Page 13 of Ravage
“Has anyone ever taken you here?” His finger swirls around my back hole, applying light pressure.
“No, and I don’t really want to start now.” My voice has a nervous edge to it, and some part deep inside me wonders if he will respect my wishes.
“What a pity.” His hand slaps my ass cheek, making me yelp, and then he soothes the pain away. He dips down out of my sight, and I feel his warm tongue against my pussy. The suddenness of the action makes me jump, but I soon relax into the feeling of him lapping at me. He nips and sucks along my lips before pulling my clit between his teeth. The painful and pleasurable sensation makes my thighs shake, then he pulls off with an audible pop.
With a sudden rush of bravery, I decide to ask, “How do I taste?” I’m not sure why I felt the need to ask, but a fragile part of me hopes that it’s good.
Kole’s hands run up the back of my thighs while he drags me to the very edge of the bed. My feet dangle off the edge, and his rough hands push me down between my shoulder blades, my head resting on the soft comforter beneath me. He gathers my wrists in his hands at the middle of my back, and I feel his cock bobbing between my spread thighs. “You taste like you’re mine.” He says in a possessive growl before punctuating his words with a rough thrust, sending his cock deep into my pussy. If I wasn’t so wet, then I know his actions would have hurt. His dick stretches me more than any other one I’ve had. Not that I've had a lot, but the last three did not touch this many places inside of me. He thrusts a few times, the tip of his cock drags against my G-spot, making me whimper. “You feel like you’re mine too.” He says in a feral voice, he switches my wrists to hold me with just one hand while the other one delves between my thighs, searching out my clit. Once he makes contact, my body jolts from all of the different sensations.
“Kole, please.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but I know I want to come. I push back into his thrusts, hiscock bouncing off my cervix, making me whimper in pain and pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, p-please!” I know my words make no sense, but I don’t even care. He continues to assault my pussy at a fast and hard pace; the headboard bounces off the wall with a bang at every thrust.
“Please what, Sloane? Tell me what you need.” His voice reaches me through my lust-filled brain as he shifts his hips to pound against my G-spot with every thrust. My toes curl with the sensation, and I’m literally panting with need. He keeps me on the edge of insanity, backing off when he feels I’m about to leap over that edge. He uses his hold on my wrists to pull me up back against his chest, one arm wrapping around my upper chest to keep me in place while the other one dives between my thighs. My hands clutch at his forearm for support as I balance on my knees in front of him. His cock hits every delicious spot inside me and his fingers rub tight circles around my clit, ramping up my pleasure even more. Tears spring from my eyes and trail down my cheeks with the overload of stimulations, and his tongue laps them away. “That’s right, baby, cry for me. Let me break you so that I can put you back together again.” His arm around me disappears so his hand can wrap around my neck in a tight grip. My vision starts to blur around the edges from the pressure. “Every tear you cry is mine, every breath you take is mine,” the pressure increases on my neck to an almost painful level, “And every orgasm you have ismine.” His fingers leave my clit to pull back, and he slaps me roughly, which has a bomb going off inside me.
My body convulses against him; sobs leave me as I try to catch my breath. He whispers praises in my ear as he fucks me through my orgasm, “You take my cock like such a good girl.” His voice is deep and on edge while he continues to pound into me. I feel like I’m floating and more than happy to let him have his way with my body. At some point I’m hauled off the bed andslammed onto my knees in front of Kole. The pain doesn’t even register when he wraps his fingers in my hair to tug my head back; I think I’m officially dick drunk. He positions his cock in front of my face, and I know exactly what he wants before he opens his mouth. My lips part, my tongue pushing out just in time to catch the come that spurts from him. The saltiness hits my taste buds, making drool drip down my chest. Some splashes against my cheek, and he gathers it up with his fingers and pushes it to the back of my throat, making me gag around him. “You won’t ever get away from me now, Sloane.” His words don’t fully register in my mind while he scoops up my limp body and carries me off to the bathroom.
After Kole washed me in a warm bubble bath, he wrapped me up in one of his t-shirts and pushed me into bed so he could run some errands. His bed is like sleeping on a cloud, or that could just be me coming down from the best dicking I’ve ever had in my life. Who knows, really? I haven’t moved from this bed for a few hours, just long enough to take a nap and watch the movie Fear and drool over Mark Wahlberg. Once the ending credits start rolling, a knock comes on the bedroom door, and in strolls Kole looking like a wet dream in grey sweats and a black T-shirt.
“I brought you something to eat. Figured you might be hungry by now.” He chuckles and winks at me, directing me to sit up in bed before he places a bowl of beef stew in my hands. The delightful smell makes my stomach rumble. “I see I was correct.” His amusement is apparent as he smiles at me and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. I take a spoonful of the stewand shovel it into my mouth, not even caring that it just scorched my tongue.
“Holy shit, this is good.” I say around a mouthful of beef and vegetables. I plow through that bowl in no time at all, completely shocking Kole.
“Are you still hungry?” He asks with a raised brow as he takes the empty bowl from my hands.
