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AN: I hope everyone had a VERY Merry Christmas. I'm sorry for the long update, but with the holiday I've been pretty busy. Thank you again to my beta IG…she rocks the beta world!
This is a long one…I hope it makes up for the few weeks that's past since my last update. DEEDEE…hit me up with a review girl…not heard from you in a while! Hope everything is ok.
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BPOV
I knew he would be angry. There was just no way to avoid it. Edward could read me like a book. I was sure he didn't miss the guilty look on my face when he mentioned being honest with one another. Telling him about the phone call several hours after it happened, at first seemed like a good idea, but now, I realized just how much I had messed up.
I took his shaking hands in mine and brought them up to my lips to kiss each beautiful knuckle. His long fingers always amazed me. His hands were so much larger, they swallowed mine up whenever we touched, but that only made me love him more because it gave me a feeling of being protected.
"Bella, just tell me." His voice gave him away. It did every time. He was trying hard to suppress his worry. This is part of the reason I didn't tell him. He worries about me too much. It couldn't be healthy. How could he think I wouldn't notice the way he would wake up in the middle of the night shaking his left arm because it had fallen asleep? Stress could cause a lot of strain on the body and maybe it was a stupid move, but I was just doing what I thought was right to keep him safe.
Still I knew, being the daughter of a cop, that not telling Edward about the phone call right away probably caused him to miss out on a window of opportunity. I felt horrible about that and it had been gnawing away at me for hours.
"Edward, something happened this afternoon before you called, and I've been keeping it from you, but I hope you understand that it was done with the best of intentions." I couldn't stop my bottom lip from trembling as I continued.
"He called me." I paused and waited for his response. I could see the anger flash on his face, but I knew it wasn't for me. No, I was sure the anger I saw there was for him.
His grip on my hands tightened and I could see the tension in his jaw as he chose his next words carefully.
"Bella, are you telling me that the man who attacked you called this afternoon and spoke to you?" You could practically hear his teeth grinding together as he tried to hold in his anger.
I could only nod my head in confirmation because I had taken to intently staring at his fingers as they clutched my hands firmly. I was surprised when he pulled away from me, standing quickly. As he paced the short distance in front of my bed from door to window, he furiously ran his fingers through his hair.
He turned away from me and I could tell his shoulders were slumped in defeat. His voice was so quiet that I had to listen closely to catch his next words. "And tell me Bella, why is it that you chose to keep this from me?"
I knew this question was coming. I had been thinking about it all day, coming up with excuse after excuse, but in the end that's all they really were; Excuses. I began to worry. Would he understand? Would he be angry and hurt because I kept it from him? No matter what the consequences, I knew I just had to tell him the truth.
"I was going to tell you," my voice trembled, "It's just that you've been so tired lately. I know you aren't sleeping well."
Edward looked at me intently. He knew I wasn't telling the entire truth.
"Bella, you kept this from me because I'm tired?" He began pacing again. I didn't like this part. Edward and I never ever fought, and this felt like at least the beginning of an argument.
He stopped his pacing and turned to stare at me. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes in deep thought.
"Bella, I'm going to speak to you right now as an Investigator, so try real hard not to be hurt by what I'm going to say."
I took a deep breath and waited.
"What you did, Bella was foolish and extremely risky." The frown line between Edward's eyes deepened as he spoke. "You are under my protective care as a living witness to the crime. How can I protect you if you won't be honest with me?"
He smacked his hand lightly against the wall before leaning into it for support. His voice softened. "I can't be everywhere at once Bella, and if you lie to me," he held his hand up to silence me when he saw I was going to object to the term "lie".
"If you lie to me or omit things, I can't do my job effectively. Granted, I might not have been able to trace his call at that very moment, but I might have been able to get a better idea of his general location. It makes a huge difference if we are looking for him in Forks or he's calling from Seattle."
I bit my bottom lip. He was right. I'd made a major error in judgment, and I had to figure out a way to make this right.
"I could have narrowed down my search zone tremendously. If he was calling from a landline, I could have tracked that down. If he called from a cell phone, I could have traced the company he used."
