Explicit Instruction (21 page)

‘Get on the bed,’ he said.

Rushe remained near the door, fully clothed, his arms folded across his chest, and that anger was back on his face. Maybe the meeting hadn’t gone well after all.

Flick crawled on
to the bed, then lay down on her back. Scrutinising her, he sauntered to the end of the bed to look down on her.

‘Spread your legs,’ he said, and she did. ‘Wider.
.. Look at that little pussy of yours. You’ve got a hot muff, I’m gonna fuck my way through you, fuck you ‘til you can’t walk.’ Rushe’s head tilted, but he remained focused on the apex of her thighs. ‘I’m gonna fuck your tight cunt ‘til you beg me to stop, then I’m gonna do it again. I say when. I say how. You do what your told, whore. Speak.’

‘Yes.’

‘Yes, what?’

‘Yes
, sir,’ she said.

This was the Rushe who’d been with her at the shack. Flick had been entirely right about him building those walls if they were exposed to the bad guys again. He would never tell her what happened at the meeting, and she had a feeling he hadn’t spoken to her in the car for that very reason. If he’d spoken to her
, then they would have to acknowledge that she’d observed him, and he wanted that to be unspoken.

When Rushe
was in this mood she couldn’t play her games, she couldn’t tease him. He just wouldn’t put up with it.

‘I wanna split you in half,’ he growled
, pulling his tee-shirt over his head. ‘Brand that little pussy as mine, for my use only. You’re never gonna have another man, Kitten. No one touches what’s mine.’

Flick knew when he talked like this that what he s
aid was more for effect than in any actuality of truth. But a tremor in her chest wanted him to mean it. If she could have him, if they could have each other, she’d do it. No other man could match up to him, could match up to this, to what they did, what they’d shared.

Kicking off his jeans Rushe
got on the bed and drove his knees beneath hers, compelling her upward for a better viewing angle because he didn’t touch her, not with his hands. He prodded her opening with the head of his dick, let it run up between her folds to her clit, and then beyond until the underside of him was against her, his balls against her. He lifted enough to smear his palm and fingers across her juices.

‘You’re wet
, Kitten,’ he said, licking his fingertips. He did it again, and Flick tried to push closer. But he used her juices to coat his dick without entering her. ‘You’re making a mess of me.’

Pressing his length between her folds
, she grit her own teeth wishing he would just enter her. ‘Please, Rushe.’

‘Not a chance
, Kitten,’ he sniggered. ‘You keep that mouth of your shut now. If you’re a good girl I’ll let you lick me clean.’

His concentration went back to her vagina
, and he began to tug on himself, letting his head bounce against her clit as he jerked himself with her lubricating fluids. Rushe reached for her breast and pinched a nipple but his eyes remained on the task in hand.

‘Rushe,’ she sighed
, as her head drifted back.

Three fingers drove into her
, and he hooked them round to yank her from inside. ‘I told you to be quiet slut, you’re gonna do what you’re told.’

Cur
ling her lips into her mouth Flick nodded, but being silent didn’t mean she couldn’t move. Her sap coated both of them as his penis hammered against her clit, and swallowing her scream came on the back of him launching up to grab the back of her neck. He pulled her to sit then rose on his knees. In reflex she opened her mouth and he squeezed his own intoxicating liquor into her. When the jets stopped she lapped out, catching the beads from him that persisted. Swallowing him down, she licked her lips, and blinked up at him. Neither had their breath, or their senses, back but only one thing came into Flick’s mind.

‘More.’

His face relaxed and she saw the anger recede some, any concern for her was wiped away when Rushe stroked from her hair parting to her chin. ‘You’re a good girl.’

‘I want to be naughty,’ she said
, letting her lips curl.

‘We’ve got all night for that
, Kitten.’

Apart from the brief interlude when
Rushe put on his jeans to retrieve the pizza from the delivery boy, they’d both been naked all night. The pizza was cold in its box, scattered somewhere on the floor.

Rushe sat slouched in the middle a
t the head of the bed, while Flick lay on her front between his legs, looking for something to watch on the television. The glare from the TV was their only light, as they hadn’t bothered with a lamp. As she flicked he had taken her hips and pulled her to his lap. His erection rested on her rear while he rolled his balls around her intimate entrance. But the audacious action wasn’t urgent. When he ran his finger around her then poked inside Flick knew he was exploring, playing with her because she was there more than in an interlude to anything.

