Chapter 19

There's no place like home, unless you don't have one, but Brea's home is beginning to feel like less of a prison and more like a nice place to be staying. Not necessarily a home, but something more like it. My room at his house is more home to me than the cell they kept me in, or even the litle grove of trees where Elodie and I used to sleep.

I'll miss it when I leave. It wont be for a while yet, I hope. I still am not pregnant, I asked Brea if he still takes something to prevent it from happening but he wont answer me. He refuses to even talk about the subject. I love being here, but it's hard to be optimistic sometimes when I know that I won't be here forever. It's nice to dream, but the reality is still there, and there's no real way to escape it entirely.

"What's the point to doing this if your still taking something?" I ask him. He has me pinned down on his bed, kissing my neck and biting my ear lightly.

"Does there need to be one? Its for enjoyment, fun," he tells me. He pauses to lightly trail his tongue from my collarbone down my stomach, and I'm having trouble concentrating. "Does there need to be a reason why I fuck you other than to please the both of us?"

"No, but I was just wondering, that's all. I just thought that since they're paying you for this, you would do your duty, your job."

"Well you know baby, I am doing my job, the good part of it anyways. I'm just shooting blanks. Is that a problem? I guarantee it's much more cushy here than back where I picked you up at am I right?"

"It is," I agree. There's no doubt these have been my best days with him, even when he's at work and I'm completely alone it's still better than sitting in a cold cell all day and waiting until your taken off to the next customer.

Brea takes it as the end of the conversation and moves downward. His tongue dragging downward from my belly to between my legs. I moan in appreciation as he licks that spot that makes me fall over the edge. Every time he hits that spot I swear I lose it.

Brea groans and presses harder with his tongue and I cry out. The pressure is so much I find myself falling over the edge and I love it. He gives me a few seconds to recover from my orgasm, then takes his tongue over my nipples next, his fingers cupping my sex. He kisses my nipples and bites them playfully and I sigh in delight. It feels so good I can't help but smile.

"What's that for Adley?" Brea asks me in a husky voice. I wriggle and squirm underneath him as his continues to bite my nipples and dips a finger inside me.

"Nothing, oh god," I groan. He slides his finger in and out, making it harder and harder for me to breathe normally.

"What Adley?" Brea pushes me. "Does that feel good or something?"

"Ah," I yell and he slows down.

"I want an answer Adley, does it feel good? Or does it feel even better when I do this?" He curls his finger slowly inside me and I melt around him, I'm a mess writhing around on the bed, moaning uncontrollably. I can't believe I ever survived without him. He's the only one that can do this to me.

"Adley, answer me," he soothes, inserting another curved finger inside me, I can barely handle myself let alone answer him.

"Ah, that," I say and he continues to press into the front of me with his fingers. I squirm and beg him for another release, and he increases his pressure and strokes and soon I'm falling apart around him for the second time in one round.

"Let's see how many times we can get you to come tonight," he says kissing my lips, then bendind down drastically and sucking between my legs.

"Agh, Brea!" I cry, but he doesn't stop his assault on me. He is relentless and unforgiving.

He continues pumping and curling his fingers and then sucking on me. I'm aching and I don't know how much more I can take of this. I run my fingers through his hair, my legs open for him, my breath increasingly weaker.

"Brea, please," I beg, one last time, he knows I'm desperate, and he finally gives in. Moving and climbing on top of me, trailing kisses on various spots on my skin on his ascent. He hovers over me, his strong arms on either side of me, holding himself up he kisses my neck, then my forehead before looking straight at me.

"Tell me one more time," he breathes. I'm pinned beneath him and wanting and needing him more than ever.

"Please, Brea, please."

"Not until you tell me exactly what it is that you want from me."

"I need you!" I groan, god he's really making me work for it.

"You need me to do what?" he pushes. I'm going to kill him. He knows what I want. He knows what I need and he's still holding it from me, toying with me just to see what it will take to get me to break.

"To fuck me, I need you to fuck me, please Brea, stop wasting time!" I yell at him. He gives me a wide grin and there is nothing but lust in his eyes as he slams into me, taking me for I don't know how many times.

He slams into me, over and over again and I come around him so many times I lose track. He never stops, he just keeps going and going as I crash around him until finally he spills himself into me, he comes so hard he loses his strength and his body falls into mine. We lay there on top of one another for several minutes, panting and catching our breaths.

"Wow," Brea comments after several minutes. "That was amazing. I can't believe I got you to come that many times."

"Oh, god how many times was is, I lost track after the second one."

"Eight. You came eight times Adley. That's more than I could ever hope for."

"What was the most I ever had before this?" I ask.

"Two. You went from three orgasms, and that was the most I could get out of you if I was lucky. Really really lucky. Now I more than doubled the record, I can't believe it, eight, eight fucking orgasms."

"That's a miracle," I whisper.

"Considering how you were when I first brought you home, you bet your ass it's a miracle. I was doubting I could get you to come at all, let alone eight times in an hour session. That's insane. I think it's the most I've ever made a girl come."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. It's amazing that when I first got you, you had never had an orgasm. You never knew how good it felt to be touched. Now look at you, I got you coming in the palm of my hand."

