Exploited (The Dark Redemption Series) (6 page)

I had a purpose for coming back here, take her out fast and get paid. But there’s still plenty of time, so maybe…maybe I can selfishly indulge for a few days. Fuck, I’m already thinking of all the various ways I can exploit her. And the fact that
she
sat her ass on
my
motorcycle is perfect because that means she’ll never suspect that I have any ulterior motives for her. I’ve only got a few days, but I can make the most of them. She’s literally putty in my hands right now, so this should be easy. It would probably be easier to get inside her panties if I was a little nicer, but I honestly don’t know if I’m capable of such a thing.

“Look at me, Blair,” I order her and pause my thumb’s movements between her legs until she lifts her head. “Have you ever been fucked?”

She shakes her head no.

Fuck. Yes.

My hips give an involuntary rock upwards toward her untouched pussy at the same time my cock swells to Guinness book world record-breaking size. While her virginity means I can’t ravish her quite as fast as I wanted, it also makes me hard as a fucking rock knowing how fun it will be to seduce her slowly. Until she’s begging for my cock to fill her, and then trusting me enough to do anything I want to her.

“You’re gonna be getting fucked real soon,” I warn her, continuing to press my thumb against her jean covered clit. “Until then, show me what you want and I’ll give it to you. But I’m warning you, it won’t be gentle, and I expect you to reciprocate when and however the fuck I say.”  

Blair nods in agreement before she surprises the shit out of me yet again by grabbing my hand and lifting up her ass to sit on it.

“Fuck,” I groan feeling her fiery heat through the denim when I start stroking her entire pussy. Her lips part on a silent gasp and her nails dig into the back of my neck. She starts bearing down and rocking into my hand, and all I can think is that I wish it were my hard cock that’s trying to punch his way through my jeans getting her off instead of my hand.

When her head tips backward, giving herself over to the pleasure, I lean forward and lick a path up her throat, tasting her salty skin and making her shiver. She arches her back, pushing out her small, perky tits that my hands are greedy to touch. Keeping my mouth on her neck, I shove my free hand up her shirt and roughly grope her through her bra before yanking the cup down and out of the way. I squeeze and pinch her nipple without easing up on the pressure of my fingers between her legs. My lips and beard graze her jaw, and her body tenses, bracing itself for the intensity of an orgasm to tear through her, just as the rumble of an engine roars closer. Seconds later, a bike pulls into the gravel lot, parking a few feet away from mine. Blair freezes and her eyes blink open. When she realizes we have an audience, I can practically see the lust draining from her face.

I glare over at the bastard who interrupted what was probably the girl’s first man-made orgasm. The slick-headed asshole sporting a goatee and dark sunglasses casually leans forward, letting his arms hang over the handlebars as if he’s settling in, waiting for the show to go on. Fuck if I’m gonna let him stop me from getting her off.

Still watching him through narrowed eyes, I pull my hand out of her shirt and from between her legs to pop the button on her jeans. Blair lets out another gasp and starts to pull away. Ignoring her hesitation, I jerk the zipper down and then slip my hand inside the front of her panties. My eyes swing back up to hers, needing to see her reaction when I touch her pussy for the first time. I smile in amusement when she starts squirming, her ass lifting clear off my lap at the first teasing touch of my fingertips on her soaking wet flesh. Chuckling, I wrap my arm around her back to hold her in place while my thumb keeps playing with her engorged little button. Needing to know if she’s as tight as I think she is, I graze one fingertip along her pussy lips before easing it into her slick entrance.

Blair’s eyes that had drifted closed flash wide open when I start to penetrate her, a mixture of surprise, unease, and curiosity. When I withdraw my finger and replace it with two, she sucks in a harsh breath.

