The Latticed Gate Ch. 05

"I know..."

"I thought you liked how I fucked you...?

"I did!"

"No...when I looked at you, the anguish on your face... you gave me every signal to keep going...you were wet, excited, your body responding to everything! And then...tears?"

"I'm sorry..." she said suddenly feeling flushed. She glanced away from him. He palmed her chin.

"There's a mystery here...what?"

She shook her head.

"I've poured everything out to you, Elle..." he said as if he expected the same from her.

"You said something..." she stopped

"What? What did I say?"

The tears began to build in the edges of her eyes, "Good girl..."

Jake frowned confused, "why did that upset you?"

Elle felt a sudden lump in her throat. She cast her eyes downward encircled with shame.

Jake pulled her focus back to him.

"I'll tell you but I can't look at you!" She pulled her face away and again gazed downwards before continuing. "The first time I had sex...I was raped. The first time I sucked a dick I was forced to do it," she frowned hard twisting her lips in anguish. "The first time I had anal sex, I was raped!"

She could feel Jake's blue eyes bore hard into her.

"By the same person?"

She nodded. A tear slipped from her eye. Jake became quiet, suffocating quiet. She looked up at him, biting her lip.

"Who?"

She shook her head ever so lightly. That was a secret she had always sworn she would take to her grave.

"Goddamnit, Elle!" he said angrily, his jaw tight, his eyes burning. "Who was it?" he gruffly demanded.

"My father!" The tears were exiting faster than she could wipe them.

"Your biological father?"

"Yes!"

Jake suddenly ran his hands along the sides of his temples as if hearing her say it was too difficult to fathom. When he looked at Elle her tear-stained face had gone pale.

"How old?"

Elle bit her lip, she could see by his reaction; he was already having a difficult time with her words. He suddenly pulled her close, hard. She could feel his heart racing solid against his chest.

"How old were you?" His voice cracked high with emotion. He was already agonizing over her confession and she knew the answer to his question was going to freak him out.

"Eleven." It was barely audible. Suddenly her tears rolled in full force. Jake closed his eyes, his jaw strained and he looked as if his blood had stopped. Elle could see the thoughts traveling through his head.

"For how long, until he died?" She nodded. "Why didn't you report him?" he asked police-like.

"He would've killed me! He had a nasty temper and I was whipped...a lot!" She was crying. "I've spent my entire life trying to put it behind me and I thought I had and then...you..."

...please don't fucking say I reminded you of him?" The look of hurt and devastation on his face was nearly unbearable.

"No! Think of the cruelest thing you've ever done and it wouldn't compare! My time spent with you...when we were..." she stopped, "sometimes small things triggered a memory."

"Like good girl?" She nodded and bit her lip. "Were there any other triggers the other night?

"The belt...when you threatened to whip me...he'd whip me until I was black and blue with criss-cross patterns of raised welts, some seeping blood."

"I'd never do that to you! And I didn't say whip, I said strap!" he said tersely only to go quiet in deep thought until finally he spoke up. "And the night at the gate, what were the triggers?"

"He never wore a condom. You're the only other person in my life that I've had unprotected sex with."

He grabbed his head as it all began to sink in. He appeared worried, internally despondent.

"This was something I needed to know, Elle!" She could tell he was shaken. He stood and began pacing. It was so uncharacteristic it scared her.

"Why?"

"Because I never would have touched you!"

She gasped. "Why? Am I too damaged for you, Jake?" she hissed angrily.

His anger suddenly flared as his hand wrapped hard around her jaw. But as she gazed up at him wide-eyed, cautious of his mercurial unpredictability, he quickly released her as if she had become an untouchable.

"No! I'm fucked up enough with my own shit! I don't need to take on the added guilt of reminding you of your incestuous-pedophile father!"

It cut to her core!

Elle instantly shoved him, hard! She fought back the tears; she couldn't believe he had so cruelly thrown her darkest secret, a secret she had told no one, back in her face.

"Well, don't let me put any more guilt on you, Jake!"

"Jake!" Suddenly both Elle and Jake looked up at Lacy who was now standing in Elle's bedroom doorway like a bulldog. "It's time to leave..."

Jake looked at Elle with apologetic eyes. "I didn't mean it like that! Do you still want to be with me, Elle? Knowing everything I've told you about me...can you be with me?"

"Jake!"

"Wait!" he snapped at Lacy only to stare back at Elle.

"I think that's a question you need to ask yourself, Jake..." Elle rose silently indignant and walked into her bathroom and shut the door.

