~Chapter 16
~Shadow
It has been two long years since I have been in the same room with her, my Peach. I should have recognized that body instantly, but it’s somehow different. Her once rail thin body has started to take on a more womanly shape. The curves of her thighs, her ass, and her tits are more pronounced and have my dick straining my leathers before I finish my perusal. The ass that I had bent over in that dirty bathroom now would jiggle and look even better with my hand or belt prints on it and my dick slipping inside it as I fucked her ass until she was screaming for more.
Seeing my Peach, watching her as she goes about her daily life, has me in a lulled sense of safety. A security that is pushed heavily when I looked over and saw her at The Dungeon. I am not even sure if she knows who I am, but the demand in me when I see another man talking to her, putting his hands on her is too much. The growl that escapes my lips could not possibly be heard across the room, but her head snaps up at it. Our eyes met across the room, and as soon as they do- my question is answered, she knows who I am in that moment.
Cutting the distance between us, I waste no time pulling her away from the Dom that dares to speak with her. The man starts to question the action, until our eyes meet. You would think a Dom would stand up for something that he wanted, that he had his hands on. Not this one though, seeing the look of murder in my eyes, he moves quickly to exit this situation.
Without as much as a thought or word exchanged between us, I know I’ve got to bury myself inside of her. I think about bringing her to an open room and don’t think that I can wait. Looking her over, I take a closer look and see what she is wearing. Under her barely there skirt is a matching bra and panties set, one that I bought her in Georgia years before. With that realization I make a decision, one I will regret for months.
Pulling the panties to the side, I guide a finger deep inside her without pause. Feeling her slickness drives me crazy, but I go absolutely bonkers when I catch the smell of her cunt. Pulling my finger free from her, I bring it to my lips licking it clean as my cock screams to be buried inside her.
Wasting no time, I grab her up striding across the main room and down the short hallway to a room that I know is empty. Entering the room, my leathers are pooled by the door before it closes. The lust in her eyes as she registers what is happening pushes me on. Getting her bent over the bed with my cock inside her is the only thought I have in this moment.
As I advance on her, we exchange no words, only my hands on her body directing her where to go. Bending her over the bed, I flip her skirt up before ripping her panties from her. The tension in the room only builds as I run my hands over her body for what seems like an eternity. Slapping her ass is the last straw and it seems my last semblance of control is gone.
Growling out “Mine,” before spreading her cheeks and driving my cock home with no warning. The faint cry I hear in the moment does little to deter me, only driving my need to mark her on. Slapping her ass in quick succession as I continue to pound into her has me nearing release. Seeing the hand prints form on her ass, drives me on. Grabbing up the globes of her ass in each hand I continue to fuck her with abandon. Pulling my dick outta her cunt, I can’t help but slide it along her asshole, and am rewarded with her pushing her ass back into me. Needing no other encouragement, I line myself up and slowly enter her with nothing except for her cum on my cock to guide me in. Feeling her slowly stretch to take me, I know as soon as her back relaxes and she grinds her ass back against me that she is ready for more. Moving inside her ass, the vise grip that I feel around my cock lets me know this will not be lasting long.
With that thought, I reach down for her hair. I need to see her surrender before I cum. Tugging sharply, I bring her head up and only then do I realize that she is flying high. The dazed look in her eyes is one I have seen many times over. Sub space. Seeing that look has me in that instant cumming deep inside her ass.
Only as I am coming down from my high do I notice the ink that my Peach has got on her flesh. In spots once marred by burn marks, that I can only guess number three gave to her, are small butterflies. Positioning her onto the bed to rest, I count them and am shocked to find sixty-three butterflies scattered over her body and with that, I regret that he died so quickly.
Cleaning my Peach up, I move in behind her and wait for her to come back to me. Running a hand up and down her side, I can’t help but tell her all the things that I have done for her, how I have shredded the list and only one name remains.
“My Peach, you have been doing so well, getting back onto your feet and really coming into your own these last two years. I know that we haven’t had any time together, or fuck even been in the same room. When we finally get the chance to sit down, I will let you know everything, you have nothing to worry about anymore. That none of those men will ever be able to hurt you as they have in the past. That all but one of those sick fucks on your list has been put to ground, and none too softly might I add.”
Noticing a shiver run through Rebecca, I get up going over to the dresser and pull out a blanket. Moving back towards the bed, I tuck the blanket in around her making sure she is wrapped up before I climb in behind her again.
Snuggling in behind her, I throw my arm around her and I can’t stop the words after they begin. “Rebecca, I stopped short of taking your step-father out- thinking better of doing it without seeing how your relationship with him is. I don’t want to overstep, if by any small chance you might be able to get over whatever it is that he’s done to you.” Stroking lightly down her side I go on, “I found out about the little girl that you had, my Peach. You had barely gotten away from your step-father and then you go and get pregnant. I know that must have affected you, having a baby at such a young age and with that fucking piece of shit,” drawing in a deep breath before asking, “but why?” the caresses begin again as I lower my voice and go on. “How can you not talk about her, she was a piece of you for fucks sake. I don’t know how you were able to get over that so easily.”
As the last words slip outta my mouth, Rebecca bolts up and outta the bed. “Fuck you, Shadow. Don’t fucking talk to me about things that you know nothing about. You don’t get to sit there and ask me anything about her. She is none of your concern and neither am I for that matter.” Grabbing up her lingerie, she is trying to rush from the room before even putting them on.
As she reaches the door, I am barely able to slam it shut before she makes her escape. Glancing down at her, I see nothing but anger and hatred in her eyes, and I’m not sure where this night went wrong. “Peach, calm your ass down. I don’t know what happened right there that has you so fucking upset, but I can tell you that there is nothing for you to feel…”
Cutting me off she growls out, “You don’t get to tell me how to feel.” Moving her hand wildly between the two of us she goes on, “This thing between us is nothing. Just because you think you know me, that you have looked into my past, and know what it was like for me with those fucking men. You are fucking wrong, and just because you’ve had your dick inside me, doesn’t give you, as it shouldn’t have with the others, any other ownership over me. Now get the fuck outta my way.”
Grabbing up for the door again, I slam my arm against it stopping her, throwing the lock closed as I go. “That’s where you are wrong my little Peach. I have owned you for years. Since the first time I saw those brown depths haunted with memories from your past. Since that first time that we touched and I felt that jolt between us. Since the first moment I slipped inside you in that fucking dirty ass gas station bathroom, I know that I had found something. Something that I didn’t want, something that I wasn’t looking for. Something that wasn’t ok.” Moving my hand up to her face, I grasp a strand of hair tugging lightly on it before going on, “Don’t deny this thing between us.” Dropping my voice, I back myself up against the door, putting myself between her and the exit, “It won’t end up going well for you.”
Moving her head up, her eyes pierce through mine as they meet, the anger I saw in them only moments before is gone, replaced now with nothing except for fear. Without missing a beat, she screams “Halt” loudly bringing the hall monitor to the door in mere moments. As he opens the door, Peach slips behind him making her escape from me, her past, and whatever this thing is between us.