Deliverance for Amelia (5 page)

Chapter Ten: Amelia

H
E’S A BAD MAN. He kills people. He killed Mr. Jackson right in front of me. I’ve only heard of hit men in movies and books, I never thought that I would be sharing the same roof as one.

There’s something about Gabe, which is so intriguing - so sexy. I’ve heard of people falling for their captors and depending on them. I think that may be happening to me. I believe they call it Stockholm Syndrome. But, what else do I have? Where do I go from here? Gabe is a murderer, however, my father is too. He ordered for Gabe to kill people. So that makes him just as guilty. Gabe hasn’t hurt me. He scares me - but his touch is always gentle, and the things that he does to my body ignites a fire in me that I’ve never known before.

So, this is where I’m at now – following my captor to his bed…
willingly
.

I’m only eighteen, and this man is most likely in his mid-thirties. He’s a man, not a boy. I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve only kissed one other person in my entire life. The way he touches me; the things he does to my most intimate parts tells me that he is not only skillful in killing. I feel like a terrible person, giving into the touch of a serial killer – but God how I want it. I need it.

Once we get to his bedroom, he bends down and brushes his lips against mine before lifting his shirt that I’ve been wearing over my head. I’m not wearing any panties, perhaps I knew what would occur when I sought him out earlier.

He kneels before me and grasps my hips before burying his face between my thighs, inhaling deeply.

“Lay down, Amelia.” He says quietly, his beautiful green eyes finding mine. I follow his orders, and my mind kicks in to high gear. I’m suddenly asking myself why I’m allowing this. My sheltered past could be to blame. I’ve craved a man’s touch when I read the erotic books in my family’s library, and now I have it. His touch is ridiculously delicious. Dammit, I just need to turn my mind off and allow myself this one thing – to allow Gabe to fuck me.

“Are you on birth control?” He asks and I nod my head. I just got my shot before he captured me. He smiles as he stands over me and pushes my legs apart.

“So beautiful.” He murmurs as he runs a finger through my folds. I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut, embarrassed by my current position.

“Open your eyes, Amelia.” He demands.

I watch him quickly remove his pants, my eyes growing wide at his size. It suddenly looks even bigger now that he’s about to enter me.

“Scoot up.” He orders, and I oblige, “Amelia, do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you?” I nod slowly and he continues, “You must understand, you are giving me a precious piece of yourself. When you do that, you become mine. You belong to me fully.”

“Yes, Master.” I respond shakily.

“I’m a big man, Amelia. It will hurt, and this is the only time that I will be this gentle. When I say that I will fuck you day in and day out, I intend to fuck you hard. I intend to soak the sheets from your juices and mine combined. Do you understand?”

I’m taken aback from his words, and all I can do is nod stiffly.

He crawls over me and his lips crash into mine. I moan at the impact, my core burning with so much need. He pulls away and his green eyes lock onto mine as he positions himself at my entrance. Our gaze remains locked as he begins to fill me, stretching me. My muscles scream with resistance, but he doesn’t stop until he is about halfway in.

I clench my jaw to keep my lip from trembling. The burning pain is almost unbearable and I try to grab at the sheets above me to pull my body away from him.

His eyes become clouded with desire as he grips my wrists and squeezes them together above my head. Tears fill my eyes as he slowly moves in and out of me, picking up the pace with each inch.

My breath hitches as he pulls out almost completely and then slams through my virginal wall with extreme force, burying himself to the hilt - I swear I feel him in my stomach.

“Ah!” I shriek.

“Mine.” He growls and his pace quickens, the burning pain begins to dissipate with each thrust and I find my hips begin to meet his rhythm as he pumps into me.

“Gabe… Oh God, Gabe… Please.” I whimper.

He growls in my ear as he fucks me harder and harder, my breasts bouncing with the impact, I feel the tingling in my core as my pussy starts to pulsate around his throbbing length. I wiggle my wrists from his grip and place my hands on his broad shoulders, trying to find something to hold on to – needing to touch his strong body, but he once again grabs my wrists and locks them above my head with one large hand. His other pushes my leg up to my ear so he can get deeper.

