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He
could still feel the swell of her bottom pushing against his hands and if he
would have slipped his fingers in her, he would have been able to cherish the
memory of her smell and taste.

It
was him at his basest, his most feral, and he never wanted a woman to witness
to something like that. Or rather, she would not be able to say anything about
it after. James would make sure.

“Need a hand?”
Jared stood at the door and stared at her impassively. He'd been careful
lately. Not exactly neglectful, just...considerate. She never talked about what
his father had done, but he was observant. She seemed perfectly fine. Same as
always, but he didn't want to assume. It seemed rude to pretend he'd forgotten
about it, too. He wanted to ask if she felt safe and protected now, but was
afraid she might hesitate. He needed to prove it to her somehow. Short of
putting a bullet in his father's brain, he needed her to know he was capable.
He should have shot the bastard; he regrets not shooting him every day because
he aches to make her feel safe. On the other hand, he didn't want to insult her
by treating her more delicately than she expected. Because she was the
strongest person he knew. He would teach her how to shoot. He smiled.

His
tone was warm honey from a foreign hive, and she wanted to bathe in it. Shula
wanted to baptize and release all her sins at once.

But
she was frozen. She couldn't be sure if he was angry. He'd never ever been
angry with her before, but he might take this as an insult. That he wasn't
pleasing her.

Because
he did please her. She was so pleased, if she didn't do this on occasion, she
would be a mess. She thought about the way he loved her over and over, and even
if it were infinite, she would still never be sated.

It
was a comfort to her. This rapid release. This efficiency. With Jared, it
wasn't something she could quite control. Sometimes her release came so
suddenly, so quickly that she couldn't appreciate the buildup. She didn't know
how to appreciate something so unpredictable. Not that she was complaining.
Having him inside her was exquisite and novel, and she was still amazed at the
pleasures he could pull from her body.

“I
‒
”
She removed her hand from her
knickers.

“Don't
do that, my love. Pretend I'm not here if you must, but I'm going to watch you,
and you will continue.” His need was just at the surface, but he found he
wanted to hold on to it, just a bit, no matter how unsettling it was to him. He
was quite spoiled by his bride, and she tended to his every desire, whether she
realized it or not.

But
this was different. This was unexplored territory. He hadn't realized desire
could be on a spectrum and that revelation made him want to feel everything all
at once. Do everything all at once. The thought of untapped desire was
distressing. Intoxicating.

Oh
God.
He
wanted to watch her? She couldn't. She just couldn't. She arranged her night
dress and sat up, deeply ashamed, but found herself quickly on her back with
her husband over her, palm pressing the center of her chest. “No, Shula. I said
you will continue.” He barely recognized his voice. He grabbed her right hand
and pressed it to her damp panties. His zipper rubbed against the back of her
hand, and she could feel he was hard.

He
was going to make her. He'd never made her do anything she hadn't wanted
before, so why was he making her now? To punish her? Surely not. “I don't think
I can, Jared. I don't want to displease you, but I'm terribly embarrassed, and
I don't want you to think
‒
”
That
you're not enough,
she thought miserably to herself.

“Think
what, Shula? Tell me.” Her panties were moved to the side and his thumb a
centimeter from her clitoris. It was maddeningly still. His mouth spoke into
hers after a thorough kiss. “Tell me, and I might help you out.”

Shula
was relieved. Not for the help, but because she hadn't wanted him angry. “I've
just done this since I was young, and I don't know. I just enjoy it.”

“Well,
then. Let me make it better for you.”

“You
do
‒
Oh!
”
His face was between her
legs, lapping fully at her labia.
“
Now.
I want to watch very closely.” He circled her clitoris with his tongue before
moving back out. “Do it.”

And
she did. Her fingers moved rapidly, while his tongue and mouth tasted and
explored everything else. His tongue would work its way in beside her fingers
and she would buck against his face. He didn't bother dissuading her.

He
felt slight tremors against his face and decided he wanted to draw this out a
bit more. “Stop.”

It
took her a few seconds to comprehend it, but she did. She removed her hand and
clutched it to her chest. She didn't know what she was doing wrong. She was
afraid she would cry if she spoke.

Jared
saw. He saw how he scared her, and it was intolerable. “Shula, love. Slow down.
That's all.” He kissed the skin of her thigh closest to his mouth. “Slow, slow,
slow,” he begged. He kissed her fingers once they found their way back.

