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Alvin pulls my head back and fists his cock, smirking at me. When I don’t open my mouth, Walter comes over and forces my mouth open with an O-ring gag that ties around my head. Alvin then starts violently fucking my throat while Walter holds my arms.He pulls back just enough to keep me from throwing up, but he doesn’t stop. When he groans, he pushes deep to come down my throat. Walter immediately takes his place; only now, my arms are restrained behind my back with some kind of tie. He pushes me flat on the bed before straddling my face. When he starts to force himself down my throat, I quickly realize that I cannot breathe well enough to get through this. Panic starts to build, but he doesn’t stop.
“Fuck, scream for me, Pumpkin,” he moans. “Take Daddy’s cock.”
I fucking hate my life… I thought I had escaped the demons of my past, but they still dragged me back into the flames. As I slip in and out of consciousness, my mind separates from the situation, and I have no desire to fight my way back to the surface.
Chapter Fifteen
Dominic
One Month Later
I am so fuckingangry all the time, and nothing helps. Nothing will ever make me feel better until I find my wife. Why the fuck could they not find her? Why can’t I find her? We know that she was trafficked, but I don’t see them going far from her. If they were going to just sell her off to someone else, they would’ve sent that person after her instead.
The body of a man directly connected to human trafficking was found with his throat cut on the side of the interstate. He had Myra’s underwear in his pocket, and it had his semen on the inside. I know that means he raped her, but he’s dead. She was his payment for helping, but they didn’t want any witnesses.
We have kept a lot of the gory details from Rose, but I’m pretty sure she’s just finding out on her own. I’m not her parent, so I’m not going to tell her what to do, but I also understand why she is doing what she is doing. She is trying to save her mother the way Myra saved her. She isn’t doing it out of obligation—but out of empathy. She’s a good kid, but she’s too smart for her own goodsometimes. She needs to be careful with what she is doing, or she is just going to make a target of herself.
We are staying in the pool house behind Megan and Paul’s home. Matt and I have given away all our clients and taken a leave of absence. We have plenty of savings, so I’m not worried. Natalie works a few days a week at the hospital, and Trish has continued to work since she does not have a set schedule. None of us sleeps very well, but I don’t think I have slept well since I last held Myra in bed.
Matt and I have gotten closer, which makes me feel bad. Natalie and Trish have sought comfort in each other. It’s not that the dynamic is breaking apart, but we are missing an important piece of ourselves. None of us is okay.
Natalie and Trish went out to spend time together for a moment so Matt and I could relax. By relax, I mean go over the same things that we have all been going over for almost five weeks now.
“I feel like we are going in circles,” I say with my head laid back. “I’m going insane without her.”
“I know,” Matt says, sitting beside me. “We will find her.”
“I’m not sure we will,” I admit. “I’m in denial. The chances of us finding her alive are slim to none. I need to face that and just grieve her loss.”
“You can’t think like that, Dom. She is out there, and she is alive. The moment you give up hope, you are giving up on her,” Matt says. “We just keep pushing forward.”
“I miss her,” I say quietly. “It feels like my world is falling apart without her.”
“What can I do?” he asks seriously.
“Find her.”
“I mean right now. You are incredibly stressed, and it’s not helping anything. The last thing we need is for you to die of a heart attack before we ever get a chance to find her,” he says.
“I don’t think there is anything you can do, Matt.” I sigh and close my eyes. It’s quiet for a while before he speaks.
“Do you trust me, Dominic?” he asks, laying his hand on my thigh. The moment he touches me, I know. We have been bordering on this for years, but we have never allowed ourselves anywhere near this. Myra has been an incredible support system and has given us the chance to open up and get closer to each other. If this man puts my cock in his mouth, I’m bending him over this couch.
“Yes, Matt. I trust you,” I say. I keep my eyes closed and I don’t move. I don’t want to assume and make myself look like an idiot.
“I want to do something… I’ve wanted to for a while,” Matt says carefully. “I’m afraid that I’m reading into things, but…”
“Matt,” I say, opening my eyes to look at him. “If you put your mouth on me, I’m giving you the same treatment I’d give Myra for teasing me. Be very fucking careful about what you do next.”
Matt gets a conniving grin on his face before slipping off the couch and getting on his knees in front of me. I keep eye contact withhim as he unbuckles my belt and slowly pulls my cock out. “Myra is going to be pissed she missed this,” I say with a gentle smile.
“Then we will just have to show her when she gets back,” he says before taking my cock down his throat.
“Fuck,” I groan, grabbing hold of his hair. He sucks hard but moves slowly as he takes all of me. “Where the fuck did you learn to suck cock like that? Jesus, Matt.”
He starts to massage my balls, and I moan and lay my head back to give him control. I even let go of his hair to press my palms against my forehead. Giving over control makes him quicken his pace and suck even harder. The front door opens, but I don’t notice until I open my eyes and see Natalie and Trish watching us. They are grinning from ear to ear as they quietly back out of the house.
Pleasure shoots up my spine, and I immediately get him off me. I stand and push him forward so that he is lying across the seat. I step into the bedroom to grab the lube off the dresser before turning to him. He is rock hard and ready for what I’m about to do. Kneeling behind him with my cock out feels natural. If Myra were here, he’d be eating her pussy right now.
