Deep Desires Pt 06 Bryn

Content warning: this story has themes of non consent and being forced.

It had been four days since she had pushed Jake away and it was eating her up. Bryn knew he hadn't bought her story completely but she had said other things that had hurt him so she understood the silence. There had been no texts from him, no calls. It was a clean break. She had asked him to leave and then he did, no turning back. She missed Jake more and more with each day that passed and she was ready to apologise for all of it. Having not heard a peep from Reid either had provided the space for some perspective and she was less afraid that he had threatened Jake. She had fallen for his bluff and blown up her relationship as soon as Reid had said boo. She had been hasty and Bryn wanted desperately to work things out somehow. She'd already started drafting what she would say to Jake to undo it all-She was ready to grovel.

Bryn sat in her apartment in the living room where all she could think about was Jake. The evenings they had spent together where he had made her laugh, taught her self defence, where they had played, eaten meals, kissed, had their first argument, and had sex.

She thought about his jawline. The pane of his taut cheek peppered with stubble and the angle of his perfect face leading up from his chin and squaring off beneath his ear.

She thought about his hands. Broad knuckles and wide palms. His hands were always warm now that she thought about it. She considered the strength of them, every small muscle worked and worked over years of labour and training. She felt safe in those strong hands and missed the scratch of his calloused palms on her skin.

She thought about his eyes. Brown but only if you didn't look closely enough. Brown to everyone but with a ring and flecks of green to those he let close enough to see. Serious eyes. Hooded eyes, shaded by a low brow line all too often set in a frown. Aware eyes that noticed too much, saw everything and remembered. Intense eyes that laid everything bare about her but gave away none of his own secrets. Warm eyes that she missed. A lot.

She was restless, she needed to do something to clear her head. Bryn went to her room to change into her running gear. She grabbed her sneakers on the way out and her phone and keys. Putting her earbuds in she leapt from the steps and hit the foot path at a run. Running had always been her sanctuary. She pumped her body, focused on her breathing and let her muscles carry her down the street and around the corner. The tension gradually left her shoulders. Her breathing steadied, her strides lengthened and she found her rhythm. The sun was setting and dusk brought a cool breeze to the overcast but warm day.

She ran.

Her thoughts slowed to single topics and she allowed them to flow through her mind, going through all that had happened, all she was worried about, all the parts she feared and wanted to hold onto. Her body moved and as it did, each thought felt less threatening, less overwhelming, and somehow less daunting. Eventually, as she ran further, she couldn't focus on her problems anymore. Her mind went to the music in her ears, her surroundings, her straining body and the beat of her feet on the concrete. Everything became about her breath, inhale for two strides, exhale for two strides. The simple effort of breathing and moving quieted everything for her and she found her peace.

Her route was a large loop through her suburb along streets that interconnected and brought her back around to her apartment from the other direction. By the time she entered her street again it was dark. The moon had not risen but the shadows were gone and her way was lit with a fading blue light. She removed her earbuds and walked the stretch of her street to cool down. She could hear the cicadas singing all around her, their cacophony pressed on her and she smiled. The burning in her muscles felt good and she was slick with sweat. Bats chirruped and squawked feasting in the fig trees above and the air smelt like a storm was approaching. She loved summer rains. The fat drops were always a relief from the oppressive Australian heat and settled the dust and humidity of the day. Her mind was clear and she thought of nothing but herself, her breath, her limbs humming with circulation from her run and the water she would drink once she got home.

It was around 8pm and she had showered and dressed in a short satin nighty the colour of green jade. She was making dinner and was planning on turning in early. Standing in the kitchen waiting for the chicken to cook, Bryn read over her text to Jake for the third time.

I'm so sorry. I regret ever saying any of it. Please, can I see you?

She physically ached from missing him, all she could think about was having him back, hearing him laugh, smelling him, feeling his hands on her body, listening to the tone of his voice, and the feel of him on her. She pressed send.

The chicken, leek and mushrooms were ready and she plated up. As she grabbed her cutlery from the drawer her phone pinged and she lunged for it, almost slipping the chicken thigh right off her plate.

What's going on with you? The truth, no bullshit.

Bryn exhaled and bit her lip. Fuck. She would have to tell him about Reid's texts, and maybe when he found her at uni. She could tell him that part without divulging the other details of her relationship.