“Baby, oh God. I’m going to fill you up. Your pussy is so fucking tight.” He rasps out.

He sits up on his knees and grasps my hips before he lifts me and fucks me with more force than I ever thought possible.

I grip at the blanket above me as another orgasm builds. Finally, we both unravel; him throbbing inside of me as he spills his seed into my opening, and me pulsing around him, milking him of every drop that he has to offer.

He falls forward and his weight rests on my chest. After a moment, our breathing calms. He lifts his head and grasps my jaw, kissing me passionately before pulling away abruptly.

“I’m not even close to finished. I’m going to continue to fuck you until the early hours of the morning. When the sun starts to rise, you will have my come spilling from your pussy.” He growls.

“Oh, God.” I breathe out as he starts fucking me once more - harder, rougher and with abandon.

Chapter Eleven: Gabe

I
STAND BEHIND THE LARGE TREE AND WATCH. Mrs. Brooks is bent over in a children’s playhouse. Her lover is fucking her from behind. Once finished, he pulls up his pants hastily and kisses her passionately before hopping onto his crotch rocket that’s parked right next to her shiny, black escalade that she had bought with her wealthy husband’s money. He takes off as she pulls her pin-striped skirt back down over her legs and buttons her white dress shirt.

Once he’s no longer in sight, she stands and pulls out her compact mirror. She attempts to clean up her smeared lipstick and fluffs her bleached hair. I begin walking towards her, a look of surprise shows across her face when she sees me.

“Oh, hello.” She says breathlessly.

I smile, putting on the charm as I respond, “Hello.”

I look like I’ve been running, dressed in black sweat pants and a hoodie. Ear buds dangle from my ears, and I have my hoodie zipped down about halfway so she can see my naked chest. I poured a bottle of water over my head, so I appear to be soaked with sweat.

“Well, you look…
hot
. It is a hot night in Boston. Would you like to cool off in my car?” She asks flirtatiously.

I smile in response and nod, my best attempt to look sheepish as I follow behind her. I didn’t expect this to be this easy of a target – I know she’s not the brightest bulb, but what kind of woman just allows a complete stranger inside of her car in the middle of the night? Well, her obviously. She’s an old, wrinkled bag pumped full of silicone. I guess fucking younger guys must make her feel youthful. Well, Mrs. Brooks, I’m sorry to say that it’s not working. Bathing in the come of young guys hasn’t helped the fact that you look like a wrinkled, overused nut sack – you should lay off of the tanning bed.

“So, what are you doing out so late? It’s close to midnight.” She says, never looking over her shoulder. I unplug the earbuds from my iPod and begin wrapping the cord around my fists.

“Oh, you know – just clearing my head.” I respond as I pick up my pace.

“Me too, I-”

I lunge towards her and wrap the cord around her neck, pulling back on it.

She’s trying to gasp for air as she claws at my hands with her long, fake nails, not fazing me.

Finally, she passes out. I’m sure not to kill her here. I’ve got to get her in the escalade and her back to my place unnoticed. So I can scratch the urge that’s been burning away inside of me. I lift her and throw her into the back of the car. Her head smacks into a small chest in the back and I shrug.

I reach into her Coach bag and retrieve her car keys before jumping into the driver’s seat.

I turn the key and head to the house.

I pull onto the long, narrow dusty road and once I get to the house, I pull my phone from my pocket. I have an application that controls literally everything in my house. Not to mention it allows me access so I can watch my sweet Amelia from the hidden cameras scattered throughout the interior. Technology, it certainly makes being a psychopath easier.

I press the button and the garage door creeps open. I park Mrs. Brooks’ shiny toy inside before shutting it once more. The oxygen in her brain should be restored shortly, so I need to get her to my playroom quickly – however, I cannot pass up the chance to fuck with Amelia first. I make my way up the stairs to my bedroom and unlock the door. She’s on the second floor, so she doesn’t dare jump from the window in fear that she might snap her legs in half.

