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“Hey,” I complained.
He bit off the extra length. “Be quiet, Eve.”
“Make me,” I said, as I struggled to get out of the tape.
Hallow pressed me against the sink and took the tape and wrapped it around my head, around my mouth, like a gag.
When my hands were bound behind me and my mouth was muzzled, he struck my ass again. I whimpered into the tape around my mouth. Hallow shushed me, and said, “I want to fuck you like this again, on my own terms.”
Then he slipped his dick inside me from behind, giving me what I craved. This was a brand-new sensation as he tickled a new place inside me. I wouldn’t fight. My body trembled as he worked me up anew. His hand ran down my stomach to rub my clit as he made long strokes in and out of me. In the mirror in front of us, I watched my own face gagged with the tape, contort as he clasped my breasts and fucked me hard again. His other hand seized my hair again and held my head back the whole time. My arms and head restrained, I was completely at his mercy, just like during the orgy, and I freaking loved every moment of it. Just when I thought it couldn’t get better, Hallow bit at my neck as he rocked his hips. My body convulsed. Once I had my moment, I observed him beaming in the mirror, pleased with himself as I quaked. But he wasn’t done. He held my hips, still plunging in and out of me.
It was a longtime until Hallow came again.
He was the energizer bunny, and I was almost out of juice. We changed positions many times. My hands still bound behind me, he sat me on the sink, my legs spread wide as he charged inside me. Looking down we watched his long dick slip in and out of my entrance. My mouth occupied, Hallow laid kisses on my breasts and neck. He licked the side of my face and ears as he fucked me. Then he sat on the toilet’s lid and towed me on top of his cock, my back to his chest, my legs together. He bounced me like a doll on his rod. We ended up in the jacuzzi tub, running a bubble bath in almost that same position, though my legs splayed his thighs. I didn’t mind it. I’d never had sex before Hallow and now I’d be satisfied if Hallow’s dick never left my pussy. The fact that he kept me gagged and tied up didn’t faze me, either. I was turned on that he was so turned on.
In the water, our wet bodies skidded against each other, adding a different friction. The warm water covering my sexy bits felt amazing with Hallow deep inside me. He kissed the back of my shoulder as I rocked up and down on his length. He turned off the water and carefully washed my back. All while his dick throbbed inside me.
“Turn around,” he demanded.
Awkwardly, with my hands tied, I stood and turned and sank to my knees. Hallow held his dick wanting me to sit on it again. It was easier now but different in the water. He directed my legs to go around his waist. Once more, I was confronted with a new sensation. Hallow had to hold my back as he leaned me and lovingly washed my torso, each breast and my stomach. Faced with him, I wanted to follow suit, but my hands were bound. He soaped up his hard pecs, his strong shoulders and thick neck. As he washed his arms, I studied his tattoos. Skulls, roses, crowns, daggers, I would ask what they all meant another time since I couldn’t now. All lathered, Hallow stirred more purposefully under me. We slid against each other effortlessly now. He was about to blow his load again. His desperate jerky movements sent me to the edge as well. Hallow came inside me as I got off at the same time.
Finally, he heaved down the tape.
“I can’t go again. I’m tired. I’m starved,” I panted.
Hallow agreed, “Once we’re clean, I’ll order some food. What do you want?”
“Anything.” At least I was hungry now. Hallow released my hands. We washed up quickly.
Stepping out of the bath, I let Hallow wrap me in a towel. I didn’t want to put his ex’s clothes back on, so I didn’t. The biker ordered Chinese, and I ate General Taos in bed in nothing but his big black t-shirt. He put on his jeans, thankfully. If he pulled out his dick again, I might not ever get to leave. Speaking of which, I told him, I’d have to go to the police station tomorrow morning and go home to Gran’s. “I need to get my stuff out and move it to my apartment. No telling when the new owners want to move in. I need to call Celie about what’s going on at Bootsies. I missed work today.”
“I’m sure they didn’t open. I’ll make sure you get to the police station and home, but you need some time off to rest, to mourn.”
Agreeing with Hallow, I let him hold me all night. We slept like two people that had been fucking for hours upon hours.
Chapter 10
EVE
Iwoke early while Hallow still slept. In the morning light with my shock from all the death fading, everything felt different. Immediately, not comfortable, I hugged myself. Glancing around the strange cabin and at the biker, I wondered what I’d done. Examining the marks on my wrists, I felt dirty. Probably knocked up for all I knew, my choices felt like they were no longer my own. Overwhelming grief forced my hand into spending the better part of the night having wild, unprotected sex with a man I barely knew, a biker at that. I told my dad I belonged to this man. Searching for my phone, I had to get ahold of Donette’s family about her arrangements. I didn’t want to miss her funeral. I hadn’t even gone in to say goodbye to her at the hospital. But I couldn’t think of my best friend dead. Grady and Earl dying was bad enough. Grady had kids, and Earl, well, I didn’t know much about him. But they’d lived their lives. Donette was so young. Not that she didn’t live her life. She sure did, but still she was taken too soon. Ford and Jasper were a shock, as well. In the course of an evening, five people I called friends had died.
When I thought about how my father caused all this, all because of me, I didn’t know if I could ever show my face around Bootsies or to Donette’s family again. Then I wondered if dad got back to Arkansas okay. He was a drunk and no good, but it didn’t mean I didn’t worry for him. I hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye to my Gran. My phone was almost out of charge, and my charger was at home. Well, there was one in my car too. But my car was still in the parking garage on Church Street. It’d been there all weekend, and I’d be lucky if the city hadn’t towed it.
I decided to dial my brother, Hob. It went straight to his voicemail. Eight a.m. on a Monday, he was likely in class since he had college to attend. I left him a message. Reluctantly, I called my dad next. Voicemail again. Dern.
Hob texted me saying he was in class.
“Sorry. Did dad get back?”
“Said he wasn’t coming back without you.”
“I sent him back, alone. He’s not back?”
“No.”
“Thanks for warning me he was coming, by the way.”
“I’ve got class.”