Edward continued to rake his hand through his hair as he paced the floor back and forth. It hurt so much to have him speaking to me like this. I think this was the first time Edward had been harsh with me, though he wasn't even being as hard on me as I deserved.
"Bella, what I'm saying is that you made a bad judgment call, one that you can't make again. You have to decide right here, right now if you trust me to do my job and to do it well."
Again he held up his hand to stop me from speaking. I have always trusted Edward with my life but he wasn't asking me if I felt my boyfriend could protect me. He was asking if I felt I could trust him to "do his job".
That was such a gray area for me. How could I separate the two when in my mind they were the same person? Was he asking me to care less about him when he was being my agent? How do you not blur that line?
I sniffled, holding back the tears that where threatening to come spilling out. "It's just that he started in on how you would never catch him and it made me so mad. I mean, who does he think he is? I don't care how many officers he's evaded in the past, he's never been up against you, or Emmett, or my father for that matter. So I made sure he knew that he was enjoying his last days of freedom. He shut up after that." I mumbled that last part as I watched Edward's face turn red with anger. I realized this anger was for me at the same time I realized I had made another huge error in judgment.
He sat down quickly in the chair by my bed, gripping his hair harshly with his fingers. I reached over to gently soothe his grip on his poor scalp. He quickly darted out of my reach, looking at me with fire in his eyes.
"Bella, I don't want you to EVER talk to this man again! He's a monster and he's doing his best to taunt us. Don't you see? You might say something to trigger him to come after you again." He jumped up from his chair and stalked to the window.
"Dear God Bella, he's already gotten past me once! What if he tried again and succeeded?" I could hear him talking to himself.
I've got to get her out of here. I obviously can't protect her here. Next thing I know she'll be leaving to go find him herself.
It wasn't fair, even unintentionally, to crack Edwards's resolve right now. He had a right to be angry with me and set me straight and my crying would only cause him to go back into boyfriend mode and comfort me and promise that everything would be okay. I understood that he needed to be my agent and set the ground rules, so I wiped my tearsaway as best I could before looking up at him.
The action didn't go unnoticed by Edward, and I could see his face soften a bit before he reined it back in.
"Bella, swear to me that you will take this seriously. Swear to me that you will tell me everything going forward with no delay. If you can't promise me this, then as much as it will pain me to do it, I'm going to have to request to be pulled from the case."
I couldn't contain my gasp. Pull him from the case? I couldn't trust anyone else with this. The things that had happened so far, the details, it was all too personal. They'd have to see my back; I'd have to let a stranger look at that. It was hard enough knowing my entire family had seen it.
Not to mention that Edward wanted to catch this guy himself. He had put in so much hard work. It had been personal before I became one of his victims, but now I knew it was his mission in life to find this guy. He must feel strongly about this to make taking himself off the case an option. He couldn't give up because I made a mistake and treated him as my boyfriend, rather than an Investigator.
I had to keep Edward and Emmett on the case. There was no one else I trusted more.
Edward continued to look at me, arms folded across his chest. He was waiting for my answer, so I opened my mouth, but nothing came out at first. I paused a moment, and finally found the strength to speak.
"Edward," my voice cracked as I choked down some of the shame I felt, "I never meant to cause you to doubt that I trusted you. I've always known you're the best. I know your track record and know you don't let up on a case until it's solved.
I know my words don't make it better. You're right. I have a hard time drawing that line. I will figure out how to make that distinction in the future." My mind was just going a million miles a minute, trying to process it all.
"And I trust you implicitly, so please, please don't take yourself or Emmett off the case. I'll make sure you find out everything immediately in the future, I swear."
As I made my promise, Edward's arms fell to his sides and he gave a gentle nod of his head in agreement. Then he "drew the line" and stepped over it, depositing his jacket on a nearby chair before coming to my side and pulling me into his arms. I needed this; I needed to know he forgave me. My boyfriend was holding me now and I felt safe, loved, desired, and forgiven.
"Don't you EVER do that to me again, Bella," he whispered into my hair as he nuzzled my neck. His arms were wrapped so tightly around me it was becoming hard to take a deep breath.
