Truth be Told

Chapter 4

Connel lay there until morning, sun peaking through an overcast, heavy sky. Achily, he rolled to a stand and shuffled down the hall to check on Aspen. She was sleeping, sitting in the corner she had rolled to, balled up with her head on her knees. Shaking his head, he closed and locked the door, then continued down the stairs to make breakfast. He scrambled eggs and fried bacon while making oatmeal. It had been her favorite breakfast with some fruit and cheese six years ago. He fixed her a tray, dropped blueberries in the oats, poured her some juice, and then headed up stairs.

In the bedroom, he placed the tray on a table and went to her.

“Aspen, sweetheart, wake up.”

She groaned at him and swatted, then turned into the corner. He smiled.

“Asp, babe, I brought food.”

A deep purple eye cracked open to see his smiling face. Her heart beat faster. She closed her eye.

“Hmm. Well, I guess if you don’t want it, I can eat the eggs...and the bacon...and this wonderful oatmeal with blueberries,” he watched her becoming more alert with each word, “Not sure about this orange juice though...I may be too full for it and the fruit and cheese.”

She sat up.

“You hate oatmeal. And you eat like a horse.”

“Wolf. I eat like a wolf.”

He grinned at her. She shook her head and walked over to the table, and slowly began to eat. He sat watching her until she put her spoon down and looked at him.

“Are you just going to sit there or join me?”

He smiled and picked up the fork, and they continued to eat in silence. When done, he took her hand and led her to the bed.

“Remove your shirt and lay down on your stomach,” he instructed as he pulled an ointment from his pocket.

Watching him, she did as he wished. He begins to massage the ointment into her back, covering each scar carefully, kneading at the tense muscles until they become liquid. Her eyes drifted shut, and she groaned at the warming sensation. He moved down her body, covering each scar.

“I know you aren’t ready yet, but we do have some things to talk about, Asp. I do need to know who did this and why, eventually, but, for now, I need to know if you cheated on me six years ago?”

“No. Casey is bisexual, not gay. He was jealous of our relationship.”

Connel heaved a deep breath.

“I let my emotions take hold that day and refused to listen to reason. I said so many things… I’m so sorry, Aspen. I know you don’t want to be here, and I understand, but I can not let you leave. For a year now I’ve had the same night terror every night. A night terror where you were being harmed and screaming for me, but I…,” his voice caught as tears began to fall, “I couldn’t get to you. I tried, but I couldn’t reach you. Then you show up with these scars, and I just can’t…”

She twisted around to look at him, and his hands, now working on a leg, stilled. She sat up, concern showing in her gaze as she took him by the shoulders.

“When did you first have it?”

“Two days after Thanksgiving last year.”

She swallowed as her eyes grew big.

“Tell me.”

“I was in the forest. There were dead leaves everywhere. At first, I was walking. Nothing felt natural. It was like I was awake but asleep. Then the void started pushing me through the woods faster, and I heard a scream. I started running toward a clearing. You were there. Covered in mud, debris, and blood. It looked like you were hanging by your wrists. You told me you were sorry, then you started screaming and jerking. I couldn’t reach you. I couldn’t…”

He was shaking by the time he finished. They both were.

“That was the day of the attack. I must have sent it through our link. I am so sorry.”

He pulled her to him. They chatted, and she relaxed into him more and more, then started to squirm. He knew what was wrong and that she wouldn't ask for what she needed. They've never been able to be near each other for long without needing more. But he needed to know….

“What happened after I left that day?” he asked.

“I don’t really remember. I remember running away from you and into the woods. My brothers said I was gone for four days. I came home mute, starved, and nearly nude. They wouldn’t allow me to be alone and took the door off my room for a while. They said they had to force me to eat. I think I remember being in the hospital at one point. Casey came by. He apologized over and over. I do remember throwing half the room at him. Allon and Oakden said he continued to come by nearly daily. When he finally told them what he had done, they beat the hell out of him and kicked him out. After a while, they started forcing me to get out of the house. Allon took me to a club and then got pissy when I hooked up with Sam,” she grinned slightly when his arms tightened, “after that, I started going to the clubs by myself. One of the twins would usually come find me if I wasn’t home by midnight.”

Connel growled. He knew what she was doing but couldn’t help it.

“I lost count of how many hook…” she screamed as he pinned her to the bed and kissed her. He held her hands above her and ground against her.

