Page 37 of StoryTeller's Tale

As Sheri whimpers, I turn my back on the Dominators, calculating that a bullet to the back of my head will do the same damage as one to my front.

I pull her to me and speak quickly into her ear. “I’m not averse to fuckin’ you, Sheri. You’re one sexy lady. But I’m no fuckin’ rapist. You’ve got to be willing to play your part else neither of us is getting out of here.” She’s shaking like a fuckin’ leaf in a gale force wind. Softening my voice, I tell her, “It’s me or them.”

“I don’t want to be raped by them.” Her voice trembles, but it’s her expression, her fear, that completely undoes me.

“Not sure how you’re going to get out of this, ST.”The voice in my ear reminds me I’m not alone.“We can’t make a move while they’re in the basement with you.”

If anyone is going to take her, it’s going to be me. I’ve no option but also, no guarantees. If I provide them with the show that they want, there’s nothing to say they won’t kill me and take her anyway.

Though if these are my last few minutes on earth, maybe there are worse ways to go than being cock deep in someone like Sheri. Maybe it’s the danger, or the anticipation of what I’ve decided to do next, but my cock thickens.

Holding her tight with one arm, I smooth my other hand up and down her back. If our kiss had been anything to go by, it won’t be too hard for us to make sparks. I’ve just got to lead and persuade her to follow where I want to take her.

I’d called her my old lady, and on looks and what little I know of her, it wouldn’t be a hardship to stake my claim. Already, she appeals to me on so many levels. My problem? I’ve no fucking idea whether my interest in her is reciprocated.

My hand grasps her chin, holding her in place as I close my eyes briefly, take a breath, then open them and dive in. For the second time, I plunder her lips. She’s hesitant, reluctant, but ignoring the comments ofget a fuckin’ move oncoming from outside the cage, I take my time, pressing my mouth firmly to hers.

Her taste, her tentative response, has my cock throbbing. Despite the impatience of our audience, I don’t speed up, but increase the passion as my tongue fucks her mouth.

Our chests meld together, and through the thin material of both our shirts, I feel her nipples harden. Her mind might not want this, but her body is showing signs that it’s game.

Adjusting my arms, I take her weight and ease her down to the ground, covering my body with hers. She struggles, panics and tries to get free. I put my mouth to her ear. “I got this. I got you, babe. I got you.” She stills slightly, as I murmur, “We’ve no fuckin’ choice. Trust me, babe. It’s either me or them.”

She doesn’t need to tell me she’s scared, it’s written all over her face. But after a second, she gives a small nod of determination, as if accepting there’s only one way this can play out. “You,” she breathes, her voice hitching, showing she knows what’s at stake.

Pausing only for a second, I ease down the zipper of her jeans, adjust them on her hips to give my hand space, then move my fingers down. She gasps as I find her clit and my fingertips start to strum.

“For fucks’ sake, just put the damn thing in her,” Knuckles demands.

“Dominators might not know how to pleasure a lady, but I do,” I growl back. Then to her, I say, “Forget them. Keep looking into my eyes.”

She does, and I continue to play, leaving my thumb on her clit and allowing my fingers to enter her tight slit. She might not intellectually want this, but as her gaze stays locked with mine, her hips make little motions, putting pressure on my hand, trying to get my touch where she needs it. I comply, following her unspoken instructions, reading what she desires.

This is far from the first woman I’ve pleasured. I know my way around a female body, and where to find the G-spot that will send her wild.

Her eyes glaze and widen. Her breathing stutters, then stops on a lungful of air. She clasps at me, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I take her over the top.

While she’s still in the throes of ecstasy, I quickly free my dick then shuffle her jeans further down and spread her knees to make myself a cradle between her hips. That way I’m hiding her from anyone else’s eyes.

Then, along to a chorus of “Just shove it in,” I position my dick.

She’s tighter than any woman I can remember, but wonder if that’s just the position I have her in. Still, I retreat, then pushing forward, get another inch of myself inside.

The pained expression that takes the place of the sated one she wore only seconds before suddenly has me questioning whether she had been lying to save herself, and instead ask whether she’d been telling the truth. A second later, I no longer query it, as I’ve become sure.

I’m the first man who’s ever been inside her.

Feeling such a weight of responsibility, that despite the situation, regardless that I’m probably not the man she would have chosen for herself, I’m determined I’ll do everything in my power to make this memorable for her, for all the right reasons as well as the bad.

Giving her a moment to adjust, I lean my head to her ear. I growl in my most dominant voice, “You’re fuckin’ beautiful, Sheri. Your cunt feels so fuckin’ good.”

Her eyes widen at the compliment. When my fingers find her clit again, within a few seconds, she’s tentatively pushing against me as if trying to get my stilled body to move.

“Might have started as nothing, but you’re fuckin’ mine. You hear me, babe?” I’m hoping my eyes show my sincerity. This woman is tough, brave, not easily cowed, and once she’d realised our lives depended on her giving herself to me, hadn’t wasted time to protest or complain.

“Not the way I wanted our first time, babe, but this was going to happen. You’re mine, aren’t you?” I add just a little insecurity into my tone and am rewarded by a minute dip of her head.

Though I doubt she realises what she’s just agreed to, I move so I’m able to take her mouth. As I thrust my tongue inside, my hips jerk hard, sending me deep inside her, piercing through into never before reached depths. I swallow her gasp and again still myself, letting her work through the sting of invasion.

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