Hi everyone! I just wanted to thank you for your encouragement on my last update. I will be doing my best to keep posting stories as often as I can, but my posting will be sporadic and unpredictable until I am cancer-free. Yeah - I know - it sucks. Theoretically, as you read this post I am in one of the best cancer hospitals in the country starting treatment. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll "see" you again soon.
This story contains true accounts of sexsomnia and sexual abuse.
This story is not like the other things I've shared so far. This story has no fantasy elements and probably falls in the "dark stalker romance" category of things. It's a gritty story and as such, has a lot of elements that some people may find triggering. BDSM, non-con, con non-con, violence, murder, kidnapping, submission, domination, alcohol, smoking, revenge porn, spanking, captivity, no safe words, suicide, sexsomnia, disability, eating disorders, Iraq war, tampering with birth control, and abuse are all part of this story. And again, there are no werewolves or faeries in this one - but you will see a lot of common themes across the stories I've shared so far, and this one. Stay sexy and don't get murdered - Ava
EIGHTEEN - Leo
"De oppresso liber - to free the oppressed." - 10th Special Forces Group Motto
For the next couple of days Talia's like Sleeping Beauty, which is fine, I suppose. I have to really move it to get the load to Southern California on time, and the whole time it seems that Kane is in my ear, bitching about all of his problems. Finally, just as I finish dropping the load, he has something for me to act on.
"I need you to pick up a load and come back," he tells me. "Even if it's an empty trailer, anything that will bring you back to Oregon."
I hesitate. Bringing an empty trailer that far doesn't make sense financially. "You're dreaming if you think I'm going to find something like that," I tell him. "I'll look for an Oregon load, but it might take me some time--"
"I don't have time. Come back bobtail, if you have to."
Bobtail would mean nothing at all on the back of the truck, and I balk at the suggestion. "Why are you in such a hurry?"
"I just am. Let me know when you're on your way."
I don't like it at all, but it's clear he won't tell me more. Inside the truck I call my broker and get a load that doesn't pay enough, but sometimes that's how it goes when you need to get from point A to point B. Hopefully, whatever Kane has for me will make up the difference. I just hope I can get Talia to stay home while I do what I assume will be a quick job for Kane.
It must be a rush job, anyway,
I tell myself.
I pick up the load, check on Talia, then get right back onto the freeway and head north. For the first time since she's been in the truck, it's lonely.
Is this what chronic fatigue is like? No wonder they discharge those guys,
I think as I check on her and find her still asleep.
At some point she has to get up,
I think,
she has to want to eat something.
But she declines until I bring soup back from the truck stop, force her into a sitting position, and start trying to spoon-feed her myself.
"I can do it," she argues with me, finally taking the soup and drinking it. "I'm sorry," she mumbles, "I don't know why I'm so tired."
Probably from running around in the woods like an idiot,
I think, but don't say.
It could be something else,
I also think, but don't say that, either. Her eyes are the same dull, lifeless blue they've been for a few days now, the mischievous sparkle that used to be ever-present is gone. Still, she finishes her soup, then makes her way into my lap and kisses me, sweet and tender kisses at first that gradually build into something more.
"Are you sure you feel up to this?" I ask, getting me a nasty little growl of frustration in response. "I'm just worried about you--"
"Don't remind me that I'm sick," she snaps, then pulls my shirt over my head. I shouldn't be sex-starved after the last few weeks of near-constant fucking and just two days without, but somehow I'm a wreck. I don't even bother tying her up or getting her on her back, how I normally like it. I fumble myself out of my BDUs, then pull her down onto my cock and start thrusting upwards. She tries to meet my thrusts but can't keep up, and I don't want that anyway. I lock my arms around her, crush her against my chest, and fuck her as hard as I can while she bites my shoulder.
She groans something in my ear, but I don't even know what language it is and I don't really care. I'm too close to stop let alone carry on a conversation and I finally pick her up and slam her down onto the mattress, coming just as I feel her orgasm start. My last few choppy strokes keep her going as long as possible, but I'm a mess - shaking, sweating, crying out with each of my own movements and each pulse of her tight pussy. I can only keep going for so long and then I have to stop, but she won't let go.
"Talia," I pant and try to pull away, but she clenches me again, then locks her feet together at the small of my back. I can see the sparkle is back, a mischievous and wicked smile plastered across her face to match it. "Are you proud of yourself?" I tease, but she nods enthusiastically and clenches me again, just about bringing me down onto her chest. "What do I have to do? Cry uncle?"
She frowns. "Don't say 'uncle' during sex--"
"Uncle, uncle, uncle!"
Finally, she lets me go, and with an embarrassing strangled cry I pull myself out and collapse onto the bed. "Too long since the last time," I pant, still trying to catch my breath until her little hand snakes up my chest, one soft finger running rings around my nipples until I squirm away. "Why?!"
"I missed you."
"I've been here the whole time," I tell her, wrestling her against my chest with her back to me so she can't tease me anymore. For a while she nudges my cock with her ass, but finally gives up and lets us both drift off together.
The next afternoon the shit finally hits the fan. I knew it was coming, I could feel it. Almost the instant I'm free of my last delivery and back at the truck stop I started from in Oregon, my phone starts ringing.
"Kane," I greet. My voice gives away my uncertainty. I'm not sure why he's been in such a hurry for me to get back, or what I'm going to do with Talia while he assigns me a task.
He doesn't keep me in suspense for long. "I need you to bring her in."
I pause. "Bring who in?"
"Talia."
I rip the phone from my ear and look at the caller ID again. I know he's not telling me to black-bag my own girlfriend. "You want to hang out or something?" I ask and get an annoyed chuckle in response.
"No, I need to ask her some questions."