25

Rae

January 15th, 2020

I slammed my fist into his left cheekbone, easily avoiding his counterattack by dropping and swiping my leg across his.

He hit the ground with a thud, rolling back and righting himself before lunging.

I shoved myself high into the air, but he had anticipated it.

He slammed into me with the force of a dump truck, knocking the air from my lungs as we hit the ground, my head snapping back, hitting the mat painfully.

“Fuck,” I grunted as he pinned me down.

The sweat from his nose dripped to my chest, his eyes flaming in pride. “Good, but not good enough.”

I fought against him, but even with both of us slick with sweat, his grip was firm. “Fuck you,” I snarled. I was plenty good, but not good enough to beat a decade of training.

He smiled. “You will.” He shoved himself to a stand, letting me get up on my own.

It’s been almost two months since I heard anything from Malachi regarding my father.

Two months since Jack locked Max and Nora in the basement at the cathedral.

Two months since we found that name, Blanchard.

Two months since anything happened at all.

He wasn’t sure why. It didn’t make any sense for everything to just stop. He had spent hours and hours on the computer, on his phone, looking for anything about this Blanchard guy that had been mentioned at the Mayor’s party, but every Blanchard we found only led to another dead end. We had nothing.

Despite that, despite zero leads, the stalemate, I found myself grateful.

Every single day for the last two months, we trained. He forced me to shift my diet, cut out coffee, become the healthiest version I could be.

The first month had been brutal. My body ached all the time, I had bruises constantly, sprains, I was more exhausted than I thought possible, but that didn’t stop us from fucking like rabbits every chance we got.

Everything was a lesson. From the fucking to eating to the actual training, there was always something new to be learned.

However, we were both shocked to learn how natural I was at it. Some things I had picked up as if I had been doing it my entire life. The stances, certain moves that felt like instinct to me. What broke me was how out of shape I was, but now?

I was in the best shape of my life. It did wonders for our sex life, and I felt unstoppable. I had never looked better. There were still a few things I feared. Killing someone again, for one, but I would do whatever I had to do to live. That was the name of the game.

Kill or be killed.

Jack pulled out his phone as I rolled my shoulders. That last night we spent in the house only lasted until I slipped into a sex induced coma. When I woke up, my cunt was sore, I was tied to a bed that wasn’t mine, and all of my things were set up around the room.

During the time I was unconscious, he had fucked me several times, moved all of my things over, unpacked everything, and fucked me again. I was pretty certain he had drugged me, but honestly, I didn’t care. I had gotten fucked, I had gotten to sleep, and I didn’t have to unpack anything at all. What a dream it had been.

That had become a new game of ours, something I absolutely loved. Especially when he gave me just enough sedative to put me on the verge of unconsciousness. Everything felt so goddamn good then.

The house was beautiful. In the woods a few miles away from the cathedral, away from the city, which I loved more than I thought I would.

I still went to LA from time to time, but after he had the Initiates build us an entire building filled with training equipment, I found myself not going as often as I had in the beginning.

I had everything I needed here, there was no reason to be going out and searching for clubs or drugs. Not that I had the energy to do it anyway.

The only thing I felt somewhat guilty about was not getting in contact with Viv. Sometimes we went months without talking anyway, but the guilt was still there despite knowing that we had never actually gone to school together. Who was she to me? How did we actually know each other? How did we meet? All questions I could answer if I would just grow a pair and call her.

But everything was so good right now. Was it selfish of me to want to hold onto that for as long as I could before shit hit the fan again?

“Fine.” Jack hung up. “I have to go on assignment.”

I nodded, reaching for my water bottle. “There’s been nothing here,” I agreed. “In LA?”

“Texas,” he responded.

I felt a twinge in my gut but ignored it. It was normal for him, leaving. In fact, he had made it abundantly clear that having assignments only in LA had been for my benefit, not theirs. I had expected this, but it still sucked on some deeper level. “Great, I don’t have to get my ass handed to me then.”

“I still expect you to train twice a day, go on runs,” he explained, grabbing his towel. “Drink, eat as I’ve said. And don’t use the new toys in the bedroom. No getting off without me, Princess. That’s an order.”

I rolled my eyes, taking a long drink. I liked my ‘meal plan’. It was good, it made me feel good. Sure, it had taken a couple of weeks to get used to, but now I couldn’t imagine going back to how it was. I’d allow him to think it was his choice though, it made his ego throb.

As for the toys? I could handle the punishments when he returned. He couldn’t stop me from masturbating. He had put me into a routine. My body craved orgasms now. I wouldn’t stop just because he ordered me too.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he warned as if reading my thoughts.

