Kimera Chapter 19

I hated to admit it, but going up against Jazzy and punching her had an odd effect on me. It made me crazy to have Spawn. It was all I could do to say our goodbyes to the Highwaymen and endure the drive home. He held my hand the whole drive back. Tinker, Crusher, Gravel, and Sandman decided to stay longer. They were adults. They could do whatever they wanted. Stallion was nice enough to offer them rooms at their clubhouse rather than staying at our hotel. We’d been offered the same, but we kindly declined.

As soon as we got behind the locked door of our room, I began to strip. Spawn watched with a hungry look on his face. He took off his cut and hung it over a chair. As he took off his boots, he spoke to me. “Are you eager to go to sleep, baby?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m dying to have my man get naked then fuck me. I need you, Aidan. God, I’m burning up inside,” I whimpered as I tossed my bra on top of my sweatshirt and top on the floor. My shoes were off, too. Both hands shook as I undid my pants. My panties were wet from imagining what he would do to me. Last night was incredible. Even if my pussy was slightly sore still, I wanted him to take me again and again.

He let out one of those growls that made me melt last night. The feral look was returning, too. “On the bed, on your hands and knees. Spread your legs.”

I didn’t waste time removing the rest of my clothes. He was tearing his off almost as fast. I trembled as I got on the bed and assumed the position he wanted. I had my ass toward him. I felt vulnerable with my back, ass, and pussy exposed like that. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but it was still slightly nerve-racking.

I jumped when he got on the bed behind me. His hands slid over my ass cheeks. “Relax, my love. I’ll never hurt you. God, the sight of you like this has me about to burst. I want to taste your skin all over, kiss you, eat your pussy, and fuck you all at the same time. Since I can’t, what should I do first? Hmm?” he asked in a sexy, gruff voice.

I moaned and glanced at him over my shoulder. “You can do anything you want. Eat me, lick me, taste me, or fuck me. I don’t care. I want and love it all.”

He grunted. “Lay down and spread your arms and legs for me. Close your eyes and let me pleasure you.”

I did as he asked. Not being able to see him made my other sense heightened. I wondered what he’d do. My excitement increased.

“Another thing you should know about me is besides being primal. I seem to be wanting to be a pleasure Dom with you. That’s new.”

“What’s a p-pleasure Dom?” I stuttered as his hands touched my feet, and he began to lightly caress then massage them.

“It’s a dominant who likes control of his partner and uses anything he can to bring his partner as much pleasure as you can stand. That can be as simple as what I’m doing right now, to depriving your senses or using toys and other things to get you to lose control. The more you come and the more pleasure I can give you, the more I get.”

“Making me feel good makes you feel good?”

“It makes me so fucking hard that I want to come over and over. Let me pleasure you, baby. I want you to scream loud, hard, and repeatedly as I make you come apart for me. Show me I’m the only one who can give you that,” he groaned.

“Yes,” I whispered. I jumped when I felt his lips on the soles of my feet. I had no idea what I’d agreed to. I lost track of time as he worked his way up my body. He would randomly whisper the things he looked forward to using when we got home to make it even better for me. I didn’t know how it was possible without killing me.

He constantly switched between simple touches to using his nails, lips, and teeth. He rubbed his slight stubble on my skin, too. He caressed, kissed, licked, and bit me all over. I couldn’t keep my cries inside as I got hotter and hotter. I felt like I was leaking a puddle underneath me. When he got to my pussy, he licked and sucked it, paying attention to my clit. I came quickly. I was barely back down from an intense orgasm when he left me. “Don’t look,” he ordered.

It was hard not to as he moved around. I heard a drawer, I think, open and close, and then there was a snapping sound. The mattress dipped, so I knew he was back. I jumped when I felt something cold touch my asshole. I moaned for sure this time. God, was he doing what I thought? A finger pressed against my asshole. I tensed up. I couldn’t help it.

“Babe, can I? I think you’ll like this once we get you past the first part. It burns, but then it can be so pleasurable. I can make you come even harder fucking this ass as I eat your pussy. Hell, I could make you come from just fucking your ass.”

“Really? Women enjoy it? I know they show it in porn movies, but I thought that was just for show. Do you like that? Do you want to only use your finger?”

