“Better to be strong than pretty and useless.”
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Now…
Jesse Montgomery
HE DRAGS ME into a bedroom down the hall, I wiggle trying to break from his grasp, but my attempts are fruitless. He throws me on the bed and doesn’t waste time laying his body on top of mine. The warmth from his body pressed against mine is nostalgic and reminds me of old times, times we can never get back. I push at his shoulders and try to get free, but his hands are pinning my arms above my head, and his body is holding mine flush to the bed. Any movements are restricted.
“Stop, Jesse. Calm. Down,” he demands, his voice hoarse and filled with lust.
“Let me go”
“Never”
His mouth comes down on mine, I try to resist, but the warmth from his tongue coaxes me out of my resistance. I move my lips with his and meet his tongue with mine. The kiss is demanding and wanton. He wants me, that hasn’t changed, but he is no longer gentle and loving, he is harsh and rough, he doesn’t hold back. His hand slides down my arm and comes to my cheek as he strokes the tear away that has escaped my eye.
“Don’t cry” he soothes.
He rubs a finger under my eye to catch the tears. He leans in and kisses my tears and down to my lips.
“Stop” I whisper.
“You don’t want me to stop”
“I don’t want this. Its over”
His hand comes down between my legs feeling the wetness pooling between my legs through the boxers.
“It doesn’t feel over. Your wet for me, sweetheart”
Embarrassment pools on my cheeks, knowing he can tell I am wet through the fabric.
He slides the box down my hips, and I am too tired to fight him, he cups my sex, then a finger begins to rub circles on my sensitive nerves.
“You want this, stop fighting it”
My hips roll with his ministrations, my body betraying me. I want this, but at the same time I don’t.
“I am going to make you feel so good, Jesse. I am going to ruin you for any other man”
“Oh, God,” I am going to come. Right before I come apart in his hand, he pulls away and rips the shirt off my body. I slight pain erupts on my back, where he hurt me. I cover my body, trying to hide the hideous carvings on my body. I will never get over this, but right now I want to forget.
He pulls my arms away, “don’t hide yourself from me.”
He leans down and takes my nipple in his mouth and arch off the bed, going to war with my body. He other hands goes back down between my legs and he continues his rhythm. My orgasm explodes throughout my body, and I come, as he takes my mouth with his, stop the scream that would erupt. As I come down he continues kissing me, tongues meshing together, breaths mingling.
I was so lost in ecstasy that I never noticed him getting out of his pants. He has his cock in his hand, and he is pumping it, he puts the tip to my entrance, and slowly slides into my pussy. I am so wet, and ready for his thrust.
He fucks me relentless, yet gentle. His hips meeting mine with every motion. Sounds escape my lips as the pleasure becomes too much.
“Bane” I whisper.
“I got you, darlin”
He leans down and kisses me as his thumb returns to my clit and my body explodes into another climax as I go over the edge.
As his thrusts become more erratic I know he is close. He pulls all the way out and then slams back in me as my name break through his breaths. I feel the warmth from his undoing inside me.
We lay like that for a while, before he slowly slides out of me. He walks to the bathroom and emerges with a washcloth, he softly cleans me up and scoops me in his arms and for the first time I see the old Bane. He holds me as I drift off to a peaceful sleep.
✽ ✽ ✽
The sound of bullets raining on the house breaks us out our dead sleep. He holds my head into his chest and rolls onto the floor on the side of the bed.
“Stay down, Jesse,” he roars!
Keeping his body over mine to protect me from the assault. My body still fighting off the abuse it has already endured. He rolls over just far enough to grab a pistol underneath the bed. He cocks it back and stares into my eyes.
“Stay here, don’t move”
I nod. With a quickness, he is running towards the front of the house where the bullets are full force. What is he thinking, he is going to die? Stop! But the words don’t escape my lips. Fear overcoming everything, my body not wanting to move. No, I can’t stay here and wait for them to find me. I must help Bane. I have spent all my life the damsel in distress, I am tired of being saved.
Everything is eerily quiet. There is no sound coming from the front of the house. I stand slowly, not wanting to make any sudden moves in case I need to run. I start to walk out the door, keeping myself plastered to the wall, and low to the ground. I look to the right to see if anyone is coming from the side, but there is nobody in sight. The house is empty, including Bane.
The sudden hand the comes up to hold my mouth, causing a scream to muffle behind the glove.
“Don’t move, bitch” the intruder sneers. My breath quickens and my heart races. I messed up. He pushes me up the wall, his hand still covering my mouth. His other hand comes up and smooths over my sides, and over my breast.
“Fuck, you’re a piece” he growls, “I am going to enjoy taking every inch of you, until you can’t take anymore, then I will end your worthless life, like Bane was supposed to do days ago. You are going to wish he ended you, because baby, I am going to destroy you piece by piece slowly,” he spits, his breath rancid. I begin to cry. Fear making it impossible to think. I am going to die.
“Let’s go, boss wants you, then it’s my turn”
✽ ✽ ✽
After the man put a bag over my head and threw me in the back of vehicle my body went into fight or flight mode. I can’t lay down again and allow myself to fall victim. I will fight, I will not make this easy for them. The rattling of the vehicle tells me we are on the move. Where is Bane? Is he dead? God, please don’t be dead. He will come for me. I am not alone, but until he finds me it is up to me to escape. Only me.
I wiggle trying to find a way out of the rope he tied my hands with behind my back. No use they are good at knots. Who are these people. Are they the people that hired Bane to kill me, or worse the people Bane works for? I know they aren’t happy he saved me, but how did they find out so fast?
We drive for what feels like an eternity, when I feel, what I am assuming is a van, stop with a start. We must have arrived at my last destination. The back of the van opens and hands circle around my ankles pulling me out of the vehicle.
“Stop! Don’t touch me. Stop!” I scream trying to kick and wiggle so they can’t get a grip.
“Stop fighting me, it will be easier if you just stop, OKAY!” He roars. He sounds angry but soft, contradicting words to describe this man.
Yeah right! Nice line buckoo! I don’t stop fighting, I won’t become this guy’s next statistic. I won’t be another kill on his belt. I hear footsteps like someone got into the van.
“This will shut her up.”
This voice sounds annoyed, not like the man’s voice before, both different from the man that took me. I feel the prick in my arms before darkness takes over, I hear Buckoo’s voice one more time before I lose all senses, “I tried to warn you, you didn’t listen.”