‘What are you in the mood for?’ she asked
, still flipping through channels.

‘Any porn?’

‘My god,’ she exhaled. ‘That’s like giving crack to an addict and asking him not to use it all at once. I already can’t walk. Rushe, you did it. I’m crippled.’

Flick’s
words didn’t discourage him; he pushed another finger into her causing her hand to fall to the bed. ‘You’re so good at that,’ she whispered, letting her head drop beside her hand, which still held the remote.

‘I’m not doing anything,
’ he said in a way that made Flick think he meant it.

‘Ok, keep doing nothing, and if you feel like doing nothing to my cli
t while you’re there...’ When Rushe lifted her hips again Flick was sure he was going to toss her aside. Then, the searing heat of him impaled her, and Flick gasped, which made him curse because her surprise had made her clench.

‘Fuck
, Kitten,’ he grumbled. ‘Give a guy a second to adjust, I’m shirtless back here.’

While she liked the intima
cy of having no barrier, and she definitely preferred his skin to any rubber, Flick had an urge to withdraw.

‘
If Simone really has had every man, I don’t trust the likes of Skeeve to be clean of—’

Rushe
spanked her, then took her small hips in his large hands, and began to slide her rear up and down the length of him still embedded within her.

‘I didn’t fuck Simone,’ he said
, still working her rhythm.

‘You didn’t?’ Flick
said, trying to peek at him over her shoulder but he was too interested in watching himself move in and out of her. ‘Why not?’

Muttering
, Rushe released her hips causing her to slither down his shaft. ‘Do you want me to fuck her?’

‘No.’

‘Then shut up.’

Squeezing her internal muscles
, his mutter became a curse, and his body went rigid. ‘I wish you could come in me,’ Flick confessed.

‘Not a chance.’

‘I know,’ she said, doing her own job of rocking on him. ‘You’re too careful for that. A man with your forethought would go crazy with the possibilities.’

‘I come inside you
, and there’s only one possible outcome, and that’s not an outcome I’ll ever be a party to.’

‘I like it when you come in my mouth. I like how you taste. I lik
e taking a part of you into me.’

‘There’s a part of me in you right now
, Kitten.’

‘But I don’t get to keep him.’

‘You want to keep my spunk?’

Even she had to smile at his scepticism. ‘Not indefinitely.’

‘You wanna spread my jizz on toast you go right ahead Kitten, but you’re getting none of it in your happy little pussy. You got enough juice in there already.’

‘Rushe...’ she sighed
. With so many things she wanted to say to him, it broke Flick’s heart that she couldn’t voice any of them.

‘Tell me about the other guy.’

‘Who?’

‘The pioneer.
’

‘You want to talk about how I lost my virginity when we’re having sex?’ she asked.

‘You like it when I talk during sex.’

‘Yeah,’ she conceded. ‘When you’re calling me a whore
, and telling me how much you want me, this is more of a conv—’ He shifted and smacked her down onto him bruising her already tender muscles.

‘I say when and how... Tell me about the suitor your father trotted you out for.’

‘I never had sex with Robert,’ she said, pushing back to squirm against him. He’d been playing with her for so long that her body buzzed in anticipation of what his actions had promised. ‘Oh, Rushe.’ Humming out her pleasure Flick buried her face in the blanket she lay on. But Rushe lifted his knees, which brought her up onto her hands. ‘Please fuck me now.’

‘No,’ he said
. Staying engaged, he brought her with him when he moved to his knees. Rushe all but pulled out of her, stretching her opening with the bulge of his engorged head. ‘Why not?’

‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘I’m a bad girl? Or I’m a good girl?’

He hissed out an exhale. ‘No, I’m not fucking you because you haven’t satisfied me. I want you to tell me why you didn’t let your fiancé fuck you.’

‘Why? Why does
it mat—’ Rushe stabbed her deep, and with her groan he withdrew again, letting her pussy kiss the tip of him. The wait for the pleasure she needed tormented every inch of her prickling skin.

‘Satisfy me,’ he growled.

And Flick realised it was his curiosity he wanted satisfied. ‘I wasn’t attracted to him... he was boring and self-absorbed.’