“Yes, some women do enjoy it, but not all. From what I’ve seen of you, I believe you will. It’s not just in porn, and I do like it. If I’m being totally honest, I’d like to not only use my finger, but if you enjoy it, I’d want to try to progress you to taking dildoes and butt plugs. The ultimate would be if you’d trust me to use my cock to make you mindless.” his voice got lower and gruffer as he explained.

Could I do it? Would I like it? Did this make me kinky because the thought was frightening and exhilarating at the same time? Of course, I now knew my man was kinky. If I was his woman, it made sense I would be too. He didn’t press forward or say anything. He was letting me decide. I think it was his patience that made my decision for me.

“Show me. I want to see if you can make me come.”

“Thank you, baby. I want you to try to relax as much as you can and push out as I press in. That’ll help. If it becomes too much, tell me to either slow down or stop. If you detest it, we won’t continue or do it again.”

“I trust you, Aidan. I’m ready.”

He groaned softly, then his finger pressed gently against my asshole harder. It reluctantly opened to let him slip the tip inside. I pressed out like he said, but it stung and hurt, although not terribly. I moaned.

“Okay?”

“Yes,” I said. I wasn’t about to chicken out this fast. I wanted to give it a true chance. Although if it was all like this, I didn’t see myself wanting to do it again.

He barely eased his finger back, then pushed deeper. I hissed at the burn but didn’t tell him to stop. “Fuck, you have no idea how hot it is to see your ass taking my finger, Hotcake. It’s so damn tight, just like your pussy. Another deep breath and push,” he ordered.

I did it automatically, and his finger went deeper. I don’t know if I was getting used to the burning or if it was becoming less, but it didn’t seem to be as bad. He began to thrust it slowly in and out. I jumped when his teeth nipped my ass cheek, and his finger pushed in further. Two fingers slid through my cream and then invaded my pussy. Lord, I felt full with his fingers in both holes. He ramped up the speed of his thrusts. I moaned and pressed back unintentionally. Lord, it was starting to feel really good. I tried to move my hips.

“That’s it. Get up on your knees so you can ride my fingers. Fuck yourself on them. Ride ‘em,” he panted.

I awkwardly got up and tentatively pushed back on his fingers. The sensations it created made me moan. Forgetting to keep my eyes closed, I opened them and looked over my shoulder. His gaze was smoldering as he met mine. He licked his lips. “Harder,” he muttered.

I let go, and within seconds, I was thrusting back hard again and again. I could feel the tingling and tightening low in my back and belly. I was getting close. I saw him fisting his cock with his other hand hard and fast. He was so hard and dripping precum. The head was dark red. I moaned and came thinking of his cock replacing his fingers in both my holes. I screamed and shook as I orgasmed. It was a hard and long release again.

By the time I was done coming, I was weak. I was about to sink to my belly again, but he had other ideas. Abruptly, his fingers were gone, then he was over the top of me, thrusting inside. I cried out as his much larger cock opened my pussy up. A hand reached up to grab my hair and pull it. The other went to my hip to help him jerk me back on his cock.

“Christ, you feel so fucking good. Ride my cock, baby. Come on it and make me come,” he snarled.

I became mindless again as I pounded back as he hammered forward. It wasn’t more than a few minutes before I came for him, and I screamed until I was hoarse. Wetness gushed down my legs. He was grunting, growling, and making snarling sounds. I was leaning with my head on the bed as I shivered by the end. Suddenly, he pulled out, and I felt warmth cover my lower back. I peeked to find him jerking his cock and shooting his cum all over my back. Damn, I was kinky because I found it sensual. I moaned, and I swear I had a mini orgasm.

When he stopped coming, he took some of his cum and pressed it up inside of me. The rest he rubbed into my skin. He even licked his fingers clean. I knew at that moment I’d never get enough of him, this, or be able to live without him. He moved up and rolled me so he could take my mouth. I eagerly gave it to him. Christ, I loved this man and the things he did to me.

“I love you, Kimera. No one can ever fit me like you do. When this is over, promise you’ll let me fully claim you. I can’t be without you. Move in with me.”

“I love you too. What do you mean by claiming me completely? I thought you did already. You call me your old lady. As for living with you, what about my house? Toro?”