“So fucking tight, just like I knew you would be,” I say to her as I pump my fingers in and out of her pussy that’s already starting to spasm. Her hold loosens on my neck and then she’s grabbing my shoulders, using them as an anchor while her body bounces on my lap with wild abandon. I pull her closer, grabbing her ass to hold her to me so I can feel her tits rubbing against my chest with every sexy, frantic motion she makes. The thought of her riding my cock just like this, feeling her hot little pussy squeezing the fuck out of my shaft instead of my fingers is enough to cause precum to drip from the tip of my hard, aching cock. I don’t just want some relief, now I
need
it, and I know just how I’m gonna get it.

“
Ohhh
!”

Her low moan brings my attention back to pleasuring her just before the tremors rip through her body. I don’t dare cover her lips with mine because I want to hear all the noises she makes, loud and clear.

“
Oh
!
Ohhh God
!” she cries out, burying her face in my neck, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. The sweet sound of the very first petal being plucked from this little virgin’s flower. I’m gonna be the one who tears each and every one of those fuckers off. Once I’ve stripped her bare, raw and convinced her to give me her body in all the ways I’m fantasizing about, then I’ll do what I need to do.

“Just wait, little girl,” I whisper in her ear when her body stops shaking. My voice is deeper and gruffer like I was the one who screamed out a release. “Soon, I’m gonna
own
this unclaimed pussy.” I add another finger, thrusting three inside her still clenching walls just once before I withdraw them all. “But right now, I’m gonna own this mouth.”

Pushing her away from my chest, I grasp her chin and jaw, forcing her mouth open to slip my index finger that’s wet from her own arousal inside. “Suck it,” I tell her. She doesn’t hesitate, sucking so damn hard that her cheeks cave in while her hazy, fuck drunk eyes hold mine.

“Goddamn, Blair,” I grumble as my finger pops free from her lips. I felt the suction of her mouth all the way down to my dick that’s about to explode behind my zipper. Lifting her off my bike, I stand her up next to it. Her legs are so wobbly she has to reach for the handlebar to hold herself upright. That’s fine, she won’t need to be standing for the next part.

“Get on your knees,” I order, and then I have to steel my features to hide my surprise when she obeys with no reluctance, kneeling right down on the uneven pavement. Her long, wavy butterscotch hair spills over her shoulders, throwing off streaks of gold in the sunlight, practically forming a halo.

My thrill-seeking angel is about to lose her wings.

Well, she may not lose her wings just yet, but those ivory feathers will definitely be stained. Darkened. And I wanna be the one who pluck every last one of them. Why is the idea of dirtying her up so fucking hot?  

After I take too long to give my next instructions, I can tell she starts to lose her nerve. Her eyes lift from the ground and glance shyly over her shoulder in the direction of our voyeur.

I scowl at the fucker who’s still sitting on his bike, fucking captivated by our show based on the way he licks his lips and has his hand on the bulge in his pants. He’s gonna very well love this next act.

“Don’t worry about him. You just need to worry about me,” I tell Blair when I climb off the bike and stand in front of her. Stabbing my fingers through the hair at the back of her head, I grasp enough in my fist so that when I give it a tug she’s forced to look up the length of my body. “Now take my cock out.”

She licks her lips like she can’t fucking wait for a taste, causing my dick to twitch in anticipation before she finally reaches up and fumbles to get my belt free. And then, so slowly that I swear she’s fucking with me, she takes her sweet ass time with the button and zipper on my jeans, probably because she’s inexperienced. I barely resist knocking her hands away and jerking my jeans down to speed things along. Instead, I wait patiently in case she loses her nerve. After what seems like an eternity, she pushes the denim down my hips until my erection bobs free, right in front of her face.

“Suck it,” I order, needing that mouth on me and unable to wait another instant.

Looking up at me with her mouth open wide, and zero hesitation in her expression, she wraps her small fist around my cock and leans forward. As soon as the tip of her hot, wet tongue touches my flesh, my knees go weak. I’m ready to swear fealty to this girl’s mouth. When her lips seal around the crown of my steel shaft and she starts applying suction, I vow to slay dragons or conquer kingdoms, anything to stay in her fantastic mouth a little longer.

