Deep Blue (6 page)

The lashing didn’t last long. I counted twenty rapid strikes before he was done. I breathed a sigh of relief and rested my head on the side of the hay stack thankful it was over, when something happened that I didn’t expect.

Troy grabbed my hips and pulled my body so that I was slightly hanging off the hay stack. Then he dropped down, turned himself around, and gripped my thighs. In an instant, he pushed his face up and gently pried my lips open with his tongue. 

I shut my mind off. As he used the tip of his tongue to gently tease my clit, I refused to feel any enjoyment in what was being done to me. After all, what kind of psycho could shoot and bury their dog, then feel sexual afterwards?

Taking a deep breath as he kept up his little tease, I gripped the sides of the hay stack trying not to rip it in half. With as much as I told myself to hate what he was doing to me, my body was telling him to keep doing it.

I fought the moan trying to escape my lips when he drove his tongue inside of me. Over and over, slowly and gently; he was damn good at what he was doing but I refused to give him any emotional inkling of it.

“Hmm,” he said letting go of my thighs. Just the vibration from the sound alone was enough to make me grip the stack tighter.

“Don’t like that, pretty Posy?” he asked softly as he got to his feet. I didn’t answer him, I just waited to see what he was going to do next or if he was done. Of course, that last theory was shot to shit when I heard him unzipper his jeans.

“Maybe you’ll like this,” he said, putting one hand on my right hip and using his other one to slide his cock inside of me.

I grunted and planted my hands firmly into the stack as he reached forward and grabbed a handful of my hair into a fist.

It amazed me how gentle he was. The six before him were so brutal that I always expected pain, degradation, and humiliation. Troy was ... different when it came to this. He moved slowly at first, pushing himself gently inside of me until every last inch of him was buried in my pussy. Then he let go of my hair and put his other hand on my hip and began to thrust ever so gently as if he were afraid he would break me.

I closed my eyes again, but this time it was because I couldn’t deny the pleasure anymore. Because he wasn’t being a sadistic fuck like the others had been, I found myself letting my guard down. I reached a hand back and put it on his right wrist to which he began to thrust a little harder.

“I knew you’d like that,” he breathed softly. With a grunt he began to push a little harder than he had but I could tell he was controlling his urge to annihilate me.

“Come on, baby girl. Push back,” he commanded in a shallow breath.

For a moment I considered it. The feeling of Troy inside of me was amazing and I had never been this wet before, but I refused to give him what he wanted. Instead I twisted my fingers slightly and dug my nails into his wrist.

“Ow! Fuck!” he yelled out as I ripped into his skin. He pulled out of me almost immediately and laughed. “You’re a spunky little thing, aren’t you? You’ll get your way for now. Pull your panties back on.”

I leaned down and immediately pulled my underwear up to cover myself. I turned to face him angrily and crossed my arms over my chest.

“I like you. I really do. You’ve got a fire inside of you that I’ve never seen before,” he said with a grin, pushing himself back into his jeans, and zipping his pants. “But I should probably warn you. That’s the only freebie you get. The next time you try to stop me will be the last time.”

He walked past me and pulled open the stall door, motioning for me to follow him. I did because I didn’t want to be in there anymore, but kept a distance as I followed him out into the fields again.

“Go inside and get cleaned up. You can sleep in my bed tonight if you want. I’m gonna go out for a while,” he said as we walked toward his home.

“Where?” I asked.

Troy smiled and shook his head, “Can’t ask me questions, Posy. Not allowed. But I’ll sleep on the couch when I get home tonight, so don’t worry about me climbing into bed with you.”

I walked into the house and waited in the living room area as he walked toward his bedroom and disappeared. A few moments later he came out with a fresh light green shirt on and his baseball cap on his head.

“Aren’t you going to take a shower?” I asked incredulously.

“Nah. I wanna smell you on me while I’m gone. It’ll give me reason to come home,” he replied with a grin. I watched him grab his truck keys off of the coffee table in the middle of the living room.

“Be good while I’m gone,” he said, walking past me and leaving me in the house.

