You are MINE (closed)

[susurrus]

Receiving the words he wanted to hear, Greg let his orgasm take over. With a yell that probably told the neighbors what was going on, he released a load of cum into Gabriella's grasping, wet pussy.

 

[Asa]

Even after his orgasm she continued to ride rough and wild.

Can pet give me more?

 

[susurrus]

After cumming, Greg's cock got real sensitive real quick, but Gabriella didn't stop fucking.

When Gabriella coaxed, "Can Pet give me more?" Greg whimpered. God, his cock was so fucking sensitive, he just wanted a break, just for a couple minutes, until his cock wasn't so sensitive.

"I'll try," he squeaked.

 

[Asa]

Did you think I forgot?

She stopped and curled up beside him.

 

[susurrus]

Greg suddenly went cold. Gabriella hadn't forgotten, but he sure had. He wasn't sure what it was he was supposed to have remembered.

"Um, no," he whispered, wondering...

 

[Asa]

That after a ride like that you need a little rest.

She purred and nipped at his ears.

 

[susurrus]

Greg was relieved. He'd thought she was trying to get him to remember something that'd completely slipped his mind.

A little rest wouldn't be a bad thing. He knew from experience that, tied to the bed as he was, he was little more than a living, breathing dildo, for Gabriella to use however she saw fit, and whenever. He knew by the time she was finished, she will have fucked him well and truly into oblivion. And whether or not he got to cum along the way was entirely up to her.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

Greg closed his eyes, unable to hold Gabriella, but still, her body snuggled against his felt damn good. If he fell asleep, he knew the next time she wanted to fuck would wake him...

 

[Asa]

She reached up an unlocked his arms.

Hold me.

 

[susurrus]

His arms free, Greg wasted no time wrapping them around Gabriella's naked body. She was warm and soft and shapely, and he loved every inch of her.

He didn't know if this was the time to bring up his questions regarding what had happened with her at work. His investigative mind was just itching to question her, and after a few quiet minutes, even though it might ruin everything, he couldn't help himself.

"What's the story on that message Lance gave you? You looked terrified." At once, he felt bad for just jumping right in so bluntly. However, there hadn't been a lot of lessons on beating around the bush in any of his classes at the academy. In police work, you rarely had time to be ginger about gathering information. "Please tell me. I can't help you if I don't understand what's happening."

 

[Asa]

Do you remember what I told you before. It's probably nothing but... The wording of the note... One of them used to talk like that to me right before giving me a hug. Innocent enough Infront of mom.

She laid there hugging him tight as she answered.

 

[susurrus]

Gabriella's words shrugged off the enormity of situation. The way she held him did not.

"So, you think this guy is trying to cone back into your life somehow? What can you tell me about him?"

 

[Asa]

I doubt it maybe just some fan who knows.

She shrugged and held him snuggling and feathery kisses.

 

[susurrus]

Again, she was trying to downplay the situation. Her reaction didn't merit such dismissal.

Even though it was more than likely to blow whatever mood they had going completely out of the water, Greg's police training wouldn't let it go.

"But if it was this guy, what's his name, and what could be expected from him?"

 

[Asa]

Vince... I don't know what to expect. I doubt it was him. Hell I doubt he is still even alive.

She shrugged and moved to sit upand exit the bed.

 

[susurrus]

When Gabriella got up, Greg figured his inquisitive nature had completely fucked up the mood. Gabriella had been ready to fuck him over and over, but it was a pretty good bet he'd completely screwed up the mood by trying to find out about what'd freaked her out so badly.

Greg reached out and stopped her from completely getting out of the bed. "Please don't go. Unless you're heading to the bathroom or something. I really don't want you to leave. I won't ask more about Vince, though I'm sure you know I've got plenty more questions." Greg's legs were still spread-eagled and tied to the bed. Since his hands had been released so he and Gabriella could cuddle, he could easily take care of that, but he didn't really want to. He wanted more of Gabriella.

 

[Asa]

I figured if it was time for questions I would grab us a couple of drinks.

She shrugged not wanting to think too much about the past but knowing he had questions.

 

[susurrus]

Greg was relieved. He thought she was really done for the night. He didn't bother trying to hide that relief from her.