"If I ever lost you, I think I'd go out of my mind. You know I can't live in a world where you don't exist." He peppered my neck and jaw line with gentle kisses, and I could help but melt into his touch.
"Please don't shut me out." He pulled back and gently cupped my face in his hands, while mine rested on his thighs. "I love you with everything that I have inside of me, my Bella, and I understand why you did it, but I'm a big boy; I'm not going to break if things get tough. Yes, there will be times along the way when I'm tired, but Bella, that's because I'm working very hard on this case. I owe it to you and to all the other victims to do this right, to catch this guy.
You're just like me. You have a deep-seated desire to watch out for those you love. We've been each other's safe haven for so long, we don't know how to be anything else." He took a long breath in and let it out slowly. "So I'm not angry with you, baby. I just need you to understand that this is bigger than you and me.
I couldn't help the tears that escaped as he declared his forgiveness. His lips found each one, kissing my cheeks as they tried to escape. "No tears my love, no tears. We're good." He brushed the tip of his nose against mine in a soft kiss.
"There was never a moment that my devotion swayed, so please don't cry. It's over baby and we won't think about it anymore. The past is just that – the past. We won't mention it again." He pressed his lips gently against mine and I couldn't help the soft sigh that left my lips. I wasn't going to let him down again.
He pulled out of the kiss and rested his forehead against mine, our noses softly brushing back and forth against each other.
He softly whispered against my lips, "You do realize I'm going to have to tell Emmett what's happened, right?" I let out a groan at the mention of my big brother's name. If I thought going through this with Edward was rough, I was going to get an earful from brother bear.
Edward just gave a soft chuckle. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I pulled him towards me, stretching my legs out as I brought him down with me onto the bed. He carefully rearranged his position so he was between my legs, while he carefully kept the majority of his weight off of me with his forearms.
Edward and I were never very sexually active. Yes, we'd done the "over the clothes" stuff and some light touching, but never anything that would work up a serious sweat and get your heart flying. Still, I loved when we touched. It was like my body was on fire whenever Edward was near me. Even if he was just holding me at night, I treasured every second he was there. I gently ran my fingers through his hair scratching his scalp. He must have been a cat in another life, because he sighed in contentment.
Edward ran his fingers through my hair. "You know that I'm going to have to leave soon." He gave a long sigh that caused the light scent of cinnamon to fill my lungs. "I've got to follow up on the phone call, and update the director on the break in the case."
All I could do was nod. I was far too mesmerized by the small patch of dirty blonde hair that sprinkled the top of his chest between his collarbones. His skin was so warm and soft under my fingertips. I wish we could just stay like this forever, but far too soon Edward kissed my lips again passionately before easing himself off of the bed, I knew he had to go, but I was still going to be a baby about it. I looked at him with pleading eyes.
He chuckled. "Love, I've got to get this all taken care of, but I'll be back in the morning, and if I know my sister, you've still got tons of 'girl time' to get to before I get you back completely. Besides, you ordered me away tonight, remember?" he added with a smirk, which only caused me to pout more.
"You bet your sweet patootie she does!" Alice had magically appeared inside the doorway.
I peeked around Edward's shoulder and caught Alice's expression. She giggled and then continued to stand there, hands on her hips, tapping the toe of her very expensive shoes, and waiting for Edward to say his final goodbye for the night. No way was I going to allow her to rush my good night kiss.
Rarely was I the aggressor, but I wasn't going to be seeing him again till the morning and right now that felt like an eternity. I pulled him close and one of his arms wrapped around my back, pulling me tightly to his body and lifting me off of the bed until I was barely resting on my knees. I could feel how turned on he was, and although it wasn't lost on me that we were still in my hospital room, I wanted him so much right at that moment.
We finally came up for air and I turned my head slightly to see that Alice was no longer alone. The other two dear women in my life had joined her to watch the show, and all three had very different reactions.
Esme had tears in her eyes and her hand was covering her mouth. She loved to see us so happy and in love. Rosalie was fanning herself. Apparently we were slowly climbing up the rating scale with each passing moment and were now someone on the verge of exiting the "R" rating and plunging into "X". Then there was Alice who was a sucker for a good love story. She was clutching a box of tissues to her chest while dabbing at the corners of her eyes.