I've been receiving messages from Reid. He's been watching me and he knows about us. He threatened to hurt you if I didn't break things off. Honestly, I've been really afraid Jake. I'm not sure what Reid is capable of exactly but he scares me. He's a bad guy, I don't want anything to do with him but he won't leave me alone.

He attacked me at uni. He told me he would hurt you somehow if I didn't break things off. I should have spoken to you about it but I was scared so I did what he told me to. I'm sorry.

After sending the text Bryn felt much lighter. She heard the deep rumblings of thunder broiling in the sky and then the patter of fat heavy raindrops hitting the windows. The tightness in her chest eased a little and she became excited to be seeing Jake again- if he accepted her apology, that is.

She typed another message to Jake. Another truth for him.

I still want to be yours, I always have.

Bryn smiled, her head filled with thoughts of Jake as she ate her dinner and washed up. She'd just sat down on the couch to watch something when she heard a knock on her door. Her first impulse was that Jake had read her texts and instead of replying, he had simply come. She opened the door wide, excitement rising through her whole body. But it was Reid standing on the threshold and as soon as he could he pushed his way in and shut the door behind him.

She backed away from him slowly. "What are you doing here, Reid?"

"Is that the welcome I get?" He spread his arms wide and matched her steps, moving towards her as she backed away from him. He cocked his head to the side and she was struck by how predatory he seemed. She felt like a vulnerable gazelle, or some such prey, being stalked by a hyena and the prickle of goodebumps crept over her arms.

He lunged and suddenly he was all around her, his face right up against hers, his stubble rough on her cheek. His hands found her body, grabbing her waist and hip and squeezing hard. The thin soft material of her nighty was a joke of a barrier. She could feel his hands in every ridge and dip of her body. He was too close and holding her too tightly. His mouth sucked and kissed her neck and mouth, his hands groped and pulled on her breast and ass. She couldn't catch her breath. She tried to bring her arms up between them and push him away but she only managed a short distance, his hands still gripped her tightly but at least his mouth was no longer mauling her. He gave her an insidious smile and the hair stood up on her neck as she registered her situation: Reid was in her apartment at night, and they were alone together.

"It's good to be home." His voice was oil. His smile sickened her. "I'm so glad you came to your senses and realised your place is with me. You've been quite the rebel these last weeks."

Reid leant in and kissed and licked her mouth. She recoiled, trying to push harder against his chest but he was immovable.

"Get off me. Go away!"

Reid pulled back to look at her, still gripping her tightly by the hips. "What? That guy has not been around all week. I know you did what you were told and ended things, so now we can be together again." Reid scrunched her nighty in his fist, raising the hem up over her ass cheek. His hand moved down over her rump to creep in between her legs and touch her. His fingertips grazed the lips of her pussy and Bryn reacted on instinct- her palm snapped out to collide with Reid's face, his nose bending under the force of the heel of her hand.

Reid immediately let her go, screaming in shock and pain, his hands cupping his nose.

"What the fuck!"

His bellow was at her back though as Bryn had run the moment he released her. She scurried for bedroom but before she could close the door and lock it, Reid was there, his foot over the threshold keeping it open. She stared at him through the gap in the door trembling and frightened. She had been so close. His nose was not broken but it looked red and his eyes had watered. The expression on his face made her stomach flip and she regretted hitting him. He was furious. She had hurt him but not enough to stop him. All she had succeeded in doing was making him angry and vengeful. Fresh fear overwhelmed her and she began to panic, worried what he would now do to her. She tried but he easily pushed the door open and she backed away quickly palms raised expecting to be hit back.

He roughly grabbed her shoulders and flung her onto the bed. She screamed as he climbed on top of her. His face was scowling and his teeth were bared. She struggled under his weight trying desperately to dislodge him but Reid grabbed the straps of her nighty, pushing them off her shoulders. She felt one tug and snap and the flimsy fabric lost its one and only support. Her thrashing movements shifted the garment beneath and around her body and she felt her breast slip free, exposed to air. Reid began to laugh, his sudden changes in mood unnerving her further.

"Still rebelling then. Just wait until I remind you what you've been missing. I know what you like, you little dirty slut." With his weight on her legs and hips, she couldnt move. His hand casually trailed across her collarbone and down to the swell of her breast. His fingertips met her nipple and he circled the peak, watching it harden under his light, tickling touch.

"This is all just foreplay to you isn't it? Are you wet for me already, Bryn?" His tongue licked her nipple and then his mouth was on her breast. She cried out and whimpered.