‘Ah,’ Rushe said
, spearing in another inch. But when she tried to push back to take more of him he grabbed her hips, keeping them static. ‘When I say, Kitten. Did he kiss you?’

‘Yes,’ she squealed
, trying desperately to be patient, but so ready to be fulfilled. Foreplay was another area where Rushe excelled she now discovered, because his previous tentative exploring had primed her ready for action, but still he only teased her with the notion.

‘Did he buy you flowers and jewellery?’

‘Yes.’

‘You let him get his hands on your
cans?’

‘My breasts? Yes,’ she gasped. ‘Yes.’

‘Bet he was drooling on you, gagging to seal the deal, when he saw those airbags in the flesh.’

‘No,’ she said
, swallowing to moisten her throat. Flick shook her head and brought it up fraught with her desperation.

‘No?’ He bobbed in dee
per then came out of her again, swaying her hips away then back. ‘You think he didn’t want to fuck—‘

‘On top of the clothes,’ she
puffed. ‘Please, Rushe! I was never naked with him! Please! Oh God! Rushe!’

He
banged into her, fast; Rushe punched his dick into her like a jackhammer. Fumbling for his hand, Flick screamed out when he took her to climax. Liquid heat burst inside her and Flick’s head came up when she remembered he wasn’t wearing protection. Then without a second to spare, Rushe yanked her hand against his shaft and let his seed seep into her palm and through her fingers clarifying that the burst in her womb had been all her.

Rushe
shoved her down to the bed face first. Flick sat up to look at his semen in her hand. He came to her side to grab her head and force a punishing but brief kiss to her mouth.

‘Midnight snack,’ he said
, with a distant glint in his eye, he nodded at her hand.

Flick tipped the MnM’s packet up to pour more into her hand, then she took her curled palm to Rushe’s mouth, and he opened to slurp them into his mouth while keeping his eyes on the road.

‘We’ve been driving for half a day
, and you still won’t tell me where we’re going?’ she asked.

‘No,’ he said
, through the crunching chocolate. ‘You’ve asked me that twenty times.’

‘Maybe one of these times you’ll slip up,’ she said
, knowing that it was unlikely. But Flick garnered the courage to ask another question that had been playing in her mind all day. ‘Why were you asking me those questions last night?’

‘What questions?’ he asked
, digging some chocolate shell out from his teeth.

‘About Robert.’

‘I do what I want,’ he said. ‘I thought you would’ve got that already.’

‘It’s odd though,’ she said
, putting the candy bag away. ‘Asking me about another man when we’re having sex... Does that turn you on? The idea of me with another man? I have to be honest, I’m not comfortable with the idea of a threesome—‘

‘What?’

‘Would you prefer it if I had more experience? Is it that you want to watch me—‘

‘Kitten!’ he snapped
, then thought twice about whatever he was going to say.

‘What?’ she asked.

‘Nothing.’

‘Say what you were going to say.’

‘Why don’t you sleep?’

‘Rushe!’
she demanded.

‘I’ve watched men die,’ Rushe said
, which only served to confuse Flick more. ‘Some die fast, some die slower and deserve it but...’

‘But?’

‘When I think about any man...’ He bared his teeth and hesitated again.

‘What?’

‘You want to know why I asked about him?’ he asked, flashing his attention to her then back to the road. ‘Do you?’

‘Yes.’

‘I want to rip his face off. I want to pull his eyes from their sockets and stick them so far up his ass for looking at you... for thinking... I want to ram my fist through his teeth and down his throat ‘cause he had the taste of your mouth. I’d break every finger he touched you with. Do you know the noise a finger makes when it breaks? How quickly I can make a guy cry and beg for his mama?

‘
I’d cut off his balls and watch him bleed out slow while I make him grovel for mercy for thinking he could ever... for imagining your body, for dreaming about fucking you... I asked those questions because since you told me there had only been two of us, I’ve wanted to murder any man that got there before me, and any man who thinks he can follow me. Get it? I want him dead, Kitten, and I’m the kinda man that can make that happen.’

He spoke with such venom, such hatred and anger
, that she was... astounded. For a man she had thought would never whisper words of devotion to her he’d just managed to say the most romantic, and disgusting, thing she’d heard in all her life.

