Page 88 of False Idols

“Beau.”

He doesn’t answer me. I don’t know if it’s because he can’t hear me or because he doesn’t care, but he hits my ass. The crack of his hand on my flesh morphs until it’s pain and pleasure all rolled into one. That’s the way it is with us. The way it’ll probably always be. Pleasure tinged and chased with darkness that leaves me raw and weak from how much it shows me about myself. Looking at Beau is like looking at a mirror of myself. Our souls are both twisted and marked. With anyone else it wouldn’t work, but our jagged and frayed edges fit together perfectly until we’re whole.

“Beau!” I cry out when he stops spanking me. My body needs the pain. It quiets my mind, drowns it out until it’s bearable and I arch my back, trying to chase after the kind of punishment that only Beau knows how to give me.

Beau kicks my legs apart and when he presses up against my bare ass, he’s unzipped his pants and I whimper when I feel his warm thighs against my sensitized ass. “Beau, please, I-”

“Quiet!” He brings his hand down on my side and I jump. “Did I fucking say you could talk, slut?”

“N-no.”

“I can’t fucking hear you.” Beau has to shout to be heard over the raging storm so I do the same.

“No!”

He leans forward and brings his mouth to my ear so that I can hear him when he says, “Then shut the fuck up and take my dick like my good fucking girl. Do you understand me?”

I nod and bite down on my lip when he starts to ease into me. Beau groans and grabs onto my hips to jerk me back against him. “That’s it, take every fucking inch.” Beau feeds me another inch and then jerks me back against him. His hips slam against me and I scream and claw at the limestone beneath me. My nail snags on the rock and pain shoots through me when it rips off.

“Scream for me, Nevaeh!”

Beau fucks into me and sets a pace that has my back arching and my injured hand scrabbling at the rock. Blood smears from my hand onto the rock but I don’t care. The pain that Beau gives me amplifies the pleasure singing through my body. He changes the angle and when he slides home, I see stars. I squeeze down on his dick. I want to be closer to him, so much fucking closer than we are. I need him to keep fucking me.

“Don’t stop. Oh, Beau! Beau! Please don’t stop!”

Beau’s hand covers my mouth and I scream against his palm. Even if his hand wasn’t there, the storm would devour the sound. Beau’s hand over my mouth is so much better, though. It sets a heat off inside of me that makes me feel primal and wild. Unfettered. The kind of woman that no one tells what to do, so much so that Beau has to force my submission. It’s all a lie though. All he has to do is ask and I would give him the world, but that isn’t what matters right now.

What matters is that Beau is forcing my submission. He’s taking control of my body and showing me that no matter how much I rage, my body, my soul, my passion belongs to him. All of it. Every part of me. He is my god at this moment and for that reason I’m going to be safe because he said so.

My life, my fate, is his to will and when I cum, I scream myself hoarse with Beau’s hand still wrapped around my face. I sag forward and Beau lets me go. He shifts his hold back to my hips and fucks me slow and hard.

I hear his voice but I can’t make out the words. They rumble as sure and strong as the thunder that booms over the prairie and rolls over us, but his words are lost. Beau’s strokes pick up speed and his fingers leave half moon bruises in my hips. My hips are already black and blue from Beau’s brutal touch but I smile thinking of how I’ll wear these new bruises with pride. How I’ll press down on them for the first bite of pain that comes with that touch to remember exactly who rules over my body.

It’s not me. It’s not The Reaper and his bloody knife. It’s Beau.

* * *

The storm doesn’t let up and it’s hard to see our way back to the lake house. Beau holds my hand tight and keeps me close to his side to shield me from most of the rain. I shouldn’t have run out here like I did, but I needed to. There was something in me that needed breaking to remain sane. I squint and look at Beau. I’m grateful he recognized what was happening. I didn’t.

I didn’t and I almost threw myself off a cliff to stop The Reaper from killing me. Beau squeezes my hand and points ahead as he yells over the rain.

“It’s just a little further!”

We went another way, opting to travel the full length of the loop that leads back up to the house. It was hard to get traction with how steep the trail was that we just came down and Beau said it was a lot flatter on the other side. I went with him because I only had one shoe after I broke the other and this side was far flatter, but it was also a longer distance to walk. Flash floods in Kansas are a regular occurrence and I’m glad the ground we’re on is flat and open. At least we don’t have to worry about being swept away by the water.

I wrap my arms around myself and shiver. I’m soaked to the bone and the rain is freezing, but that’s standard in Kansas when it’s almost October. I force myself to keep walking and keep my head down and so I miss it when Beau stops so suddenly that I crash right into him.

“What is it?” I yell, leaning close so he can hear me.

“There’s something up ahead!” He yells back and points. I follow the direction he’s pointing and freeze, because he’s right. There’s a shape up ahead, but the rain is coming down too fast and hard for us to see what it is. Beau moves forward but I dig my heels in when he tries to bring me with him.

“Let’s go the other way, Beau.”

He makes a face and shakes his head. “What? No.”

“Please, Beau!” I pull on his hand and try to go back the way we came. I have a bad feeling about this. Whatever is up ahead shouldn’t be out here. We’re behind a gate on a secluded road in a place no one but the cops should know we’re at. There shouldn’t be anything out here.

“Come on, Nevaeh,” Beau’s grip on me is like iron. There’s no fighting him so I let him drag me along. Every step we take fills my body with dread, even more so when I finally see what it is that’s sitting on the trail ahead of us.

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