He
watched her. He saw how her body adapted to a slower pace. He saw how she would
quicken, then slow again as she was getting closer.

He
could watch this for hours.

He
knew her fingers would be useless soon, and he wanted to finish her off
properly, so when her breathing became labored, he thrust his tongue as deeply
inside of her as possible. She convulsed, and her thighs squeezed his head
tightly. He couldn't hear anything. He soaked his chin and jaw just using his
face to keep her body on the bed. He looked up finally,
finally
, and
could see her naked body through the nightdress clinging to her.

Jared
wanted to fuck her. He wanted her over him so he could see her in the light of
day. He pushed upward, not even bothering to wipe his face, and kissed her
deeply. He rolled them over, working on his belt, and pushed inside her
quickly.

She
hadn't been expecting it. She was more exposed than ever, but didn't fight him
when he stripped her of her clothes and held both of her breasts like they were
a prize. “I've clearly been neglecting you. That ends today.”

She
shook her head, her dark mess of curls finally gaining some length. She needed
to reassure him, but being on top of him fully exposed was so freeing.
Frightening. Addicting. His hand moved up her collarbone to her cheek, and she
turned her head and bit the pad of his thumb, before sucking it into her mouth.

“Oh
Hell,” he breathed. He sat up and sucked a nipple roughly into his mouth,
enough to cause her to cry out in pain. He didn't let up, moving quickly to the
other one. He wasn't sure what had gotten into him, but he couldn't control
it...these impulses. He remembered how she loved the pain of the knife, and how
uncomfortable it made him. Not the pain, but the blood, and not being able to
wield the blade. He wasn't in control now, not really, but he could
see
.

And
he could make her hurt without his conscience taking a hit. The worst time to
feel guilt was after sharing the most unspeakable intimacies, and a few bruises
might be something he could live with, so long as she let him care for her
afterward.

His
zip was biting into her inner thighs, and she ground roughly against him, and
he moved his hands to stop the contact. Before she could process her
disappointment, his fingers dug into her backside and spread her open. He
squeezed.

It
hurt. It hurt so bad. And she wanted to shout. But she didn't want him to ever
stop. Her hands went to his shoulders, and she thrust her bottom backwards,
hoping he would take the hint, and God, he did. Exquisite pain radiated down
her thighs with his permission, and her pussy squeezed the life out of him.

He
wasn't sure if she was fertile and he couldn't find the words. He pulled out
and yanked three times quickly, and made a mess of his bare stomach and even a
little bit of his shirt that had worked its way upward. She was staring at the
mess, and he took the same thumb she bit earlier, and ran it through his come
before bringing it to her mouth, and stroking her tongue. He wasn't sure what
compelled him, and it felt insane, but he wanted to explore all intimacies with
her. Untainted by any rules only hinted about.

He
had older brothers to speak with, but he did not trust them. They had left Jude
and him behind, though he was unsure he would've been a better brother.

But,
as he leaned up to kiss his beautiful bride, tasting of the both of them, he
found he didn't care what might be right or proper. He found he wanted to find
his own way. “I think I'd like to have a bath with you. And once we're clean,
I'd like to bring you food to our bed, and feed you. I'd like us not to leave
it until tomorrow morning. I want you naked and ready for me every moment. I'll
bring the computer to bed and we can plan our long overdue honeymoon, while I
suck bruises into your thighs.”

She
was shaking, and he knew it was her body coming down from wherever she'd been.
He pulled her down to hold her, unconcerned with the mess. “How does that sound
to you, my love?”

She
was bothered by the decadency of it, but she did want it. She pressed her face
into his neck before mumbling against it. “I'd like a honeymoon.”

He
smiled. “I apologize I've taken my time with it.”

She
shook her head. “I've no complaints.”

“I'm
glad of that. I did wonder for a split second when I walked in here today, but
I took care of business in the shower this morning
‒
”

“You
could have woken me.” She raised to look at him. Mildly distressed.

“I
know. But, think. Why didn't you come get me?”

She
frowned. “I don't know. I'm not ashamed I wanted...a release, but it seems
silly to come outside and shout that I need you to satisfy me for five
minutes.”

He
laughed. “Hey now! That was longer than five minutes.”