Amelia sits on the edge of the bed while she reads a book, wearing one of the saucy numbers I’ve bought her. This one is pink and frilly, making her look innocent and shit.

I stand at the entrance and stare at her before blowing her a kiss. She quietly closes the book and offers me a little wave – quite honestly the most adorable thing that I have ever seen.

“Come with me my love, I’d like some company while I get Mrs. Brooks situated.”

All she does is nod and respond, “Yes, Master.” as she follows me from the room and into the study. I punch in the code and the door creaks open. She steps in beside me and I basically drop Mrs. Brooks onto The Rack. Amelia stands at the far side of the room with her arms crossed over her chest as her wide eyes travel over my playroom. Mrs. Brooks begins moving about and I quickly tie her hands above her and her ankles on the other end.

Amelia looks to my table of toys, and to my surprise, she looks curious – not terrified.

“These are… uh.” She says motioning towards the table.

“My instruments.” I respond, walking towards her and grasping her shoulders gently, “I want to show you that my hands are not only capable of pleasuring you, my love.” She sighs as my hand finds the apex of her thighs and I run a finger over her clit.

“What did she do? I-I mean, what kind of ‘problem’ was she?” Amelia whispers as I continue to caress her.

I smirk as my eyes delve into her lust filled orbs, “Fucked around on the mister… She even wanted to fuck me…”

Her eyes grow wide and her brow squeezes together.

“You didn’t…” She trails off and I chuckle as I hold her cheek in my palm.

“Of course not baby.”

Her lips curl up slightly. I smile as I kiss her forehead, “Why would I fuck some dried up hag when I have your sweet pussy all to myself?”

I smack her ass and continue to make my way back to Mrs. Brooks, who is still trying to come to.

I grab a pair of sharp scissors and get to work on Mrs. Brooks’ clothing. I hear a sharp intake of breath and look over my shoulder, Amelia is scowling at me with her fists balled up at her sides. Normally, I would not tolerate a jealous woman, but in the past several weeks, I have conditioned my sweet angel to submit to me. She has love in her eyes when she looks at me. She wants me all to herself, and the thought makes my cock twitch.

I tilt my head to the side, “What’s the matter, baby? You want to do this? You don’t want me to touch her?”

She quickly moves to my side, her big brown eyes pleading, “You have to undress her?”

I run my thumb over her bottom lip and Mrs. Brooks’ annoying fucking whiny voice breaks up our beautiful moment.

“THAT SON OF A BITCH!” She shrieks and Amelia doesn’t even jump. Her eyes snap to the body lying before us, her sweet brown eyes clouded with annoyance.

Mrs. Brooks looks into my eyes and tries to replace her look of terror with a flirtatious pout, “Come on baby, I can make you feel good in more ways than he can ever pay you.”

I jump when Amelia rears back and slaps the shit out of the woman. Mrs. Brooks screeches and Amelia’s eyes do not leave hers. Well, now this has just gone too far. I place an arm around her shoulders and walk her to the secret door, “Sweetheart, let me take care of this. I don’t want you to see the evils that play out behind this door.”

It seems that reality has set in for her once more, her eyes fill with immediate regret as tears threaten to fall. She holds up the shaking hand that slapped the woman before her gaze travels to The Rack. “Oh my God – y-you’re going to kill her.”

With each blood curdling scream, Mrs. Brooks’ eyes roll to the back to her head.

I smile, but I’m annoyed at her sudden change in character, “Of course I am.”

Her eyes lock onto mine once more, “Don’t. Just let her go.”
I grab her neck and slam her frail body into the wall, causing her to whimper.

“You don’t tell me what to do, Amelia.” I pause as I stare into her eyes, the need to snap her neck stronger than ever, “You know what? I’ve changed my mind.” I toss her onto the floor and grab her ankle, pulling her to an anchored cuff with only a foot of chain.

I kneel down and lock it onto her ankle before grasping her jaw and pulling her face to mine,

“Enjoy the show.”