I stood in the open door watching him get into his truck and back out of the spot he had it in. He gave me a grin and blew me a kiss as he put it in drive and roared down the country road.

Did Troy really trust me enough to leave me alone on the farm or was there something far worse waiting for me in the fields?

With one last glance at the tall stalks of corn and barley, I turned around and closed the door firmly behind me.

I had no intention of going to find out.

A
fter I showered about ten times, I went to bed. It was nine o’clock at night and still no sign of Troy. I should have been relieved, but I found myself wondering where he was and what the hell he could have been doing.

It took me forever to fall into a restless sleep. All I could see over and over, was Scout obeying his master’s commands to follow him and to lay down, followed by the horror that I couldn’t unsee even in my dreams.

Suffice it to say, I didn’t get much sleep. I tossed and turned more than I ever had in my life wondering if I’d ever get that horrific scene out of my mind. I rolled over onto my back and glanced at the old clock Troy kept on the wooden dresser next to his bed. It read two oh three in the morning and I still wasn’t sure if he had come home.

I pushed whatever blankets I hadn’t flailed off of me in my sleep, and pushed myself off of the bed. I let my legs dangle for a moment while I tried to shake away the grogginess.

Hopping down to the floor I walked to the door and opened it slowly. I tried to get my eyes to adjust to the semi darkness but it wasn’t any good. I used my hands on the walls to guide me down the hall until I saw the open door frame to the living room area.

I put my hand on the frame and peeked in. There he was, lying on the couch with his baseball cap over his eyes, an arm bent behind his head, and his legs crossed over each other. I walked over as quietly as I could and gently pulled the cap off of his face. His lips instantly curved into a smile.

“Can’t sleep, baby girl?” he asked in his smoky tone.

“No.”

Troy shifted to his side and held a hand out toward me. “Come here.”

I raised an eyebrow at him even though I knew he couldn’t see it. A low chuckle escaped his throat as he reached forward and pulled me roughly onto the couch with him.

“I already told you that you’ve used your ‘no’, Posy”, he said, sliding an arm around me. “Get comfortable and you should be asleep in no time.”

He reeked of beer and sweat. I figured he had been at the Tavern and stumbled home drunk which caused his sweating. I wouldn’t be able to sleep here either, but I was worried that if I tried to get up right now it would piss him off.

“Um, I think we’d be more comfortable in the bed,” I suggested.
At least there, I can roll away from you.

“You want to sleep with me in the bed?” he asked, running his hands over my leg.

“Just sleep, if that’s okay. I’m really tired.”

Troy sighed but gave my leg a gentle pat letting me know it was okay to get up. I quickly rolled off of the couch, landing on my hands and knees, then got to my feet as fast as I could before he got anymore ideas that I wouldn’t be allowed to say no to.

“Should’ve stayed like that,” he said. “You look so fucking good bent over, Posy.”

My body tensed when he came behind me and ran his hands down the sides of my arms. I felt his breath on the side of my neck and froze when he parted his lips and gently pressed them against me.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered into my ear. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. Not yet, anyway.”

I closed my eyes tightly and waited until he pulled himself away from me. I opened them again when I heard his heavy footsteps retreating down the hallway toward the bedroom.

“Coming?” he called back to me.

I let out the breath I didn’t know I had been holding so deeply in my lungs and walked toward the bedroom. Troy was standing with his back to me next to the bed, pulling his shirt off. I watched in the moonlit room as the muscles on his back rippled and glistened in the sweat he was covered in and found myself fighting the urge to go over and put my hands on it. For some reason it looked absolutely majestic, but I knew better. If I touched him in anyway he could mistake as a go ahead signal, then he’d assume that I wanted to fuck him.

I shook the notion away and walked around him. I climbed onto the side of the bed furthest away from where he stood and kept my eyes trained on the window. Just lying on the couch with him made my raw skin hurt, if he laid his heavy arm across my side for the entire night, I’d probably be climbing the walls in pain by the time the morning sun came up.

To my surprise though, he stretched out onto his back, mumbled a good night, and fell fast asleep.