“Was
it?” She smiled and kissed him. “I want you not to have to do that. I don't know
why. Because I do it. I won't do it anymore. You aren't neglecting me.” She
didn't like not being able to make her feelings verbal. She didn't like not
understanding them.

He
found it made him sad she wouldn't pleasure herself anymore. “How about we don't
stop doing it, but always tell the other if we're going to.”

“You
still want to?” She hated that it bothered her, because she knew it was
hypocritical. “I'm sorry. I know it's stupid.”

He
shook his head. He completely understood. “I'm finding I do want to do it more,
especially if I think you're watching me.”

“Oh.
That's...naughty.”

Oh,
yes. “I think we should make a list of all the things you think are naughty.”

“I
think baths together are so naughty I can barely think about it.” She tucked
her head under his chin so he couldn't see her face. She wasn't kidding. There
were so many things she still didn't know, and just when she thought there
wasn't any more they could do, she found out how wrong she was. Anything other
than creating a baby was indulgent and unnecessary. But, she couldn't ever
remember being taught that.

He
was utterly besotted. “What's so naughty about a bath? I'll get to wash your
back.” He ran his hands down it, pressing his fingers in. “And your bottom.” He
squeezed and spread, trailing his fingers under her ruined panties, and
tickling upward inside her crease.

She
sucked in a breath. She couldn't speak.

“Not
naughty at all. Though my inspection afterward might be,” he whispered.

Shula
smiled into his shirt. And squirmed. She wanted him again.

Raphe decided
Greenville, Texas was a shit-hole if his accommodations were anything to go by.
The Victorian was something straight out of a horror novel. It was fucking
huge, and not even the many layers of wallpaper and paint could hide the
infestation of mold. He couldn't see it, but he could smell it. He could feel
it.

There
were plenty of rooms upstairs that would be more comfortable, but Daniel, that
fucker, said his father instructed he live down here. To separate him from any
girls who might come to stay. Which was hilarious. He assumed his hot ass was
just too tempting and the way that motherfucker prayed to a fucking deity every
time Raphe's services were needed, it made his living in an old washroom almost
worth it.

Almost.

It
was all patently ridiculous. From what he could ascertain, they brought in
different eager females, and Raphe was meant to impregnate them.

Raphe
didn't have a moral problem with this. He knew he should, but as he was being held
prisoner with threats on his life, he felt he couldn't be terribly picky about
where he was sticking it. And he had stuck it in worse.

Obviously,
the great land of Texas was trying to fuck its way out of unvaried bloodlines,
and trying to find someone who didn't share the same grandmother was a bit of a
challenge. It was understandable. Raphe approved. However, had Raphe known
Texas was after some new DNA, he would have happily given numerous deposits.
Kidnapping him would've been unnecessary. His rates would have been reasonable.
He would have even entertained a bulk discount. After all, if he charged $50 to
watch his own come hit the concrete, he didn't see any reason to charge more.

Quite
frankly, the thought of hundreds of his offspring infiltrating Texas was beyond
amusing. It would be fucking
history
and he wouldn't even mind if they
whitewashed it.

He'd
found out Daniel's name as he woke handcuffed to his current bed that first
morning. His room was windowless, but there wasn't a lock on the door yet, and
it was opened just enough for hear an older man speaking on the phone. “Daniel
brought home a pretty blond male. I think you'll be pleased.”

Raphe
hadn't understood what that meant. He'd heard of the sex trade, but that was
primarily for young females or pre-adolescent males. He couldn't think why else
it would be relevant he be' pretty'.

Later
on, when Daniel came to install the lock on the door, Raphe asked outright,
“Daniel darling, how did you know I liked to be handcuffed to the bed?”

Daniel
was unsettled by him, and Raphe loved to make him uncomfortable those short
moments he was forced to be in his presence. When his meals were brought to
him, and those long walks up the stairs into a bedroom with a woman waiting for
him were highlights for Raphe because Daniel was clearly unnerved by him.

Raphe
had been in Greenville two weeks, and was close to manic when his role was
explained. He was brought there for breeding purposes. He laughed and laughed
until he couldn't breathe. “Why didn't you just ask, you fucker?”

Daniel
had been slow to answer, but was very proud when it came to him. “Because your
answer didn't matter. You should be thanking God you have this chance for
salvation.”

