Charity's Warrior (34 page)

It was right back on me; spasms bursting from my pussy throughout my body like fireworks had been lit inside. A tidal wave, drawing the surf into itself to build power. The minutes passed and I am hitting the wall again, knowing damn well that Justin is going to stop.

The primal release begins, and Justin stops.

He played me like a maestro, conducting my orgasm to ebb and tide, and dance at its peak. Every time it starts, he stops it. Every time he stops it, he starts it again. I have been cumming now for about twenty minutes. This last time when he stopped, he quickly leaned up and released the ball gag, letting it fall beside me.

"You beg me now!" he demands. "I want to know how bad you want it. I want you to plead for it."

His face crashed into me.

When my voice erupted, it was ear piercing. "Don't stop this time damn it! Don't stop! Don't stop! Please, please, please let me cum! I can't take anymore!"

I feel him moving, shifting, and getting ready for something else.

"I'm cumming!" I scream. "Please don't stop, let me cum! Let me cum!"

Justin took his face away again, but this time he quickly replaced it with his wet fingers as he ducked under the spreader bar and filled my drenched pussy with his rock hard cock.

He rode me like a fucking animal, like a horse with rains that he tugged on with one hand, tweaking my nipples as his hardness thrusts in and out of me. His fingers whipped on my clit.

Finally I explode.

"Fuck me!" I screamed. "Oh, God, I'm cumming. Fuck me! Make me cum on your cock!"

Justin is screaming too. Everything he'd done to me was as much for him, all things he wanted to do to get himself off. I believe my begging alone could have made him cum. Now that he is inside me, and I am begging and screaming, he is at the end as well,

We came together in one shared orgasm. It was not mine or his, it was ours together. I felt as if we were one person, so connected we were inside of each other’s mind and heart. We knew what we each needed and desired. More than our bodies, our souls had mated. Our voices twisted up into the night until we crashed on each other. My thighs quivered around his hips, trembling from exhaustion.

As soon as he has his breath, Justin unclips the bar and releases my ankles. I sigh with relief when he releases my arms, laughing as I put them by my sides. Justin collapses beside me and rolls over so he can touch my face.

For a short time that's all we did, lay there and touch each other. His wide eyes seemed to be trying to drink me in. We were both feeling the same thing, an unexplainable closeness that washes over us every time we are together, always there between us, but after sex it takes on a life of its own.

"I'm so glad I found you," he said lightly as he ran his finger over my cheek to my lips. "I thought at first that you had taken me off course, distracted me, but now I know you are my course, and without you I am lost."

The emotion caught me unprepared and brought tears to my eyes. "I don't know how I was before you, but I know I won't ever be the same," I said as I moved myself deeper into his arms.

He held me for a little while, making me feel comfortable and safe, but eventually the stickiness from my coating of oil began to bother me.

"I'm going to run downstairs and take a quick shower. I wanna get this stuff off of me," I said, referring to the oil still covering me.

Justin kissed me lightly. "There's a huge tub up here with our name on it. Even have the bubbles."

I laughed. "You do try to think of everything. If only you had candles and my shampoo—I'd let you wash my hair," I said giggling.

"Herbal Essences, Honey I'm Strong," he said. "That’s the perfect name for my Warrior." He rolled off the couch and stood. "I'll go run the water and light the candles. How hot do you like it?"

"Scolding," I replied, stunned. "How do you know what shampoo I use?"

He laughed at me. "I've used your bathroom, and I'm observant. You underestimate me."

Justin winked at me just before he turned and went inside. "I'll come get you in a minute," he hollered back at me.

Of course I'm smiling, how could any girl not after that? He always makes sure I know I matter. My clothes are still hanging behind the hot tub where I'd left them, and Justin's are tossed into a heap there as well.

I went to gather up our things. It was the least I could do after letting him take me out for a romantic dinner and dessert, tell me that he loves me, lay back and do nothing while he fucked my brains out, and then treated me like a princess.

I was bent over picking everything up when I hear him coming up from behind. "Do you like the view?" I asked before I stood with my arms full with our stuff.

As I listened for his answer, a black hood went over my head and choked my throat closed.

I don't think this is funny at all, and I am going to tell him that as soon as I can get the damn thing off.

That's when the asshole stabbed me in the shoulder with something sharp. This was too far. I don't like it,
not at all!

I'm angry as hell, and I'm gonna let him know it, show him what a warrior does to a man that puts his hands on a woman.

But I might throw up first. I feel dizzy.

My legs wobble.

Maybe...sit down.

Or...

I WAS AWAKE FOR
ten or fifteen minutes before I realized it. For most of that time, I was laying here in the dark thinking that I was dreaming. My head is a swimming mess, and the darkness is so thick I have trouble breathing in it.

Once I realized this isn't a dream, I tried to think about where the hell I could be. The last thing I remember—

Nothing was coming to me at first. I was with Justin, I know that. I remember dinner, and a boat ride. Cheesecake, I remember that, too.