“I mean, you’ll accept a property cut and my ring and agree to marry me ASAP. You can keep the house or sell it. It’s up to you. As for Toro, he loves the compound.”

“Yes, he does, but he’d have to live in the house with us. He’s family to me.”

“Babe, I love your dog. Hell yeah, he’ll be in the house with us. Who else will help me guard our children and you? You didn’t answer me. What about the cut and ring?”

His remark about kids made me picture myself pregnant again. It didn’t scare me like it would’ve before. As for having his name on me and his ring, I had definite thoughts on that too. I know he mentioned it, and so had I, but I guess I hadn’t considered it with us, truly. I waited almost a minute before I answered him. I smirked as I did. “Well, I guess if you insist, the answer is yes to both. You’ll have to make sure to give me lots of orgasms so I don’t change my mind,” I teased him.

I squealed as he tackled me. I giggled and tried to get away as he wrestled me into submission. When I was trapped, he kissed me. It soon led to us moving on to round two. I’d be much sorer by morning, but I didn’t care.

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I should’ve known our bubble of happiness would burst. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t what happened. In some ways, it was one of my worst nightmare situations. Spawn had gone out with his brothers to do some recon, as they called it. They were taking a gamble that they might see Paden. I thought it was a waste of time, but if it gave them something to do, then who was I to ruin it? They were bored, and Spawn was frustrated.

His usual tricks weren’t giving him results. For a man who lived by his computer, it was as if a best friend had betrayed him. Paden was staying well hidden. No one had sighted him, nor had he left any kind of digital trail Spawn could follow. I was beginning to worry we’d have to leave and go home, leaving this unresolved. Neither of us could stay here forever. I was anxious to go back and start our life together.

It was while Spawn was out I decided to leave the hotel. I found something I’d been trying to find for Brent since before Christmas. He was such a cute little guy, and I wanted to give him this gift the next time we saw them. Other than the Punishers’ kids for a few weeks and at Christmas, I hadn’t been able to spoil any. I’d bought him and Brie gifts for the holiday, but this was one I’d been looking for, and it had been sold out. I got an alert saying a store in town had just gotten some in.

Lucky for me, I had the car. Spawn went in the SUV his brothers had rented. I hoped Claudia and Sonny didn’t kill me. Brent’s love of motorcycles was obvious even before he met Spawn. It was this love that made me look for this item in the first place. It was one of those toy motorized motorcycles for toddlers. It was similar to the motorized cars you saw all the time. I planned to get him a helmet and other safety equipment to go with it. I didn’t think it would be worse than the scooter I saw him trying to ride in the driveway. He was a daredevil.

The store was across town. I called and asked them to hold one for me, and they said they could for an hour, so I got myself out the door and over there. One of the guys who worked there loaded it in the car for me. I was excited as I drove back to the hotel. As I sat at a light in town, out of nowhere, I realized I was only a mile or two from the neighborhood where I’d lived with the Gallaghers. I don’t know why it popped into my head or why I put on my blinker to turn, but the next thing I knew, I was driving down their street.

It had changed since I lived here. The houses were showing their age and weren’t as cared for as they used to be. The lawns were messy, and it had a sad air of neglect. It was a middle-class neighborhood back then. I wasn’t sure what it was now. Seeing their house made my gut clench, and I felt sick to my stomach. I slowed to a crawl as I stared at it. Although they no longer lived there, I wanted to pound on the door and confront them. I was so shaken by the thought of it that I stopped, parked across the street, and put my head down on the steering wheel. I needed a minute. I sucked in deep breaths. I should’ve never come here, or at least not without Spawn.

Hoping he wasn’t busy and knowing he’d be pissed, I called him. I had to hear his voice. Nightmares were crowding in on me. I was on the brink of a panic attack. He answered me quickly. “Hey, Hotcake, do you miss me already?” he said in a teasing tone.

“Spawn, I…” I couldn’t get the words out.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Are you alright?” he asked urgently.

I drew in a shaky breath before finding my voice. “I’m not hurt, but I did something stupid. I don’t think I can drive back to the hotel.” I cringed having to admit that. Boy, that made me sound weak.

“Where are you?”

“I’m outside the old Gallaghers’ house. I never expected seeing it to affect me like this. I’m shaking, and I feel sick to my stomach. Oh God,” I sighed in defeat. The bastard wasn’t even here, and he was messing with me.

