Don't Wake Jude

A hand sliding between her thighs froze Zena where she stood. The fingers that forced their way in caught her most sensitive place with practiced ease, and the rough friction against her clit shook her breath until her lips parted.

For three years no one had touched her there. No—in her memory she had never permitted anyone that part of her, and now it was being ravaged at his whim. Her mind found the sensation foreign, but her body welcomed it. A sharp pleasure gathered low in her belly, and a helpless sound slipped out of her.

Sprawled defenseless, enduring what Dane gave her, she jolted and thrashed when something foreign pressed into the cleft.

"Wait—not there—aah—!"

The protest died against the large hand clamped over her mouth. Tracing the folds around the entrance that had swallowed his middle finger, Dane laughed.

"Shh. You'll wake Jude."

"Mm—mph."

"Make that much noise and I'll have no choice but to keep your mouth covered."

Threat or question, she couldn't tell. Zena shook her head. The hand sealing her lips fell away, and a ragged breath and a moan escaped together.

"Then just do it. Don't touch me."

"Stay still. You'll thank me later."

Dane worked busily inside her, licking the pale curve of her shoulder and the ridge of her shoulder blade. Cheek pressed to the cold countertop, Zena panted and endured the sensation of being opened below.

"Dripping like this—how the hell did you hold out all this time?"

"…"

"Out in the sticks, it can't have been easy finding a man who could satisfy you. Am I right?"

He bit at her nape and the shell of her ear, voice laced with mockery. Heat flared across her face at the insult, and Zena struck back.

"Nn—and what exactly are you basing that on?"

"…"

"Hard to find and impossible aren't the same thing."

"Oh? Is that so?"

A low snort settled against her earlobe. The thrusting inside her grew rougher.

Pinned beneath that overbearing strength, she was stirred without mercy. Zena clenched her aching lower belly and flailed. She wanted to provoke him, to resist—and the way her body answered his hands only bewildered her more.

"Ah—aah!"

Her earlobe was bitten; the tip of his tongue toyed with her nape. Pain and a ticklish pleasure at once lifted her past anything she could name.

She wanted to pretend she felt nothing. She wanted to hand this man—so certain he could play with her as he pleased—a taste of humiliation, but the sensations he gave her were emptying her head.

Below, where his fingers disappeared, a wet, sticky sound rose. Zena flushed to the cheek and let out a shallow breath.

I have to endure this. If I look ridiculous, I'll only keep being led around by him. I'm only using him—to drag a life that left its path back onto it.

"This lewd body hasn't changed a bit."

Dane pressed his lips to the line of her neck and whispered.

"Finish quickly. I'm tired."

Zena bit the moan down, clenched her teeth, and snapped.

Baring her lower half and lying prone before a man who bore her no goodwill was humiliating. Apart from the shame, resentment rose at her own body for feeling pleasure anyway.

"If that's what you want."

Dane spoke as if it didn't matter and drew out fingers strung with thick arousal. A click—the sound of a belt coming undone behind her—and fear and excitement rose together.

Caught in the tension, Zena turned her head a fraction.

…!

Even seeing it with her own eyes, she couldn't believe it, and clapped a hand over her mouth. Dane had his trousers halfway down and had drawn a fully erect penis from his briefs, stroking its length in his hand. Impossible. Something like that…!

"No. It's too big…"

"Look at it like you're glad to see it and it'll only get bigger."

The bloodless terror on her face boiled his sadistic excitement.

"N-no, wait. I really don't think I can—"

"No need to play weak. This body's already been fitted to me more times than I can count."

Shh. Dane breathed against her shoulder and nape, savoring her scent. The way she seemed thoroughly frightened only spurred him on.

"Then…"

"…"

"The promise. That you'd answer my question. Keep it."

A thin, unsteady voice slipped through lips she had pressed shut. When the man's sex, swollen until the veins stood out, brushed her vulva, she thought her mind would simply leave her.

"Focus."

Dane wrapped an arm around the slender waist of the woman breathing in tense, trembling pulls. The broad, thick head parted her labia, and Zena squeezed her eyes shut.

"Nn—nngh…!"

Pinned beneath him, a stifled moan broke from her as she took him. A body that had not received a man once in three years seemed to have reached its limit. The pressure of being split and filled—the far end of her inner walls crushed—was more than she could bear.

"Ah—ahh!"

"Doesn't look like you've had much use. Still tight as anything."

Dane held his jaw rigid and feigned indifference. The narrow opening clamping hard around him burned away what little reason he had left.

When they first met she had been like a bud just beginning to open; the woman now invaded in his grip was a flower in full bloom. To think a woman who had borne a child could grip this well. The red inner flesh clinging like a sucker, drawn out and pushed back in, was obscenely maddening.

"Still a body that hungers for men. You're biting down like you mean to snap it off."

"Nn—why would you say that…"

Watching Zena scratch helplessly at the countertop with her nails, Dane smiled, thin and cold.

"You know where you like it best?"

He seized her hips and drove his waist forward. Buttock met pubic bone hard, and her body slid. Then as now, Zena's lower body was narrow as a virgin's and answered as lewdly as a wanton's. The tight opening clenched him, sucked greedily, and drove reason out of him.

