Emma
Emma had to turn away when Dean started doing whatever he was doing that made Roth, the man who’d introduced himself to her as Black, scream. She knew why it was happening, and she couldn’t bring herself to disagree that it was necessary. But at the same time, this was the life she had sworn she would never be a part of.
The way he’d rushed in and saved her, hugged her and held her tightly — and then he’d done something so incredibly cruel she’d had to close her eyes and refuse to see it. Without a second thought. A man who would fight so hard for his daughter, who would fight so hard for her — that had to be a good thing. An honorable thing. Didn’t it?
The man didn’t scream for long. He gasped out whatever it was that Dean wanted to know, and Dean stopped the pain. He stepped back and away, and Emma could breathe again. He came to her quickly, but he didn’t try to turn her around or push her to look at him. She watched the bikers around her start to take the various suits out of the room, and she wondered for just a moment what would happen to them next. After a moment’s thought, however, she found that she did not care at all. They’d kidnapped a child, kidnapped her, kidnapped Abbey, and had so casually spoken about killing all of them. As if it would never take more than a second thought.
Dean’s hands ran up and down her arms, and she was suddenly filled with such intense need, such an insatiable and desperate drive to prove that she was alive, safe. She turned against him and kissed him, hard and tight, molding her body to his again.
“Take me somewhere,” she murmured against his mouth. “I don’t care where.”
“Fuck, Emma,” he murmured back, his hands tight on the flesh of her hips. “I don’t know where the hell we even are.”
She could feel him, full and hard against her belly, and she didn’t care that she wasn’t sure either. “I’m sure there’s a wall. A cot. A room with a door that closes. A room. I need you, Dean.” She put as much stress into the word need as she could. He got the message. He tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her out of the room.
They threaded through a maze of old, dusty cubicles, past filing cabinets and broken down bookcases, until he opened a door to reveal a small room, without too much dust or rubble. He pushed her inside and shut the door behind him. The room was instantly pitch black, no light coming from anywhere. She hit the opposite wall lightly, her hands on concrete, and she stayed there, listening for him. It was impossible to hear anything over the throb of her heart in her ears. Until his breath was on the back of her neck, hissing his pleasure with her, and she was entirely lost to everything but the sensation of his body against hers.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured. One hand was lightly circling the base of her throat, the other wrapped around her waist. She could feel the hard length of his erection pressed against her, thick and rigid. She bucked against him, just a little, just enough to make her gasp, hear him growl into her ear.
There were so many options, so many things she could ask for. Given the sound of his voice in her ear, she could ask for anything, and he would give it to her. And yet she struggled to find words to articulate exactly what it was she wanted. There was a deep ache between her thighs, and she wanted him there to ease out the deep feeling of want, but there was more to it than that.
“I don’t know how to ask you to love me and use me at the same time,” she said, wondering at her tone before she realized she’d spoken the words aloud. Her cheeks heated so much that she wondered if he could see her blush, even in such total darkness.
“You just did,” he said, and his hands began to move, slow and sinuous, over her body. He wasn’t asking permission or pushing her boundaries. He was just doing exactly what she’d asked. Experiencing her body in slow, solid strokes of his fingers. He knew her now. How hard he could twist her nipples through her shirt. How she loved it when he cupped her cunt with the palm of his hand, and then pressed with his pointer finger just so. He stepped forward, pushing her against the wall. She let him guide her until her chest and hands were close to the concrete surface, and she bent at the hips, pushing her ass out towards him. He shoved her leggings down, exposing her ass, and cupped the round flesh in his hands, massaging her, separating her cheeks and digging his thumbs into the vulnerable flesh.
The first smack came as a surprise, and she whimpered, rising up onto her toes. But as the shock of it faded from the fleshy part of her buttocks, it left behind a surprisingly delicious frisson, a sparkling sensation that was somewhere between pain and pleasure.
“Tell me how that felt,” he said, his voice level, but with a note of…not quite concern, not quite worry. Something very different. Heat, she thought. Heat and need.
“Again,” she said because it was the only word she knew.
He smacked her again, on the other side this time, and her fingers tried to dig into the concrete as she hissed in surprised pleasure. Knowing the strike had been coming, it felt even better. Even brighter.
