Summer Camp Captive(10)

My shorts are ripped straight down the middle with a slash of his hand, my panties meeting the same fate. Teeth bared, shoulders flexed, he doesn’t even need to guide himself to my entrance. One savage drive of his hips and he’s buried to the root, his mouth swooping down to swallow my startled scream. Then down to my nipples to suck each of them with hollow cheeks before returning to my mouth. My feminine flesh begins to spasm in reaction to his invasion, my hand slapping at his face and shoulders without being commanded by my brain.

“Carver,” I wail against his lips, writhing to escape the soreness. “Carver.”

“You’re going to feel like a virgin every damn time, aren’t you?” He punctuates his next words with tight thrusts. “Like a bratty…little…unfucked…girl. Just waiting like a good princess in her bedroom for that king cock.”

There’s a sweep of pleasure through my middle, centering where our bodies join. Some of the discomfort subsides, leading to a sensation of being full. Pinned. I don’t realize my eyes have been closed until I open them, finding Carver’s expression slack with bliss, hunger. Seeing how good I’m making him feel eases a little more of the pain, more and more until it’s gone.

“Y-yes.” I arch my back, sending him a coy glance from the veil of my eyelashes. “Tickle me, daddy.”

I didn’t plan on addressing him by that title, but the use of it makes me wet enough to handle the full power of him. Makes him fall on me like a slavering beast, his hips attacking me in a blur. That huge part of him parts my flesh, stretching me again and again, the smacks of his balls and grunts filling the room. “You’re going to get daddy’s come good and deep, princess. This is what you get for taunting me. You get a seed planted in your flat, young belly.”

I’m beginning to tighten up low—so low—in my stomach, my legs trembling with the climax he’s giving me. I can’t stay still. Excitement collides with anxious need inside me, blood pounding in my ears, my fingernails buried in Carver’s wide, rippling back. There’s a spark of danger and mischief left inside me, though, because I’m still hungry to exercise a little control over my giant. The control I only recently discovered with him, because he understood my need for it. “Don’t finish. Not yet.”

He drops his head, releasing a wounded roar into the crook of my neck. After one more shuddering pump, though, he does stop, poised above me with a face contorted in pain. “You test my limits,” he slurs, sweat dripping down his forehead. “You test my sanity.”

“One thrust only,” I murmur, drawing my knees up to my shoulders. “One and stop again. Like you know you shouldn’t be inside me, daddy, but you couldn’t help a little taste.”

Eyes wild, he claps a hand over my mouth and delivers a bone-rattling pump, going deeper than ever before. I let loose a strangled whimper into his palm, watching him over the top of his hand with pouty eyes. Veins bulge from his neck and temples, his breath rasping in and out. “Please. Please, princess. If I don’t finish off in this sweet cunt, the madness is going to set in.”

“Three more. Only three.”

“Jesus. Oh God. Yes. No.” He drops his full, glorious weight on me, driving me up the bed, his breath wheezing in my ear as he ruts me. There’s no other word for the crude, desperate thrusts of his enormous shaft deep inside me. One, two, three. When he stops again, he turns his head and grits out a curse. “You want a madman, do you? Do you?” His mouth finds my ear, his teeth pressing tightly against it. “The king is done playing games. This is daddy’s cunt and you’ll surrender it now. If you need more convincing that it’s mine, I’ll breed you right in front of the queen.”

Shock and arousal explode inside me. “Oh God. T-take me.” I can’t breathe around the need, the heat. My flesh begins to constrict around his swollen erection before he even begins pumping into me again, but as soon as he does, I go off the cliff, screaming and thrashing through the most intense orgasm of my life. I’m only able to hold on as Carver pounds me in a snarling frenzy, his shoulders pressing my knees up to my ears, so he can take, take, take, his giant body bearing down on me with unrestrained force. “Yes. Daddy, daddy. Please.”

“Here it comes. Take it like a good little princess.” Carver goes still, his eyes rolling back in his head, a growl of possession erupting from deep inside him. Sticky warmth floods me, his flesh pulsing and jerking, his chest and belly wracked with intense shudders. “Mine. Mine. No one touches.”