I don't know what to say so I smirk at him instead. He's so proud of himself that I find pride in his pride, happiness in his happiness. It's amazing that I can feel that with him. I can feel his emotions as if they were my own, it's all strange and wonderful at the same time. I am finding that I care about him more and more each day and he seems to be doing the same.

"Earth to Ad, are you okay?" I snap back to reality. Brea is off me now, laying on the other side of the bed.

"Yeah," I say shaking my head lightly. I really need to try and concentrate more.

"You sure I didn't fuck your brains out? You've been staring into outer space for a while."

"I'm okay," I say turning on my side to better face him.

"You sure? Don't want my girl to be too incapacitated."

"No, I'm okay, I was just thinking that's all."

"Really? About what?" Brea asks.

I shake my head. "Nothing."

"Nothing? You were thinking about nothing?"

"Yeah," I say in a small voice. He's going to pursue this I know it.

"I know that's bullshit, A girl rarely thinks about nothing, she only says she does. Now what were you thinking about Adley?"

"Nothing Brea!" I giggle.

"Really? Still Nothing. Well I think your thinking of something, and maybe your thinking what I'm thinking but we'll never know if you don't share your thoughts. Now what was it exactly that you were thinking Adley?"

I smirk at him and shake my head, I don't want to tell him what I'm thinking. It's too personal, and he won't approve of it.

"Ad, come on, tell me." I shake my head no at him. He's not going to let me get away with this. Why can't he just not care like all the other pigs out there?

"No!" I squeal as he pounces on me, pinning me down and tickling my sides, telling me to surrender. I won't, he can't know what I'm thinking.

"I want to know what your thoughts are."

"No! I won't tell you!"

"Tell me, come on Ad, you know that I'll stop if you tell me."

I know he will, but I can't. He's starting to tickle me enough that I can't breathe, it's increasingly harder to anyways.

"Brea...Stop!" I yell at him. It feels as if all oxygen has escaped from my body.

"Not until you tell me."

"Please!"

"Nope, tell me."

"Okay I'll - ah- tell you."

"Will you?"

"Yes! Now stop!"

He stops tickling me, waiting for me to catch my breath. I have no air in me, there's no way my face isn't blue. Brea stares at me while I wheeze oxygen back into my lungs.

"So what was it?" he asks when my breathing seems to regulate itself better.

"Nothing," I tell him.

"Now, I stopped tickling you with the promise that you'll tell me what it is you're smirking about. If I have to ask you again, I'm going to tickle you until you are an inch from death." He says it so seriously, yet jokingly at the same time.

"I don't want to tell you..."

"I know you don't, but you're going to. I need to know what is making that beautiful face of yours smile."

"Well maybe I don't want to tell you."

"Well maybe I want to know."

"I know you want to know, but I don't, and can't tell you."

"You don't, and can't tell me? Why is it that you can't tell me?"

"Because you'll get mad, that's why."

"Why would I get mad, there's not too much you could say for me to get mad about, especially if it makes you smile. That being said, I demand you to tell me what it is that is causing this smile on your face."

"No."

"Adley, I'm going to take you across my knee if you don't tell me. I am not mad, but my patience has worn thin."

His threat causes me to freeze, he knows I don't like being touched that way and he's using it to his advantage. "Okay," I say hesitantly. Brea looks at me with expectant blue eyes. "I was smirking because I'm stupid for thinking that there's something between us. Something...more."

Brea's expression is so neutral it scares me. He shows no emotion of surprise, shock or even anger. He looks as if he is totally indifferent to the thought that he could love me. There is a long silence, an eternal silence before he opens his mouth to speak again.

"You aren't wrong, there is something between us, and I've been trying my best to ignore it, I've really tried, but there's no denying that there is something there. What it is I don't know, but it can't be good."

"Why can't it be? What I feel for you is good, it feels good."

"I know it feels good, but we're not here to make feelings. We're here to make a baby, eventually, not anytime soon, but eventually, they are going to want you back, and then what are we going to do?"

"I don't know," I feel everything negative possible. I feel despair, anger, resentment, sadness that we'll never be together.

"Look, Ad, I like you, I like you a lot, but I just don't know what I can do."

"Well can't you tell them something? Can't you tell them you want to keep me? That you've changed your mind?"

"If I had changed my mind I would have to return you. It's very expensive to rent someone full time, for the rest of your life. Only the wealthy can do that and I'm far from it."

"Well then there must be something we can do? Anything? I don't want you to have to pay for me for the rest of your life but if you feel the same way I do, then let's do something about it."

"I don't know what I can do. Let me think about it awhile, okay? For now we'll just keep playing along and play into their little plan until I can come up with something else. It won't be that hard, just give me some time."

Some time. That's all he needs is time. Time to think and plan, if he feels the same way about me as I do for him, then I can give him some time. I can wait, I just hope they don't see into this plan. I hope they don't come for me, and I sure as hell hope he's not lying to me.

IM DOING MULTIPLE ENDINGS SO IF YOU WANT THE BITTERSWEET ENDING PLEASE STOP READING RIGHT HERE AND THERE WILL BE AN ENDING ONCE I AM COMPLETELY DONE WITH ALL STORIES AND ENDINGS. IF YOU WANT THE HAPPY ENDING, CONTINUE READING