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“I think that meltdown and getting violently throat-fucked has helped a lot. She very much does cope with sex. Since the first day, she was dying for Roman to fuck the shit out of her, but she made herself wait to give consent until it didn’t scare her anymore. That consent has come in waves,” he explains.

“How is the burn?” I ask.

“It’s still scabbed, but the infection was treated pretty easily. Luckily, it wasn’t severe,” Ben says. “She was pretty sore for a few days.”

“How did she end up here?”

“She ran here. The house she came from is only about a mile away. We had been trying to find her when she didn’t show up for work on Monday. Roman came home to change clothes and eat something. She showed up to the house naked and covered in blood and come. Roman got her cleaned up. The local policehave been shit, but apparently the FBI paid them a visit in LA. I’m sure they will want to talk to you.”

“Of course. Anything I can do,” I say. “I know exactly where they are…. They are in a bunker off Old Highway 98. If you take the small dirt path just past the run-down gas station, you run right into the walking trail that leads to the hatch. If you go to the left about two miles, Haley is strung up in a tree.”

“Okay. You grab a shower and a nap. I am going to call the agents and tell them. I believe they are in town or going to be in soon,” Ben says.

“Okay. Thank you,” I sigh.

“You bet,” he smiles. “We are going to be getting really close with us all being with Zoriah. It’s important we all get along and trust each other.”

“I’m glad she has all of us,” I say. “She deserves so much love.”

“That’s for sure,” he agrees. “I’ll come wake you up later.”

When he leaves the room, I feel… happy... comfortable… safe… free.

Chapter Fifteen

Zoriah

“I am so readyto be home,” I groan as I sit on the couch in the private jet.

“Yeah, it’s been a long few days,” Roman says.

“When we get home, I am going to hide and just be alone,” I say.

“Mmmm. I think you’ll want to be out with us,” he laughs.

“I’m done peopling,” I say. “How long do we have?”

“About an hour,” he says. “You ask me that every five minutes.”

“Just excited to be off this plane,” I laugh.

“Come here, mi amor. Let’s pass the time,” Roman says sweetly. He pulls his cock out as I stand and brings me into his lap to straddle him. I try to move fast, but he grabs my hips and slows me down. “Slow, mi amor. It’s not a race.”

“Is this a punishment? To torture me?” I complain.

“No, my sweet brat. This is a lesson that not everything we do has to be hard and violent for you to enjoy it,” he tells me as he slowly fills me with his cock.

“Fuck, you’re huge,” I groan and let my head fall back. Roman messes with something in the bag beside us before setting an item on the ground. I panic when I hear vibrations and try to get up.

“Aht. No, ma’am. Stop it,” Roman scolds. “Feel it.”

He presses the wand to my inner thigh, and it’s on a very low setting. I relax, and he presses it against my clit. Warmth spreads across my body, and I moan softly as I slowly move my hips.

“That’s my good girl, Riah. Ride my cock nice and slow. Savor every inch,” he encourages.

“Rome, it’s so good,” I moan. “I want to come. Fuck, I want to come.”

“Relax and let it build. You’re doing so well, Zoriah,” he praises.

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