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“Did you guys know I find your uniforms really hot?”
The crack of a twig rung through the air as the surprised Chosen stopped abruptly a few feet behind where Dita was cowering behind a tree.
“...what?” he finally called back.
“Your uniforms.” Dita reloaded her pistol. “They’re pretty fucking hot. I bet if not for the fornication rules you’d have the women all over you.”
“You tryin’ to seduce me, sinner?” the Chosen demanded.
“Aww, c’mon.” Dita glanced briefly out from behind her tree. “You’re telling me you never thought about having sex in that uniform? Ever?”
“Sinful thoughts ain’t right,” he managed. “I can’t give in to temptation with you.”
“Why?” Dita asked. “Who’s gonna know?”
“Jacob, Jacob will know. And you’re-”
“I’m not his,” she snapped. “I can fuck other guys if I want. Girls too.”
His eyes widened beneath the red balaclava. “It- ain’t right,” he fumbled. “You’re a sinner.”
Dita risked standing up, tucking her pistol away. “Mhmm, but doesn’t that make it more fun?” she cooed. “Look, I’m not gonna tell anyone about it. You can admit it if you want it. It’s on my bucket list anyway. Fuck a Chosen.”
He was still clutching his bow, and his throat bobbed below the fabric. “You’re tryin’ to lead me off the righteous path,” he protested.
Next plan. Dita pulled her baseball cap off, hooking a finger into her hairtie and letting the dark locks spill loose. “You’ll be forgiven.”
“This is a test,” he murmured, though his grip on the weapon relaxed. “You’re a test sent by the devil. I gotta be strong. Not weak.”
Tilting her head, Dita put on her best coy smile, tugging up the hem of her shirts. “What’s your name?”
“Cleaton, shit,” the Chosen answered, glancing away. “Fuck. Shouldn’t have given ya my name. You stay there.”
“Then come to me,” she teased. “Look, I won’t tell a soul. You can go and confess to Joseph once you’re done fucking me.”
“Aw hell,” he muttered. “And how do I know you ain’t gonna kill me?”
She unclipped her gun belt and let it fall, kicking it to one side. “You can search me if you want, honey. You’re more than welcome to get your hands on me.”
“Shit.” The man shifted on his feet, glancing between her and the gun, then strode forward. “You keep your hands where they are.”
“Oh my,” she purred, keeping her hands up as he came closer. “Yes sir.”
Cleaton took the arrow off the string and put it back in the quiver, then hooked his bow onto his back as he reached her. First he grabbed her backpack and threw it to one side, his eyes intently fixed on her. Dita bit her lip, keeping her eyes wide as she gazed up at him. His hands raised hesitantly, and then they grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him. Dita gasped, exaggerated it a little bit for his benefit, lips parted.
Still, the situation aside, she wasn’t entirely lying. She’d made a drunken bet with Addie that she couldn’t seduce one of the Chosen, and now here she was with one of them pushing up her shirt under the pretense of searching her.
“I might be keeping something in my bra,” Dita murmured, wiggling her fingers.
God, this was straight out of bad porn, but the Chosen took the bait, yanking the straps of her bra and her tank tops down to her waist so that her breasts spilled free. This time the way she bit her lip was genuine, and when he moved his slightly hesitant palms to cup her breasts, so was the soft moan she let out.
“You’re lyin’,” he said plainly, but his eyes were alight with interest. “I should punish you for that, sinner. Lyin’s wrong.”
Dita giggled. “Maybe I hid it in my underwear? I forgot.”
“Huh.” He kept his hands on her breasts for a moment, cupping them, thumbing over her nipples until her lashes were fluttering shut and her moans were low and constant. “Maybe.”
Cocking her hip, Dita kept her eyes on his. “Mmm, I guess you’re in charge of searching this little sinner, huh?”
“Hell yeah I am.” He pinched at the stiffening peaks and Dita squeaked. “Maybe I should strip ya totally? Really make sure you’re not hidin’ anything?”