“More,” I tell her, and the one word comes out strangled. “Come on, baby. You gotta suck me deeper.” I yank her head forward, cramming my cock down her throat while pumping my hips, forcing her head to bob with the pace I need. She closes her eyes when she whimpers, and it’s music to my ears. “Suck me harder. Faster,” I growl.

Her free hand clenches my thigh, trying to slow me down. There’s no way I can let up now. I’m too far gone. So I grip her hair tighter and fuck her mouth like the relentless bastard I am. Owning it. Owning her as she gags and moans, tears streaming down her gorgeous face.  

I don’t pause in my thrusting, even when I look up and find not one but three spectators now, two coming out of the bar and the one on his bike. He’s the only one who is so worked up that he’s got his own cock out. While I’m watching him, he spits on his hand and strokes himself. He wishes his cock was the first one in this sweet little virgin’s mouth. Can’t say I blame him. It’s magnificent watching her choke on my cock while at the same time she’s trying her damnedest to suck it so good for me. For some unknown reason, she wants to please me. The hand that was pushing me away has now moved around and is clutching my ass cheek like she can’t get enough.

“That’s it,” I praise her. “But I know you can take more, can’t you, baby?” Her sapphire eyes look up, practically begging for my approval. I pull her head forward and shove my cock down her throat without immediately pulling back out. Her gag reflex kicks in, but she keeps swallowing. Off in the distance, I think I hear one of the men watching let out a low, needy groan. I finally let up my hold on Blair and then nearly shoot my load when she presses forward on her own until her lips circle the base of my cock. The inexperienced virgin just took all of me with three men watching.

“F-u-u-u-c-k,” I growl when my balls draw up tight. “So good. Gotta come in your sexy little mouth.” I barely warn her before my hot release starts pulsing down her throat. Gripping her hair in my fist, I pump my cock in and out of her mouth faster, grunting with effort until I’m completely spent.

Goddamn.

I’ve had more blowjobs than I can count, and that was by far the best by a mile. Maybe it’s her inexperience and eagerness, or the spectators, but her mouth feels so good on me that I don’t want to leave the comfort of it just yet. I keep her head bobbing up and down on my softening length just for the hell of it, and to tease our audience. I can feel their horny, desperate stares. They want her, and while I may have fucked girls and handed them off to the next person in line before the cum dried in the past, there’s no fucking way I’m letting anyone else near my now defiled angel. For some reason, she’s letting me be the one to taint her, and I like knowing I’m the only one who owns her sweet body too much to share. Oddly enough, I’ve never had a virgin before, and I want to take that prize from her myself.

Eventually, I force myself to release my hold on her hair. Still fisting my cock, she pulls her mouth off and swipes her tongue across the dripping slit. When she sucks just the head into her mouth, I think it just might be enough to get me completely hard again.

“Dress me and get up,” I order since we’ve given everyone here enough of a show.

I grit my teeth and hold back a curse at the loss of her warm, wet mouth. That was so worth keeping her alive, even better than I could’ve hoped. Watching her pull my pants back up and fasten them and my belt is hot and sort of demeaning for some reason. Probably because I could easily do it myself but I like seeing her struggle and making her do shit since she’s so damn eager. My eager little beaver. 

When she gets to her feet, she’s actually smiling after I just demeaned the fuck out of her in public. I reach down and zip her jeans back up and rebutton them while she stands perfectly still, waiting for her next instructions. Looking down, I notice her beaded nipples are poking out of her shirt, but I don’t fix the cups of her bra, wanting her to stay like that on the way back.

Both of us now dressed, I straddle my bike. Blair doesn’t need me to tell her to climb on. She does so rather gracefully, purposefully sticking out her tempting bottom while grasping my shoulders. I kick-start the engine and her arms wrap around my waist without any of the hesitancy of touching me like the ride up here. Her inner thighs squeeze my hips, and I swear I can feel the heat of her pussy through the back of my leather jacket.