“Like what, Jack?” I asked, finding his eyes. “I don’t need the drugs, I’ve got your cock.”

His pupils dilated at just the mention of anything sexual. It was fun. He acted like this big bad dangerous man, but he was at the mercy of sex as much as I was. “Like going to the cathedral and talking to Max, Nora, Carrie, or Benji.”

My sarcastic response stopped in its tracks, and I straightened. “Benji and Carrie?” I didn’t know he had brought them in. “When did that happen?”

It had been easy to locate them, according to Zo, but Jack had taken his time with actually going after them which had thoroughly annoyed me. I couldn’t pretend I knew everything about how Jack and his family worked, but I had found it annoying that he had taken his sweet time in bringing in the others we knew about. Now I was just annoyed that he didn’t tell me he finally had.

“A week ago,” he answered distantly.

“What the fuck?” I asked in disbelief. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I wasn’t sure they’d live. They put up a fight.”

I glared at him. “But you haven’t questioned them yet?”

“I’ve been here.”

“Jack.” Fucking dick. I deserved to know, whatever his beliefs were, this had to do with me. My family. My past. I deserved to know when he decided to finally bring in the last two remaining suspects.

He rolled his eyes. “Zo spent a session with them. Nothing yet.”

I pressed my lips into a thin line. “Jerk.”

He rose a brow. “What was that?”

I searched his eyes, my heart picking up, but the anger burning brighter. “I know you don’t have to tell me shit, and I appreciate what you do share with me, but it’s been two months. Why keep that from me?” I asked, softening my voice, my eyes. “It’s not important to The Family, just to me.” He had a weak spot. I discovered it two weeks after we moved here. All I had to do was pout a little, soften my voice to something more seductive, a little huskier, and he would do whatever I wanted. To an extent.

His eyes flicked to my lips and back as I closed the distance between us, sliding a hand over his damp chest. “There was no information to tell you. Don’t go to the cathedral, Rae, I’m serious.”

I caught my lip between my teeth, his muscles tensing under my touch. No information? I couldn’t quite tell if he was lying or not. “I know,” I told him, looking at his lips. “I won’t.” I would. I’d go as soon as they left. “Is Zo going with you?”

“That’s the deal,” he answered, his hands sliding over my hips, his fingers scratching over the skin on my waist.

Perfect.

I was ready for this. I was ready to talk to them. I would ask them why they were after me, what happened to my mom, why my family had been targeted. Even if I didn’t get the answers, maybe seeing them tied up down there would help me find some peace.

“Rae,” he warned as if he could read my thoughts. “Zo didn’t get anything from them, neither will you.”

I could sure as fuck try though.

I traced a finger over the ‘R’ scar above his heart. “How long will you be gone?”

“As long as it takes,” he responded evenly, his eyes warning me that there would be consequences if I went through with it.

My heart picked up a beat, my stomach hollowing at the impending loneliness I was bound to feel after he left. He and Zo have been all I have had for the last two months now. I wasn’t looking forward to being alone, even with the distractions. “I guess I’ll have to get reacquainted with my toys then,” I teased, meeting his eyes for half a second before turning on my heel and heading for the edge of the mat.

I didn’t even make it three feet before he wrapped his hand in my ponytail and jerked me back.

I spun around, wrapping one arm over and then under his arm, grabbing my own hand and jerking his arm up.

He snarled, releasing my hair, grabbing under my arm, the other hand sliding between my legs. He lifted me up with ease and I screamed, clinging to him as he hit his knee and brought me down to the mat, not hard enough to hurt me because that wasn’t the point of this.

He twisted me around until I was laying on my upper back, my legs around his neck. He slid his hands up my thighs and pinned me to his shoulders, smiling as I tried to relieve some of the pressure from my neck.

“If this is how you end a fight, we’ve got problems, Princess.”

I snarled at him, my pussy throbbing. Fuck, I needed him, but I wouldn’t let him win.

I used my legs, jerking him forward, wrapping my thighs around his neck and squeezing. It took every ounce of muscle and training I had to lift myself up using my abdomen and use the force of my body to force him onto his back.

I knew he let me do it. Let me get him down, let me adjust my legs so I could straddle his neck, but once again, this wasn’t about fighting.

We were having fun.

I smiled, adjusting my knees, spreading them a little more as I slid my hand down them and lifted my chin. “Hmm, this is a good view.”

He grabbed my thighs, licking his lips. “Show me a better one,” he demanded.

I rose a brow. “Will you replace my pants?” I could do it myself, but I liked it when he bought things for me. It made me feel good.

“I’ll buy you a closet filled with them.”