She got a little bit wet at that, and there was heat rushing through her now. Hopefully he wouldn’t disappoint. Hell, she almost whined when he left her breasts alone to unbutton her jeans and pull down the zip.
“Yeah,” her breathing was getting heavy as he yanked at her jeans, pulling them down her thighs along with her underwear, “yeah, you should, honey, absolutely.”
One of those big hands went to press and tease between her thighs, and oh fuck, Dita was really glad she’d gone out on a limb for this, because Cleaton’s fingers were stroking along her folds and pressing at her clit, just a little shy of too much, as the other hand found her breast again.
“All the sinners like you?” he murmured. “Soaked at the thought of fucking a holy Chosen?”
“Don’t know,” Dita felt heat in her cheeks, “I’m- oooh- fuck- Cleaton- I’m different.”
His head dropped, his mouth wrapping around her nipple, fingers rubbing and stroking at her clit in a way that she didn’t think he knew was actually just winding her up, but god, it felt good when he did it anyway. Moaning softly, Dita closed her eyes, keeping her hands up.
It was a little bit clumsy and a little bit rough, and something about the way he touched her was just really doing it for her. Dita congratulated herself on her good idea as his fingers sped up and the noise of them rubbing at her clit filled the air.
“What do you want me to do?” she breathed. “You’re- oh- you’re really good at this!”
“Get on your knees,” he ordered, releasing her before he spun her around, his chest pressing against her back. “I’m gonna purge your sin from the inside.”
Dita had to suck in a breath that tried to become a laugh as she dropped awkwardly to her knees, her jeans still around her legs as she did so. “Yes sir.”
Cleaton groaned softly at the title as he knelt behind her, unzipping his pants. Dita wiggled her ass with a grin.
“If only the Cleansing was like this,” she groaned. “Fuck, you’d have a lot more converts.”
His hand curled into her loose hair. “Don’t you say such things, you damn heretic. Brother John does the Lord’s work.”
The sting of pain had her throbbing as his cock pressed against her folds. She supposed it was a bit late to ask him to make her cum first, and as the other hand grabbed her hip, he started to slide into her. She was wet enough that it didn’t cause any pain, just a little bit of a stretch, and even then, not by much.
Dita had definitely had bigger.
Repeatedly, weekly, she’d had bigger.
God, maybe she shouldn’t think about Jacob right now-
“By the time I’m done with ya, you’re gonna be free of sin from head to toe,” Cleaton promised her, and snapped his hips forward.
Dita moaned low in her throat, fingers digging into the soil below her. “Y-yeah? You think you can wa- wash away my- my sin, Cleaton?”
“I’ll- fuck, girl- I’ll do my best to- to scrub your soul,” he breathed. Cleaton’s hips slapped against her ass as the hand on her hip reached for her breast, groping it roughly until she was whining.
“Yes, fuck,” Dita couldn’t help the soft noises, “oh, yes, god, c’mon, harder!”
“Easy, sinner,” he pulled her a little closer, “you’ll- oh- take what- what you’re- given- you’ll take me good and- you’ll be purged of- of sin!”
Dita laughed, rolling her hips against his, coaxing him to do her faster. “C’mon! Oh, please!”
He let out a ragged breath behind her, and she gazed over her shoulder at him.
“Cleaton,” she pleaded, eyes big and wide, lip tucking between her teeth as she keened. “Please, harder!”
He rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger as he sped up, just how she wanted.
He wasn’t going to win prizes for technique; Dita had a feeling the only thing she was going to get from fucking him was a mess. Still, it was better than being shot full of Bliss and dragged back to the Veteran’s centre, and as she squeezed him, she started thinking of how she’d get away once he’d cum.
Would it be as simple as punching him in the throat and running?
