Page 9 of Freed
~Seven~
ALANNAH
I had never seen Roman more intense than during his questioning of the two men. I was glad when it was over, and he decided to hire Miles and Zack to protect me. By the time the men worked out their differences, I had already left the room. It was late, and it took everything I had to keep my eyes open. The comfort of my pillow was calling my name.
When I pulled back the covers, I noticed one thing in the room that hadn’t been there before. The photo of my dad and me that I had held onto for so many years was in a gold frame. I reached over and grabbed it from the nightstand. The photo no longer looked battered from years of holding it close as I fell asleep. It had been restored and the colors were vivid. I could see the flowers on my dress that had faded away during my stay at Winston’s mansion.
I carefully placed the frame back onto the nightstand and turned off the lamp with a smile on my face. My heart was filled with joy knowing that Roman had thought about me, and as bittersweet as it was, I was glad that my father would be with me whenever I closed my eyes and fell asleep. “Night, Papa.”
As I slipped under the covers, I cleared my mind of everything but thoughts of Roman. I drifted to sleep the minute I hit the pillow, but instead of Roman filling my dreams, it was Winston that I saw. The place he had taken me was dark and cold, and as though I was there, I could feel the chill run down my body. The cold hallway was lined with torches burning fiercely, trying to remain aglow in the damp air that filled the space. I could hear Winston’s deep laugh behind me, more like a snicker, as he hurried me down the hallway by nudging me with his hand pressed against my back.
There was a sharp pain on the back of my neck where he had taken hold of my hair to stop me. “We are here, pet. Your time for discipline has arrived, and I couldn’t be happier.”
Winston pushed the heavy door open, and my eyes widened when I saw what was inside the room. Unlike the playroom atRapture, the room was dirty, with old dingy equipment that I was sure was used to inflict pain. The room wasn’t inviting at all, and it reeked of sex and something dark and unnerving. This was not where I wanted my dream to go. I knew where it would take me.
“Roman, Roman…”I wanted to call for him, but as much as I tried to speak, I couldn’t. The dream held me captive, and every horrible memory came back to life.Why now? Why, after all this time?I couldn’t move. My hands and legs were bound, and all I could feel was the pain of the restraints as they cut into my skin when I tried to escape. Winston’s hands were on my body, on my most private parts. The white gown that he had me wear was torn away by his violent hand, leaving me cold and bare. His touch was tender, but deceiving because I knew what he was going to do.
And then it came. Only it wasn’t Winston, it was Brian. “No, please stop, I beg of you, Brian, please stop.” The memory of my father flashed before me and I could see Winston smiling as he pulled on the rope, cutting off my father’s air. My eyes shot open, and I could hear my skin being ripped apart. Screams of terror filled the room. The damp sheets engulfed me as I continued to kick myself free. It was only after they fell to the floor that I felt free. This was the worst nightmare of all of them. When I looked over to the door, Roman was standing there. I wasn’t sure what I said, but based on Roman’s posture, I said too much.
The tears fell as fast as Roman came to my side. “I had no idea it was that bad. Lanie, I should never have left you that day.”
“Winston killed my father, I’m sure of it.”
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It was only after explaining what happened in my dream and Roman offering to hold me that I was able to close my eyes and fall asleep. When the sun shone through the window, I knew it was morning and I was safe. The darkness had passed, and only the light was visible. Roman must have fallen asleep as well since he was still holding me when I woke. We both had an exhausting day yesterday and needed a good night’s sleep.
As I listened to Roman breathing, the thought of why he was lying next to me ran through my mind. There had to be a reason I dreamed of my time with Brian. Maybe it had to do with the lifestyle that I was groomed to lead. Roman had been nothing but kind to me, handling me with only tenderness. It’s funny, but I missed the way things were between us. I wanted to feel the control he had over me, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready, or even if he would give me what I wanted.
Just at the thought of what could be, my body began to react, and I could feel an urgent need to take over. The ache between my thighs grew, pulsing with the need to have him buried deep inside me. Lowering my hands beneath the covers, I found my sweet spot and circled my clit to comfort the burning need inside. Roman began to stir, but that didn’t stop my self-indulgence. The sheet was draped low against his body, exposing only his upper body. Even when sleeping, his impressive bulge could be seen under the sheet. I couldn’t stop myself. Carefully lifting the sheet, my focus was on him as I continued to relieve the ache inside.
“You know I would have taken care of that for you. All you had to do was ask.”
I pulled my hand away as embarrassment and guilt replaced my desire to come. I thought I had been careful, but Roman was awake and caught me in the act. I wondered how long he had been watching me get off. Trying to remain unaffected, my words tumbled from my lips. “Umm… you were sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake you.”God, what a lame excuse.
Roman was quickly towering over me, pressing his lips to mine. He tasted all masculine as he slipped his tongue between my lips. Roman knew precisely what I needed. From the moment we met, I felt like he could read my thoughts. Pulling my nightgown up over my head, his mouth was on my breast sucking and kissing my nipple into a hard peak. Roman began moving down my body, and every kiss he placed on my sensitized skin created a relentless desire that burned deep within my soul, like unleashing the beast within me.
He pulled off my panties and kissed my mound. His tongue was doing its magic when his finger slipped between my slick folds, teasing them before he slid it inside. “Yes… Roman, yes.”
“That’s it, baby,” he breathed. “I want to free you from everything. On my command, you can let go.”
He was freeing me. There was so much I needed to release. The anger. The need to be loved. The need to be controlled. I wanted only Roman to control me. He would be my final master. Adding another finger, he thrust them inside. My back lifted from the bed, the pleasure consuming me beyond my own control. “Come, my angel.”
Roman took away the demons, the pain, the suffering. The insecurities that were once a part of me were gone. Reveling in my newfound freedom, I watched Roman remove his briefs and position himself between my legs. His movements were slow and tender as he gently entered me. He moved like a song, each thrust like a symphony. He had to know. “I want you to take complete control of me, Master.”