“Sonofabitch! Hold on.” I heard him talking muffled to one of the guys. He must’ve put his hand over the microphone. He was back in moments and continued. “We’re coming. I know the address. What in the world made you go over there? If you needed to see it, why didn’t you wait for me to take you?” I could hear how upset he was.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t on purpose. I had to go get something at a store. On the way back, I was at a light, and it dawned on me how close I was to the house. The next thing I knew, I was driving down the damn street. It was as if I was on autopilot or something. Who lets a house shake them up like this? I’m acting like a dingy drama queen,” I huffed. Disgust at myself was evident.

“You’re not dingy or a drama queen,” I heard Crusher growl in the background.

“You have me on speaker?!” I practically shouted. My face began to burn.

“I do, and we’re family. It’s not like we’re having phone sex,” Spawn said in that sexy voice of his. This made my body shake but for a whole different reason. It was lust.

“Don’t let us stop you having it,” Sandman hollered.

“Why? Do you need pointers? Is your game that bad with the ladies?” Tinker joked.

Their banter put a smile on my face, and I chuckled. It helped to get my mind off where I was.

“Hey, I’ll have you know the ladies love me, and I have no need in that department. I could give the rest of you lessons,” Sandman shot back. Their laughter made me laugh hard.

“Wow, lessons, really? I can’t imagine you’re better than Spawn. He’s a sex god,” I blurted out.

“Jesus Christ, you’ve got that poor woman fooled. Sweetheart, I know I can put him to shame,” Tinker informed me. I could tell he was trying not to laugh.

“I don’t know about that old man. Can you still get it up?” Gravel asked.

“Fuck you, I’m not old, I’m seasoned. You haven’t hit thirty yet. You’re lucky you know where to stick it,” Tinker informed him.

“He told me he puts it in their ears. His cock is that small,” Crusher barked out as he chuckled. I lost it. They argued and teased back and forth. I was so diverted I forgot all about the house. I was startled when they pulled up behind me about ten minutes or so later. I hung up and waited for Spawn to get to the car.

He didn’t waste time getting out and over to me. I unlocked the door so he could get in the front passenger seat. As soon as he was in, he leaned over, grabbed me, then tugged me toward him. He laid one of his brain-melting kisses on me. He didn’t rush. When I came up for air, I was dizzy and ready to go back to the hotel and get out of our clothes.

“I’m here. Let’s switch spots, and I’ll drive. Come on,” he said as he moved his hand to the door handle.

Before he could open it, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I glanced over, and all air rushed out of me. I cried out, “No!”

He followed my gaze, and when he saw what I did, he swore as he took his phone out of his cut. “You’ve got to be fucking joking,” he snapped.

While he made his call, I sat there frozen as my rapist took his time going to the mailbox and then ambled back to the front door as if he didn’t have a care in the world. I didn’t listen to what Spawn was saying. My thoughts were scattered. I didn’t come back to myself until Spawn grabbed my hand. That’s when I realized I’d reached into my purse and was trying to pull out my handgun. In Louisiana, you had to have a permit to carry, but they accepted it from some states, and Virginia was one of them.

“Babe, look at me,” he ordered. I looked at him.

“We can’t kill him right here as much as I’d love that. We’re gonna head to the Highwaymen’s Club and tell them what we found. I promise he’s not about to get away. Gravel is taking this car, and he’ll keep an eye on him to be sure he doesn’t go anywhere. I need you to drive down the street a bit so we can change out without attracting his attention. Can you do that?” he asked.

I numbly nodded. He watched me with concern as I started it and put the car in gear. Thank goodness I didn’t have far to go. I stopped when he told me to. In no time, I was out of my car and into the SUV with the others while Gravel took mine. We pulled away, leaving him behind to watch Paden. I sank into my mind, and unwanted memories came to mind. I couldn’t get them to stop.

The image of him coming into my room the night he told me what he wanted and what he’d do if I didn’t submit was crystal clear. As were all the other ones. The nights he’d come to visit me and hold his hand over my mouth so I couldn’t make noise anyone could hear. I’d cry the whole time, and he’d get angry, but I couldn’t help it. After he was done and left, I would run to the bathroom and puke, then take a shower and scrub myself almost raw.

