Taken Ch. 05

Clyde looked up at me, watching my reactions as he continued further. I let out a shaky breath, while vomit burned in the back of my throat I needed him to believe I was trying. I needed him to believe I wanted him. I rested my hands on his broad shoulders, ignoring the aches, the pain as I leaned back down to kiss him back. He moaned against my lips, his kiss becoming more demanding as he pressed me against him. Memories flickered through my mind as his hands grasped my body but I pushed the thoughts away, focused my breathing. His lips moved from my lips down my chin and focusing on my neck. I tried to remain impassive, but my body deceived me. He pulled the dress off within seconds leaving me naked before him and he didn't wait for anymore encouragement. He brought his mouth to my breast, feasting on the flesh like a starving man. I struggled not to tense or pull away, I let him lead me. He unfastened his jeans, slightly fumbling but not taking any attention away from what his mouth was doing.

I tried to explain to my panicking mind, it was just a scientifically explained reaction, it didn't mean anything, but the more he manipulated my body, the less I was able to think. Clyde was compassionate as he brought his hands to my tender lips. I jumped but managed to not pull away from him. I moved my hands from his shoulder and started to undo the buttons of his plaid shirt. His chest was solid and firm, warm to the touch and I splayed my hands across it and he let out an animalistic growl. He started to gently rub his fingers up and down and I felt myself react to his touch appreciatively. His fingers were rough and callused but it wasn't long before I was getting wet. I felt my face flame but I didn't dare stop now. He stuck one finger in and I gasped as he caught my cry with his lips.

When he pulled me on top of him I had a moment of sheer panic, all plans were out the window as he positioned himself at my entrance, but before I could react he pulled me down, causing me to impale myself on his shaft. I cried out than, tears breaking free and Clyde gripped my head with his hands.

"Shh, its okay sweetheart, the pain won't last long, just relax," he soothed. He pressed his forehead against mine as I once again focused on just breathing. I wanted to pull away and run but I knew that wasn't going to help. I bit my lower lip and whimpered as my body took its sweet time adjusting to accommodate him. Everything was tender and bruised and it made it even harder for me. His fingers delved and started to massage that sweet spot. I shuddered against him as he rolled my clit between his fingertips. I was gasping, body quivering against my will as an orgasm rippled through me. I tried to fight it off; I didn't want this to feel good. I wanted it to be over and done so I could get back to my plans. But reality slapped me in the face and I dug my nails into his shoulders as I came down from my post-coital bliss.

Clyde smiled up at me; there was warmth to his face I hadn't seen before. He looked younger suddenly, and damn well pleased with himself. I gazed into his electric blue eyes long enough to see how happy that one simple moment made him. It was as though I'd declared my love passionately, even though I knew no such thing had happened. With my body less tense he grabbed my hips and guided my body up and down his member. I had my hands back on his chest for balance, my arms shaking but he kept the rhythm slow, letting me feel every single inch as it filled me. There was a strained eagerness to him, but he kept it in check. I could tell it was for my benefit that he took his time.

"You look so beautiful Skye," he whispered huskily. I could feel him as he lifted me up and pulled me back down on him, he sat up enough that he could take my other breast into his mouth while he pumped me up and down his body. He brought my face down and kissed me once more, his tongue delving deep as he enticed me to play. He let out a loud grunt as he shot his seed inside of me, body still thrusting up into me, using my body to milk him free of every last drop as he leaned his forehead against my chest and sighed.

"We're going to make beautiful babies Skye," he announced. I closed my eyes, praying to whatever god existed, whichever one could hear me to please not let that happen. I did not want to be responsible for bringing a life into this world while I was still a prisoner under him. After a few minutes of just holding me he helped me off and handed me my dress back. The chain rattled as he double checked the locks, tucked me in and I was alone once more. I had a little while to think about what happened between Clyde and I. I felt disgusted; as though I had betrayed myself. I wanted a shower, a nice steaming hot shower so that I could scrub the feel of him away. Even though deep down I knew no amount of scrubbing would ever make me feel clean again. I hugged myself tightly, repeating my mantra; my name is Lindsay, not Skye. I have two loving parents and a sister named Rachel. My best friend is a pug named Athena and my friend since 3rd grade, Annabelle. I want to be a veterinarian.

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There is much still yet to come. Large family potlucks, when Clyde must take another trip into town for supplies and shes left alone. Will Christopher get his retribution?