Five Years After Capture
Rachel's Age: 13 Years Old
Sure feels good to be home. I climb out of my favorite Hummer, gun pack over my shoulder. As the garage door closes behind me, I unload the rifles and handguns but leave the ammo in the bag, which gets tossed into a chest with more firepower. I walk into the house and breathe in deep. It even smells great. I've been gone way too long.
I ain't about to tell her, but I'm addicted to the girl. She clears my head 'bout once a week and leaves me droolin' like a newborn. I call it "the glow", and it's the best feelin' I've ever had. Much better'n any orgasm. These days, I don't walk 'round lit all the time. If I get ticked off, I choose whether or not I wanna break somethin'. And I ain't blacked out in anger in a couple of years. It's not like I'm a different man or anythin'; I just have a filter on my emotions for the first time in my long life. I've got a taste of what it means to be at peace, and I don't ever intend to give it up.
The kitchen's empty, and there's no dinner waitin' for me on the dining room table. She never forgets my meal. My stomach flips when I realize she must be hurt. Or gone. I growl at the thought of her takin' off. Well, first things first. Check the house for intruders, kill anyone you find, and make sure she's okay.
Headin' upstairs, I duck low so as not to be seen by anyone on the landing. No one's patrollin'. I check each room in order, but they're all empty. Her room is last. I kick down the door and then I stand in the doorway, stunned.
In a single second, I take her in. Rachel is standin' with her back to me, completely naked. She's all legs. Her left leg is bent and leanin' on the bed, and she's dryin' it with a towel, obviously fresh out of a shower. No wonder she didn't hear me comin'. Her ass is round and perfect. Long, bright red hair falls to her back, but I can see pale skin between the curls. One perky breast peeks at me beneath her left arm. My eyes lift to her head, and I see her face, maybe for the first time. I'm caught somewhere between huge, green, shinin' eyes and pink, soft lips.
Then the second is gone. She turns toward me lookin' shocked and whips the towel to her chest. I turn heel and head down the hallway. Even as I slam the door behind me, I hear light footsteps runnin' after me.
She's fuckin' gorgeous, I tell myself. How did I never notice that before? I have to stop thinkin' like this. She's just a kid. My fingers rip through my hair in frustration.
She comes barrelin' through my door, arms over her head as she's pullin' an oversized sweater over her rack. Before the wool falls over her navel, I see tiny red curls between the open zipper of her jeans. "I'm sorry," she starts in, breathless. God, even her voice is turnin' me on. "I was in the shower. I didn't hear the garage door, I swear. I'll go grab a steak right now, I promise."
"Just get the steak," I say, resistin' the urge to look at her.
"I just—"
I spin to face her and put my hand over her mouth. Her perfect mouth. Stop it, a small voice screams in my head. She's thirteen, for Christ's sake! "Get the goddamn steak," I whisper menacingly.
Her eyes drop, and I realize a second too late that I'm broadcastin' horny worse'n a teenager. I let her go, and she backs out of the room with a mischievous smirk. Don't do that to me, kid.
I wait 'til I hear the microwave downstairs before I start rippin' off my clothes. I've got a ragin' hard-on. I need a shower and some fast relief.
Brushing my hair, I can't help but giggle to myself. Creed really surprised me today. When he kicked down my door, (thanks so much, big guy) I thought the emotion I was getting from him was anger. But then when I was in his room, closer to him, it was clearly arousal. Even more shocking, rather than tearing off my clothes, he pushed me away. He's been avoiding me all day.
Back when I first came here, I'd have been mortified if I thought he wanted me. You didn't have to know the word "rape" to get what Sabretooth was famous for. Back at the X-Mansion, anytime that name came up, the kids of his dead victims would go instantaneously hard, and no one needed to say that the topic was off-limits. When I saw the man for myself, and then went inside his mind, I immediately understood why.
But Creed isn't like that around me. Maybe it's because I give him "the glow", or maybe it's because our relationship is more like that of tense roommates now than a captive and her captor, but I never feel unsafe around him anymore. I know he's still a monster. It's not like I can ignore the sexual tension in the air building and building, and then he leaves for only one day and when he comes back, suddenly he's laid-back and carefree and smelling of blood. This cycle repeats itself every couple of weeks. I'm fully aware of what he does out there in the real world. But it's different here inside the house.
As long as we're within these walls, Victor Creed is a different person. He's quiet, but just reserved, not plotting or stalking. His humor is still dark, but in a funny, sarcastic way. And yes, he's still very much a selfish person, but that seems to make the little things that he does for me even more special. I know that there isn't anyone else in the world that he'll buy chocolate ice cream for. And I'm the only psi he'll ever willingly let into his mind. There's a part of me that doesn't even care about who he is out there. As long as he continues treating me like a friend, like someone he shares an inside joke with, I'll pretend I don't know how he makes the money that pays for the house I live in and the food I eat.
Besides, everyone has their faults. Maybe he is a monster, but he's my monster. And with that last thought, I climb into bed.
It's dark. What time is it? Late. Where am I? I look up and recognize the old popcorn ceiling of my own room. Why am I awake? That's when I feel it. Something is between my legs. Something very wet. Looking down, I see that my blanket has been thrown aside and my body is exposed, completely naked. Creed's long hair is over my crotch, moving slowly back and forth.
That's when I really feel it. It's unlike anything I've ever known. His tongue is licking my clit skillfully and my sex is totally soaking in pleasure. Oh, my god, that feels good! I throw my head back hard.
Suddenly, I awake with a gasp. I shoot up in bed, instinctively pulling my covers around myself. My eyes dart all over the corners of the room, but I'm completely alone. I fall back with a small laugh. I'm breathless and sweating and my underwear is damp. A tingling sensation I've never felt before is growing between my thighs and I rub my knees together, trying to mitigate it. It has the opposite effect.
Groaning, I pull my pillow over my face. This is gonna be a long night.