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By the afternoon Elle had finally pulled herself together. Refreshed and dressed, she and Lacy had eaten a light lunch and were sitting down in her living room. Lacy was staring at her painting.

"What inspired this new painting?" Lacy asked her. Elle also stared at the painting, but remained quiet. "Jake?"

Suddenly Elle looked at her. "Can you tell?"

"Geez, Elle, the man is fucking hungry! A wolf! And the woman, the way she's laying in the bed...the anticipation on her face and even her body language is begging to be fucked!"

Elle laughed.

"Is that how you see yourself with Jake...begging to be fucked?" Lacy's voice teased.

"Maybe...yeah, I guess I did...he is...was an incredible lover. He told me some things today about his past, why he's the way he is, why he's so angry with women..."

"Why?"

"He was married once, for ten years. Seven years ago his wife died and he discovered that she had been sleeping around the entire ten years they were married, I think from that point on, all women were sluts that wanted to be fucked and he wanted to hurt them."

"But not you! He told me he fucked up with you because he knew you were the one..."

"What? He said that?"

"I wouldn't have let him in here if he hadn't pleaded his case so hard..."

"Well, it doesn't matter now, but at least I feel like I understand him..."

"You think it's over?"

"Well, he pretty much set it up that way..."

Lacy stared at Elle for several long seconds.

"Why didn't you tell me, Elle, about your father? Why did you tell him?" she sounded deeply hurt.

"Oh, Lace...I never wanted to tell anyone! The other night with Jake...it brought up all the memories and...I didn't tell you because what happened to me as a child was really bad and I just wanted to forget it! There was a lot I didn't tell Jake..." Elle's face twisted. She took a deep breath. "He got me pregnant twice...once at thirteen, and then at fifteen." The tears welled in her eyes as she frowned in an attempt to impede them. "Both times he hog-tied and whipped me so severely, saying it was my fault and that I was trying to get him in trouble. He left me like that for days, no food, barely water until the fetus was expelled."

Lacy's face went aghast.

"How could he do that to you? You were his daughter?"

"The daughter who killed his wife...he hated me from the day I was born. The first time he raped me, it was so painful and he wasn't even that big! He was cruel and brutal, after several months of abusing me, he started to insist that I come...he wanted me to fuck him like I liked it!" Unending tears now rolled down Elle's face. Lacy embraced her tightly.

"Oh, Elle, I'm so sorry that happened to you..."

That she had bottled up so much for so many years and now it had all surfaced, Elle suddenly broke down and began to weep uncontrollably; her body tremoring fissures of emotion. Lacy held her tight comforting her.

"It's okay...let it out...just let it out..." her friend kept repeating, her voice soothing.

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Elle felt better than she had in a long time. She was grateful to Lacy for having allowed her to simply purge. The years and years of painful abuse had finally surfaced into her consciousness and she was able to attune to her inner child and emotionally expel all of it, well most it, anyway, enough to where her breathing felt lighter.

It was already early evening. Elle felt bad for having slept for the last three days and leaving Lacy on her own, but it had worked out. Lacy had met someone, an attorney in the DA's office, who she had just left to go out to dinner with. When her doorbell rang, she jumped up and went to the door.

"What did you forget," she asked as she opened the door. She was stunned to see Jake standing there still in his work clothes, badge, cuffs on his belt and shoulder holster cradling his gun.

Her heart began to beat fast. In fact, it was thumping against her chest. He didn't wait for her invite him in; he simply entered and looked around.

"Where's your guard dog," he gruffly asked.

"If you're referring to Lacy she's on a date, with someone from the DA's office I might add!" she said with attitude complemented with a sassy head pivot.

Jake suddenly turned around and grabbed her hair tight. She yelped as he pulled her mouth to his. The kiss was hard and passionate and her insides were suddenly sparking with desire.

Jake picked her up and sat her on the kitchen counter.

"You need to go back to work! I'm not letting you do this!" she said adamantly trying to push him off of her.

"Yes you are and for your information, I just got off work!" he said and violently ripped her blouse open, the buttons scattering across the kitchen floor.

"Jake! What are you doing?" she screeched.

"What it does it look like, Elle? I'm doing what I should have done earlier!" In an instant he had already unclasped her bra and was pulling it away from her breasts.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed. "You can't do this!"

"Don't you fucking tell me what I can't do!" he growled and nuzzled his mouth to a breast and sucked her nipple so hard it hurt, but it felt good enough to send her pussy into contractions!

You're a brute! And I hate you!" Elle said.

He pulled off of her breast and grabbed her jaw squeezing it hard. He roughly snatched her off the counter and forced her to her knees as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick forcing it into her mouth.