“No one. Just you.”

A final tremor passes through Carver and he falls sideways, careful even in his replete state not to crush me. His breathing is shallow, sweat coating his skin, but his eyes are back to normal, looking me over with affection and awe. “Lainey.”

“Carver,” I whisper, snuggling into his side. “Stay with me?”

“Yes. Always.”

Am I crazy or did I hear a hint of uncertainty in his voice?

When he pulls me close like I might disappear, I decide I imagined it.





Chapter Nine





Carver





I haven’t brushed my hair in a while. Pulling a comb through it feels unnatural, but I keep going, forcing myself to look straight into the mirror. The strands are wet from my shower and they cling to my cheeks, my neck. Normally, I would leave them there and let them dry in a way that would hide my scars as much as possible. Even where there was no chance of running into another human being in the woods, I used my hair as a shield. From myself. From the mirror I’m using for the first time in years.

Fuck, I’m ugly.

But this is the face full of scars Lainey runs her fingers over. She kisses this mouth and looks into these eyes. And if she doesn’t run for cover at the sight of me…I’m not going to do it anymore, either.

Last night, I slept with Lainey in my arms in the infirmary—and I’m never spending another night without her. End of discussion. My soul couldn’t survive the nighttime hours without her little body clinging to me, trusting me to keep her safe. No, I can’t live without her feet tucked in between my legs, her breath stirring my body hair. I’m going to need to build up some willpower, though, or she will never get enough sleep. Three times I woke her from sleep to get relief, my cock unable to resist her soft, tight pussy every time she snuggled closer to me for warmth.

The final time I took her, I was extra desperate because of the approaching dawn when I would have to leave. Leave my girl. In my torment, I did nothing more than spit on her cunt to wet it, muffling her cries with my chest as I fucked her like a crazed beast. I would be worried over Lainey being cross with me for not being gentle enough, but my dick was coated in her pleasure afterwards. And that smile she gave me? Christ, I can barely breathe just thinking about it. I will never, ever get used to having her look at me without recoiling, let alone smile at me.

An uneven sound climbs up from my chest, thinking of the way I left her, curled up in come-stained sheets, rosy and glowing in the morning light. Poor little thing is probably walking with a limp today. But I don’t know for sure because she is somewhere I am not. And that is unacceptable. Not being there to provide her with meals, help her dress, kiss her sore cunt…it’s as though layers are being peeled off me one by one.

There is a reason she is inside the camp right now and I’m in my cabin, though. Lainey doesn’t want to live in solitude like me, trapped inside four walls. She doesn’t want to be away from society and her job, the campers she’s so fond of. If I want to sleep with Lainey in my arms every night, if I want to give her the life she needs…I have no choice but to meet her halfway.

I have no clue how to actually style my hair, so I settle for combing it back out of my face and securing it with a piece of twine. And that’s it. No more hiding the damage on my face. It’s out there for the world to see.

Next I pull on the wrinkled, button-down shirt I found in the back of my closet. Tighter than I remember, but it will have to do, since I can’t very well swing by the mall…although, if this plan works, isn’t that exactly the kind of thing I’ll need to start doing? Shopping for groceries, taking Lainey to restaurants…getting a job to support her? The closest I’ve come to other people in a decade is scaring the life out of them at the campfire, the night I took Lainey. What if they react the same way to me now? What if living with Lainey in the real world isn’t even possible? What the fuck am I going to do then?

The animal inside me growls the words take her, keep her, but I bare my teeth and refuse to succumb to the temptation. I kidnapped her once and she was unhappy. I won’t do it again. Not when her unhappiness is like a knife in my heart.

You shouldn’t be ashamed of those scars. You should be proud of them. And you definitely shouldn’t be hiding yourself away in the woods.

Lainey’s voice replaces the slavering animal, soothing me, making me whole. Was she right? Are my scars something I could learn to be…proud of? Even more impossible seeming, could other people ever see past them?

I don’t know. But if I don’t take this chance, I’ll never find out. I’ll never be able to give Lainey the life she deserves. That terrible thought is what finally pushes me out the door, grabbing the bouquet of daisies on the way.