His
brain quieted and a touch of fear set in. Raphe had heard of cults, but thought
enough history had passed to render them obsolete. History had taught him
nothing good had ever come of delusion in large numbers. “God? Which part of
this would your god approve of? If he or she thought drugging me, kidnapping
me, and forcing me to breed with women I don't know is acceptable to him, I
think I'd rather shop for a new one.” He looked at Daniel. “Wait. Do people
down here think a god exists? Is it widespread? Or is it just off the grid
people who are stunted? Because I'm telling you, you're slowing down
evolution.”

Daniel
looked angry. “Of course everyone believes He exists! The States are rotting
from the absence of God! How can you not see that?”

Raphe
realized then Daniel was certifiable. Dead sexy, but completely crazy. Only
insane people could believe such nonsense. “Well, you brought part of the filth
back with you with the intention of spreading it around. I could have a deadly
disease. Or have an IQ the length of your dick. My children could be dumber
than a box of rocks.”

Daniel
didn't have anything to say at first, and when he did, he didn't sound very
convinced. “God will protect the women if you do.”

The
first girl was a shy young thing, but very eager. Not eager in the way one was
when they want to get off, but eager to be filled with a blessing. She had long
blonde hair and blue eyes, and she looked entirely too innocent to be wanting
what she was about to get. He was told not to speak, and he wouldn't have
obeyed, except Daniel sat in a chair with a rifle while Raphe fucked her.

It
was interesting at first. She was lying down on the bed with her dress pooled
around her upper thighs. She held the dress there, and Raphe could see then how
nervous she was.

Raphe
was a bit of an exhibitionist, and removed his clothes all while looking at
Daniel. It took him a moment to realize she had become noticeably uncomfortable
when Daniel sat in the chair next to the bed, and when Raphe tried to reassure
her, the barrel of a rifle skimmed his hip. “Just close your eyes,” he whispered
to her.

She
did, but when Raphe pushed inside, it hurt her and she hadn't been eager any
longer. “I'm sorry,” he spoke close to her ear.

“Get
your face away from her. She doesn't know where your mouth has been.”

Raphe
rolled his eyes. He was straining to keep his erection now. She was clearly
inexperienced and he should have had a bit of time to ease her into it. He was
good at it. But now he properly understood his predicament. Normally, he didn't
have a problem fucking anyone. He had his preferences, but he loved the
pleasure for its own sake. He would have loved to introduce this girl to how
fantastic it could be.

He
sat up on his knees, so he could have better access to her. He didn't know if
he could get her off, but he would try. He thumbed at her clitoris and she
thrashed, nearly dislodging his cock.

“What
the fuck are you doing to her?”

His
hip was slapped with the barrel. “Helping her enjoy it. Obviously.”

“Don't.
You are only meant to get her pregnant.” He was still pressing the barrel to
Raphe's hip.

“I'm
helping her along. Do you all not have sex education down here? Fuck.” Raphe
was irritated. “Just don't talk anymore. I'm trying to get this over with
quickly for her sake, and you're making me lose my boner. Just shut up, and let
me finish it. And I'd rather her not be traumatized because we may have to do
this again.” He decided to ignore Daniel. He thought the chances of him getting
shot were slim.

He
dropped back on top of the girl. “What's your name?” He whispered.

She
opened her eyes, but didn't say anything.

“You
don't have to tell me. Can I kiss you? Your mouth is gorgeous.” He waited for
her to blush, and at her timid nod, he dipped his head and kissed her. He
sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, and as soon as she opened hers, he found
her tongue with his, while still stroking her clitoris with the pad of his
thumb.

It
wasn't going to be such a task now. “Mmm. You feel amazing. Can you hear how
wet you are?” Raphe pulled himself out nearly all the way, letting her hear it,
before pushing back in slowly. He nuzzled at her breast, finding her nipple
underneath her bra and dress. He soaked the material with his tongue, and bit
down.

She
was thoroughly enjoying herself now. Her hips were rising to meet him, and her
hands were yanking at the sheets. Raphe looked back at Daniel, and licked his
bottom lip. Daniel was pressing against his erection, and Raphe wondered if
that would mean anything at all for him. He hoped so.

Raphe
kissed her one more time. “Want to feel you come on my cock.” It was possibly
too crude, but he didn't care. She was a natural. He circled her clitoris
rapidly, and less than a minute later, she was whining and curling into
herself. And squeezing his cock. He pounded her pliant once more, emptying
himself fully. It was the first time he'd ever ejaculated fully inside someone
else without a condom. It was troubling, and quite possibly the most intimate
thing he'd ever done.