He was delusional. She tried to calm down, to quell the dread and fear flooding her entire body, and thought to reason with him.

"Reid please, I'm not playing with you. I dont want to do this. Please don't make me do this." Her voice broke at the end, bottom lip quivering.

"Oh you're going to love it just wait. I know exactly how you like it." With that he got off her, pulled her up and manoeuvred her over his knee, dragging the hem of her nighty up onto her lower back. He yanked her underwear down to her knees and gently rubbed her upturned ass.

"You've been naughty Bryn, you must have known this was coming. Did you think about what I would do to you when I came back?" His voice was low, intense and mocking. He smacked her hard on the ass and she shrieked in pain.

"Did you enjoy fucking around on me?" He screamed the question with genuine anger and smacked her again. The force of his blows were incredibly hard. This was no sexual game or foreplay, her skin stung and burned where Reid's hand fell and her indignity at being spanked was quickly forgotten, the pain he was inflicting eclipsing all else.

His voice returned to a low timbre, "You were such a good little girl when I left, sitting at home waiting for me to take you back. You looked so sad and lonely. I knew you had learned your lesson and it was almost time to put you out of your misery by coming home." His hand caressed the red raw flesh as he spoke. "But then you just couldn't help yourself!" The hand drew back and smacked her hard four times and in quick succession on the same cheek and Bryn screamed, struggling to try to escape the beating. As her body writhed over his lap she could feel the hardness of him beneath her and she stilled, cringing at the thought of arousing him.

"Your hungry little pussy just had to betray us and go find some dick, didn't it? Even though all it ever needed to do was to just wait and accept its punishment a little longer and it would have gotten exactly what it needed." Smack. Smack.

He hit her over and over and tears were streaming down Bryn's face now, her ass was on fire and she knew she couldn't bear to take much more.

"Isn't that right you little whore?"

When she didn't answer he spanked her hard again on the hot red welt blooming over her ass. She would say anything to stop the brutal spanking.

"Yes!" Bryn cried, desperate for him to stop. "I'm sorry Reid. I'm so sorry. Please! Please, forgive me!" Her chest felt as though it caved in as the words came out. The weeks of being away from Reid had brought her so much happiness but here she was, back in his clutches again.

As she broke, he caressed her ass. "There's my good girl. It's okay, you're just weak." His voice had gone soft and deep, "I wasn't here to give you what you needed." His hand slowly trailed over her cheeks and down between her thighs, stopping at her pussy. Bryn squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip to quiet her gasp. Fresh tears rolled down her face. Reid was clearly never going to let her go. What would he do to her if she kept fighting him? His fingers parted her lips and pushed inside her sex. She grimaced at the unwelcome invasion and could not stop a sob from escaping her lips. He shoved in another finger, forcing three inside and stretching her uncomfortably, then started pumping roughly. She cried out once but though it hurt, it was not as painful as the spanking, so she took steadying breaths to calm herself and remained still. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter and sucked on her bottom lip to stifle her cries.

"There you go, that's it baby." He whispered.

Bryn thought of Jake. She wished he was here. She wished she was with him right now instead of with Reid. Bryn recalled his smell, the sound of his voice; his warm hazel green eyes. She thought about how safe she felt with him, how protected and cared for. Her quiet convulsive sobs calmed further and her head cleared a little. Reid was still fingering her and his dick had grown rock hard underneath her body. If she could escape his grip maybe she could make a run for the front door? Fear welled in her chest at the thought of failure but she would try again.

Suddenly, Reid pulled his hand from between her legs and tossed her off of his lap onto her front on the bed. She tried to stand up and he shoved her back down onto her stomach and ripped her panties all the way off. With her chest and stomach pressed into the mattress he clawed at her hips, dragging her to the edge of the mattress while he positioned himself between her thighs. Her nighty dragged over her ass and bunched around her waist and her pussy was spread open for him. She couldn't move her legs or close them and she whimpered at what was coming.

