Depraved by Trent Evans

Chapter 29

He was watching her as soon as she entered the room. She tried not to rush to the cage, but she couldn’t help herself.

He sat on the bed, arms cuffed behind him. They’d allowed him a pair of trousers, but otherwise he was naked from the waist up, and barefoot.

“It’s… good to see you,” he said.

She wrapped her hands about the bars. She didn’t care that the torn shift was probably displaying more of her breasts than she otherwise would have wanted.

“Are you… did they hurt you?”

He shook his head. “Said I wasn’t any good to them busted up. That if I told them what they wanted to know, they wouldn’t kill me.”

“I’m sorry…”

Anger burst within her at the idea of simply killing him. But they were soldiers, doing what… soldiers knew how to do. “I want to come in there. Is it safe?”

She didn’t know why she asked it. Perhaps so that she could say she had, if questioned later? For she saw no violence in his dark eyes.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

The key screeched the tiniest bit as she turned it in the lock, and then she flung the door open, plunging inside the enclosure.

She wasn’t sure why she needed to, but she embraced him immediately, her heart beginning to pound, her head swimming just a bit at the feel of his hard body against hers, the male scent of him filling her nostrils.

“I… want you, Yulia.” He murmured the words into her hair, and she caught her breath when she heard it.

Allowing herself to touch him, she eased her palms over the broadness of his chest, touching the thick veins evident at the fronts of his shoulders.

She tickled fingertips down the washboard of his hard abs, marveling at how many there were. She didn’t know men had that many abdominal muscles, and in such marvelous, mouthwatering display.

That’s because this is no mere man.

“I… we… need your help, Jon.”

Though every atom of her being wanted to do anything but, she pulled back, looking up into his eyes. It nearly took her breath away.

How was it possible this beautiful male animal was the same person who’d taken her, brutalized her? Used her?

And at the same time, that it was him… stirred things deep within. Her pussy was already slick and hot, her nipples tight points against the rough fibers of the shift.

She pressed her palm down upon the thick bar of need running down one thigh from his crotch, and gave it a gentle squeeze, her heart in her throat, the letdown of wetness between her legs so strong she feared she might drip down onto the concrete of the cell’s floor. God, his cock was huge!

“What do you need, Yulia?” He nuzzled her nose with his, his lips brushing her cheek.

“I need… I need… I want you to drive us… out to the Emerald Fen… in your rover. Please… please Jon.”

“I’ll do it—on one condition. Look at me.”

She met his gaze, the fire there now every bit as bright as it had been on those torrid, agonizing nights when he’d hurt her, and teased her, and edged her, and made her beg.

“I get to take you—right here, right now. I want inside you, Yulia. I belong inside you.” He nipped her lip between his teeth for a moment. “You need me there, too. I can smell your need, girl.”

“I can’t…” In truth, all she wanted to do was to give in to him. Oh Gods, how she wanted it.

Worse were the images flashing through her mind, and the power of them, the twisted pleasure they gave her made her acquiesce to them.

She rose from the bed, and hiked up her shift. His gaze flashed as he watched her, as she revealed the molten core of her sex to him.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he breathed, staring at it, as if transfixed.

“It’s… what you do to me. And I don’t understand it. Any of it.” She bent down, and unzipped his fly, drawing forth the heavy, veined cock, so incredibly hot in her hand.

He twisted around, showing her his hands, pointedly jiggling the chain of the cuffs binding his wrists behind him.

But she shook her head at him, not quite knowing why she refused to release him for this.

His eyes fluttered, then they narrowed, but a smile creased his lips regardless. He growled low and deep in his chest as she pumped his cock in her fist a few times, loving the feel of the thick veins, the velvet over steel hardness, the scent of his wetness, already welling from the tip, the liquid sticky and glistening.

“I… want to know something, Jon.”

“Only if you let me fuck you,” he said, a sharpness to his voice now, his lust seeming to take over more by the second.

“I shouldn’t…” she said as she straddled him, the head of his penis jostling against her inner thighs.

“But you will.”

“They might come in.” She ran the big head of his cock through the soft wetness of her slit, using it to rub her already swollen clit.

“Yes, they might, but I don’t care, Yulia. Put it inside.”

She squeezed it, just under the broad head, and he moaned again. “Now,” he growled.

Aiming it just so, she could hold back no longer, sinking down upon him.

The uncomfortable, and at once delicious, stretch as he pushed deeper made her stifle a cry against his shoulder, gently biting his muscled flesh there.

“Yesss,” he hissed at her ear, as she embraced him, wrapping her arms around him tightly as she buried as much of him inside as she could, the huge head stretching her so deeply in a way that she swore threatened to drive her insane with the pleasure of it.

“I want… to know…” she murmured against his neck, beginning a slow rise and fall upon his long, thick shaft. “Will you… still want to… hurt me… if we’re… equals?”

“What?”

She smiled at the tone, loving the fact she’d surprised him, and at the same time, afraid of what his answer might be.

Afraid of what she wanted it to be.

He seemed to regain his composure quickly though, his deep chuckle doing things to her mind she couldn’t understand, making her cunt squeeze down upon him in both pleasure and pain. “I don’t care when, or where, Yulia. I’ll always… give you what you need.”

She let her head fall back and he kissed and licked the exposed flesh of her chest as she rode him faster, the head of his cock feeling like it might tear her apart as she came down upon it, over and over.

“I’ll make it hurt… every time, Yulia. I’ll give you what you need… and what you fear.” He bit the upper curve of one of her breasts, and she hissed softly. “Then I’ll kiss the marks better—and promise you I’ll make it worse the next time.”

“Oh, my Gods,” she whispered harshly, terrified if she were louder, she might alert the others.

“Every… fucking… time… I’ll… make it hurt for you. The way you want it.”

“Oh… oh… no… no… ahhh!” She muffled her cry against his neck, his body going tense as she bit into him there, her pussy rippling and squeezing the entirety of his length as she came, the power of his dark words, the sweet, twisted promise in them, sending her over the edge.

It was enough for him, too, and he bucked up into her, once, and again, then a third time, holding himself so deep as she quivered and moaned softly against him. His seed flooded her, so far inside, but it came pouring back out around his cock, soaking a dark spot in the bed.

Finally, he relaxed, and she sagged down against him, her entire body humming with the pleasure, her thighs shaking, her breathing whistling in and out of her lungs. His body was so hot, sweat upon his chest. The glistening of it against his muscles urging her on, and she licked it from his skin, the salt on her tongue making her moan softly once again.

She spoke the last words against the massive slabs of his pectoral muscles, as exhaustion began to set in.

“I’ll… hold you… to it… Jon.”

“Someday soon,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. “Someday very soon, Yulia.”