"Keep telling me that, Elle, while you're sucking my dick!"

As he pressed his hard rod into her mouth, sometimes shoving it deep into the cavity of her throat, Elle was so aroused by how he had simply stormed in and took her she sucked his thickness with the pleasure only he should have had. Hearing his groans of satisfaction filled her with contentment.

Abrasively, he tugged at her hair and suddenly pulled her off of him, only to whisk her in his arms and carry her to the living room where he tossed her on the couch immediately pulling down her mini-skirt and her panties in one motion. He sat down and opened her legs and lifted her hips to his mouth and began tonguing her with the kind of thirsty desperation one might have after having gone months without water. As her legs folded over his shoulders, it was so intense there were times that she tried to pull away. Jake wasn't having it! He pulled her hips even tighter to his mouth sucking her clit hard only to release the pressure allowing his lips to sensually pull at it before slurping it back into his mouth and sucking some more. It went on like that until she was beside herself. She could feel the orgasm rise up through her body until it crashed over her and sent her body into spastic convulsions and she loudly shrilled in passionate delight.

As Elle tried to recover her senses, Jake undressed. Laying his police paraphernalia, the holstered gun, his badge, his cuffs onto the coffee table, he disrobed so quickly it seemed like he was naked in the blink of an eye.

He pulled her body from the couch to the bare wood floor, slightly banging her head in the process.

"No!" she said, even though she knew it was going to happen and her body was begging for it; he straddled her, his hips resting on hers.

"Don't fucking tell me no!" he growled and leaned into her and pressed his mouth to hers, his surging tongue forcing hers to enjoin with his. Elle moaned in satisfaction. Fuck, the way he could excite her left her breathless.

Pulling his mouth from hers, he sent his fingers deep into her scalp and gripped a handful of her hair, pulling hard.

As she gazed up at him, both of them expelling excited breaths, those blue eyes probed deep into her soul.

"I will never again put a belt to your skin," he said in sporadic breaths, "but I will spank you when you need to be spanked! I will never say good girl to you or any variation thereof but I will fuck you hard and make your body conform to mine, and as much as you may dislike it, I won't wear a condom because I need to feel your pussy receive and wrap my dick!" His glazed eyes were incorrigible while his breaths remained short and heavy.

As he shifted, he pressed his dick against her clit and like a newborn kitten searching for its mother's teat, his dick probed her vagina until it found the opening it was so desperately seeking. Elle was so wet with desire, it didn't take long to feel his complete penetration.

Ahhhh, he expelled as if he had suddenly got a fix of his favorite drug.

He moved his dick slowly in and out of her as if savoring a fine wine, while her body responded in accord. When he increased his pace, she was already revved up and needing it hard and fast. As if on cue, he began thrusting hard into her, his hands weaving tightly into her hair until he was pummeling her pussy, one hard stroke after another and she couldn't stop the wails of pleasure that emitted from her mouth.

"Does it feel good, Elle?" he whispered still panting.

"Yes! Oh God, Jake, please..." her voice trailed.

Her begging seemed to get him going and he drilled his meat hard and deep. Time seemed to freeze as her hips thrust forward, hungrily meeting every pump of his pipe until her orgasm was but milliseconds away.

"I'm coming! Oh shit! Oh shit!" she cried out as her body tensed in glorious sensation and every nerve vibrantly tingled from head to toe.

"Fuck, Elle, fuck!" Jake shouted.

Every muscle in his body constricted hard and tight and his dick jerked hard inside of her splashing its contents deep in her womb. His fingers slowly eased the grip on her hair and his body went limp and collapsed on top of her. She could feel his heart beating against hers as she too struggled to recompose her breath. She smiled to herself as she thought, yes, Jake Chevalier knew how to lay some pipe!

Jake was still on top of her, his dick still felt hard inside her. He rolled off of her onto the cold floor and merely stared towards the ceiling. Elle suddenly felt him reach for her hand where he laced their fingers together and squeezed.

"Do you hate me, Elle?" his deep voice probed yet his tone was innocently boyish.

Elle lifted onto her shoulders and gazed at him.

"No..."

Jake turned those blue eyes on her as they both locked eyes.

"I don't hate you, Jake...I think I love you."

A pained frown swept onto his face, his blue eyes glazed with sudden confusion. Suddenly, he rolled onto his side and buried his face in Elle's bosom and she could feel emotion overtake him. She slid her hand along his side soothing him because she was certain it had been far too long since he had heard those words or felt the pure sentiment behind them.

THE END