My eyelids grew heavier and heavier with each blink. I reached down and pulled one of the lighter sheets over myself and kept my eyes on the window and the world outside I would probably never be apart of again. Not away form this farm; not away from him.

But I think the absolute crazy thing was that with Troy lying next to me in the bed, just having his presence there allowed me to fall into a dreamless sleep.

Troy

I
woke up the next morning with a splitting fucking headache. It had been a long time since I could say I had an actual hangover, but the way the sunlight danced into the room and made me cringe, I knew that’s what it was.

Fuck. I gotta stop drinking like that.

Next to me on the bed I heard a soft moan and felt the bed shift slightly. With my hands covering most of my face, I turned my head slightly to see who I had wrangled into bed this time.

A smile crossed my lips slowly.
Looks like I did pretty good this time.
The girl in the bed next to me had long dark hair and curves that making my morning hard a little fuller. I watched as she rolled over onto her side, wince in pain, and saw her eyes flutter open. She blinked rapidly a few times before I found myself staring into the prettiest blue green eyes I had ever seen.

“Morning,” I said softly.

For some reason, the beautiful girl on my bed recoiled like I shot venom at her or some shit.

“Hi,” she said quietly as she slid off the side of the bed. I watched in confusion as she got to her feet and stared at me uneasily.

I rolled over onto my side and looked at her. I wasn’t sure how I managed to talk her into coming home with me but I could only hope I had been smart enough to fuck her.

Clearing my throat, I closed my eyes again and adjusted the pillow under my head. “Mind shutting those curtains? Got a bit of a headache, and I wanna sleep a little longer.”

I heard her bare footsteps as she walked toward the windows and let out a little sigh of relief when she pulled the curtains together. The room was dark again and my headache was starting to become bearable. 

“Is it okay if I start breakfast?” she asked timidly.

“As long as you don’t burn the house down,” I joked groggily.

“Don’t tempt me,” she muttered as she walked around the bed and out of the room. When she slammed the door behind her I grimaced and pulled the sheets up over my head. It was safe to assume I had pissed her off at some point.

A couple of hours later I woke up headache free and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I was standing over the sink putting toothpaste on my brush when I felt like I was being stared at. Calmly putting the tube back into the medicine cabinet, I closed it and ran the water over my toothbrush for a few seconds before I glanced into the mirror. There over my shoulder was that beautiful girl with the amazing curves staring at me intently.

I smiled at her as I placed the brush in my mouth and started scrubbing my teeth.

“Hi,” I said, as I moved the brush in my mouth.

“Any chance you’ll let me leave today?” she asked quietly.

I raised an eyebrow at her and kept scrubbing my teeth. I leaned into the sink and spit out the paste, before I kept scrubbing. I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that, but I was pretty confident that I wasn’t holding anyone here against their will.

I held up a finger as I finished brushing my teeth. I spit out the rest of the paste, leaned down and cupped some water into my hand so I could rinse out my mouth, then put my brush back into it’s holder. Turning around, I grabbed a small hand towel and wiped my face before tossing it into the hamper next to the toilet. I leaned back putting my hands on the sink and looked at her curiously.

“What was that?” I asked.

She sighed and walked away leaving an empty spot in the doorway where she had just been standing.

“Hold on there,” I called out following her down the hallway.

She didn’t stop walking, instead she went into the kitchen and turned on the stove. I watched her pull out a pan and place it on top of one of the burners then lean down into one of the cabinets and pull out cooking oil.

“Hey,” I said stopping in the open doorway. She didn’t turn around completely; only her face to let me know she was listening. “I was just asking for you to repeat yourself.”

“It doesn’t matter, Troy. I asked a question I already knew the answer too. I was just hoping that between last night and today you may have grown some ounce of humanity,” she replied angrily as she went to open the freezer.

Okay, she knows my name. Maybe we did fuck after all,
I thought as I scratched my chin.

She pulled out a cut of steak and slammed it onto the counter before going back to the oil and using the cap to measure how much she put into the pan.