“I fell in with the wrong crowd, got into a bad relationship, and when I tried to leave, he tried to kill me. And here I am.”

“How many hookups,” He growled in her ear, biting her neck lightly.

“I don’t know.”

She moaned as he bit her shoulder hard and pressed against him.

“I was drunk most of the time. I don’t remember.”

He pinched her n****e, twisting and pulling. She yelped and whimpered with her eyes rolling back.

“Please, Connel.”

“How many?”

He was nipping and sucking her other breast now as he rummaged in the bedside table drawer. He pulled out a length of paracord and tied her hands to the bars on the headboard. He pulled another length out.

“How many?” he demanded, delighting in her squirming, nostrils flaring with the scent of her arousal.

“Twelve.”

He tied her ankles to each side of the bed.

“Twelve?”

She nodded.

“Count.”

He slapped her p***y.

“One.”

He continued, one for each of the twelve, and she gasped and counted with each. When he was done he slid his fingers into her wet channel.

“Mine.”

He pumped his fingers into her, rubbing her c**t, and watched her thrash on the bed. He alternated pinching her n*****s then slapping her breasts.

“Connel! Connel, please!”

“Did they satisfy you?”

“No!”

He twisted her n****e as he pulled his hand away. She groaned.

“Please, Connel.”

“Mmm, but you’ve been bad, darling.”

She grinned.

“Worse than you think. They were girls.”

He untied her legs and flipped her over to her belly, then slowly shucked his clothing. He gripped her hips as he came up behind her.

“Girls?”

He licked her slit.

“Mmm.”

He began licking and sucking, plunging his fingers into her p***y as his lips tugged her c**t. She bucked against him and screamed. As he felt her walls tighten around his fingers, he stopped and pulled them out.

“No! Please Connel.”

He grinned and smacked her ass. Then used his fingers to smear her juices to her ass. He pushed at the tight, puckered hole with a finger tip.

“Has this been touched.”

“No. Please Connel. Please.”

“You want me to f**k your ass, don’t you darlin?”

He pushed his finger inside her and pumped it gently, as he reached under her with the other hand and slid three fingers into her p***y. She moaned loudly, and he pulled his finger out of her ass to slap it. She yelped, and he slid it back in, followed by a second. He worked and stretched her, adding fingers as he did.

“Answer. You want me to f**k this ass don’t you? You want to be my dirty girl.”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Say it. Tell me what you want.”

“f**k my ass. Make me your dirty girl.”

He pulled his fingers out and positioned himself at the entrance to her tight hole then pushed in slowly. She squirmed and kicked as her head thrashed. He let her adjust, then began to ram into her. She screamed as he f****d her. Her body began to buck with the beginning of an orgasm. He quickly pulled out. She sobbed.

“Connel, please.”

He pulled her head back by her hair.

“Please what?

“Let me come.”

He untied her hands from the bed and retied them behind her. Then helped her to stand. Then cleaned himself off quickly.

“Not yet. You haven’t apologized for being bad.”

She fell to her knees and smiled up at him. He watched as she took him into her mouth. Her head bobbed slowly on his d**k and he gripped her hair, pushing into her mouth deeper. She moaned, the vibrations driving him further. He pumped into her mouth until he felt his climax building then jerked her up, bent her over the bed and slammed into her p***y so hard her feet left the floor. She screamed with pleasure as he plowed into her, gripping her waist with bruising force. Her back bowed and her eyes rolled back as she came the same moment he howled his own.

He collapsed on top of her, then rolled off, untying her hands. He pulled her to him, panting. He smoothed her hair back from her face and kissed her softly, then intertwined his fingers with hers and brought her hand to his lips. She snuggled close.

“Girls?”

“Yes. Girls. I hated the thought of being touched by another man.”

He smiled and shook his head.

“What about the abusive relationship?”

She stiffened, and a cloud came over her eyes. He stroked her cheek.

“When you are ready. Just know you are safe. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“I’m scared. If he finds me with you…” she shook her head as her chest tightened and tears threatened.

He kissed them away and held her with her head tucked beneath his chin. Her arms didn’t fit even halfway around his large frame, but she clung to him as tight as possible.

“If he comes here, I’ll remove my ring before he can touch you.”

She jerked back, eyes wide.

“You’ll be giving up control.”

“You are worth it.”

“I can’t make another.”

“Then I’ll learn to control it without the ring.”

She laid her head back down, and they slept.