“No, I’m okay.” He nods his head and gets up to leave, but I grab his hand to pull him back. “Wait.” He turns his head towards me, his eyes lighting up with joy that I stopped him. “I just wanted to say thank you for the past few days. You know, not just making me come, but taking care of me too. Not that making me come wasn’t appreciated, it’s ju?—”
“Sloane, stop. You’re welcome, on all accounts.” He stops my rambling with a laugh as he shakes his head. “Do you want to watch a movie?” I nod in enthusiasm. “You put one on, and I’ll go clean up the kitchen.” Kole leans down and kisses my forehead before leaving me alone to choose our movie, which is a harder task than I thought. I finally settle on one that I hope he will like, and when he walks back into the room, his approval shows on his face. “Jurassic Park, a classic.” He says as he climbs onto the bed next to me. I snuggle up to his side, inhaling his warm amber scent that I can't get enough of.
We’re halfway through the movie when I start to feel nauseous again, so I excuse myself to rush to the bathroom. I barely make it to the toilet before I’m spewing up everything I had just eaten. I hear Kole banging on the door and demanding for me to let him in, but my vision goes blurry, and I slump into the side of the toilet. Another bout of sickness comes along with the worst stomach cramps I’ve ever had in my life. Tears spring to my eyes as I whimper, and the bathroom door slams against the wall before Kole is kneeling next to me on the floor. His hand goes to my forehead, his brows creased in worry. “You’reburning up, Sloane, and your pulse is going crazy.” The concern in his words makes me nervous, because he’s a nurse, so he must know what he’s talking about.
“It hurts.” I manage to moan out before I’m heaving into the toilet again. Kole manages to gather my hair up before I puke all over it, for which I am grateful.
“We need to get you to the hospital.” I look up at him with utter fear in my eyes. His face morphs into one of compassion while he scoops me up into his arms. “You’re going to be okay; I’ll make sure of it.” His words barely reach my ears before I’m passing out in his arms.
Bringing Sloane to a regular hospital was worth the risk, although I know exactly what’s wrong with her; I also know what she needs to feel better. Unfortunately, all those items are at the nearest hospital. She’s been sleeping since we arrived, hooked up to various IVs pushing medication and fluids into her. Nurses have been in and out the last few hours to check on her vitals. Her fever has finally gone down, and her pulse has become normal again. The nurse busted one of her veins while trying to take her blood, and I pushed her away andjust did it myself. They can fuck off with that legal shit. The doctor has yet to make an appearance, and that is what pisses me off the most.
I step outside of her room and come face to face with the doctor in question, whom I push right back out of the room. “Fucking finally, what took you so long?” His face is shocked, but only for a moment until his gaze grows angry.
“You have no right to talk to me like that, young man.” His berating words make me more irritated at the situation.
“Here’s how this is going to go,” I look down at his name tag to read his name before glancing back up at him. “Dr. Collins. That girl in there is my fiancée, so you will listen closely. She has a severe mental disorder and takes things worse than they really are. A speck of dirt in the wrong spot is like the end of the world to her. That being said, you will go in there and tell her that she is just fine and allowed to go home, do you understand?” He looks at me like I have three heads and just stares at me baffled.
“Sir, you can’t just d—” I cut off his muttering with a wad of cash, two thousand dollars to be exact. He looks back and forth from my hand to my eyes before speaking, “Are you trying to pay me off?” His eyebrow rises in suspicion, but I know I have him hook, line, and sinker.
“Whatever you prefer to call it, Dr. Collins. Do we have a deal or not?” He thinks for a moment before grabbing the cash from my grip.
“I’m going to hell for this.” He says as he puts the money in his coat pocket. He straightens his tie, and heads into Sloane’s room with me following closely behind. Sloane is finally awake, sitting up in her hospital bed, drinking from a large plastic cup. “Ah, you’re awake, Ms. Johnson. How are you feeling?” Dr. Collins asks as he grabs her chart from the foot of her bed, flipping through the various pages.
Sloane lets out a chuckle before she speaks with a scratchy voice, “Do I really need to answer that, doctor? I’m in a hospital bed; obviously I’m not doing very well.” She ends her words with a roll of her eye, which has me suppressing a laugh of my own.
“Very well then, Ms. Johnson. I’ve gone over your labs and vitals several times, and nothing seems to be wrong. I’d say you just have a bout of the flu, and it should dissipate within the next few days.” He sets the chart back into the holder, and Sloane’s eyes harden.
“With all due respect, Doctor, I’ve had the flu many times before, and this does not feel the same. Something is wrong with me.” She crosses her arms over her chest, and her brows knit together.
“Ms. Johnson, I assure you that this is most definitely the flu. You are free to leave now. I will leave your discharge papers at the front desk. Feel better, miss.” He gives her a warm smile and turns to leave the room with me close behind. I corner him down the hallway, and his expression is that of fear and annoyance.
“This will surely happen again, so how much will it cost me for you to keep quiet next time?” He thinks hard before he finally speaks.
“Five grand, and nothing will ever leave my lips about this situation.” I give him a nod and shake his hand.
