This Is War, Baby - K Webster Page 0,19
with a chilled hand.
“You okay?”
Nodding, I fluttered my eyes closed and accepted a soft kiss. “It’s not me I’m worried about.”
He sighed and pushed a strand of hair out of my eyes. “I know, baby. Is there anything I can do?”
I let out a dark, humorless laugh. “Sure, can you find a liver for my mother?”
“You know I would if I could.”
And it’s true. If he wouldn’t die from it, Brandon’s the type of guy who would offer his own if it meant he could save someone.
“Mom is my world. If I lose her…” The words died in my throat and I choked on a sob. “I couldn’t handle it.”
His lips found mine again and I took comfort in them. He darted his tongue out that tasted of cinnamon gum into my mouth and kissed me with promise.
Promise to be by my side no matter the outcome.
Promise to love me through the good times and the bad.
Promise to hold me when I can’t hold it together.
“Baylee…”
“Baylee!”
I’m jerked awake—away from my safe haven—and thrust into my painful present. I try to take stock of my injuries but there are too many to count. My mind begs to black out again and return to a comforting memory.
“Fuck,” he snarls, his labored breath the only sound around us. “I can’t hit you fifty more times. I don’t want to hurt you anymore, baby. I need to be inside of you.”
The pain from him pressing into my back is gone as he yanks my legs apart. From behind, he enters my sex and groans. “How are you even wet? You fucking liked it.”
His accusation sickens me. I don’t know how I could be wet because I hated what he did to me. “I-I-I’m c-cold. It h-h-hurts.” The tearstains on my cheeks have chilled and my teeth chatter noisily. There’s no way I can take anymore punishment from him. My body is shutting down and I pray for the dark reprieve I was granted only moments ago.
He pulls all the way out and I expect him to slam back into me like he occasionally does.
“This is going to hurt a lot worse.”
His cock pushes against my asshole and I wail in agony. With each movement as he breaches the tight ring of muscles, tears stream down my face. He’s much too big—far larger than the butt plug. I claw at the earth to try once again to drag myself away from him.
“If you want me to make it feel good then I want you to fucking beg for it. Convince me that you want me balls deep in your tight little ass.”
I’m sobbing but I give up on trying to play his insane game better than him. In a game where only he knows the rules, I’m helpless in finding a strategy to win.
“P-P-Please, make it feel good. D-Don’t hurt me.”
Instead of going slow, he drives deep into me, nearly splitting me in two. Fire rages inside of me as I wonder how I’ll ever adjust to his size. My grip on the earth below me weakens as I give up against his brutalization. I can’t live like this. I can’t take this. I’m crying harder than I ever have in my life. The pain is unbearable. And the fear that more might follow is worse.
“Get ready to come so hard you’ll lose your goddamned mind, sweetheart.”
I struggle against him but he somehow manages to get his fingers between me and the ground. I’m sobbing in agony when his touch finds my clit.
“Gabe, please!”
The pain, at first, overshadows his attempts to pleasure me. But the bastard soon touches me in an expert way that has me craving for it. Anything to drive away the throbbing in and on my ass. I focus on the way he massages me, becoming almost delirious with the need to come.
My terrified pleas quickly turn into needy moans. I’m freezing and dirty and hurt and yet I’m squirming for that desired orgasm he seems to never fail in giving me. With each swirl of his fingers, he drives me closer to the edge.
“That’s it baby,” he grunts, “push past the pain. If I gave it to you gentle, you wouldn’t be ready for some asshole later. Tonight, I’m that asshole. Find the pleasure, beautiful.”
His words coupled with his skillful fingers send me crashing hard.
“Ahh!” I screech as the most intense orgasm to date crushes through me. With him in my ass, I find myself clenching around him with my climax