams where Rebecca has come to me and read me the riot act over the way I blame myself and the way I shut myself off after her death.
And until Peyton, I didn’t try to do anything about the way I feel, I didn’t try to connect with anyone, to have a life.
I can’t help but think Rebecca sent me her, that she’s looking down and screaming at me to take this woman, to live the life I should, the one that she no longer can.
So that’s exactly what I plan on doing.