Part 71 (2/2)

She smiled at that and carefully lay herself out in the gra.s.s. She arched her back, pus.h.i.+ng her b.r.e.a.s.t.s out into the suns.h.i.+ne. She was breathing hard from her exertions, her nipples hardened into small points.

She reached her arms out towards me, beckoning me to join her with her fingers. Such a difference from that frightened paranoid girl that I'd found with Mayer and afterwards. All she needed was some respect and some care and this girl would be yours forever.

I touched her fingers with mine, and then withdrew. She looked up at me quizzically. ”I know I'm still knocked around a bit, but you don't want me?” She was genuinely surprised, her fingers touching her still bruised face. I suppose she was used to men wanting her.

This was the same girl that not a half hour ago was worried about me raping her?

I slowly nodded my head. The sight of her bare body was more than arousing. Even after my tumble with Christi this morning, I could react to Sheila.

”Come on then,” she whispered.

”Sheila, honey. I didn't give you what you wanted so that you'd have s.e.x with me. I promised I wasn't going to rape you. I enjoyed just watching you.”

She smiled shyly in the gra.s.s. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were still rising and falling in an irregular rhythm. Her nipples still hadn't fallen.

”Master? A slave wants to point out that it isn't rape if the girl wants it too.”

”Do you want it?”

She shyly nodded. She'd probably been used to some s.e.xual activity on a daily basis for a long time. Even if it hadn't been welcome. And while I'm sure the break was nice for her, her body probably expected the stimulation. I hadn't seen any indication that she had ever pleasured herself while under my care, but I suppose it was possible. Her body was healing, and she certainly looked interested. I guess I could understand.

I slowly moved into her embrace, taking pleasure in her soft skin. She embraced me fiercely, pressing herself into my body. She kissed me, aroused me. I fell into her lips, letting her guide this. My body felt like it was on fire as her fingers gently pushed me down into the gra.s.s.

I watched her as she straddled me, her fingers pulling at my s.h.i.+rt. She bent, pulling me to her, pressing her bare body into me. I felt her nipples against my bare skin for the first and last time. She kissed me again, her tongue carefully exploring.

She whispered in my ear, her breath hot and desirable. I lost my bearings, enjoying her sensations, enjoying her softness. I closed my eyes, feeling her tugging at my jeans. I felt myself, at last, naked and nude as she. I gasped as I felt her moving up my body, her skin becoming a part of mine. I unconsciously reached for her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, caressing her firmness, eliciting her gasps as I stroked her nipples.

Slowly I was engulfed by her. I felt her arousal as she lowered herself onto me. She rocked gently, seeking to get me further into herself. She moaned slightly, probably not even aware of it as she began her rhythm. Her hands left my chest and I concentrated on her sensations. She was gasping for breath, her breath hissing between her teeth. Slowly she accelerated her rhythm, searching for her own rhythm. I opened my eyes. This gorgeous creature straddled me, her blonde hair damp. Her left hand caressed her nipples alternately, her right was gently pus.h.i.+ng herself between her straining thighs. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back as she worked. I could feel her muscles quiver once as she took in a last breath of air. She shuddered, and screamed as she exploded, her fingers a blur working herself between her spread thighs. I could feel her tight v.a.g.i.n.al muscles contracting around me. The sensations were too much. Her image burned into my mind, I exploded upwards, emptying myself into her. She cried out again as she felt the warm rush of fluid within her.

Her climax lasted longer than mine, but eventually she came down with a small moan. She fell forward, trusting me to catch her as best I could. Her body was bathed in perspiration, her v.a.g.i.n.al muscles still spasming around my softening impalement.

She pulled me close, tears falling down her face. I held her on top of me, letting her cry. Eventually, she raised her face, wiping at her tears.

”I'm sorry,” she whispered. ”I. I didn't mean to cry.”

I smiled at her, understanding. Sort of. She'd been through a lot and it was ending. I almost felt like crying too.

I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, still being inside of her, but for now, it was bearable. She s.h.i.+fted her weight a little and whispered to me again.

”I. I never knew what I was missing with Mayer. I. I had climaxes, because he forced me to, but I didn't know what a real climax felt like. Thank-you.”

I wasn't sure that I had anything to do with it. She'd done all the work.

”Thank yourself. You did this.”

She smiled and rested her head on my chest. We were still joined.

Finally her musical voice spoke again, softly turned away from me.

”I. I don't want to go back.”

”I know. And I don't blame you. I'm sorry.”

”It's not your fault. But. I've tasted freedom again. I'd forgotten what it was like.”

”Sheila, honey. You are probably my worst problem. I care about you. Well, I care about everyone, but I really don't want to send you back. I have to, but you are going back to the worst situation that I can imagine.”

She lay still for a moment, unknown thoughts moving through her head. She turned her head towards me, tears streaking her face again.

”You honestly have to send me back? I. I prefer it here. I. I don't mind being your slave. I'd happily stay for you. I'm going to miss this.”

”I know you will. I know.”

She turned her head back, resigned. She knew that she was going back, and she was well aware of how bad her fate was. I had to admire her bravery. She didn't even beg me to keep her. Even if she didn't understand why, I think she understood that I would have done anything in my power not to send her back if I could.

”Sheila, honey? I want you to know that I will take care of him for you in real life. You won't remember any of this. You won't remember me. But I will make sure he's caught. And I will make sure that you are freed. Somehow. He won't get away with this. And I won't let him torture you to death. You only have to survive a couple of days. That's all.”

She had turned to face me again. She forced a weak smile onto her face.

”Even though I've seen what you can do, and what you did to Jane and Elizabeth in there. You will never be the a.s.shole that he is. You care about them, and I want to thank you. For everything. For freeing me. For not raping me. For taking care of me. And for what you are going to do for me. You never owed me anything, and, I know it's ironic, but you are kindest person I've ever met. I wish I knew who you were.”

I smiled at her and brushed her damp hair back from her face.

I squirmed a bit, feeling the tight friction of her against my soft p.e.n.i.s. She screwed up her face and actually laughed, feeling the odd sensation from the other end. I don't think I've ever felt myself go complete soft inside a woman before, and I doubt if she'd ever felt it either.

”I'm sorry. I was just so comfortable.”

She hastily withdrew and eased me out of her s.e.x. I sighed as I slipped free of her, and she laughed at the expression on my face.

”Time to go?” she asked quietly.

”Unless you want anything else. Like to take one more shot at Mayer.”

Her eyes clouded a little, but she managed to force them back to a brighter shade. She was outside, free and just had s.e.x that she had actually enjoyed. G.o.d knows how long it had been since the last time she had enjoyed s.e.x. She spoke quietly.

”Much as I'd like to see him suffer more, I don't want to ruin this by even seeing him. The only thing I want is to say good-bye to the others, if I can.” She took a deep breath and quietly continued. ”I. I think I'm ready. As ready as I can be.”

I rose to my feet and extended my hand. She smiled up at me and grasped it, pulling herself to her bare feet. She stood and watched as I quickly replaced my clothes. As I approached her, she stood on her bare toes and kissed my lips. She returned to her easy stance and smiled shyly at me. She reached out and gripped my hand. We walked almost like lovers back to the house. She purposely avoided looking at the former occupants of the house as we pa.s.sed.

She hesitated by the library door, tears beginning to form in her eyes. I patiently waited for her to control her emotions and let her decide when to push open the door. In a few minutes she wiped at her face and entered the room. Her bare feet moved in a stilted motion as the other's looked up.

Amy had joined the other two, and they were talking quietly together. They all looked up, concern on their faces as Sheila walked in.

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