Held ~ Chapter Five

"Held ~ Chapter Four" 

HELD ~ Chapter Five

A multitude of sensations drew Kara slowly from her dreams. She rubbed her cheek against the cool sheets and stretched. A soft sigh parted her lips as strong hands stroked the length of her back, massaging warm oil into her skin. The scent of jasmine and something a bit sweeter hung in the air. A low moan escaped her as thumbs dug deliciously into the muscle at the base of her spine, unhurriedly kneading the tension away. Ean murmured in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. Sleep still fogged her mind and it refused to grasp the words, but the husky tone was comforting. She struggled to open heavy lidded eyes and shifted against the bed, reveling in the heat building in her.

Ean moved his hands down over the curve of her ass, molding the pale, firm cheeks. A knowing smile quirked his lips as her hips rose off the bed in pleasure. Slowly continuing the massage, he let one thumb slip down to rub her clit. A soft mewl escaped her lips and her hips arched further. Easily snagging a pillow, he fit it under her. A gasp shuddered from her as he rubbed his knuckle enticingly across her clit. He took the opportunity to slide a finger down the cleft, lightly circling her puckered anus with the well-oiled digit. The instinctual rotation of her hips paused in fear at this new feeling, but resumed as he palmed her mound, pushing upward even as she pressed down in answer to his gently probing fingers.

Kara moaned, her fingers knotting the sheets as Ean worked her body like a fine instrument. Another pillow was placed under her, opening her further to him, lifting her hips lewdly. Shame suffused her as her body shamelessly responded to this man, still little more than a stranger to her. She closed her eyes as his fingers bit into her breasts, kneading them hard, skillfully plucking, pinching, and twisting her sensitive nipples until she cried out hoarsely. Her body jerked as the thick head of his cock rubbed over her wet swollen slit. Whimpering, she rocked back against it, feeling the bulbous head slip inside. The pressure was exquisite as he continued to finger fuck her ass with hard thrusts of the long digits. His fingers slipped out and a new pressure started to build as he slowly began to push his hard shaft into her snug ass. Fear made her tense up and she cried out in pain. Ean stopped and rubbed her lower back, his voice ragged but soothing in her ear.
 
Her breath coming in short pants, Kara shook her head, trying desperately to clear the all too vivid memories. Six years and she could still feel the cold metal of the tailgate as Bobby forced her over it. The sharp smell of gasoline and oil from the chain saws, splintered bark rough against her cheek as his ham hock fist knotted in her hair, holding her down as he fumbled to flip her dress up. Tears of humiliation and pain pooled with her own saliva on the dirty truck bed as he brutally sodomized her. It was Rae who found her sometime later, bridesmaid dress tattered and stained, arms curled around her knees, grubby face blank of expression behind the tracks of her tears. The dried blood on her thighs told the tale and Rae Rae spent her wedding night sitting in the ER holding her hand.
 
Body and mind jerked back to the present as Ean's slick thumb strummed her clit, making her body hum. Opening her eyes wide, she forced herself to concentrate on the luxurious surroundings. It was a far cry from that old Ford tailgate and Ean was not Bobby. For whatever reason, Ean saw something in her. Besides Rae, Kara couldn't think of anyone who had ever made her feel like she was "someone" or "something". She whimpered as he slowly pulled out of her. When she had hit rock bottom, Ean had offered salvation. He was willing to give her and Nick a fresh start, a chance at a life she had never dared even dream of. She hung her head in shame. The very least she could offer him was a warm and willing body. Kara opened her mouth to speak and nearly cried out in despair as she felt his weight shift, his heat pulling away from her as he left the bed.

Ean heard her indrawn breath and soft whimper of loss. He smiled to himself. Already she displayed a strong desire to please him. That alone, showed great promise for the future of their relationship.

"Please," she whispered, her voice breaking on her words. "Its OK. I can do it."

"That's my good girl. I know you can," he said in a soothing voice as he settled back on the bed.

She arched her back as he took a few moments just to fondle her firm cheeks, squeezing and molding them in his palms. She giggled in surprise, blushing as he playfully nipped one. His patience paid off, as she managed not to pull away as he parted her cleft again, and slowly rubbed cool lube over the puckered opening. Slipping his other hand under her hips, he let nimble fingers dance over her clit again, drawing a low moan. Carefully, he worked a generous amount of lube into her ass. It was important to gain her trust and show her how good it could be. This was a position the girl would be finding herself in often. It would be so much easier if she learned to enjoy it.       

Ean's eyes drifted shut, and his breath hissed between clenched teeth, as he slowly pushed into Kara's tight little ass. At her mewl of distress, he backed off slightly before moving forward again. Her slender body trembled under him, a fine sheen of sweat covering her pale skin. Long fingers slid tantalizingly over her wet slit, teasing her pleasure button as he began to rock into her. Her whimpers of pain quieted and he felt a moment of triumph when a sweet moan tumbled from her lips. Strumming her clit with the pad of his thumb made her start to rock back against him, searching for a climax to the heat building in her. Gripping her hip tight with his free hand, Ean started to thrust harder, low growls of pleasure rumbling in his chest.

Kara's mind whirled at the intense pressure and pleasure building in her body. She pushed back into Ean's hard thrusts with breathless cries, seeking a release she had only heard of. Ean's growls made her heart pound harder; the possessive, demanding grip of his hands making her feel wanted in a way she had never experienced. She was grateful for the pillows supporting her as his hand slipped from between her legs, grabbing her other hip for leverage. The tempo increased to a brutal crescendo, her screams of pleasure/pain mingling with his spine tingling roar until he slumped over her, driving her weary but still thrumming body to the bed.
 