‘Ok,’ she said
, unsure exactly how to react to... wow. Flick sat straight, looked out the windshield, and tried to process his statement, and its sentiment.

‘Ok?’ he snapped, seemingly
happy to have shut her up.

‘Yeah.’

‘Good.’

Flick had never
had anyone react with such depth of feeling toward her about anything. In her life she’d attracted indifference, and she’d come to expect it. That was her reason for believing that she couldn’t pleasure Rushe. No one felt much of anything toward her, or because of her. But he’d proved her wrong because they’d had replay after replay, and she knew if she wanted to she could persuade him into sex right now – one way or another – because her experience with him, with this one man, gave her the inside track on how to tempt him.

When she thought about
her brothers in-law, and the men in her father’s acquaintance, Flick doubted any of them would know what dirty talk was. If any of those men thought about demanding anything sexual, Flick would probably laugh in their faces. Asking any of them to come in her would be the furthest thing from her mind, and she’d certainly never beg them to fuck her.

But that brought reality back into focus. When Rushe was gone she’d have to be celibate for the rest of her life
, or put up with her lot. Flick couldn’t go back to her independent life expecting happiness. Being with her family, or out on her own, there would be no great love because this was it for her; no man would match up to Rushe. Flick had seen this man through his own sort of sexual awakening, as he’d schooled her through hers.

Rushe didn’t care about her inexperience, and he didn’t treat her
with kid gloves. He certainly wouldn’t fear her father, or any of his associates. Last night in the first motel, when he’d been unable to objectify her, Flick had taken control; he was like a lost puppy. Rushe had let her sit him down, to kiss him, to take him through their union slowly and gently.

She would never say it to his face
, but he was a man who’d never made love to any woman, until last night when he made love to her. With a taste for the new tempo, he’d mixed things up since, allowing Flick to relish the variety.

She’d thou
ght that being intimate with Rushe was electrifying from the first second. But now they’d crossed another barrier, and he could be softer with her. He’d fuck her senseless, then kiss her and stroke her, and she’d felt treasured. But this was never going to last.

When Rushe walked away she’d be a dif
ferent person, and Flick feared that person would never be whole again.

At some
point, she’d managed to fall asleep, though Flick didn’t think it had been for long. He’d stopped the car and screwed her in a service stop restroom, at her request, which confused the hell out of him, but he complied.

Now that she
sensed the car slowing again, Flick blinked open her eyes and stretched her muscles, ready to see another motel or a deserted strip of road. When she realised what was actually in front of her she jerked bolt upright, and her hands sought out stability.

‘Rushe?’ she panted. ‘Rushe, what are we doing here? Rushe?’

But he didn’t answer her, he drove on right through the still opening iron gates.

‘Please
, Rushe,’ she whispered, but his stony expression remained ahead.

Then they broke through the line of trees
, and her hands compressed her gut until she grabbed for his arm, but he hauled it away.

‘I’m sorry. Turn around. Come on. Let’s get out of here. Rushe?’ she begged.

‘This is where you belong, Kitten.’

Rus
he took the car to a halt. Flick didn’t want to open her eyes to the mass of white concrete she knew loomed beyond the windshield. Swallowing away the bile that threatened her throat, she took her shaking chin up to see her hell – the Hughes family home.

‘Get out.’

‘What?’ she asked, cracking her neck with the speed at which her head turned.

‘You heard me.’ He didn’t look at her.

‘Rushe, look at me, Baby,’ she pleaded, and tried to reach for him, but he pulled away again.

‘Get out.’

‘No,’ she said, shaking her head. ‘No, I won’t go. You think you can make this easier? Look at me! Coward!’

‘Listen
, sweetheart,’ he snapped, letting those bullet eyes scorch her, but there was only disgust in them. ‘You were a good fuck, ok? But you’re home now; home with your prissy little suitors who’ll drown you in jewels, just to get your hands onto theirs. You go show your pretty boys all the lessons I taught you!’

‘I don’t believe a word of it,’ she said. ‘I know you.’

‘What?’ he snarled. ‘You think because I fucked your throat that you can see into my soul? You’re good at being easy, go open your legs for one of your wimp-ass rich boys. I’m bored of you.’

‘You’re going back
, aren’t you,’ she whispered. ‘You’re going back to them. This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? This was why you wouldn’t tell me.’

