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“Know how to
give
sexual pleasure. I myself have not experienced it.” She said this in the most academic way and he fought not to let his rage slip. “I’m not supposed to,” she explained as though he were the one clueless. “I’m different,” she clarified.

She stared at him as though waiting for the verdict from him, the other Master, to maybe see if this too had a variance of interpretation.

But Solomon needed to get past his anger to even think. He stared down at his cup, gripping it between his fingers. “You wouldn’t be able to experience sexual pleasure unless those men loved you and you loved them.”

“Love,” she echoed, indicating he’d hit another fucked up dimension, one that was hard to wrap her mind around.

“The kind that doesn’t like hurting you.”

“Master doesn’t like hurting me,” she informed as though this made him a candidate.

Jesus fucking Christ. Solomon lowered his head, hiding his rage. “To… experience that kind of pleasure, a man will be very gentle with you.” He forced his gaze to hers. “He’ll be soft. He will ensure that you receive sexual pleasure because you receiving this pleasure means more to him than getting it for himself. Your pleasure
is
his pleasure. He will love you. Adore you. Cherish you. Die to protect you. Die to keep you happy. To make you smile.”

She stared at him like he’d just told her one of the most astounding and upsetting truths in the universe. She gasped, and looked away before making her way to her feet and hobbling to the door.

“Where are you going?”

“I need some fresh air.”

He let her go, looking at the wolf who perked his head up and rushed to follow. Solomon would give her ten seconds to digest that hopefully life-changing truth and he’d follow as well. If he could somehow break through that wall of deception. 

The other question begging and nagging for Solomon at this point was, if Master knew him… what was he up to? Did he put her in his woods so he’d find her? Was it all a set-up? Was she playing some game? There’s no way he’d send her here without some kind of plan if so. And yet she was too ignorant about too many things for him to know for sure.

Chapter Twelve

 

Solomon made his way on the porch where she perched on the steps, staring into the forest on her right.

Now to figure out what he’d said that had upset her. He leaned against the post on the left of her, debating on what to say.

“So you had this for her?”

“Had what for who?”

“Special… sexual… love pleasure stuff?”

Dread hit Solomon at realizing she was upset over the wrongest of wrong things. “Yes,” was the only answer he could think of.

“Pretty sure I’ve not had this before,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “Think I’d remember it.” She shrugged. “I don’t need it anyway. Like pets, it’s a distraction.”

“From what?” he couldn’t help from asking.

“From important things,” she said quietly.

“Like?”

“I’m good at giving sexual pleasure you know.”

His heart ached for her. “I’m sure you are, sweetheart.”

“Why do you call me that?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I’m not, I just mean I don’t say it to be condescending. I just care about you.”

She was quiet before finally saying, “Like her?”

“No,” he said, probably too quickly. “I will not feel that way about another woman.”

“Why not?”

“Because… I don’t want to.”

“Oh,” she said lightly but it was anything but.

“There will be a man for you one day who will feel all those things for you.”

She snorted. “I don’t need a man to feel that way about me, Mr. Solomon. I was not designed for it. I don’t feel pleasure because I’m not supposed to. I’m not made to. I was born into this world for a purpose that didn’t include that and I accepted that a long time ago.”

“What were you born for?” he needed to know, more than he needed to disagree.

“To save people,” she said softly.

“Like… Jesus?” he chanced.

“In a way.”

“But didn’t he already do that?”

“Yes but what I’m doing isn’t the same thing. It’s like an extension of that.” Her tone was calm, firm, and frighteningly coherent.

Solomon sat next to her on the steps and she scooted way over. “I think of you like a friend,” he said, not wanting to insult her with sister for some reason. “I feel… like a friend should about you.”

“That’s nice,” she said lightly. “I’m really glad.”

But he heard it loud and clear, felt it even more. The buried pain in those lighthearted words. It made Solomon sick to be any part of her pain and disappointment. “I think for today’s therapy, you should have a little fun. Come on.” Solomon stood and held his hand out to her. She regarded it after a few seconds and stood without assistance, telling him she’d definitely been wounded.

“I’m ready,” she said, pushing hair behind her ears, not lifting her gaze to his. “But fun isn’t something I want or need.”

