Amish Redemption (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy)
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Authors: Miranda Rush
Amish Redemption
By Miranda Rush
Text copyright © 2013 Miranda Rush
All Rights Reserved
To my most amazing lover and eternal companion, David,
who
has held my hand throughout this book
and
many other adventures.
To Ginger, the best friend a girl ever had.
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Table of Contents
All she could see was blood. With rattlesnake speed, he clutched her arm and thrust his knife at her throat.
“Now it’s your turn to beg,” he snarled.
Dry as sand, her throat could not scream out for help. She tried to twist out of Jakob’s grip but his grip on her increased and the blade bit into her flesh.
“You aren’t getting away this time.”
The sick feeling in her bowels told her it was true. Somehow he had found her and this time he would show no mercy. Last time he had merely raped and beaten her. This time he would do far worse.
She lay flat on her back in the chicken coop with him straddling her. Hot tears streamed down her face and he wielded the knife, etching bloody trails in her tears’ paths.
She tried to struggle only to find her arms and legs had abandoned her, frozen in fear.
Even if she could run she would never be able to outrun him. He was twice as big, twice as powerful, and doubly fast.
“You are going to pay for putting me away.” His voice was hideous
in its calmness. “Oh, you are going to pay for each and every day.”
He ripped at her clothes savagely.
Again, she tried to move her cement limbs to no avail.
“Nick,” she croaked weakly.
Jakob laughed. “He can’t help you now.”
He unsnapped his trousers as
Rebekah looked on in horror. It was happening all over again. God was making her pay for her adultery. He was making her pay for every moment of happiness. Jakob would take her as before, making his body into a blade to slice into her over and over and when he was done, he would take his knife and cut deep inside her, or skin her alive as he had done once to a poor kitten. Last time she escaped with her life. She wouldn’t be so lucky again.
“Nick!” It was a scream without hope, but yet she couldn’t stop. “Nick!”
Positioning himself between her legs, Jakob poised himself above her, ready to enter her, his arm holding the knife arced above her heart. He would stab her with both simultaneously.
Jakob struck violently.
Rebekah screamed in pain and terror, watching as blood spurted from the gaping wounds.
“Nick!” It was her last impassioned plea
. She gathered all her strength and screamed again, “Nick!”
Suddenly strong hands were shaking her and she heard her name being called.
“Nick!” She shrieked once more.
Warm arms were holding her tight. “I’m right here. I’m right here.”
She opened her eyes to find Nick in bed beside her, comforting her like she was a child. Her cheeks were wet and hot from crying in her sleep. She clung to him, continuing to sob softly.
“It’s okay. It was just a dream.”
But it wasn’t okay. She had been having night terrors for two years, replaying Jakob’s raping her and it wasn’t getting any better. It was getting worse.
“Want to talk about it?” Nick
didn’t have to ask what she had been dreaming about. He knew. He also knew what her response would be.
“No. Not now.”
“Okay.
Let me know if I can help.”
He la
id her back down beside him, his body still warm from sleep. She cuddled into that warmth and lay awake in the darkness listening to his heartbeat and feeling his breath upon her cheek.
She had spent the last two years and much money in therapy with little success. Jakob still haunted her.
The nightmares had only gotten progressively worse. She knew that they would continue as Jakob was due to be released from jail within the year. Then the nightmares would become real. Then he would hunt her in reality and Rebekah knew what he would do.
As she
lie awake in the night an idea began to form in her head. Somehow she needed to gain power over Jakob. First she needed to control her subconscious. It seemed a herculean task. The evil that lurked in her hidden mind was dark, untouchable. She knew she had to do something tangible to exorcise the demon inside her that, uncontrolled, was going to kill her. But what?
Her therapist had come up with an idea, which at the time seemed silly. “Why don’t you role play what you would like to say to Jakob?”
Rebekah had tried it and had run out of things to say in one session. Things she would like to do to Jakob took the entirety of another session. Both sessions were worthless. The night terrors had continued.
What if I could role play something that empowered me? What if I could open up
Pandora’s Box and let the demon out and fight with him? What if I could fight the demon and win?
She found the idea of fighting her attacker intriguing. The violent act that had happened to her required an act of strength, or even violence to resolve it. It was a frightening concept. What if there was more locked in her subconscious than she was capable of dealing with? What if it drove her insane? What if it made her violent to those around her? She thought of little Rachel and Nick and shuddered. What if it just didn’t work, or made the nightmares even worse to where she wouldn’t be able to wake before Jakob killed her? Yes, it was frightening. However, given the right circumstances, it could be pleasurable. She touched Nick fondly as he slept. He would make it pleasurable, she was certain. Immensely pleasurable. And it might just work. She found herself getting aroused at the idea of fighting back.
