All In (The Blackstone Affair, Part 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

will.
    Fuck free will. I had none.
    My tormentor this day loved to talk. He
never stopped talking about her. I really wish he would shut his
filthy hole. They don’t know where she is…they don’t know how
to find her…they don’t even know her name. I kept telling myself
these truths because it is all I have at my disposal to work
with.
    The backhand to my face roused me. And then
another woke me fully.
    “ We will make you watch when we take her.
She will scream like the whore she is. An American whore who does
naked photographs.” He spit in my face and jerked my head back by
the hair. “So disgusting your women…they deserve everything that
happens to them. To be used like a dirty whore.” He laughed at
me.
    I stared at him and memorized his face. I
would never forget it and if the opportunity arose I would cut out
his tongue first, before I killed him. Even if the killing was
simply imagined in my mind. He did not like my reaction. Inside I
was frozen with fear. How could I stop her from being taken? I
wanted to beg but I didn’t. I just stared and felt my heart thump
inside my chest, verifying my status as alive. For now.
    “ Every guard will have a turn between her
thighs. Then when their lust slackens she may watch when we take
your head. You know this will be the way you meet your end, don’t
you?” He held my neck back and dragged his finger across my throat.
“You will be begging for mercy like the pig you are…about to be
slaughtered. You won’t be proud then.” He laughed in my face, his
yellow teeth flashing under his beard. “And then we will kill your
American whore in the same way—”
    I bolted up in my bed gasping, my hand on my
cock and dripping in sweat. I leaned against the headboard and took
stock of where I was…and thankfully where I wasn’t. You aren’t
there anymore. It was just a dream. That was a long time
ago .
    My nightmare was the sort that takes all the
bad shit that ever happened to you and stirs it together into a
dreadful brew you must bathe in. I closed my eyes in relief. Brynne
was not a part of the horror from Afghanistan. She was of the here
and now. Brynne lived in London, working and taking her graduate
degree. It was just your subconscious mixing together everything
that’s bad. Brynne is safe in town.
    She just wasn’t with me anymore.
    I looked down at my cock, hot and hard and
wrapped my fist around the shaft. I closed my eyes and started
stroking. If I kept them closed I could remember that day in my
office. I needed the release right now. I needed to come so I could
stop the bloody shakes invading from that fucked up nightmare.
Whatever worked. It’d be a temporary fix but would have to do.
    I remembered. The first time she came to see
me. She had on red boots and a black skirt. I told her to sit on my
lap and made her come with my hand up her quim. So fucking sexy
showing up in my office . She looked beautiful falling apart in
my arms, from what I did to her, from what I made her feel.
    Brynne had tried to pull away from me and I
didn’t want her to. I remember she had to tug herself off my lap.
But when she slid to her knees and touched me through my trousers,
I understood. She told me she wanted to suck me. I knew I loved her
in that moment. I knew because she is honest and generous with no
artifice. She is real and perfect and mine.
    Not now she isn’t. She left you.
    I kept my eyes closed and remembered the
vision of her beautiful lips closing over the bell end of my cock
and taking me in. How wet and warm and exquisite her mouth felt
that first time. How beautiful the moment when she swallowed and
looked up at me in that sexy, mysterious way she has. I never know
what she is thinking. She is a woman after all.
    I remembered everything—the sounds she made,
her long hair all about her face, the slick slide against her warm
lips, the grip on the shaft as she twisted and pulled me deep into
her beautiful mouth.
    I remembered that special time with