Page 34 of Retribution
Grinding my ass against his groin, I wrap my arms around his neck, arching my own for his lips. He growls low in his throat then complies, tracing his tongue and lips down my neck, biting into the base. Little frissons of shock tumble down my spine at the possessive gesture, melting my core. His cock is hard, pressing into my ass, and I grow wetter as memories of him fucking me there play out before me.
I’ve been having sex since I was twelve, but never willingly. This man, though. He brings my body to life, calls forth my pleasure, delights in wringing orgasm after orgasm from me. I never dreamed that if I escaped from that life that I would ever have sex again, or if I did, that I could enjoy it. Trey has helped give me my body back, and I most definitely love the ecstasy he gives me.
“Just had too much energy, thought I’d dance it out. I’m excited for tonight,” I reply.
He chuckles against my neck, causing shivers to run through me. Fuck, his voice is so sexy. “I can find something for you to do if you have energy to spare.”
My panties get wetter. “Oh, like what?” I ask as I turn around, looking up into his dark eyes. “Wash the dishes? Sweep the floor?”
“Funny, aren’t you.” He places his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down until I’m kneeling in front of him. Pushing down his jeans, he frees his heavy cock, pumping it twice. “Open, Rebecca. I want to fuck your mouth.”
Pressing my thighs together to help ease the ache, I open my mouth, letting him feed me his cock. Deepthroating was a required lesson to be learned in Papa’s house, and this is the first time I’ve been glad of the skill.
Trey’s cock is beautiful; long and thick, it’s heavy on my tongue and will be difficult to swallow, but I’m willing to try.
“Fuck,” he groans as I take him to the back of my mouth, tongue swirling around the tip as I hollow my cheeks. A rush of pride flows over me as I watch his head tilt back, eyes fluttering closed as I swallow, bringing his cock down my throat. His hips start thrusting, slowly at first and then harder, pumping in and out of my throat with little groans.
I gag a little around the thickness of him, my breath arresting as I can no longer breathe around his girth. His hands wrap into my hair, holding me still, his balls slapping against my chin. A loud grunt comes, followed by lashings of his seed pouring down my throat. I catch every drop, not letting any go to waste, then lick the head as he pulls out.
Holding out a hand, he lifts me to my feet, pressing a kiss to my lips, tasting himself on my tongue. “You are incredible,” he breathes against my lips before pulling away and tucking himself back into his jeans.
My breath hitches in my throat when he follows that with, “Your turn.” I spin on my heels and take off, laughter spilling from my lips as he tackles me and scoops me into his arms. Dumping me on the bed, he reminds me that I’m not the only one with a talented mouth, my screams of pleasure rocking the small cabin.
***
After a simple dinner of spaghetti and salad, we curl up on the sofa, mindlessly watching whatever is on the TV while we wait. This is the hardest part; sitting around waiting, watching the clock move at a snail’s pace. Trey said the best time to grab Earl is four in the morning—something to do with the body’s internal clock and sleep patterns. I’m not sure exactly what he was talking about, but he assures me that is the best time to grab him with the minimum of fuss.
Earlier today we prepared the second bedroom. Moving the bed frame and mattress to the living room really opened it up. I’m sure the owners aren’t going to be happy with the cross we erected, or the chains we bolted to the beams attached to a pulley system that runs along the vaulted ceiling. An assortment of tools are laid out, ready to be used.
Stifling a yawn, I check the clock above the mantle. Ugh, only one. Two and a half more hours until we have to leave. Trey wraps his arm around me. “Go to sleep, I’ll wake you when it’s time to go.” Nodding against his shoulder, I let the soft sounds of the TV lull me into sleep.
It’s only what feels like two minutes later before Trey is shaking me awake. Going into the bathroom I do my business, then splash water on my face to wake me up. My reflection shows off my messy hair, and I stick my tongue out at myself, grabbing a hair tie off the counter. After tying my hair back in a messy bun, I meet Trey in the hall, and we set off for Earl’s house.
My knee bounces in excitement as we draw closer to our destination, adrenaline pumping through me. I can’t wait to rid the world of this sick fuck.
Chapter 18
Ontario Province
Canada
The man sits at his desk in the small room, pouring over newspapers before logging into his computer.
“Interesting,” he mumbles to himself as he takes notes, the once steaming cup of coffee in front of him growing cold and forgotten.
“What is it?” the man sitting on the other side of the desk asks.
Sitting back in his chair, the man regards the other. “There’s been a spate of killings in Arizona. All linked to our organization. Someone is taking out traffickers and pedophiles.”
“Huh,” he replies, his brows furrowed. “Maybe we need to recruit them. We could always use more help.”
“Maybe. It’s something worth considering.”
I’ll just have to keep an eye on them, he thinks, before turning his mind towards other issues.
Chapter 19
Special Agent