“Nick?”
“Hmmm?” he mumbled sleepily.
“I know what I need you to do for me.”
“Good. What?” He came instantly awake.
“Would you please rape me?”
“You’re sure?” Convincing Nick had not been easy. He had refused to talk about it the night before, wanting to wait until morning to discuss the matter.
“You just want me to be rough?”
His eyes were uncharacteristically cool.
Just the thought made her tingle.
“As much as possible without hitting me hard.”
“Why?”
Complete honesty was difficult, but it was the only thing that would suffice. “Because it excites me and because I think it will help me.”
“What do you want me to do?”
She thought this over for a moment then gave him a sly smile. “Anything you can come up with from your deepest, darkest fantasies.”
“Well, that covers a lot.”
Her smile increased, as did the sensation between her legs. “Good.”
“I’m
just afraid I’ll make you hate me.”
Rebekah
poured some coffee and took a sip from her steaming mug. “Nothing could ever make me hate you.”
“But you hate Jakob.”
She wrinkled her brow. “This may even help with that.”
“Really
. . .”
She could see doubt lingering in his eyes.
Taking his hand she repeated slowly, “Nothing could
ever
make me hate you.”
She could tell he saw
her sincerity, but still he hesitated. “I’m afraid I will only hurt you.”
In the end, he had a
cquiesced, although rather reservedly. She felt a thrill of anticipation go through her. But she also experienced a pang of self-doubt.
Damn, am I warped now or what?
It was an unanswerable question.
He
made her agree to some rules: this could not occur around Rachel, she had to tell him how she felt afterward, and they must have a “safe word” to be used if things got to be too much for her. Their safe word was “garlic.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she resisted.
“It’s not supposed to be a word you use in a sexual connotation and definitely not one you would use if you were getting raped.”
“Well, it’s definitely not that.”
“Do you think you can remember it?”
“Yes.”
She agreed to the other two conditions readily, although she reserved the right to have time to mull over her emotions before having to talk if she felt overwhelmed. He agreed that if she were upset he could simply hold her and allow her time to “work things out in her head.”
When
five days had passed since he had agreed to the role playing, she felt he must still be hesitant. Although she knew his concerns were for her wellbeing, she could not help but feel mildly irritated.
I need this and he is not responding.
She tried to reason with herself that the role playing might affect him adversely or that she might be asking too much.
He’s already given so much.
She thought back to the stirrings she felt when she first thought of acting out her pain. It was hard to reconcile her feelings
. If I can be excited by this, why can’t he?
The more she thought of Nick taking her by force, the stronger the attraction grew.
She could already feel his strong arms holding her down and his body forcing its way into hers. She would have to talk to him about it again this evening after Rachel went to bed.
Rachel had become an adventurous toddler, eager to explore and play. She was a pretty child, having her father’s dark tumbling curls and brown eyes and her mother’s fine features. She often got the attention of strangers and it was easy to see that she would grow to be breathtakingly beautiful.
Rebekah was preparing pork chops with baked apples for dinner while Nick was taking their daughter to the park. “Wear her out so she goes to sleep early,” she had told him. Her face was bright as she watched them walk out of the house. Rachel held one of Nick’s fingers in her delicate hand.
Rachel certainly loves her daddy. And her daddy adores her.
Within ten minutes of them leaving, a heavy knock came at the door. She wasn’t expecting any visitors. A needle of nervousness went through her as her mind flashed unbidden, as it did often, to Jakob. Since being raped, she had felt uneasy about opening the door to strangers unless Nick was home. As much as she had tried to tell herself the feeling was silly and unfounded, it persisted. Inwardly, she grabbed hold of herself.
Good God, will this ever end? Answer the damned door, Rebekah.
The pounding at the door came again. The sound on the solid oak door was almost ominous.
Holy shit, be patient
. Leaving the burner on under the pork chops, she wiped her hand on a dish towel and went to answer.
“Who’s there?”
More pounding, louder this time.
Rebekah opened the door a crack to peek out. BOOM! The door came smacking open on her, nearly knocking her over. A tall figure in dark clothing and a ski mask ran at her, slamming the door behind him as he grabbed her.
Jakob!
Oh shit, it’s Jakob!