"Oh, good. Thanks. Yeah, a break and a drink sound like a good idea."

If Gabriella was in a mood - even a grudging one - for answering questions, Greg reasoned he should take it.

As she left the bedroom to get drinks, Greg untied himself from the bed. He hadn't been told to, but he had a feeling fucking wasn't going to be happening again for a while...

 

[Asa]

She walked back in with a couple of beers. Handing him one she sat back down on the bed curling up a little in the black keys to keep warm. She looked to him chewing on her lower lip.

 

[susurrus]

Now that she'd returned to answer questions, Gabriella didn't seem quite so dismissive of what might be happening. However, she came back, and though her body language said she'd love it if he'd just drop the whole thing, something about all this felt wrong, potentially dangerous. No matter how uncomfortable it made Gabriella, Greg had to know.

Now that he was free of the restraints, Greg set the pillows against the headboard so he could sit up. When he was situated, he reached out and pulled Gabriella up against him.

For a couple minutes he just held her. Her body was tense, apparently bracing herself for memories she'd rather not re-live. There was no way Greg could help her without more information, though, so much as he dreaded it, he was going to have to drag her through those memories.

"Now, then," Greg started quietly. "Who is this Vince? Why do you think he may ko longer be alive?"

 

[Asa]

He was one of mom's more regular slime she would drag home.

She curled in close in his arms as fight as she could.

The kinds of bars she went to I doubt people survive long there.

 

[susurrus]

"Were the messages you received today the kind of thing he would send?"

 

[Asa]

Its what he always called me. The hug be usually hugged me after saying it. I've worked in bars like Lance's and worse for years. Drunks can be very grateful people the request to give someone a hug may be weird here but I had one old man csme in once a month to a bar I tended in Philly and he always told the ow er to give me a kiss for him since be was closer to my age.

She shrugged snuggled up.

 

[susurrus]

She wasn't telling everything. She was still shrugging off the really bad stuff.

"Baby, hugs and stuff like that don't bring a reaction like you had to that note. I need to know what he did to you to make you react like that to a few words. I'm sorry, but I need to know. It doesn't need to get graphic. I don't want you to re-live anything particularly traumatic, but I know just relating it to me will be hard."

He held her tighter. "If I'm going to protect you, I need to know the kind of threat I'm dealing with. What did he do to you, and how bad is he? If he's dead, great, but if he's still around, it looks like something's going to have to be done at some point."

 

[Asa]

She told him. Every time Vince came to her leaving her momothepassed out drunk in the other room. Every time he had his hands on her since she was 15. How in many ways he was the more monstrous of them all acting like he was helping her trying to be loving in his use of her.

Falling silent she just stared at the mattress before her.

 

[susurrus]

Greg intently listened to Gabriella's story. It explained how she'd come to be like she was. His police work had taught him that, in many cases, women who'd been sexually abused as children tended generally to fall into two categories: women who shrank from any kind of contact with another person, and women who took the reins of their sexuality in an apparent attempt to prove that they were stronger than the abuse they suffered. Gabriella, obviously, fell into that latter category. The fact that her record showed that she'd used her sexuality to help her "brothers" in their "work" was a perfect indicator of that. Also, the fact that she tended toward being the aggressor in their sexual encounters showed it, too.

It sounded like this Vince was a right bastard. He should be on the sexual predator's list, for fucking sure. If he meant to try to insinuate himself back into Gabriella's life, it was Greg's duty to stop him as quickly as possible. Gabriella might not be Miss Pure-As-The-Driven-Snow, but neither did she deserve to be harassed by the man who'd abused her for so long, so many years ago.

When she stopped talking, her voice just trailed off, her gaze downcast. She looked almost like she'd had the air let out of her. Greg hated to have had her revisit that part of her life, but he had a suspicion she relived it practically every waking hour. It was one of the things he was pretty sure gave her the edge of rage that pervaded the confidence she projected to others. That confidence was what made these moments when she seemed so helpless such alarming times.

Greg pulled Gabriella to him, hoping whatever part of her mind she was in wouldn't interpret his attempt to comfort her as another of Vince's efforts to rape her...