"That's just beautiful," she said as she sniffed and grabbed another tissue.
Edward took a deep breath at the same time I did, both of us drinking in one another's scent before he had to go. "Isabella Marie Swan, you are everything in this world to me, never forget that," Edward whispered quietly before kissing me one final time.
As he gathered up his things to leave, I tried hard to calm the rapid fluttering of my heart that threatened to pound right out of my chest. He blew me a kiss as he exited and just like he had done before, I caught it and playfully tossed it down the front of my hospital gown to keep it for later. It caused the most wonderful laugh I'd heard in a very long time. I made a mental note to make that happen again and often.
EPOV
I closed the door to Bella's room as I folded my jacket over my arm and walked towards the elevators. I had to find Charlie to let him know what Bella had told me.
Even thought it was almost the middle of June, it was an uncharacteristically warm day today and the coolness of the air conditioning on my skin felt nice. I went in search of Charlie after the elevator reached the third floor, where my father's office was located.
I was still down right giddy with the fact that I had a positive ID on the guy, and I knew that with our extensive resources, it was just a matter of time before I had a name. My fingertips practically ached to get my hands on this jackass.
As I rounded the final corner that would lead me to Carlisle's office, my phone buzzed.
"Emmett?" We had left him at the station to complete the reports.
"No I'm Emmett, and you are Edward. Get it straight dude." He guffawed loudly and I just shook my head at my partner's antics. The person passing by gave me a strange look before hurrying on about their business. Apparently they could hear Emmett's loud laugh. "What's up?"
"Well I was just calling to let you know that I was finishing up the reports and was just looking over the one from Billy's case. Did you need me to do anything more before I head home?"
I quietly debated the best way to break the news to him. Emmett wasn't going to take it well and I really didn't think that Bella wanted a visit from her brother tonight so he could "let her have it."
So as quickly as possible, I gave him the whole story. He didn't say one word the entire time. Even after I was finished and expected him to rant about how irresponsible Bella was, he said nothing. I finally called his name just to be sure he was still there.
"Yeah I'm here. I was just thinking. I know you're gonna be shocked, but I'm not really all that mad at her."
While I stood there in stunned silence, he continued, "I mean think about it. She said she was going to tell you tomorrow, so it's not like she wasn't going to tell you at all, and really, on a wire trace, most of the time we can only go so far with it, especially when it's AFTER the phone call, no matter how much time has lapsed. Plus she's so much like you with your need to protect you, it's pitiful. You've tried to protect her since the very first day you met her, saving her from one tumble or accident after another."
I could only smile. Just a few minutes ago I had said something very similar to Bella.
"Now don't get me wrong. She's still going to get an earful from me about this, and I hope that you've done the same and not been all 'Mr. Romantic-Pants' on her and let her slide."
I couldn't help but chuckle. Emmett knew me too well. Yes I had given her a talking-to, but after it was all over, I felt horrible and I nearly faltered in my lecture when I saw her tears. It was impossible to miss it as she tried to wipe them away when she thought I wasn't looking. Granted, the boyfriend in me wanted to scold her too for being reckless, but all I could do was just hold her and be thankful that it was JUST a phone call.
I ended my call with Emmett and knocked lightly on my father's door before walking in. Both Charlie and Carlisle were seated at his desk talking. As they stood to greet me, Charlie asked, "So, did she tell you?"
My mouth fell open. Charlie knew and he kept it from me? He didn't even pretend to hide it; he just stood there rubbing the back of his neck as I continued to gape at him. "You knew?"
"Well, she made me promise not to say anything until she could talk to you herself. She's been pretty worried about you lately, especially with that whole hand going numb thing you've been dealing with lately."
My father's head snapped in my direction at the mention of the numb hand. Hiding a physical ailment from my father, the doctor, was a major no-no. He gave me a look of reproach.
So apparently tonight was the night for everyone to get into hot water.
"Dad it's nothing. We'll talk about it later, okay?" I pleaded with him.
"But Edward…" he began, and I knew what was coming.