"That's it baby. That's my girl." The sound of his voice made her shiver. It was the wrong voice, the wrong hands, the wrong masculine smell. Then he was at her entrance, pushing into her core. She cried out, her entire being protesting. She hated it. She hated him. She couldn't bear this. To be in this position now, to have him touch her, kiss her, think he had a right to fuck her, made her angry. She felt him push deeper inside her and heard him grunt and sigh in pleasure. His weight shifted on the bed as he crawled up her back and when the heat of his breath passed between her shoulder blades she tensed with all the force she could muster and threw back her head to hit him in the face. She felt the soft crunch of his nose against her scull and Reid cried out in rage and pain but Bryn did not halt her attack. She threw her elbows back wildly into his head and face and he leapt off her to avoid the blows. It had worked, just like Jake had taught her. Adrenaline spiked in her system and she scrambled to get off the bed. She was out of her room and running to the front door of her apartment. Her hand was on the handle and she pushed it down and heard the door unlatch. Just as she was about to pull it wide open, she felt a large hand grab her by the hair, rip her away and pull her back towards the bedroom. Bryn screamed and shouted at her front door, "Help!" She prayed someone heard her panicked shouting and came. Reid's grip on her hair was tight and her scalp hurt. He roughly dragged her right back to her room by her hair, pulling her head back so her jugular was exposed. She arched back to try to loosen the hold on her hair and twisted to look at Reid. He was scowling, his top lip was swollen and shiny and there was blood on his front teeth. So she had missed his nose and head butted his mouth. Reid's was not looking at her, his gaze was on the bedroom and he simply held her by the hair leaving her no choice but to stumble after him.

Once back in her bedroom, Bryn cried and whimpered with defeat. She had tried and failed. Twice. Once again Reid threw her onto her stomach on the bed. She panted with panic. Reid grabbed at her, the grip of his fingers hurt. He pulled on her legs and in short order she was completely exposed once more. She felt the mattress move beneath her, his body climbing up and over her form. He shoved his cock deep inside her pussy and began mercilessly fucking her immediately. Bryn screamed at the sudden feeling of him so deep inside her. Without time to adjust to him, the savage thrusts hurt and her whole body tensed up.

"You fucking bitch!" He pumped into her hard, enraged by her attack and attempted escape. "You little fucking bitch! You fucking like that? Huh? Take it you little whore!"

Reid's hand went to the back of her head, fisting her hair and pressing her down into the mattress. His thrusts were fast and deep and she cried out in pain, mouth wide and eyes tightly shut. She tried to make herself go numb in an attempt to shut out what he was doing and saying to her but she couldn't stop herself from crying. She shrieked and gasped at the force of his fucking.

The quilt beneath her soaked up her running tears. Reid ravaged her body, his hand still holding her head down, shoving her into the bed. His thrusts were wild and rough as he pumped into her over and over grunting and growling.

This wasn't right, she wasn't his. She belonged to Jake.

"Reid, no..stop." Her voice was weak through her sobs. His weight was immovable on her back and she was easily held down.

She felt his upper body rise up, his hips pushed into her further at the new angle, and he let out a deep moan. "Fuck, yeah. Ugh, I've missed this." His voice was a growl, his eyes closed, he was lost in fucking her.

"Fuuuuck, ughhh! That's it, Bryn." His hand came down hard on her ass. She screamed as he slapped her oversensitive flesh.

"Take it, you little bitch."

His words washed over her as she cried face down on the bed cover. She had no fight left in her, all she could do was sob and let out weak sounds of protest. He did not acknowledge her sobs or her faint pleas of "no" and "stop", he did not care.

Suddenly, she felt Reid's weight lifted off her and heard a loud collision with the wall behind her as though someone had launched a body at it. She looked over her shoulder and saw Jake dragging Reid out of the bedroom into her living room. Bryn crawled to the furthest corner of the bed and curled in on herself, tucking her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She could hear a fight going on in her living room. Grunts, growls, the thud and smack of fists meeting flesh. There was a loud crash of furniture being overturned then the sound of something else falling to the ground. The din continued and she moved from the bed towards the doorframe, worried for Jake. From her door she could see the two men in the centre of her dishevelled home. They seemed far too large for the small space as they collided with each other. Bryn's fear turned out to be unfounded as she watched Jake pummelling Reid. Whatever fight there had been she had missed it and what she was witnessing now was very much the end of a brutal beating. Reid was holding Jake's shoulder for support, his other arm raised to defend himself against Jake's powerful blows. Blood was running from Reid's nose and eyebrow and he looked dazed, mouth agape, and body loose. Jake was stone cold composure and predatory intent, fixated on the man before him with a determination in his eyes that made Bryn think he might not stop until Reid was dead. Concerned, she made her way into the room and then ran to Jake.