"Here."

"Ha—ahh! Don't—"

Zena spilled a desperate moan, and her thighs shook. Dane paid no mind. When the huge foreign pressure slammed in again, she ground her teeth.

The force spreading her inner walls was so strong her lower half went numb, and her breath caught. With every drive of his hips a strange pleasure bloomed in her belly.

"Anything coming back to you?"

The low voice lifted her as if she'd been drugged. His part splitting her below and the breath buried at her nape set every nerve in her body rioting. No resolve, however firm, could shut this sensation out.

"You're pouring. You love this, don't you?"

Dane looked down at the slick strung long from the root of his penis and laughed.

Blood rushed scarlet into her face; her limbs shook without sense. The feeling of taking him in a dream could not be compared to this.

This man knew her body far too well. Pleasure drove down along her inner walls without cease, and she trembled. She could find no composure left. The thought that she had to keep quiet had long since left her head.

Overwhelmed, she let wanton cries slip and rocked her hips.

Dane caught himself unconsciously dipping his head to kiss her and shook the impulse off at once. His eyes went cold. Insane. He gathered his anger and honed the heart that had been going dull.

A man who didn't rut for a body this lewd couldn't call himself a man. This was nothing more than mating driven by biological instinct. Feeling an excitement as fierce as the anger boiling in him, Dane worked his hips hard.

"Ah—aah, nn, there…"

Zena was being eaten by pleasure surging like a storm, dragged toward the peak, when from a distance came Jude's tearful cry.

"Mommy…? Mommy~!"

Her half-closed eyes flew open.

"Mommy! Waaah!"

Jude, awake, was crying for her.

Haah. Haah. Still unable to govern her breath, Zena turned her head and met Dane's eyes. Caught in an awkward bind on the rising curve, he ground a curse between his teeth. Damn it.

"Let me go. Jude's looking for me."

She said it looking into Dane's eyes, which burned as if on fire.

The embarrassment lasted only a moment. The child's crying, growing louder, snapped her reason back in an instant. Hearing him call for her, she could think of nothing but going to him.

"Hurry."

Only after she urged him in a firm voice did the weight pinning her lift. As the thick, long sex withdrew, she felt what had been spread wide close again, slowly enough to be uncomfortable.

As if she had never lain moaning beneath him, Zena yanked her underwear up and straightened her clothes. Leaving Dane where he was, she headed for Jude's room.

"Mommy~!"

In the dark, Jude sat on the bed crying and threw his arms around her.

"Shh, it's all right. Mommy's here."

Zena held him, soothed him, laid him down, and stroked the small curve of his back. Her sex, which had taken a man of merciless size only moments ago, still throbbed.

Looking at Jude's lovely face, the fact that she had been doing something too shameful to speak of with this child's father rang loud in her head. It was only a bargain to recover her memories. Taking the penis of a man hostile to her and spilling wanton moans—she felt ashamed of herself. Was she even allowed to do this? The question with no answer spun through her mind again.

With a complicated expression she patted Jude and repeated it over and over.

"Shh. It's all right. Everything's all right."

Perhaps it was hypnosis she was casting on herself.

Sleep clung quickly to the child's eyelids. When his breathing settled into a steady rhythm, quiet fell. He buried his face against Zena's chest, snuffling, and sank into sleep.

What do I do. Feeling her underwear damp, Zena bit her lip.

They had stopped in the middle of sex; Dane Hunter might refuse to answer her question. But how many people would ignore a child's crying and keep moving their hips? This wasn't her fault. Tomorrow, if nothing else, she had to talk to him properly and get an answer to at least one question.

Lying beside the child, lost in thought, she sensed the door opening without a sound. Zena opened her eyes a slit, unmoving, and looked toward it. The shadow in the dark was huge.

Dane?

The heart that had only just calmed began to pound in a mess. What do I do. She couldn't decide whether to pretend to sleep or get up. Step by step, watching Dane approach the bed, Zena squeezed her eyes shut.

Embarrassment and confusion spreading through her whole body heated her breath. Please go. Just go. She shouted it inwardly like a spell.

Suddenly her shoulder blade and the backs of her knees were supported, and her thin body was swept up into the air. She could no longer pretend to sleep.

"Wh-why are you doing this. Put me down."

Afraid of waking Jude, she couldn't raise her voice, and shoved hard at Dane's shoulder. For better or worse, Jude was deep enough in sleep not to hear their scuffle.

Dane ignored the resistance in his arms, lifted Zena, and headed for his bedroom. Heart threatening to burst, she was laid on the bed. His face was close enough that his breath touched hers.

"Mr. Hunter, I really think now isn't—"

Even in the dark she could see the man's sex standing rigid. Watching Dane roll a condom on with quick movements, Zena was aghast.

She flinched and tried to pull back, but trapped between his broad shoulders and both arms there was no gap to slip through. Bound against the body clinging to her, her sleepwear was dragged upward.

"Please. Jude might wake again."

She killed her voice and whispered like a plea. But Dane Hunter seemed not to hear her. In this moment he was a beast that had sold its soul to desire. A rip—her underwear was torn away, and a sex grown even hotter rubbed against her groin.

"Wait—nn, nnh!"