“Sure,” he said, managing to keep his disagreement from his tone. “Let me get my stuff and we’ll hit the trail.”

“The trail?”

“I want to show you around my woods. I think you’ll like it.”

She didn’t argue but there was no eager smile either. Hopefully that would change.

Solomon packed a lunch for them and some water, along with a sheet and pain meds just in case she started getting too stiff. They left out and thirty minutes later arrived at his first trap.

He paused and put a hand behind him, indicating silence with his other hand. They hadn’t gone very far but he’d gone extra slow for her despite her insistence that she could go much faster. He’d also kept their destination a secret to help build a little suspense.

Solomon pointed at the trap and leaned to whisper. “Welcome to the first leg of Solomon’s zoo. Last time I caught a mole in it. It’s at Miss Mary’s. She named it… Tyler, I think.”

The light in Chaos’s eyes made him smile as he tiptoed with her to the trap. At arriving, he found it empty and the bait gone. “Well I’ll be,” Solomon muttered, walking around the cage, shaking his head. “Must be one sly fox,” he muttered before winking at Chaos. “I’ma get him yet.”

“Or her,” she said with her first smile.

“Or her, you’re right.”

“Where’s the other one?”

“Follow me,” he said then paused. “Unless you want to take a break?”

“No.” She pushed him forward, making him laugh.

A few hundred yards down, he again stopped her and pointed ahead while leaning back. “I think there’s something in this one.”

She grabbed hold of his arm and peered around him. “What is it?”

“Let’s go see.”

At arriving at the cage, Solomon couldn’t have planned a better catch. “Well, I’ll be damned. You prayed for this?” he asked incredulous.

She shoved Solomon aside and hobbled to the cage, falling on her knees. “It’s…” she turned to him, her face a mask of astonishment. “A-a-a-a”

“A baby possum?” he laughed and knelt next to her. “Would you look at that?” He glanced around. “Hope momma isn’t around here though. I usually set the baby’s free.”

“No!” she gasped. “I mean… can I just… have it for a little bit then we can set it free?”

Solomon sighed, pretending like he had to think about it.

“Please, please?” she begged like a child.

“I guess if you want it that badly.”

“Can we go back now? He might be hungry.”

“No!” Solomon cried. “I have one more thing to show you at least and I assure you that greedy possum is not hungry. I put enough food in there for an adult. It ate it
all!

She laughed, poking her finger near the cage. “He’s a growing boy,” she cooed. “Ouch!” she cried, jerking her finger back.

“I was just about to tell you to not put your finger in that cage!” Solomon said, removing his backpack.

She stood and held her finger then brought it to her mouth.

“God no!” he said, yanking it away. “It could have diseases.” After he got the doctorings, he stood and pulled her finger up to examine it.

She laughed a little. “The doctor is ever prepared.”

He was just happy to hear the light in her voice. “I have to be.” He quickly cleansed the area and put a Band-Aid on it. “There. No more sticking your finger in the cage.”

“Deal,” she said smiling at him.

The innocent joy in her bright eyes nearly stole his breath and his thoughts. He realized they were greenish brown. And he liked seeing her happy. She deserved that. What person didn’t?

He finally led her to the next and final destination. “Okay this is my most prized secret.”

“Ohhhh nice, I feel special.”

There was no getting around emotionally feeding her and he wouldn’t try to. “You are. Very much so.”

At coming to the small clearing, she gasped. “Oh my God,” she said at seeing his private swimming hole. “It’s like a paradise!”

“Yes, it is,” he said proudly.

“You fish here?”

“Noooo, I swim here, I don’t fish,” he laughed. “I should, I know, but I haven’t gotten that woodsy yet.”

She laughed. “Woodsy. Right now you’re still townsy?”

“More like city.”

“I’ve never been to a big city.”

She didn’t sound sorry and he was glad. “You’re not missing anything, trust me.”

“I do,” she said simply.

He grinned at her. “You swim?”

She shook her head a lot.

“No?”

“Don’t care for water, I’m not a fish.”

He laughed. “Well, I’m going for a swim,” he said, hoping to change her mind. A swim would do her mind and muscles a lot of good.