"Really dad, it's just a little numbness every now and then. I've probably just been sleeping on it wrong. If it comes back again I promise I'll let you know right away."
He didn't really look appeased by my answer. In fact, he made a grand production of walking around his desk, picking up his red ink pen, writing a sticky note reminder to himself and sticking it on his computer monitor.
I just rolled my eyes. And people wonder where I learned it.
"Well I guess it's safe to give this to you now," Charlie said before handing me a file. "I love my daughter and would do anything for her, but I know a possible lead when I see one.
I opened the file and was a little shocked at what I saw. There was a complete report detailing the incident, a trace of the phone call, and even the original copy of the court order for the tap on Bella's hospital room line. The judge who had signed off on the order was apparently a weekend fishing buddy of Charlie's, so it was easily and quickly approved. Apparently Charlie had gotten all of this taken care of earlier in the day. He had even taken care of tracking the phone call down to the guy's cellular service.
As I looked over the report, I felt both relief and anxiety. Forks. He was calling from here. Selfishly, part of me had wanted it to be Seattle. At least if he was calling from there it meant that he wasn't anywhere near my Bella, but on the plus side, with an estimated population of close to 600,000 people in Seattle, there were just too many to protect and suspect, so I'd take Forks' estimated 3,200 people any day. A stranger stuck out like a sore thumb in this town.
I looked at Charlie and let my expression say it all. Charlie had sufficiently redeemed himself in my eyes, even if he did rat me out to my dad about my issue.
"I may be a father first, Edward, but being a cop is a very close second. I still know how to do my job pretty well." He added with a big grin, "They didn't make me the Chief of Police for nothing."
FAIR WARNING
regarding the following. It gets VERY hardcore. This is not to be read by the young, or the weak-stomached. You get several glimpses into the past of The Killer to see how he came to be what he is. You've been warned! If you are even SLIGHTLY turned off or disgusted by the first few paragraphs, take my word for it and stop reading. It will only get worse. Plus there is a lot of bad language in this section. So to all my beloved readers and new readers…beware!
?POV
I pulled out of Victoria and collapsed onto the bed. I couldn't seem to suck the oxygen in fast enough. We had been fucking off and on all day long. Eventually even I had to get up and take a break. I wasn't fucking cumming as hard as I normally would, so I got up and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. Normally a woman would downright gag on my jizz because I shot such a load down her throat. Most of the time, it ran out of their mouths and onto their tits, which was extremely fucking hot.
I was sweating like a fucking pig from riding her so much. I'd seriously have to get her into the shower and see exactly how many ways I could fuck her there, but I had to give Vicky credit. She kept up with me, giving as good as she got. I actually found myself kind of admiring her for that.
Absent-mindedly I stared at the Scooby-Doo magnet on her fridge, my mind wandering back to the first time a woman gave me head.
FLASHBACK
I had just turned twelve. My father, Caius, decided that it was time to start my training. You see, it was a tradition in my family that when the boys in the family turned thirteen, they had to pick out a wife. To some, this would have seemed strange, but this is how I grew up.
When I say"pick out a wife", I mean that literally. It was all planned out. My mom Jane, my dad, and I all piled into the car on my thirteenth birthday and drove into downtown Los Angeles. At the time, we were living in Burbank, California.
It was a known rule that you never grabbed someone in the same fucking town you lived in. There were just too many risks involved. My brothers had all found wives along the way and I was the baby of the group. Well, I wasn't technically the baby, as I did have a little sister, but she didn't count, at least not to my dad.
My mom had pushed out four boys, me included, before finally snagging a flaw and getting a girl. She was being "taught" by my oldest brother how to be a good wife and it would be his job later to find her a decent husband who could control her. My sister had a little bit of a wild side and sometimes liked to rebel. Maybe she liked the beatings she got afterwards
I had been pretty nervous about the whole thing when my mom and dad had sat me down to explain how the next year of my life would go. Nothing came as a surprise because I had seen my brothers go through the same shit, but the reality of doing it first-hand made me pretty fucking scared. You didn't fuck with my dad. He would screw you up royally if you did. Since he was the head of our clan, he was highly regarded. Every woman in our compound had been in his bed at one time or another. The same would be true of my future wife. After I fucked her to take her virginity and wore her in, I had to bring her to my father to present as an offering.
