“Sometimes it’s hard to tell how fast the current's moving until you're headed over a waterfall”
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Now…
Bane Stratus
THE SIGHT OF Jesse begging to be killed, and in so much pain sent volts of electricity in my chest. I left her there, in pain, on the ground, covered in her own blood. What happened last night, I remember seeing Cierra at the bar, I remember wanting to use her to get Jesse out of my head, but by the look of Jesse, I used her. I was just supposed to get her out of system, then take her out of this world. Easy. But instead I tortured her, and I can’t remember doing it. Now, I don’t think I can do it at all.
But what am I going to do. I can’t forgive her, but it is clear I can’t kill her. I have already received half of the money I would get for taking care of the problem. If I don’t deliver, they will renege on their deal, and I will be the next damn target. Fuck.
I take another swig of courage, and head towards the basement, where she is waiting on the floor, no binds, and probably filled with rage. I make it to the basement door and I stall for a second to compose myself. She is going to live, but she isn’t going to be happy, not that anyone would be happy in her situation. Most people I torture, don’t make it to the part where they get angry. She survived. They didn’t.
I open the door and descend the steps. I find her curled up in a ball in the corner. Instead of relief I find myself feeling rancid, how could I do this to Jesse. But she did it to me first. But what if her story is true, she had no choice. No, I can’t forgive her, no matter what. I don’t want to kill her, not anymore. But I will never love her, that ship has sailed.
“Jesse” I whisper. She doesn’t move. I slowly start stepping closer, not wanting to startle her. There is blood everywhere on her body, and the words Little Lamb is carved into her stomach. Jesus Christ, this was all Cierra. Flashbacks invade my conscious, I remember her screaming for me to make her stop. Begging to be let go. Grasping my hand as she lost consciousness. Fear shown in her tear stained eyes, and for the first time I felt guilt for putting it there.
“Jesse, I’m not going to hurt you” I try, “I need to look at your injuries.”
She still doesn’t move, I rush to her side, I put my hand on her shoulder to try and turn her, when the touch burns my fingers. She is feverish, and unconscious. Her complexion is pale, she is breathing, but shallow. No, she can’t die. I pick her up in my arms and without much thought I carry her into the main bathroom upstairs. I turn the water on lukewarm and put her in the tub. The water lands on her and she starts to stir, when consciousness awakes her she begins to scream a deathly cry. I jump in the shower and kneel on top of her and hold her face in my hands. I never imagined I would want to save her life, to stop her death, but I can’t let her go. I feel so much hatred for what she did, but it’s better than feeling nothing, because of her I feel more than I should.
“Jesse, calm down. I know it hurts, but I have to clean you up” I can’t take her to a hospital. But I can’t let her die, not now. If she gets an infection she could die without a hospital. Her eyes turn towards me, and panic sets in.
“Stop, I’m not going to hurt you” I look at the cuts littering her body and my heart stops, “not anymore anyway” I murmur. She still tries to fight me and the more she moves the more pain she is in. She is a fighter. I grab hold of her arms and pull her to my chest, I stroke her hair. Trying to soothe her.
“Shh, please, I won’t hurt you, just calm down.” I beg.
“Why are y-you helping me” she questions, “is this a trick” she shakes as she tries to get control of her body. I hold her tighter, the feeling of her small body encased in mine is nostalgic, she always fit perfectly in my arms.
“No trick, just calm down and let me clean you up” I counter. Of course, she doesn’t trust me. I don’t even trust me. I sure as hell don’t trust her. She calms for me, I begin to wash her hair and she leans into my touch. I am gentle with her body and clean each cut the best I can. She whimpers when I hit her stomach. Letting the warm water soothe her cuts and contusions. Once I feel she has had enough, I turn the water off.
I pull her into my arms and dry her off with my towel. I grab one of my large shirts and put it over her head, she still doesn’t move. I carry her frail body to the bed and I lay her down, I sit on the edge contemplating what I am going to do. I run my hands through my hair and over my face. Jesse lays still, either too scared to move or in too much agony.
I pull open the drawer to my end table, and I pull out two aspirin from the bottle.
“Here, it will help” When I turn to hand it to her she flinches, and anger at what I have done takes over. I slam my fist on the table and get away as fast as I can, not helping the situation at all.
“Bane” her soft words stopping me from leaving. I turn and she is sitting up, her body shaking, but staying strong. Still so brave. “Why”
“Why, what?”
“What changed? Why am I not dead?” she rushes.
“I can’t kill you. I don’t forgive you, but I won’t hurt you” she stares for what feels like forever then nods, and I hate that I have given her comfort, I have lost control, so to feel like I am still in charge I add, “at least not now”. That feeling of hopefulness vanishes from her eyes, and she looks down, and nods again, this time in defeat. Asshole.