This girl is gonna be the death of me
, I think to myself as I slip on my sunglasses and take off for the highway.

Blair

I press my face into the back of Brede’s leather jacket to shield it from the brutal wind. It feels like he’s driving twice as fast home as he did on the way up here, which is slightly terrifying. He’s probably just in a hurry to get rid of me now that he got what he wanted.

Brede’s definitely not the knight in shining armor riding a white stallion from my daydreams, that’s for sure. No, he’s a foul-mouthed, wild man who rides dangerously on a dark horse that’s even faster than Prince Charming’s. Never in all my fantasies did my brave hero rescue me and then demand in a sexy, growling voice that I get on my knees to pleasure him using my mouth. My imagination couldn’t conjure up something so erotic that it had never actually experienced before, but I’m certain it will from now on. 

And wow. I can still taste his salty flavor in my mouth. It’s hard to believe that I sucked Brede’s penis in broad daylight with witnesses. The old Blair would’ve never done such a thing, but the new Blair liked it. A lot. Sure, tears still stain my face, and my jaw is sore, but it was worth it to silence the voices in my head for a few minutes and watch Brede lose control. He was so aroused by what I did to him that he ejaculated into my mouth with other men watching like they thought what I was doing was hot. Little ole me who’s never touched a man before.

It only seemed fair to return the favor for Brede after he shoved his hand between my legs and made me see fireworks. I’ve never felt anything like that before. It was intense and…absolutely wonderful. Everything else in the world, the past, the worry about the future, all disappeared for those few amazing seconds. For once in my life, I actually felt something good, so good that I want him to touch me there again. To help me get rid of the burning pressure in my lower belly in that pleasurable way that left me exhausted and elated for the first time in my life.

Just the memory has the liquid heat boiling inside me again. I press that magical place between my legs against Brede’s hard back and tighten my thighs around him, trying to find some relief, but it’s not enough. Maybe he’ll take me to his house or mine and do that handy trick with his fingers again.

When we get back in town, he does, in fact, drive past my car that’s still sitting at the pawn shop.

“Where do you live?” he asks at the next intersection.

Shoot. I rest my forehead on his back, knowing it would be easier just to tell him, but I can’t say the words. With a heavy sigh, Brede guns the motorcycle through the four-way stop. Coming up on the street that leads to my neighborhood, I tap his left leg, then his right for the next road. For some reason, I feel the burning on my neck again, like we’re being watched or followed. As Brede slows down, I look over my shoulder but there’s not a car in sight on the empty road.

I let go of him when we reach my house. Or my father’s house. I haven’t lived in it for years.

Throwing my leg over, I step up onto the perfectly manicured yard, to see if he’s gonna follow me. Brede stares straight ahead, his dark glasses covering his eyes. He doesn’t make a move to turn off his bike or get off, causing my shoulders to slump in disappointment. He’s done with me, and it sort of sucks. I wanted more of the same from earlier, but I should’ve known better than to think a wild man like him would want to keep messing around with an inexperienced girl like me.

Reminded of my original plan now that we’re done, I wave a hand at him in thanks and goodbye that he may or may not have seen before I walk toward the front door without a backward glance. The worry that I don’t know how I’ll get my car tomorrow flitters through my head, but if I can find some bullets in the house, it won’t be a problem. Knowing I won’t see the dirty talking smoker again sort of makes me sad. He was different. Dangerous. Fun even.

And he made me feel alive and real for the first time ever.

I unlock the door and step inside the dark house, flipping on lights as I go. When I get to the kitchen, I sit my purse on the counter and pull out the plastic bag from the pawn shop, noticing right away that it’s much lighter. Empty actually. Digging around my purse, I try to find the gun that must have fallen out, but there’s no sign of it. That’s when it hits me.

Son of a bitch! He stole my gun!

Running back out to the yard, I see the fading red taillights before his engine revs and is out of sight. Bastard.

Tomorrow then. I’ll…I’ll what? Go back to the pawn shop and buy another gun? Track down Brede? Hard to do either without a car. A car that has the only pictures of my mother in it.