‘Yeah,’ he spat. ‘If I told you then you might have re
fused my cock for half a second; plenty of women back there who’ll take care of it now. Don’t worry your little head.’

‘What happened to bareback? What happened to my body belonging to you?’

‘Women love that shit,’ he said, raking his eyes over her, and Flick maintained her focus on him while he groped each of her breasts, but she wouldn’t pull away.

Shoving her breasts
together, Rushe kissed her cleavage, then bit her nipple through the fabric. When his eyes dragged back to hers, they crowed, presumably believing he’d have broken her, or convinced her of his cruel indifference. But Flick didn’t cry, she smiled.

‘Do you want me to take my clothes off?’ she asked
, and his swagger faltered. ‘You could do me right here.’ Flick leaned in close. ‘Right in daddy’s driveway. Would you like that? Bend me over the hood like you did night before last? Watch me strip off, slowly, or you want me just to hike up my skirt? Let all the staff watch you slide your dick into me really slow, into my slick, tight pussy?’

Watching his mouth Flick
salved her bottom lip, eager for the taste of him, and while she had him off-guard she kept going. ‘Or you want me to suck you off, get your dick deep into my throat, fuck my skull with your hand in my hair until you feed me your sweet spunk.’

Rushe got hold of her arms
, and held her body away from him, the look in his eyes was... horror, and she’d never seen that in him before.

‘You want to fuck me Rushe,’ she whispered. ‘I see it in the way you look at me. I’ve always seen it.’

‘What the fuck did I do to you?’ he murmured.

‘Only what I deserved... sir.’

Rushe turned his head to one side, and paused, then shook it. ‘No, Kitten, you’re getting out of this car now, and you’re going up those stairs, and into your father’s house. You’ll be taken care of in there. I’ll deal with Victor. You have nothing to fear anymore.’

‘Will you come back?’ she asked.

‘No.’

At least he was honest
, but somehow that wasn’t a consolation. ‘But you could. You could come and get me.’

‘For what?’ he asked. ‘I’m not gonna marry you, and I’m not
gonna please your family. Do yourself a favour... and don’t embarrass yourself.’

Another tear
skittered down her cheek, but Flick remained determined. ‘I know you feel something for me, Rushe. I know you do.’

‘You don’t know squat
, sweetheart. A guy like me... we don’t... feel.’

‘Yes, you do,’ she said. ‘You just can’t admit it to yourself because you think it makes you weak. That I make you weak.’

‘You’ve already fucked this whole job,’ he said. ‘If you’d been any other complication I’d have put a bullet between your eyes weeks ago. Get out of the car.’

‘No.’

‘Get out of the car and walk away, Flick. Don’t look back. Forget this whole horrible experience.’

A sniffle brought more tears from her lashes. ‘You’re the best thing I’ve ever had in my life.’

And on her half shrug a look of alarm and sorrow fled across his features. ‘Get out of the car, Kitten.’ She shook her head. His hand moved and Flick was sure he was going to caress her but he withdrew.

On a cu
rse, Rushe left the car. Flick didn’t know what he was doing until he ripped open her door and grabbed her arm.

‘No!’

Flick tried to resist him but it was useless. He took her tiny frame from the car and carried her kicking and screaming onto the front steps. Dropping her down Rushe tried to walk away but Flick grabbed hold of his wrist.

‘They’ll kill you!’ she screamed. ‘I will not let you go back there alone!’

Rushe lunged down and grabbing her chin he hauled her face up to within an inch of his. ‘I don’t need a whore like you to give me permission for anything.’

Through his gritted teeth
, his lips didn’t move, but he huffed every breath – this was a mask he knew how to don and maintain well after his years of practice.

‘Another thing, don’t believe everything a guy say
s to get into your cunt... and get yourself tested, god only knows what I gave you.’

When he threw her face away
, she could only cower, until cursing herself Flick lifted her head with hope... if he looked back... Rushe got in the car; put it in gear, and with a spray of stone chips he sped away, without a second of hesitation.

‘Felicity?’

The voice of her mother was the last thing she needed to hear. ‘Oh my goodness!’ her sister Lucia called out.

The thunder of footsteps coming down the stairs told
Flick that they had a troupe with them. But she watched the dust settle on the drive and craned in hope of hearing the engine return, but it didn’t.