I searched his eyes for a second longer before leaning back, reaching towards his pockets to find the pocketknife he kept in them. I sat up on my knees, flicked the knife out and watched him unflinching as I carefully slid the blade between my legs and slowly slid it across the seam, giving him the perfect entrance to my already wet cunt.

I set the knife to the side and found his eyes.

“Suffocate me, Princess.”

“Is that an order?”

He gripped my thighs painfully, his eyes flaming. “Yes.”

I released a breath and shifted forward, lowering myself right onto his face, his nose hitting my clit, pulling a groan from my lips as his tongue slid into me.

“Fuck,” I moaned, grinding against his tongue. He nipped at my piercing, my nails digging into my thighs. I shoved myself down on him, moving my hips faster as his tongue flattened against my clit.

It took all of two minutes for him to make me cum. Ten more to get to the shower, and we didn’t even have our clothes off before we stepped under the water, kissing fervently.

I could taste me on him as his tongue swept over mine, his hands ripping at my clothes, mine doing the same to his.

He ripped away from me, the water pooling where our clothes covered the drain. “Turn around.”

I did as he said, stepping up to the glass door, pressing myself against it, panting.

I heard him rip his belt out of his pants and step up behind me. “Hands.”

I crossed them behind me, gasping when he tightened them a little too tight. He slid the belt along my spine, bending my arms inward as if I were scratching my upper back, and he carefully wrapped the end of the belt around my neck, pulling it just tight enough to cut off most of my air before tying it off, the knot pinching my skin.

My pussy throbbed, a whimper escaping me as he flicked the belt stretched between my wrists and neck like a guitar string. It was taut enough to pinch my skin. One wrong move and my shoulders would dislocate, my air cutting off completely.

I was at his mercy.

He guided me under the water. “Don’t drown,” he hummed, and stepped back.

I spit out, trying to breathe through my mouth. I couldn’t bend my neck, and if I moved, he would cut off my breathing completely, so I took what I could and I delt with it.

A moment later, he returned. “Close your eyes.”

He washed my hair thoroughly, going through the process like he had done every night since the second night we had moved in. He watched me, in my suite, he had watched me wash myself one time, and he had been following my routine ever since. He didn’t care about how complicated it was, or how long, how careful he had to be when shaving me, he just did it.

When he was done washing both of us, he shut off the water, grabbed the belt just at the base of my neck and pushed me forward, forcing me into the bedroom. He didn’t care if I was dripping wet, he didn’t care about the mess I caused. In fact, he preferred a mess. The bigger the mess, the bigger his male ego. He was proud when I soaked his sheets, although this seemed like cheating.

He shoved me on the bed, and I gasped, coughing against the restraint as I brought one knee up, trying to push myself further onto the mattress.

Before I made it an inch, he was on top of me, his arm wrapped under that knee, forcing it up to my chest.

I groaned, pushing back against him, already feeling his hardened cock teasing my ass.

“We’re going to try something new today, hmm?” he hummed, and ran his tongue up the side of my neck.

I was finding it hard to breathe. For a few different reasons.

He sat back and slid his hands around my hips. “Ass up,” he instructed, his hard voice sending shivers down my spine.

I couldn’t do it myself, so I let him guide me up. My knees were spread further than shoulder-length apart, my ass up. He pressed down on my back, forcing it to arch, my forehead pressed into the covers. I couldn’t breathe.

I mean I could, but it was so little, I felt as if I were suffocating slowly. My head spun, my breathing coming in short and shallow bursts. My thighs clenched in anticipation as his hands slid over my ass, carefully spreading me open for him.

Seconds ticked by before I felt something warm slid over my asshole.

My eyes widened and despite myself, I struggled, trying to look back. “Jack,” I croaked.

“Shh,” he demanded, followed by a quick sharp pain to my ass.

He slapped me.

I whimpered, my wrists straining.

“Relax, Princess,” he instructed softly, the bed moving under him as he closed the short distance between his hips and mine. “Breathe.”

I swallowed, tears streaming down my cheeks. Fuck. Okay, just breathe. Breathe. It’s supposed to feel good, it just hurts when I’m tight. And I’ve always been curious about this. We’ve done everything else, so this seemed like the natural next step.

I released a slow breath and forced my body to relax, my spine lengthening, my knees spreading a little more.

“What a good girl you are,” he praised, forcing a shiver down my spine. “That’s it, baby.” I felt the tip of his cock run the length from my cunt to my ass, and I whimpered again, pushing my hips back, wanting more.

“You’re going to have to control yourself, Princess,” he told me, “and don’t forget to breathe.”

“Okay,” I whispered, my eyes falling shut. Just breathe. In and out. This couldn’t be more painful than getting your ass handed to you every day for two months. Just breathe.