“Tell me,” he said.
“Good,” she murmured. “Delicious. Again.”
Another smack, where the first one hand landed, and the sensitive flesh was even more bright now. “Tell me.” It was a ritual at that moment. The strike of his hand, the words falling from his lips, the gasping reply from her.
“Bright,” she said, hearing the whine in her voice as she fought to understand why this was making her pussy gush so wet and found that she didn’t care anywhere near as much as she had assumed she would. “Bright red. More. Again.”
Instead of her ass, his hand came down on her cunt. Nothing like as hard as he’d hit the flesh of her cheeks, but still a strong, stinging strike. Up towards her mound, her pubic hair cushioned the sensation, but lower down, where her lips spread and her hole was exposed, God, the stinging was incredible. She gasped and surged against him, her hips outside of her control, hungry and wanting and so exposed.
She heard the quick metallic hiss of his zipper, and then his smooth, wet cockhead was pressing at her flesh. She didn’t feel bruised or pained, but she could feel every nerve on high alert.
“Are you my good girl?” he asked, his voice low and intense.
“I’m whatever you want me to be,” she said, shocked at how deeply she meant the words. And then he was pressing forward, and she didn’t mean much of anything now, other than the curses spilling from her throat as he fucked her. She used the wall to press back against him, gaining the leverage she needed to push him towards just the right angle. The press of his hips against her reddened flesh brightened her further. There was a tiny amount of light that spilled under the closet door, and she could see some rough shapes now, but she still found herself squeezing her eyes shut and just embracing the sensation of him fucking her, sure and steady, each thrust pushing her a little higher towards a peak that she’d only dreamed of.
His hands gripped her ass, his thumbs digging into the spots he’d spanked, his cock abusing her cunt with such incredible regularity, and it felt sensational. It felt beyond pleasurable. And then, when he reached down further, stroking her clit with the rough side of his thumb, everything condensed down into a supernova of pleasure, radiating from her clit in waves that dragged low, open-throated moans from her. She felt her knees go weak, and his hands catch her hips, holding her carefully as he held himself deep inside, letting her pulse on him.
When the orgasm released her from its clutches, he pulled free from her and turned her, pressing her back up against the wall. She was almost limp, moving with him, not yet back in full control of her body. He pulled her knee up, hooking it around his waist, giving him room to enter her.
“Yes?” he asked, and she nodded, then realized he probably couldn’t see her.
“More,” she said, the only word she could conjure up. She felt his breath exhale slowly as he leaned into her, his forehead to hers. She thought he’d plunge forward again, rail her against the wall. But what happened was so much more sensual. So much softer. He slid into her easily, her body wet and wide open, and she accepted him with a happy little sigh. He found a rhythm quickly, but it was slower than she’d come to expect from him. Steady, powerful, insistent, but something different from their almost vicious fucking of the last few days. His forehead was pressed against hers like he’d been welded there, and she was quite sure that if she could see well enough in the dark, she would see his eyes, wide open, staring right into hers. It was an intimidating thought, and a delicious one, and she clung to it just like she clung to his shoulders as he rocked into her.
His thrusts rekindled her passion, and it wasn’t long before she was rocking along with him, little moans and pants accompanying the wet slap of his body against hers. He pinned her against the wall, but he couldn’t stop her hands, which stroked down his hair, over his neck, pressing into his shoulders, and then climbing his head again to cling and do it all over again. When she came, it wasn’t a big, heady crest, but a slow, rolling thing that spread through her in low and unsteady gasps and made her moan his name over and over again, swearing that she loved him with everything she had.
He followed her over that precipice with a sudden gasp, his body freezing for a long moment before he shattered, thrusting into her in hard, short pulses, only losing control in that last, agonized and delicious moment. He cursed and swore in her ear, muttering words that barely made any sense to her as he dropped her leg, came free of her, and wrapped his arms tight around her. She was quite sure that it was only because of the darkness that he let himself cry. She soothed him as best as she could, stroking his hair, murmuring that he was safe, that they’d get his little girl back, and that she had his back. Again, that she loved him. It might have just been her imagination, it was hard to tell, but it seemed like he held her just a little tighter when she said that.