I would lie in bed every night dreading it. I never knew when he’d come, so I barely slept. My foster parents were wondering why my grades were slipping since I had always been an honor student until then. I wanted to tell them so badly, but I was scared and didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t just blurt it out.

Finally, after several months, I knew I couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. Paden was gone for the weekend with some friends. I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about him. The first night he was away, I went to the living room. I was so nervous. My whole body was shaking, and I was trying not to throw up. The Gallaghers were watching television.

“Beck, Dorothy, can I talk to you?” They’d insisted I call them by their first names.

“Sure, honey. Let me turn off the TV,” Dorothy said. She shut it off. The silence was deafening. She gave me a tiny smile. She’d been so sweet to me. We’d cook and bake together, and she did all those things you expect a good mom to do. I really loved being here, except for Paden. I had a little sister, and I’d always wanted one of those.

“I need to tell you something bad, but I don’t know how to tell you. That’s why my grades have been slipping.”

“Kimera, you know you can tell us anything. We’ve been worried. You’re not yourself, and then the grades on top of it. You’re always so studious. We know you want to be a nurse when you grow up. That takes good grades. Whatever it is, just spit it out,” Beck said kindly.

“He’s right. Tell us. Is it a boy?” Dorothy asked.

I looked back and forth between them. They both wore expressions of concern. Taking a deep breath to quell my nerves, I decided to do what they said. There was no way to say it to make it sound better.

“It does involve a guy. It started about four months ago. He threatened me into having sex with him. Since then, whenever he wants it, I’ve had to give it to him. I don’t want to, but I’m scared of him and what he’ll do,” I had tears running down my face by the time I got that much out.

Dorothys look of horror was offset by Becks look of anger. He came up off the couch. “Who? Who the hell would dare to do that? I want his name. I swear it’ll stop, and he’ll wish he’d never met you,” he snapped.

My heart jumped for joy. They would help me, thank God. Shakily, I answered him, “I’m sorry to tell you this, but it’s Paden. He said if I didn’t let him, he’d do it to Claudia. I couldn’t let him do that.”

They both froze for several seconds. When they finally could talk, what came out of their mouths wasn’t what I expected. The first was Dorothy. “How dare you accuse our son of such a vile thing! You ungrateful girl, we’ve been nothing but good to you, and you do this!” she shrieked.

I flinched. “I’m not lying,” I protested.

“What do you hope to accomplish by accusing our son of this? He’s a good boy and would never touch someone underage, let alone someone in our house. We’ve taken in others before you, and none of them have ever dared to say such things about him,” Beck yelled.

“I don’t know why they didn’t. Maybe it was just me, but he’s been raping me! I wouldn’t lie about something that terrible,” I cried back. Thank God Claudia was staying at a friend’s house tonight. I didn’t want her to know this. Her sleepover was another reason I picked tonight to tell them.

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear another lie out of your mouth. Get out of our sight. If you dare to tell anyone that disgusting lie, you’ll regret it. We should’ve never taken you in, you ungrateful little bitch,” Beck yelled louder. His fists were clenched. I was afraid he was gonna hit me. I backed away from him. Dorothy was crying. I took off running for my room.

That was the beginning of the end for me. They refused to look or speak to me after that night. They acted like I didn’t exist. Paden didn’t come to my room when he got back. I had no idea if they told him what I said or not, but I was happy not to have any visits. A week later, my social worker came to the house unexpectedly and told me I was moving. I was forced to pack only my clothes and schoolbooks. As she walked me to her car, the Gallaghers watched from the window. They didn’t even say goodbye.

It was after that I began to distrust people. Making friends became almost impossible. I finished out my time in a group home, which was fine with me. I kept to myself and focused on my studies so I could go to college when I got out of high school. By some miracle, I was given grants and scholarships. It was the only way I could do it since I had to work full-time just to live. I had a shitty studio apartment in the worst neighborhood. It was a wonder I hadn’t been killed or raped there.

“Babe, we’re here,” Spawn said softly. His voice was what dragged me back to the present, and I looked up to see we were pulling into the Highwaymen’s compound, I guess you’d call it. It’s what the Punishers called their enclosed area around the clubhouse.