He slowly pushed his cock into my asshole, and I gasped, immediately tensing, alarm bells ringing in my head. “No, nothing is supposed to go in your ass, just out. Just out.”

Jack paused. “Relax for me, Rae, you’re doing such a good job. Just relax.”

I swallowed. I trusted Jack with my life. I truly did. I could trust him with this too.

I released a breath, forcing my muscles to relax again, feeling his cock inch into me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, panting.

“Breathe, baby,” he told me, his motions slow. “That’s it, you’re doing great.” He groaned, pushing in a little more. “Breathe.”

Shit, I had never felt so full. It was so different than anything else I had experienced before. It hurt and it felt so goddamn good at the same time.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he breathed out, pushing in a little more.

Sweat broke across my skin as I fought the urge to push back. He told me not to move, I had to control myself, so that’s what I would do.

“You’re so pretty, Princess,” he cooed, his hands gripping into my thighs now. “You look so good like this. My beautiful little bitch.”

I moaned, my hips pushing back ever so slightly.

Jack grunted. “Fuck,” he cursed, his nails digging into my thighs.

We both stopped, our thundering heartbeats and labored breathing filling the room.

Fuck, it felt so good. I shuddered, my pussy dripping. I wanted something in there too. I wanted more. “Is that all of it?”

Jack chuckled breathlessly. “Not even close. All if it will take some time and some training.” He pushed in a little more, pulling a groan from my chest. “That’s two inches,” he panted.

Two inches? He had to be delusional, that felt like all of it.

A moment later the sound of a vibrator met my ears.

My breath caught as he moved slightly, sliding something under me. “Try not to drop too low, Princess, or things might get painful,” he instructed softly.

He adjusted whatever it was, and I felt my body arch violently when the tip of one of my tentacle toys teased my entrance.

“Fuck,” I groaned, rocking my hips down.

But he held me in place, the toy just barely hitting my clit, just enough to cause me to shake in need. “Don’t. Move.”

I whimpered, my body shaking. “Jack,” I begged.

He slowly pulled out of me and carefully slid back in. “Do as I say, Princess,” he ordered.

I panted, the stimulation almost too much as he pulled out and slowly pushed in again. Over and over until he was sure I was relaxed enough, stretched out enough, to do it without any horrible repercussions.

He kept my hips pinned where they were as he picked up the pace, that toy doing exactly what he intended it to do: Make me suffer.

Tears slipped down my cheeks as my mind was split between how good he felt inside of me and that toy grazing my clit.

I couldn’t help the sounds that escaped me as he picked up his pounding, his body falling over mine, his hand finding the belt at the nape of my neck. He jerked my head back, cutting off my breathing altogether.

Black spots danced in front of my eyes, my head throbbing, my body shaking. I clenched my hands into fists as I rocked my hips back and spread my knees a little further, his cock sinking into me just as my toy hit my clit full on.

My entire body went still just before the orgasm ruptured through me, Jack released the belt, giving me what little air it allowed me to have to begin with.

Sparks danced in front of my eyes as his hand slid around my stomach, holding me in place while he kept going, fucking my ass. It was such a different type of orgasm. I felt it everywhere. I felt it warm my skin and breathe fire into my veins. It felt like I had just taken the best drugs of my life and I wanted so much more.

He snarled, thrusting into me with carefully controlled, yet hard slams until I felt him cum inside of me.

That was a different sensation altogether too. One I wasn’t sure I completely liked.

Well, this is what they don’t tell you about anal.

The morning after.

I woke up to an empty bed with a note and a rose left for me on the pillow. Jack had left hours ago, and he’d be back as soon as he could.

Now I was on the toilet, grateful that he was gone. My ass was sore, but more than that, when a man cums in your ass, nobody ever mentions the fact that things sound different coming out.

I was humiliated, but it was worth it. At least it was worth it today.

Next time around, I wasn’t sure I’d get so lucky. Jack might hear me, and while I understood that this was a natural part of having anal, it didn’t mean I was any less embarrassed.

I hoped it wouldn’t be like this all day, I had shit I needed to do, and while the nerves were already bad, they would be worse if this was how all of my bathroom experiences would go all day.

An hour later, I was showered, changed, and standing outside the house, staring at my car. A car he had bought just for me upon moving here.

I could do this. All I needed was to ask a few questions, that was all. Ask them what I needed to know and leave. I could do that. Easy.

It would be easy. If they didn’t give me answers, at least I would know that I had tried.

I tightened my ponytail, straightened my shoulders, and headed for the car. This would be fine. Get in, hopefully get answers, get out.