****

Chaos watched Solomon swim in the emerald paradise lagoon. She wasn’t entirely over the slap in the face he’d delivered her from earlier but she felt a little better. He certainly wasn’t making securing the sacrifice very easy and painless. For some odd reason, she was glad for that. Made him seem more special, more important.

She focused on the paradise he’d shared with her, reminding herself that he’d only done that because he felt sorry that he didn’t want to marry her. That was her fault for letting him see her silly wounded ego before she could hide it.

Definitely ego. What man had ever turned down anything from her? Not one. There weren’t a hundred but there were a lot. And all of them seemed at least aware that she was a prize, she was special.

Not Solomon. To him she was… some broken doll or just not the quality of human to match his Chantilly. 

So why did her eyes devour his form, hungry for everything it couldn’t have? She was purely rebellious, always had been. Wanting things she shouldn’t or was told she couldn’t have or do. He’d kept his white t-shirt on and swam in his cut-off green cargo shorts.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come in?” he suddenly turned and called from the water several feet below her.

“No thank you.” She waved at him, suddenly wishing she wasn’t terrified of water. Not that she wanted to be swimming with him, but she really should be. Or needed to be. How else was she going to make a connection with him? Like it or not, a connection had to be made. What was she thinking? How was she supposed to make that connection when she’d not been prepared?

Chaos really needed to talk to Master and tell him she’d not been properly prepared and find out how to proceed.

Chapter Thirteen

 

So he required emotional connections with the women he had sexual pleasure with. And he was not having that with her. That left only one option. To do what she was skilled in, what she’d been trained to do. She didn’t need to feel pleasure to at least get him into the fold. And there were plenty of other ways to do that besides the sex part.

As promised, he didn’t touch her that day during any of his so called therapy. More like torture. Again, it was her rebellion. Wanting that which she was told she could not have, pure and simple. But how dare he? How dare he not want her in the way he did with women? Or with that woman? He said all the right things, did all the things that made her think he would and yet… he’ll never want that with another woman? She clenched her eyes in the shower, grasping for the anger that came with that stupid, silly pain.

For the hundredth time, she wished to talk to Master, to know how to proceed with this Solomon Gorge. Pain returned to clamp down on her chest and she grit her teeth, embracing it. Pain was power too. She was an expert at harnessing that. And Solomon had given her a new kind to harness in one neat little conversation. But she was also in awe of his powers. She’d been
taught
personally all about them, hadn’t she? He couldn’t teach her about this love but he taught her so well about this new pain. 

She would leave to go see Master, plain and simple. She had to. But before she left, she had to try once, test her own skills and training on Solomon. She knew he’d probably fight it at first so she would make it easy for him. Until he learned that he liked it. That he had to have it, even. From her and no other.

Getting out of the shower, she dressed in the nightgown he’d gotten her then put the two strips of ace-bandages in her pocket. He’d showered first and she’d taken her time, hoping he’d get sleepy. The sleepier the better.

Before climbing in the bed, she checked on the baby possum, marveling again that it was right there in real life. Seeing it in that cage earlier had been beyond miraculous to her. It was not her first answered prayer, but she’d not expected that one to be answered. Not after all the things she’d messed up. “Goodnight Possum,” she whispered to it, wishing he was friendlier. Maybe he would come around when he saw she was nice and always brought him good things.

She petted the dog before climbing in the bed and told him goodnight too but in her mind, not wanting Solomon to think she was emotionally attached for some reason. 

Chaos climbed in the bed and lay there for a good while.

“I’m sorry, Chaos,” Solomon whispered after a long while.

She ignored the twist in her stomach at his soft words, at the unusual and foreign havoc they always seemed to cause. She chose not to answer, she didn’t have anything to say. She lay awake several hours, her heart hammering the longer she waited, carefully going over the steps in her mind. She’d never done anything like this before. How hard could it be? She knew plenty about restraining that was for sure, she’d just never been on the other side of the restraint. But she knew survival, she knew knots, she knew maneuvers. Master had taught her many things. He said it was always good to be prepared for the enemy in whatever form it might take.

When she couldn’t stand to wait any longer, she pretended to have a nightmare. At his immediate awakening she latched her arms around his neck and welcomed the comfort of his embrace. Oddly it wasn’t hard to mimic the symptoms of trauma, her body and mind seemed to genuinely perform as though they too believed her.