Fuck.

It’s nice just to think that word. So with a smile on my face, I lock the front door, even though after my late night prowler last night it seems pointless, before heading down the hall to my bedroom. I change into my shorts and a pajama top and then intentionally lay down to go to sleep without locking my window. Worst-case scenario – the intruder comes back and doesn’t kill me.

…

I wake up groggy, all my limbs heavy, maybe from the stupid alcohol still in my system or the orgasm from earlier tonight. The creaking floorboard alerts me to the fact that I’m no longer alone. Lying unmoving in my bed, facing the wall, I try to hold still, which is easy since my body doesn’t want to move.

“Hey, baby girl,” his deep, rumbly voice says from above me, and then I feel the brush of his smooth leather covered finger stroking my cheek.

My entire body shivers awake, but it’s not a reaction to fear since I’m not scared of him, even if I should be. That warm sensation between my legs like earlier tonight with Brede is back. This time, there’s an almost desperate need for relief. Obviously, my head is more fucked up than I thought if this, a stranger sneaking into my room at night, makes me horny. Or maybe that’s just the result of being sexually repressed for so damn long. Before Brede, no one had ever touched me before. Now, I guess I’m desperate for any sort of human contact, the exciting and comforting sensation that’s obviously addictive.

“You didn’t call the police, and you didn’t run,” he says softly, his voice sounding vaguely familiar in my foggy sleep-hazed mind.

What does he mean by I didn’t run? Did he think I would be scared to come back here because of him? And how does he know I didn’t call the police? Has he been following me?

“Why not?” he asks, and I feel the mattress shift behind me with his weight when he climbs up on it. My heart begins to race with anticipation wondering what he’ll do next, so loudly he can probably hear it. 

Almost forgetting he had asked a question, I shrug my shoulders in response since I’m not sure I would have the words needed to explain, even if they did come easy for me. I certainly don’t want to tell him that the police are probably looking for me.

“I was hoping you would be here,” he says, causing my breath to hitch, thrilled beyond reason that he wanted to see me tonight. Maybe I’m not the only crazy one since I missed him after he left last night, this late night prowler who knows my secret.

While I’m still contemplating his words, the front of his warm, hard body curves against the back of mine, and his large, leather covered palm strokes down my bare arm. I know he’s still wearing his clothing, except for his shoes since his sock covered feet are rubbing against mine.

Are we spooning? This man broke into my father’s house last night and again tonight, gets into my bed and…spoons with me? I can’t help but doubt that what seems like reality is actually a very detailed dream.

“Is this weird?” he asks, his lips right above my ear, but not touching. “This is weird, right?”

Shaking my head in disagreement, my hair brushes his face or mouth or what could be his mask. It may be weird, but it’s…nice not to be alone. The size and heat of his body enveloping me makes me feel safe and protected. I haven’t seen him closely in the dark, but I can tell he’s tall, lean, and muscular. His chest moving in a regular rhythm against my back is soothing, and soon my tense, uncertain body begins to relax into him. Right until his palm leaves my arm, and grasps my hip, the tips of his fingers stroking the skin where my pajama top has shifted upward.

“I wish I could see this beautiful body in the light,” he says. And with those words, his lips do brush over the shell of my ear, at the same time his palm moves inside my top, caressing my stomach. I gasp in surprise as nervousness and arousal floods my body. “But I definitely shouldn’t touch you,” he adds, and I nearly shout in protest when his touch slips away from my skin. 

Before I realize what he’s doing, his hand searches for mine in the dark. Finding it on the mattress, resting under my cheek, he grabs the back of my hand and then moves it, placing it underneath my shirt where his own just was.