Suddenly a hot tub comes to mind.

The penthouse, I remember now. Being tied up, but I'm not sure if that had anything to do with where I am now. There's no space here. I'm curled in a ball and there's no place for my legs to go. I can remember being tied up, but being happy about it at the time.

Suddenly—
BOOM!
Everything is moving. For an instant, I am floating, until my head hits the top and then cracks back on the floor below. I bounce up and down quickly a few times and then my body settles back into the almost pleasant hum it had moments before.

There's a smell in here, a hint of gasoline.

I remember Justin untying me, and going to run a bath for us, feeling absolutely wonderful and pampered.

There is another sudden bounce that was not as violent as the last one, and for some reason it gives me the feeling that I am moving.

Justin was behind me, I remember that now. I was getting our clothes and he came up from behind me and—

And attacked me—just like the man in the dark hoodie! Just like that
fucking coward!
For all I know, that guy was working with him, a friend of Justin's.

I can't believe this.

Maybe this had all been planned!

I'm a little dizzy, and I feel my heart racing. He'd shot meet up with something. I recall the needle in my arm, and passing out. Even now, I am struggling for every thought, still under the effect of whatever it was. I think the rush of my emotions is boosting it back into effect.

I can't believe he did this to me, and put me...here.

I try to lift my arm and it weighs hundreds of pounds. I think my hands might be tied together. Whatever it is, I'm having trouble moving.

The gasoline smell hits me again, and my head swims. It's not mixing well with the drugs in my system.

That bastard, putting me through this! I thought he cared for me, loved me.

Feeling tired again.

My little room bounces. I think it did that before. My face crushes into the hard, felt-like floor, and I hear something metallic clang under me.

It still feels like I'm moving and I can't figure that out. I feel myself going under again, smelling gasoline.

I'M LYING IN THE
dark, pretty sure my hands and feet are tied together like a hog, and I'm trying to piece together where I am and how I got here. I'm also sure I was awake earlier, too, but I don't recall much more than a few blurry memories. Even now, every thought has a haze. If I stood, I'm sure I'd fall right back down, but I feel less high than I think I did before.

My evening came together in sketchy pieces, but the basics are all here. Justin was a mistake, not who I thought he was at all, and now he has me prisoner in the trunk of a car from what I can tell. I see little beams of light coming in through a few tiny spaces, and it feels hot, more so than I think I remember from before.

The sun is up.

As it settles into my mind that I've been abducted, I'm overwhelmed with fear and I'm fighting the desire to start screaming at the top of my lungs.

My pulse is so heavy that it makes my throat swell shut through each
whomp!

I'm sure Justin will be the only one that hears me if I make any sound. There's something in my mouth blocking me anyway, and I realize it's his ball gag, the same one I'd used willingly earlier. I am working hard to stop myself from crying from both the fear and the heartache.

I'm petrified. What will he do to me when we stop?

My hands and feet literally tingle with fear.

I'm alright for right now,
I try to convince myself. I'm alright for right now, and as long as I'm alright, there's a chance to get out of this.

Every time I smell the gasoline, it takes my mind away from the terror for a moment.

That's what I need! Focus on something,
anything,
other than my heartbreak, other than what might happen.

I test my bindings to see if I can get out, needing to know. I pull, straining my arms until my shoulders want to rip. When that doesn't work, I try harder, ignoring the persistent thump of my pulse in my ears.

Nothing!

I try even harder, using my legs this time, hearing myself whimper from the pain.

Why isn't it working?

Again! Still nothing!

The thumping of my heart is painful. I am panicking again, feeling it rise up from my depths.

Stop it! I'm no good to myself like this.

I'm alright right now,
I remind myself.

I settle down the best that I can. My brain is the only weapon I have right now, and if I let that slide into hysterics, I'll have nothing. I'd be defenseless, and as helpless as I feel, that would make it worse. I just need to calm down and think.

What do I know for a fact? I'll start with that, put together what I know and see if anything stands out.

I am definitely locked in the trunk of a car, I can hear the engine, and the tires grinding the road, and I can feel every bump and pothole we hit. Just as certainly, I was hog tied and gagged, still without any of my clothes from the feel of it.

Bastard!

It was early when we had gotten back to our building, and I'm guessing we had sex for a little over 2 hours. It could not have been later than 11 o'clock when I was taken. If we have been driving since, and the sun is up, then we we're well out of New York and easily a couple states away.

I have no idea when the last stop for gas was, but eventually there was going to have to be another. And now I am awake. That could be my chance to make some noise and be heard. If I can get my face any closer to the light I see coming in that will give me the best odds.

What I had to do for even a few tiny inches was not easy or pretty, not with my hands tied to my ankles behind my back. It took a lot of rolling and straining, being careful not to rock the whole car, and I can feel my shoulder and hip being rubbed raw on the stiff matting of the trunk floor. I got there, that was the important thing. Now there was nothing left to do but wait and think.