She screamed. They went crashing to the carpet. She screamed again and squirmed to get an arm free to strike him. The blow glanced off his head, apparently not fazing him at all. He got on top of her and held her down with the weight of his shoulder while his hands unzipped her jeans.
She no longer screamed. She was using all her oxygen in the attempt to get him off of her and somehow escape. He focused his attention on getting her pants down and despite her struggles, she found her jeans being pushed off by his legs while he stayed on top of her. She again got an arm free and delivered another strike to his head, hard. He stopped for a half second before grabbing both of her hands and holding them tightly in his right hand. Her legs he secured with his knees. His left hand was negotiating the zipper of his pants.
Panic set in. She fought bravely to free her hands and legs and escape the inevitable. As much as she resisted, she knew there could be no escape.
A burning smell emanated from the stove. Her attacker paused a moment, appeared to sniff the air and then said in menacing tone, “Don’t move and I won’t hurt you.” Then he withdrew from her and got up to turn off the stove.
What the hell?
“Nick?”
The masked intruder turned to face her.
“You were expecting someone else?”
He snatched off his ski mask and threw it aside and came rushing back at her, his pants riding low on his hips. Feeling a swell of desire mixed with adrenaline, she scrambled away, only to have him catch her by her foot and within seconds, he was back on top of her, holding her down, again, holding her two wrists easily in one hand.
Oh God, I am so wet.
The terror she had felt before and the physical battle only heightened her amplifying want. His free hand worked his erection free from his jeans and he began to jab his hips toward the junction of her thighs. She felt the head of his cock graze her moist folds and she fought harder, managing to free her legs. He got possession of her hips and pulled her toward him. She felt him penetrate her inner lips. The hunger burned hot within her.
She was torn between two needs. She needed to fight to best her subconscious demon and she was nearly desperate to have him win, to have him inside her, taking her over and over again. Fucking her hard.
Still she attempted to thwart him. She twisted in his hands and he half picked her up from the floor and slammed them both down again on the carpet, himself on top, pushing her legs apart as she beat at his arms. Holding her stable with one strong arm, he reached down between them with a hand and slipped a finger up inside her.
“Oh, Baby, you really want this. You are so wet,” he breathed.
Then he lifted himself up and drove his cock home.
Penetration made her ecstatic. She almost forgot to fight, until he withdrew and pushed again. Then she tried again to repel him and SLAP!—came a stinging blow to her thigh. The pain only increased the pleasure. Seeing her reaction, he slapped her again and again, on the same thigh, at the same time driving deeply inside her, withdrawing and spiking deeply again.
It was feeling too good to resist. She made a feeble attempt at freeing her hands before surrendering her body to him and pushing up with her hips along with his thrusts. At her submission, he let loose of her hands and concentrated on his movement in and out of her. He slowed down his pace moving languidly out . . . then burying himself within her swiftly. Out . . . then in . . .each thrust stronger than the last, until he could not take it himself and began to move at a faster pitch, taking her swiftly and roughly. His fevered dance touched her dark well of desire and as her breathing became labored, he lifted himself up on one arm and with his free hand, circled her swollen clit. Around . . . and around. In . . .and out. Then, taking three fingers, he stroked her silken folds up the center and both sides simultaneously. Up . . . and down. In . . . and out. He did this, driving harder with each thrust, until her passion erupted, cascading over her in waves. Her coming precipitated his own orgasm. He put both hands underneath her bottom, now wet from her arousal trickling down underneath her, and held her solidly while he drove into her his last strokes. He came loudly, nearly shouting, then quickly recovered.
“Are you ok?” Anxiety was evident on his face.
She smiled. All she wanted was more. “I’m great.”
“Yes, you are,” he said.
“You liked it then?”
“Absolutely.” Then he gave her a concerned look. “How about you?”
“I loved it.” It was true. She felt more sated than she had ever felt before; the adrenaline rush had only accentuated her intense passion. Maybe being warped isn’t half bad.
“Okay, that gives me ideas.” He half rolled off her, still cuddling her in his arms.
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Oh?”
He grinned. “You’ll see. Let me catch my breath. Would you like a bath?”
“Where’s Rachel?”
“Next door at the sitter’s. They are keeping her all night.”
“Oh?” This was new. Rachel would be fine, Rebekah knew, but now she wondered what Nick had up his sleeve.
“So inquisitive. Patience, my dear.” He swept his lips against hers in a kiss, then another, and another. “So, how about that bath?”