You see, we lived by the code that nothing was ours. It was all his to command, even our bodies. To us, Caius was our god, and I was fucking blessed to be a result of his overly active sperm.
The night we started my training, my mom took my hand and explained that she was doing this 'for my own good'. "You don't want to be an embarrassment to your future bride in bed, now do you? So make sure to pay close attention to everything your father tells you to do. Ok?" I loved when my mom talked to me like that, and she loved to run her fingers through my hair, tucking it behind my ears
As we entered their bedroom, my father directed me to the loveseat that sat not far from the bed. Even though I knew, more or less what to expect, I was still tense about exactly how this would start.
Jane smiled sweetly at me before she started to take off her clothes. I was to refer to her as Jane during our sessions so as not to confuse her with "mom" and hurt the relationship I had with her, as Caius, who I was also to call by name, or Sir if I preferred, explained.
Even at twelve years old I was not oblivious to the sexiness of a woman, and even after having squeezed out 5 kids my mom's…Jane's - body was fucking hot. She now stood completely naked before me. There's no way I could completely describe my awe as I stared at her.
"Do you like what you see, my sweet boy?"
Her tone was loving and gentle. She was allowed to call me 'sweet boy' or by my first name. Nothing else. When I say that Caius commanded every part of this training, I wasn't lying. You didn't even fucking cum until he gave you permission.
Jane's hands ran up and down her beautiful body, giving me a show, and I swear at that moment I got my very first boner. I noticed now that during my viewing of Jane, Caius had completely stripped. He came up behind her and began his instruction.
"Rule number one, my boy. A woman is meant for your pleasure only. All of this that you see," he said as he motioned slowly up and down Jane's body, "is for your usage to meet YOUR needs."
I shifted a bit uncomfortably in my seat, trying to find a new position that didn't cause my jeans to press so hard into my dick.
Caius reached up and grabbed both of Jane's breasts in his hands, pulling them out and away from her body before twisting her nipples in-between his fingernails, pinching them harshly. Reaching up again, he began to bounce her tits in his hands as he spoke.
"Now if you are fortunate enough to get a woman who is lactating, you can have tons of fun with that. I'm surprised you boys didn't fucking starve to death when you were first born because I sucked these big tits as often as possible. I usually fed from her nightly."
"Now you can do anything you want to them to a point. Like, don't fucking detach them from her body or all your fucking fun goes out the window. Understand?"
I nodded my head before wiggling again on the couch to get more comfortable. Jane just continued to smile sweetly at me.
"This," Caius continued as he placed his large hand over my mothers…Jane's - pussy, "This is where she pushed you boys out from," he said as he gave a tight squeeze, pulling Jane's body tightly into his, grinding his pelvis into her ass. "Now we will get into the dynamics of sperm, eggs, babies and all that shit later. You just need to understand the basics first." Again I shifted uncomfortably, relaxing my right hand against my thigh.
Jane finally apparently took pity on me as she leaned her head back to whisper to Caius. His eyes widened at first before straightening his expression.
"Jane tells me you aren't comfortable sitting there. She believes your cock is erect and you need some release for us to continue our lesson. Is that right son?"
Jane looked back at me again with gentle love in her eyes. I didn't know what to say to that. I was so embarrassed. Surely none of my other brothers had been ready to come after only a few minutes of their first lesson.
I watched as Caius wrapped his hand in Jane's blonde hair forcing her down onto her knees a few feet in front of the bed. "Come here son," he motioned for me to come to stand before Jane. I gulped, but obeyed. Like I said you didn't fucking mess with my dad.
I stood in front of Jane and she just looked up at me with her big blue eyes shining back. I looked to Caius, asking silently what I was to do. He reached down and undid my jeans, pulling my boxers down with them. I stepped out of them and he tossed them aside and instructed me to lay down on the bed with my legs hanging over the edge. My cock was now throbbing. I might have only been twelve, but I developed down there pretty early. Completely hard I was at least a good 6 inches. Caius told me not to worry and that when I finally hit puberty it would grow a few more inches and would be an impressive size.
