Page 38 of StoryTeller's Tale

Then I move my fingers again and begin thrusting with small pumps. I doubt either of us now are thinking of our audience as we both strive to reach a peak. That she’s forgotten or chooses to ignore them becomes certain as she does nothing to muffle her scream as her body contracts and her already tight channel squeezes the hell out of my dick. I lose rhythm, and fuck, am pushed to remember my own name, as cum literally explodes, shooting ribbon after ribbon inside her.

A slow hand clapping brings me back to myself and I open my eyes to see hers wide with wonder, and her features soften as she cups a hand to my cheek.

Audience be damned, I just had my first fuck with a woman who’s blown my mind. Ruefully, I do admit it might have had something to do with my first time ever going bareback, but we’ll deal with any implications once we make sure we’re both going to live.

I pull out, jerking up her pants and zipping her up. Then I sit up straight on my knees and look down at my dick.Well, lookie there.I stand, turn, and unashamedly let the onlookers get a good sight of the blood on my now flaccid cock before I lazily tuck myself in and zip myself up.

Knuckles eyes widen. “Goddamnit! You motherfucker!” he screams, raising his gun and taking aim.

Tats, showing he’s got fast reflexes, lashes out and grabs his arm.

Trying to shake him off, Knuckles growls at him, “It was your fuckin’ fault. You said the odds were against her being a virgin.”

“Odds against,” Tats says, his eyes coming to mine momentarily. He’s glaring daggers. “Not outside the realm of possibility obviously, but you agreed it was unlikely. Knuckles, think. We might have lost the extra we’d get for her, but you can’t shoot him. What about the guns he promised?”

“Guns be fuckin’ damned. I want him dead.”

Tats lets out a heavy sigh. “Up to you, Knuck. But I’d advise against it.”

When Tats releases his arm, and Knuckles growls and aims again, I’m wondering if I’ve time to make good with a maker I don’t believe in, when a body pushes itself in front of me.

Sheri snarls. There’s just no other word for it. “You wanna kill my old man? You’ll have to go through me.”

I’m not sure who’s the most stunned—me, Knuckles, Tats or Fang. But while I’m not in the habit of using a human shield, I’m betting they won’t want to kiss even the diminished amount they’d get for her goodbye. So, for the first time in my life, I hide behind a woman.Mywoman at that.

I’d thought I’d had it before, but now I realise that was an illusion. If any woman is going to be it, a woman like Sheri is likely to be my ride or die.

After a moment’s standoff, Knuckles puts his gun away. He spits on the ground. “You two are fuckin’ welcome to each other.”

He spins on his heels, and, followed by Tats and Fang, makes his way out of the basement.

All bravado leaves Sheri as she sinks to the ground, the breath she’s clearly been holding, now coming and going in heaving pants.

I’m not much better myself.

“Not heard a shot. You still alive, Brother?”

I turn away and say quietly, “I’m alive.” Under my breath I add, “And royally fucked.”

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

SHERI

When the Dominators leave, all the strength washes out of me and I fall to the floor as though my limbs are weak, my brain having trouble processing what’s happening to me. I want to pinch myself to see whether I can wake from this nightmare, but I know however outlandish it seems, this is no bad dream.

When I’d pushed myself far out of my comfort zone to attend the signing on my own, I never thought I’d end up with a starring role in one of the most outlandish stories I’ve ever read. Although I know it happens, I never thought getting kidnapped would happen to someone like me.

But here I am, locked in a cage. And the most unbelievable part is that I’ve a hero from one of my books captive with me. Well, maybe the author’s plotline has gone awry, as in fiction I’d already be rescued, and I wouldn’t be sitting here with the stickiness of our joint release staining my underwear.

I’ve had sex.I’ve lost my virginity. Not that that by itself matters too much to me. I hadn’t preserved my virtue for a future mythical husband, nor had I taken any pledge. It was more that no one had ever showed any particular inclination in taking it from me. Or at least, not someone I had a reciprocal urge for.

I never would have had the audacity to even dream of losing my virginity to someone like StoryTeller, a man straight out of one of my fantasies. My thoughts were more likely to envisage a mutual fumbling experience with a man who was my equal, and like me, didn’t know what he was doing. Then, I’d have more expected to lose it in the back seat of a car, if not in a bed, instead of a dingy, stinking basement, where I was being held captive.

I’m stunned that it happened, and even more shocked that it’s not the act that I regret. I do feel cheated that I couldn’t relax and enjoy it more than I had. My own machinations with a vibrator hadn’t prepared me for the things StoryTeller had made me feel, and that being despite the audience and the less than desirable situation that we’re in.

I’m embarrassed that I responded to him, ashamed I put him in that position. I can’t quite believe he managed to get hard for a nobody like me. Yet he had, and he saved me by doing so. I’m no longer a virgin, and the despicable Dominators hadn’t been the ones to take that from me.

I shudder, remembering it, not with disgust, but with remembered pleasure. When he’d spoken into my ear, his voice, so full of dominance, had left me no choice other than to obey. When he’d used his hand and body, he’d made me forget where we were, and who was watching.

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