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Then…
Ever since I got out of the shower Jesse has been acting strange. I know she has been through a lot, I lost her trust years ago. But I thought we were past that. She is hiding something from me, and I am going to find out what.
I am waiting for a call from a buddy of mine, who has a cabin in Colorado. I figure I would surprise Jesse and go a little out of our way so we can have a break. We will stay for a week, the longest we have stayed anywhere, which has my brain working overtime, then continue to California. The cabin is in Rye and has complete surveillance, but it also has a hot tub, and mountain views, she will love it.
I look to Jesse, who is sitting on the bed reading a book we bought at the gas station, some cheesy romance from the looks of it. She is beautiful, her hair is loose, hanging down her back, she is wearing a purple tank top, with a pair of jeans, that show off every curve. She is perfect. She is mine. She looks up and catches me staring She smiles nervously and focuses back on her book, fuck she doesn’t know how incredible she is. I want to make her smile every day, for the rest of her life.
Everything about this girl shocks me. For so long everyone has tried to kill her heart, but they haven’t succeeded. She is still kind and the most courageous woman I know. I am proud of her. Her life has been uprooted, not that it was a good life to begin with, but she still holds true, she is everything I will never be, but god damn it if I don’t want to try. For her.
I walk towards her and kneel in front of the bed. I put my hand on her cheek, run my thumb over her plump bottom lip. She leans into my touch, her eyes lifting from her book. I lean forward and capture the bottom lip with my teeth and follow through with my tongue to calm the bite. She returns the kiss with urgency and grabs hold of the back of my neck, the book forgotten, falling to the floor. She uses me to pull herself forward so she is hanging off the edge of the bed and her legs are wrapped around my waist. I lean her back and lay my body flush with hers.
“The small things you do, bring the beast out in me, baby, I can’t control it. I can’t get enough of you”
I kiss my way from her temple to her cheeks, then her chin, grabbing hold of her throat, lightly, but demanding, I lick her throat and feel her swallow underneath my caresses. I continue my journey down to her mounds and kiss all around, not touching her perk nipples through her tank top. I move my hand to bridge underneath her top, pulling it up as I kiss every inch that is exposed. When I reach her breast, I lift it over her head and continue my exploration. She shivers at my touch and goosebumps trail my caress.
“Just touching you is more than I ever thought I’d get. But being inside you” I trail off not being about to finish the sentence. I reach her navel and twirl my tongue around it and continue to my destination, the pink beauty between her legs. I link my fingers into her jeans and remove them faster than intended, my body out of control. She is wearing a solid black boy short underwear, and like a savage I rip them off her, she shrieks, which causes me to grin.
I pull her knees up and out so I can get a better view of her pussy, glistening in arousal. I lick the small nub and she moans in approval, letting me know in just that small sound, she is mine. I continue to lap at her clit, not giving up rhythm, she grinds her hips further into my face and I grab hold of her thighs.
“P-please don’t stop” she gasps, her hands fisting the sheets.
“Oh, baby, I will never stop. Mine” I say like a caveman, before I continue eating her pussy.
Her breathing becomes erratic and I know she is close. I continue my ministration and focusing on the tip, I add two fingers, and I feel her convulse around them. She screams my name as she comes all over my hand and tongue. Her sticky sweetness coating my hand, I bring them up and lick her cream off my finger. She is watching me intently, not wanting to miss the show.
I crawl back up and kiss her beautiful lips, letting her taste herself. I grip my cock and bring it to her entrance, and with a swift motion I slide into her wet, tight, cunt, and nothing has ever been sweeter.
I plunge in and out and watch as ecstasy glimmers in her eyes.
“Fuck, baby you’re so tight” I grunt.
I want her from the back, I pull out and stroke my cock, I lift her up and turn her on her knees, stand behind her. She is gyrating her hips, ready for my thickness. Without warning, I slam into her hole and pound in and out of her as I hear
screams of pleasure billow through the room. She sounds amazing.
“God Damn” I rush, “Jesus fucking Christ, Jesse”
“Bane”
“I know baby, I got you” and with that she comes on my cock, her pussy walls squeezing the orgasm out of me. She is milking me dry and I come inside her beautiful youthful pussy.
I hold her to my chest, her back against mine, our breathing in unison and we both come down from the best orgasm of both of our lives. She was perfect. She lets me lead and show her all the ways her body can work. She is the perfect student, but she is also the perfect lover. I am the first and the last to ever feel her warmth.
Feelings I have never felt before invading my soul, and I find myself falling for this young courageous woman. I always had feeling for her but now, I feel the need to tell her. She is it for me, I will die to keep her safe, I will never betray her, I fucking love her.
“I love you, Jesse Montgomery” I whisper in her ear. I feel her shudder and tears cascade down her face as she leans further into me. Mine.