Did I mention that he even kept a fucking chart of our cock sizes? My second oldest brother, after puberty, was still a little undersized. He was made to use a cock pump for a whole year to make it stretch. By the time he was finished, it increased a whole inch and a half.
"Now just lay there and let Jane do the work son. Remember, this is what she is here for, and since this is your first time, you can cum whenever you want too. We'll work on control later."
With that she engulfed my cock into her mouth. I nearly screamed as all of the sensations hit me at being sucked off for the first time. I completely forgot in that moment that it was my mom going to town on me. It just felt so fucking good, and when I felt her press her fingers against my ass I swear I nearly shot down her throat right that moment.
It was so awkward. I wasn't sure what to do with my hands. Caius grabbed them and put them onto the back of Jane's head.
"Here son, remember she is yours to use for release." He held my hands in place in her hair and showed me how to pull her down onto me to actually fuck her face instead of just letting her control the tempo.
This was fucking unbelievable and I could feel my balls begin to tighten. I was worried at first, still forcing Jane's head down hard onto my cock. Gasping with the pleasure of it all, I asked, "Where do I cum?" At that question, Jane's fingers finally slipped into my ass while still stroking my balls with her thumb as her lips clamped down on my cock, sucking me with everything she had. I completely lost it and came hard, while yanking her head down onto my body hard enough that her teeth were scraping my skin. I could hear her gagging, and for a moment I hesitated, taking one hand off of her head ready to release her. Surely if she was gagging she must be uncomfortable, but Caius put a stop to that quickly.
"No son, continue to fuck her face and feed her your cock. When they gag it is their way of telling you they are enjoying it. You are doing wonderfully my boy."
At that moment, hearing Caius praise, I didn't care if the gagging was actually good or bad. My father was proud of me. I was a man now. I fucking had a woman, and I loved it. I wrapped my hands back into Jane's hair and continued to pound away, slipping my cock deep into her throat as she drank me down.
I released the death grip I had on her head as I finished and relaxed. Caius just smiled proudly as he stood over me, watching as I regained my composure.
"See, Janey? That's my boy."
The swell of pride I felt was amazing. I let go of Jane and she crawled onto the bed, pulling me with her. I relaxed against her stomach as she lazily ran her fingers though my hair. "My sweet boy, my sweet, sweet boy," she kept repeating over and over.
"Are you ready to continue now, my boy?" Caius was standing at the edge of the bed waiting for my response. I just nodded sleepily before getting up and resuming my position on the loveseat.
"I had planned on taking this slow, son, but since you got me all worked up, I need some release now." Reaching up onto the bed, he grabbed Jane's ankle and dragged her too him roughly. He spread her legs wide open for me to get a clear view of what he was going to do. He ran his hand quickly up Jane's pussy and showed me his hand that was dripping wet.
"You see what you do to her son?" He quickly slid his fingers into his mouth before adding, "Tomorrow's lesson will be how to eat out a cunt and make a woman scream."
With those final words I watched as Caius rammed his dick up inside Jane's pussy. She screamed out at the pain and the adjustment her body had to make to his rough entrance and size. I could hear the slap, slap, slap, of his skin on hers as he rode her, making her scream. It was in that moment I realized that I loved the sound of a woman screaming.
END OF FLASHBACK
My daydreaming was broken by Victoria's voice calling to me from the bedroom.
"Mike, baby, come back to bed. I think I've come up with a new way you can fuck me." I couldn't help the grin that covered my face.
It really was too bad. I was beginning to like this girl.
AN: Ok so I know that last part was a bit out there, but I had to show you what his world is like. How he became the way HE is. Women are just objects to him. That's why he uses them. I hope instead of turning you off completely from my story, it actually intrigued you to learn more about him. I doubt you'll ever have pity for him, but you might understand him better in the end. Sometimes it really is the Village that screwed up the child.
Thank you to all my beautiful readers who have taken the time to write me a review. They really are a huge encouragement. I hope to have more chapters up real soon.
And to my beta IG…thank you for all the help and suggestions. Sometimes I run my mind in overdrive just to keep up with you. LOL