“Can I touch you this way?” he asks, guiding my hand higher and higher until I’m grasping my own breasts. I’ve touched my breasts before, of course, but never like this, though. Never in a sexual way. With the weight of his hand on mine, I squeeze one and then the other before he takes one of my fingertips and circles my nipple with it. Between the gentle, yet exciting feel of touching myself and the way his body seems to rock into my backside with each movement, my panties quickly become damp. The bulge of his jeans pressing into my bottom, in particular, make my lips part with panting breaths. I don’t know what this man looks like, who he is, or anything about him, except that he knows the absolute worst about me, and here he is again tonight, curled up with me in bed, making me feel this way.

Making me feel alive.

Unable to resist, I push my hips back into his hardness against my ass, silently asking for more. In fact, I’m not sure if it’s my hands or his trailing back down my stomach and to the top of my pajama shorts.

Lips pressing kisses against my ear, he asks, “Lower?” while easing our fingers teasingly underneath the elastic waistband.

I nod, my hair once again brushing his face.

“Say the word, Blair.”

He wants words, while I desperately want his hand in that place between my legs. Waiting for me to respond, he continues to dip our fingers lower and then retreating, lower then retreat.

“Blair?” he prompts. “Yes or no, baby girl?”

I try to say the word, but it barely comes out above a whisper. Clearing my throat, I try again.

“Y-y-yes,” I say, proud of myself for actually speaking it aloud. “Yes,” I repeat because it’s so nice, both the vocalization of what I want and the feel of him slipping our hands down into my cotton panties.

“Good girl,” he says with a brush of his lips over the sensitive skin of my neck. I suck in a breath and hold it when he guides my fingertips over that place between my legs that Brede found earlier. It feels so damn good to be rubbed there. Do all men know where that secret spot is? Because this man, whose name I don’t know, directs me right to it, making my body shiver and a soft moan unexpectedly escape my lips.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, pressing down harder while easing one of my fingers into my soaked entrance. Another moan is my only response. “So fucking wet. I wanna taste you, right here,” he whispers, pushing my finger deeper while the heel of our hands keep pressing on that secret spot.

“Ohh,” I groan, my back arching to grind my ass against his erection harder as my entire body begins to tremble.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he says. “Work that fine ass on my cock.”

His words, his big guiding hand, the wrongness of letting a stranger touch me, all push me over the invisible ledge. The muscles in my stomach and thighs tense, and then the pleasurable waves are rolling through me again. “Oh!
Oh God!”
I gasp out as I lose control of my own body when it convulses uncontrollably in a seized up fetal position.

Before I recover, I’m forced to my back, the weight of his sturdy body pressing down on my much smaller one. His gloved palm cups the side of my face and then his mouth crashes down on mine. My very first kiss is frantic as his tongue forces its way into my mouth in search of my own. It’s incredible and so freaking hot. Peeking up at him in the darkness, I see he’s still wearing the dark ski mask, the bottom is raised to reveal his lips that are on mine. For some reason, my mind chooses that moment to remember earlier today when Brede and I were outside of the bar, his hand in my panties in a similar way, but he never once kissed me. Now, I feel cheated, because the stroke of this man’s tongue against mine makes me melt into the mattress, happily crushed by his massive frame, his hips rocking urgently into my lower body. Each thrust has the cement bulge in his pants hitting that spot that’s still tingling between my legs, so I spread them wider to give him more room.

“Fuck, Blair,” he whispers against my lips. “I need to come.” His voice sounds hoarse before his hand goes between our bodies and I hear the zipper on his pants being lowered. When his weight lifts from me, and his knuckles start brushing my stomach, I realize he’s stroking his cock. Reaching down, I push his hand away, wanting to return the favor.

“Ah, fuck,” he groans, grabbing my hand and holding it down above my head while his other hand resumes tugging on his cock, moving faster up and down his silky skin that I momentarily felt covering a thick, steel shaft. “Fuck yes,” he growls, and then his body shivers above mine before warm liquid oozes down my stomach that’s now exposed, my top pushed up to my breasts.

His body sags to the side of me on the mattress, his leg still wedged in between mine. The sound of our heavy breathing is loud in the otherwise silent night.