Sanity slowly returned to Ean's satiated mind and he rocked his hips slightly, his softening cock still buried in her tight tunnel. She moaned, hips trying to rise off the brace of pillows in response. He rose up a bit, taking his weight from her back and pressing his pelvis tighter, drawing a gasp and more wiggles. His hand slipped under her, tweaking sensitive nipples until she bucked back against him. Knowing her swollen clit was rubbing against the silk pillowcases, he kept at it until she was pistoning desperately between his hardening cock and the twisting pressure on her nipples. Ean watched her with a growing sense of feral proprietorship. She was exquisite, her head thrown back, eyes closed, face twisted in pleasure, perfect lips parted. She was his. Panting cries filled the room as she fucked herself. Pinching her nipples tighter, he snapped his hips forward sharply to meet her lunges, his own desire building. Her spine bowed, her mouth opening in a strangled scream as her ass tightened painfully around him in orgasmic bliss. Rolling her nipples and driving hard and deep, he joined her in release, prolonging the moment for both as long as possible. 

Slipping from her sated body carefully, he collapsed beside her and gathered her shaking form into the safe circle of his arms. Ean rubbed slow circles at the base of her spine as she cried silently into his chest. Not bothering with platitudes, he just held her, letting her jumbled emotions run their course as he analyzed his own. Never had a woman aroused him to both the physical and emotional heights Kara did. The emotions were a new twist for him...one he was not sure how to deal with. A man of intense carnal cravings, Ean had found pleasure in numerous women over the years. For many, he had been their first experience in one thing or another. The care and patience he had exhibited with Kara was unparalleled.


   
Warmed by the spray of the shower and Ean's strong arms, Kara let her mind float. He hadn't questioned her tears but, rather, held her until they had eased, then carried her to the shower. Never had she imagined something that had always been raw and degrading could bring such pleasure. Assuredly there had been pain... but it had been bearable when coupled with a little compassion. Ean had been patient with her, his words encouraging instead of demeaning. A shy smile curved her lips and a little shiver of pleasure worked down her spine as that voice broke into her thoughts.

"That's my good girl," he murmured huskily, as her small hands tentatively swirled soapsuds across his broad chest and down the hard ridges of his abdomen. Kara didn't know why, but she knew right then that she would never lose the joy those words inspired, and that there was little she wouldn't do to hear them again.



Kara turned slowly, chewing her thumbnail in indecision. She gasped as she turned into Ean's chest. He chuckled.

"Why so lost, little one?"

"I..." She hesitated, blushing as she gestured helplessly at her towel clad body. Her blush deepened as his hands came to rest on her hips and he tugged her close, his voice a commanding yet seductive rumble.

"There will be no clothing when we are alone, Kara."

She held her breath as the towel was slowly stripped away.

"Mommy?"

Both froze for a long moment, the tension between them a palpable thing. Nick's voice was joined by a soft admonishing female tone and Ean grinned boyishly down into Kara's wide eyes. He held up a finger for her to give him but a moment and disappeared into the walk in closet. He returned a second later and dropped a men's, button-up, black, silk pajama top over her head. Kara giggled as the material slithered over her petite curves to fall past mid-thigh. Ean winked at her.

"Rosie. Send the boy in." 

Nick peeked uncertainly into the room, but his face lit up the moment he spotted his mother. He ran and leapt into her arms. Kara's laughter was pure delight as she caught the rambunctious five year old and let his momentum take them down to the bed. Ean watched in almost envy as mother and son wrestled playfully on the huge bed, tickling and giggling. Flushed, Kara sat up pulling down the shirts hem as she knelt in the center of the bed listening in rapt attention as her son told her all about the swimming pool IN THE HOUSE!

"What are you wearing, big guy?" she asked, standing him up on the bed before her to grin at the obnoxious tropical print shorts cinched around his tiny waist and hanging to his bony shins. She laughed again as he wiggled from her grip and did a triumphant little dance in front of her.

"Unfortunately, Rosie had to improvise a bit for swim wear. We will go shopping tomorrow," Ean interjected smoothly.

"He has shorts..." Kara started, but fell silent at Ean's firm headshake.

"We will talk about it later, Kara."

"Yes sir," she said automatically and was rewarded by an approving nod.  She puzzled over his words as she listened to her son's exuberant chatter but stayed silent on the subject.

"Bed time, Nicholas," Ean said at last. The boy flopped dramatically on the bed, a protest on his lips. A mere raised eyebrow from Ean effectively forestalled Nick's objections.

"Yes sir." 

Kara was surprised at her son's response; bedtime was rarely met without argument, but he clambered good-naturedly off the bed and headed for the door.

"Say good night to Ean, Nick," she reminded gently as Annabelle moved stiffly into the room, stopping a couple paces away.

"Good night, sir," he said. Then shocking them all he climbed into Ean's lap, wrapping his arms around him. "Thank you."

There was dead silence for several tense seconds as everyone held their breath to see how Ean would respond...Ean included. Outside of a sexual embrace, he couldn't remember anyone ever hugging him. His arms went around the boy slowly, his normally fluid movements awkward and unsure. Holding Nick close, he breathed in the scent of shampoo, chlorine, warm, wiggly five year old and something else...something that reminded him of Kara, faint and fresh...the smell of innocence. 

"What are you thanking me for, little man?" he asked curiously, setting the child back slightly from him. 

"For letting me swim in your pool and for the good spaghetti." 

"You are welcome," Ean said softly as Nick slipped off his lap and headed for the door with his mother in tow.

Kara looked back over her shoulder with a shy smile as Nick tugged on her hand, eager to show off his new bedroom. Ean nodded reassuringly.

"Get him settled and hurry back."

"Held ~ Chapter Six"