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The Distant Blue	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 15171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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I started screaming my head off after I could no longer hear their footsteps. “Help me!” I cried over and over. “I’ve been kidnapped!” I screamed until I had no voice left.
The door banged open and I was sobbing. Alcide stepped in alone. I could tell it was him because he was the taller of the two. “Shut the fuck up, and dry it up,” he nearly shouted.
He unhooked me and dragged me behind him. Outside I saw a field of cotton decomposing. There wasn’t a single house nearby and I realized all my screaming had been for nothing. We came to an old farmhouse that had seen better days. The front porch sagged and one of the steps leading up to the front door was missing a panel. The door was painted a bright shade of plum and when it parted I saw a spotless living room with lamps and throw pillows strewn across a worn sofa.
Alcide pulled me around the waist and flung me to the sofa. I said nothing and watched him walk into the kitchen. I bolted for the front door. I wrenched it open and ran knowing it was useless. I heard the thunder of his boots and felt his massive body crush me as he tackled me to the hard frozen earth.
He rolled me over under him and his eyes were like flaming ice. He raised himself off me and punched me as hard as I could take in the stomach. I wheezed and felt tears welling into my eyes. “That was stupid little girl,” he snarled.
“Do you know what is around here?” he didn’t wait for me to answer.
A grimace that was trying to be a smile came to his lips. “Nothing.”
“Now you will have to be punished,” he pulled me up by my thick dark hair and hauled me back into the house.
“I was going to give you some water and food,” his voice was curiously gentle and contemplative.
It had been three days and nights since I had anything to drink. I set my jaw tight and said nothing.
He came close to me and bent down with his face close to mine. “Give me one reason I should,” he said softly.
I shook my head. He laughed a little and went into the kitchen and I watched him lock the door, all three locks. He came back with a bottle of Fiji and I wanted to beg for it. I noticed on the coffee table an unfinished puzzle which looked like a battle scene from the Civil War. That’s weird, I thought absently.
The water moving around as he swung it made my head snap up. “Here’s how it works,” he sat next to me and patted my head as if I was dog. “You do things to earn what you need to stay alive.” He smiled over at me and it made me sick.
“Nod if you understand,” he forced my head up and down when I made no move to do so.
“OK now, what are you prepared to do for this,” he held up the water as he asked.
“Nothing,” I said through gritted teeth.
He smirked a little and leaned over and bit my neck till I screamed. He let me and settled back into the couch. “You need to realize that we don’t have a single neighbor for at least five miles,” his tone was conversational as if he were telling me that we were having tuna salad for lunch.
“So shut up pudding,” the southern endearment made me realize that he had a slight low country accent.
“You’re going to suck me off aren’t you?” a light laugh escaped him.
“Where’s Eric?” I asked ignoring his horrible sentence.
Alcide scowled and tufted his hair a bit. “At work,” he paused and glared at me.
“You’re into him and not me?” he seemed genuinely annoyed by this.
I shook my head. “No. Psycho. I’m not into either one of you.” I said enunciating each word.
He stared at me with disbelief. “Yeah I’m so sure,” his belief in his charm and that of his lover’s was evident.
“Look at me,” he commanded. I turned my head away and felt his fingers clamp down hard on my jaws as he turned me to face him.
“We’re going to take a shower and you’re going to do your girl scout best to get me off,” he wrenched my mouth open.
“Say yes,” he prompted.
I shook my head as best as I could in his iron grip. “No,” I choked out.
He punched me hard in the ribs until I doubled over. “Wrong answer,” he said pulling me to my feet.
Alcide pushed me in front of him and forced me up the stairs, the better to make sure I didn’t try escaping I supposed. The stairs were carpeted only in the middle with light gray carpeting, nearly the same shade of my eyes. And they were immaculate I couldn’t help but notice. There wasn’t a single bit of dirt or lint or anything.
One of them was a neat freak I thought as we entered a bathroom so clean that it looked as if it were in a hotel. The sink shone with a pearly light and the shower curtain had tropical fish on it. He snapped the door shut behind him and I shuddered as he turned to me.
“Why aren’t you at work?” I asked moving back from him.
His gaze bored into me. “I work from home,” he seemed irritated with the question.
“So are you like Eric’s housewife?” I regretted the question as soon as his hand connected with my jaw.
It immediately began to swell. “Be quiet or I’ll rip out your tongue,” he said in forced calm manner.
I wondered if he worked at all and if his joblessness wasn’t the reason that he’d gotten so angry. He bent down to start the water running and I looked around for something to hit him with. There was nothing but a small disposable soap for washing hands. And two toothbrushes nestled side by side in a porcelain container. Nothing that would knock out a six foot six man.
He waited until the water was to his liking before reaching for me. I punched him wildly trying to get free. “Do you like getting beat, is that why you keep pushing me?” his teeth were gritted with his frustration.
He forced me from the room and we came into a spotless bedroom painted a deep masculine shade of charcoal. He reached in with his free hand into the nightstand table. Out came a cable tie.
He brought me back into the bathroom and stripped me. I cried as my layers were thrown to the floor. Alcide wrenched my arms behind my back and I felt them being tied together. The water pounded down on me with incredible force. It was burning hot, almost scalding.
“Since you’re hands are tied I guess I’ll have to wash you,” he muttered.
I felt his big hands roaming over me and it was sickening. “God Eric’s right, you’re hot,” he breathed out.
He bent down to kiss me and I was so surprised that my mouth opened. His tongue was nearly as hot as the water above. I bit down on his lips; hard. This time he didn’t hit me. He wrapped one hand around my throat and choked me until I saw stars. That’s how strong he was, that’s how big his hand was, how powerful it was. With one hand he could kill me.
With his hand still on my neck he forced me to my knees. A worried expression crossed his face. “Eric won’t like missing this,” then he shrugged. “I’ll make it up to him though,” I glanced up at his rapidly hardening erection.
“Tell me little school girl, have you done this before?”
Mutely I shook my head. Brandon my boyfriend was a Christian and it had taken me months to convince him to have sex with me. Of course it no longer mattered, I thought bitterly.
He crouched down and I couldn’t help but notice his body so close to me. And the way his hair was a riot of wet curls that clung to his brow. His eyes were green as grass in the blinding light from the arrangement of bulbs above the sink. “If you bite down I will rip out all those pearly whites, do you understand,” he spoke slowly and carefully.
I nodded and he stood and pushed his cock near my mouth. “Just imagine spending the rest of your life eating soft food if you feel rebellious,” with this he parted my mouth forcefully and entered me.
I gagged because he was huge and my mouth small. And because it was humiliating. He tasted faintly of some sort of musk and the residue of just rinsed soap.
“That’s right,” he moaned. “Now pull back and lick it up and down,” he ordered.
A banging sound startled us both.
The shower curtain was yanked back and there stood Eric. He was furious. “What the fuck is going on here?” He pulled me up and out of the shower.
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