Chaos relaxed and he did as he normally would after a long while—turned so his back faced her. That told her he didn’t notice she’d slipped the first ace-bandage around his arm. She’d done it when she was frantically climbing in his embrace. About an hour later when he was breathing deeply, she carefully moved the other bandage in place around his other upper arm. When she got the special knot ready, she yanked quickly with all her might, pulling his arms back tightly.

Waking immediately, he flipped on his back and Chaos knelt next to him, watching him struggle. “What’s going on?” he gasped, yanking a few times and looking around disoriented.

“You’ll only tighten it the more you move.”

Breathing hard, he stared at her in the shadowy light cast from the bathroom. “What… are you doing, Chaos?” Even though his voice was low and calm, she heard the tremor of concern in it.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,” she assured.

He grunted and Chaos quickly straddled his waist when he made attempts to roll off the bed.

“I do prefer you on the bed for this,” she said, pinning him down with her bottom.

“I’ll throw you off Chaos, you don’t want to do this, I’ll fight you, I swear.”

“How about you don’t fight me?”

“What are you doing?”

“Showing you.”

“Showing me what,” he demanded.

“How good I am at giving pleasure.”

He shook his head. “No,” he whispered. “Don’t do that, please.”

“Why not?” She really did want to know.

“It’s not right.”

“You think I’m beautiful, you care for me, I think it’s as right as it’ll ever get for me.”

****

Panic gripped Solomon as he warred with his muscle’s instincts to throw her off. He could fight, no problem, but would she make him hurt her? He tried logic first. “I’m begging you don’t do this. This is so very wrong.” He clenched his eyes shut when she removed the gown. “Put your fucking clothes on, Chaos,” he yelled, resorting to verbal force.

She scooted lower on his body until she sat on his upper legs. His body heaved in preparation to act before she could go farther. “I’m going to fight you, you better get ready.”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t,” she said turning quickly on top of him. Before he knew what she was doing his ankles came together hard and fast in another cinching.

Oh fuck. Fuck. He brought his knees up, looking at her now. “Don’t make me hurt you, Chaos, please.”

She angled her head at him, the look in her eyes reflecting the unspoken wounded question.
Would you hurt me?
Clearly it was something she’d wagered he would not do. Not ever.

“So you’re going to rape me? Is that it? Jesus
Christ
.” He closed his eyes tight when she mounted his stomach. What was he supposed to do?

Be still.

He gasped as she took hold of his boxers and began lowering them despite his legs being drawn still. Be still? Be still? Maybe he could pretend to cooperate.

“Okay, okay,” he said, straightening his legs. The second he did she sat on them. He grit his teeth when she pulled his boxers down more and took soft hold of his dick and began to stroke with both hands. All his hard work to keep himself pure for his wife was gone under her touch.

She’s dead.

He growled against the heat, against the voices telling him to let it come. That it was good it was necessary. But it made no sense. Who was it necessary for?!

Her mouth was on him and his head jerked down on its own to see. Her eyes were on his face, haunting and holding him captive in some turmoil, some hell she was locked in. This is what she endured all her life. Forced pleasure. Only for her, there was no pleasure, ever.

Why was she doing this? If he only understood then maybe he could help. Solomon clenched his teeth in resistance to what his body seemed to crave even while his mind didn’t. How quickly he fell. It wasn’t until he saw tears on her cheeks that it hit him. She needed him to not be like all the others.

The heat slowly left his groin. “This isn’t what you need, Chaos,” he gasped, catching his breath.

She increased her efforts and Solomon focused on what had initially helped him, holding his ground with all his might.

She finally stopped when it wasn’t working on him. “What do I need,” she gasped. “I need nothing that you can give me!” she whispered. “I know that. I’m not even asking for it.” She shook her head, looking severely hurt. “I was just… trying to thank you.” The final words were bitter and sad. “For helping me. I wanted to show you I was good at giving pleasure.”

Solomon allowed himself to look at her as she knelt next to him, wiping the tears from her face like a child who’d only wanted to please. It broke his heart. “You don’t have to do that to say thank you, Beautiful.”