“Time
to go.” Daniel tapped the bed once with the gun, and Raphe kissed her once on
the mouth and once again on her inner thigh as he got up. Her natural modesty
pushed her dress back down. She was blushing again.

As
soon as the bedroom door was closed, Raphe was pushed to his knees, and his
mouth full of so much cock. He didn't even have time to show his skill, because
Daniel was coming on the back of his tongue.

As
he was pulled upward, he wanted to laugh.

Later,
when Daniel brought him dinner, Raphe asked more about her, and surprisingly,
he answered. “She's very poor, so she is selling the baby to Mr. Agnesson.”

Agnesson.
That sounded
horrible. “My baby. She's selling this Mr. Agnesson my baby. Don't mistake what
you're doing here.” Raphe hadn't considered the babies would be sold, but of
course they would be. “I just don't know why me specifically. Why you needed to
cross the border. Surely not everyone in this fucking country is inbred.”

Daniel
shrugged. “It was what Mr. Agnesson instructed. I don't question him.”

“Apparently,”
Raphe sighed. “Does she not have family? A lover? A friend?”

“No.
Her parents could never afford a contract, and they were isolated. It was only
recently she was found.”

Raphe
didn't quite understand. “What sort of contract?”

Daniel
frowned at him. “A marriage contract. How else would you get a spouse?”

Raphe
couldn't stop his eyes from rolling. “The normal way. On the Internet. At
school. At the market. At a library. At a club. At a coffee shop. You meet
someone, spend time with them, and sometimes you fall in love and want to get
married.”

He
shook his head. “We don't do it that way. Here, these things are planned before
birth or shortly after.”

“So,
where's your wife then?”

“She's
only fourteen, so we have a couple of years still before we are to be married.”
Daniel told him, matter of fact.

Raphe
thought he might vomit. “She's just a child.”

“She
can bear children-”

“Then
why wait?”

Daniel
looked at him like it was obvious. “Because her mother is still teaching her
what her role will be.”

“Her
role? What the fuck does that mean? Like how to boil water or get stains out of
the arm pits of your shirts? You can look shit up on the Internet.”

“Not
everyone has access to the Internet, and those things are best learned with
practice.”

The
Internet not being readily available made Raphe reevaluate what he wanted to
say. “But not that much practice. It only took me weeks to figure out how to
care for myself when I left home. What in the world takes years to learn?”

Daniel
didn't say anything at first. “It's just the way we do things here. We are
taught by our fathers how to take financial care of our families, and our
mothers teach our sisters how to take care of the home.”

Raphe
thought that was pretty logical, but still, everyone would need to be in
agreement. “What if she wants to work and not have kids?”

“That's
unheard of.”

“Hmm.
Well, whatever works, I guess. I mean, she'll have an asshole the same as me,
so at least your sex life will be varied.” He wanted to rile him.

“I
would never-”

“Please.
You've put your women in a position to not have any say in what they want. I'm
sure it will be easy to convince her it's perfectly normal. I mean, you were
very eager.” Raphe was done with this conversation. “You could always practice
on me. I can teach you how to do it nice and slow so she'll enjoy it.”

That
got him a push on his bed, but before he thought it might get interesting, his
door was slammed. It was a shame. Daniel was utterly gorgeous, dark hair and
eyes, and so innocent. Raphe could forgive a little kidnapping to have a bit of
that. He knew Daniel was delusional, so he didn't hold him accountable. And
Raphe wanted to meet whomever Agnesson was. He had a feeling this was quite a
bit more sinister than he had originally thought.

Sometimes
Raphe would wake up with the light of the hall shining into his room and found
himself handcuffed to the bed again. He couldn't see Daniel at first, but he
could hear the rhythmic movement of a hand sliding on an eager cock. Raphe
cursed the handcuffs.

On
one of those nights, only one of his hands was out of commission. He had been
sleeping on the other. Raphe was really quite a hedonist, and a bit of a brat,
so he deftly shimmied out of his underwear, and relished the hitched breath
from across the room. He licked his palm and went to work, licking his palm
some more to keep all the naughty sounds loud enough for Daniel to hear. He
moaned his name on several occasions, but he stayed back.