She gasped and hurried off the bed going into the bathroom. When she came out, panic hit him at seeing her fully dressed and headed to the door. “What are you doing?”

“I need to think.”

“Please don’t go, Chaos, it’s not safe.”

She turned and looked over her shoulder while at the door. “It never has been,” she whispered, then left out.

Solomon fought to get untied, finding her knots only getting tighter as she predicted. The wolf whined when he rolled off the bed and hit the floor.  “Come on,” he grunted to the animal. “Help me out. Help me get loose.”

The wolf angled his head with more whimpers, seeming to try to understand, only not, of course. Solomon carefully worked the material at his ankles against the fireplace stone until it tore. Then he quickly ran to the kitchen for his knife. And what would he do with it?

He looked around and hurried back to the fireplace, kneeling next to it and quickly working the tie against the stone as fast as he could.

How far could she get on foot? Did she know the woods? Shit, he needed to hurry.

By the time he was free and getting dressed, it felt like an eternity had passed. What if she went back? God, please don’t let her. Solomon hated how invoking God brought bad déjà vu feelings after what happened the last time he had.

But he’d heard her scream. That had to mean something.

Dressed and armed with his shotgun he ran out the house. “Chaos!” he yelled, hurrying to his truck and getting in. A flash of white startled him and he jerked to find the wolf had hopped in the back. Good, he could use all the help he could get.

Starting the truck, he drove slowly down his winding driveway, searching the woods and yelling her name out of his window. Fuck. Thanks to him, she was as black as all the shadows in the midnight sweat suit. The only color was the red of her hair, and in the woods he doubted he’d spot it. He needed light. A flood light, not a flashlight, not moonlight.

He made his way to the bottom of the driveway and drove to the highway next. Nothing. He sat at the stop sign looking all around. God, please show me, show me which way she went. The truck grumbled quietly as he waited for direction. And waited.

Solomon banged the steering wheel three times. “Show me! Show me where she went just point my fucking truck in the right direction, please!” he yelled. “I beg you!” The shaky whisper came last, but another eternal minute brought the same verdict as before. A big fat nothing.

He turned toward Miss Mary’s. He had to talk to somebody, he couldn’t keep this in. She might know something, anything. He drove slowly to her house, praying by some chance Chaos had come this way. His heart sank as he turned down Miss Mary’s driveway knowing the odds of her even finding it were remote.

Once at Miss Mary’s he knocked on the door, trying not to bang too loud. “It’s Solomon,” he yelled, letting her know.

“I’m comin, I’m comin.” He waited for the door to open while looking all around in the woods for any sign of movement. She opened it finally. “Solomon?”

“Miss Mary,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry to wake you, may I come in?”

“What in tarnation? You know you don’t ask me that youngin.” She wheeled herself out of the way and Solomon entered, shutting the door and locking it.

“I need help,” he said then, pacing.

“Whatever is wrong?”

“Well, see,” he fought to hold his voice at calm, “I’ve been taking care of a woman at my house. I found her half dead in the woods.” He suddenly knelt before her and whispered, “She made me swear not to tell. But Mary, after spending a couple of days with her I learned some things, I dug around in that mind of hers.” He nodded and went on, “I wouldn’t be here telling you this if I wasn’t desperate, but I don’t know what else to do. She’s into some really bad things. A-a sick group of people that likes hurting her and they call it good. She was half dead when I found her Mary. I’m not exaggerating.”

“I know you ain’t,” she said frailly.

“She tried to get sexual with me and I refused because she doesn’t need that,” he said, grabbing hold of the woman’s frail hands. “She just wanted to thank me. With sexual pleasure.” He closed his eyes as his heart ached in his chest then he grabbed his head. “Now she’s gone and I don’t know where she’s gone but I need to find her.” He went back to pacing. “I’m worried she’ll go back there, I’m worried what they’ll do to her.”

“You got a name for this youngin?”

“She went by the name of Chaos but I think it’s not her real name.”

“Good Lort that’s a frightful name.”

Solomon tried to remember details that might help. “She-she mentioned a desecration had to go on.” He looked at her. “You ever heard of that?

Her hand fluttered to her mouth. “Don’t say that here, son.”

He froze staring at her. “What? De-“

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