“You’re a filthy sinner,” he groaned, his hand sliding between her thighs. Dita’s back arched as a sudden hot surge of pleasure rushed through her when he rubbed at her clit. “Beggin’ for a- hah- a holy man to fuck ya like this. I- hnnggg- should make a- a fuckin’ example of ya, huh girl?”
“Ex-example?” Dita stammered, spreading wider for him.
“Show- show the others- how to- how to subdue the sinners,” Cleaton panted. “Fuck ya- in front of- of them, god, girl!” He smacked her ass. “They put the devil between your thighs or somethin’? Feels good.”
Fucking her in public? Oh, that sent a hot little thrill through her. A nasty little one. She tried very hard not to picture it but god, it was kind of hot… Oh, he just twitched.
“You ready?” he groaned. “Gonna- gonna cleanse ya, sinner.”
Well, no point asking him to last a little longer, was there?
“Mhmm!” Dita moaned, squeezing him. “Mm, yes, Cleaton! Save me!”
All right, so she was laying it on a little thick, but it seemed to be working. The Chosen behind her groaned long and loud and came, his cock twitching rapidly as he filled her. And god, but that no fornication rule must’ve been killing him, because the amount that spilled out of her even before he was finished…
She let out a frustrated groan as he slowed and stopped, sighing heavily. She was going to have to clean cum off her jeans and underwear. Again. Fuck. Why did she keep getting herself into these situations?
“You can cross that off your bucket list,” he panted, his lips by her ear.
“Brother Walsh.”
Both of them froze and Dita felt Cleaton’s cock soften inside her. It would’ve been funny if it hadn’t been because Jacob’s voice had come through Cleaton’s radio.
Swallowing audibly, the Chosen unhooked the handset and raised it to his lips. “Yes, Brother Jacob? What- what can I do for you?”
“Where are you?” Jacob asked him casually.
Cleaton immediately slid out of her and started to stand.
“No no no, you stay knelt there. Tell me where you are.”
Jacob sounded so relaxed, like he didn’t know exactly what was happening.
“I’m- I’m in the woods,” Cleaton’s voice trembled a little, “with- the Deputy. I’ve captured her, sir. I’m bringing her back to the Vet centre now.”
“Uh-huh. Tell me, Brother Walsh, what’s the sin of Envy?”
“E-envy? Sir, I don’t understand.”
“It’s a simple question. Describe it to me. What is the sin of Envy?”
“I- I’m not- not sure,” Cleaton admitted. “Uh, wanting someone else’s stuff?”
“Envy is the desire to have a quality, possession, or other desirable thing belonging to someone else.” Jacob recited it like he’d practised it. And god, knowing him and how much he enjoyed giving a show, he probably had. “Now, would you say you’ve committed that sin, Walsh?”
“Jacob, I didn’t,” Cleaton stammered, “the sinner, she seduced me, I promise!”
“And you fell for it? Disappointing. I always knew you were weak.” A red dot appeared on the grass near Dita’s hand, and disappeared behind her. “And you know what happens to the weak, don’t you, Brother Walsh?”
“Jacob.” Cleaton was shaking as they both watched the red dot find his chest, then his neck, then his temple. “Jacob, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll leave. I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll go in the chair, I’ll go to Faith, I’ll Atone, just please!”
“Stand up.”
Cleaton threw himself off her and got to his feet. “Yes sir.”
“Take ten steps back, away from Deputy Bachchan.”
Cleaton scurried back. “Jacob, please.”
“Put your dick away, Walsh.”
The sound of his zip being pulled up was accompanied by frantic panting. “I’ll do anything, anything, please.”
“You’re gonna apologise to the Deputy for being weak enough to indulge her,” Jacob’s voice was soft with rage, “and then you’re gonna hand her your radio.”
“I,” he swallowed, as Dita rolled over to look at him, “I’m sorry for sinning, Deputy. I’m sorry. I indulged you. I was weak. I failed the Project.” He unclipped his radio, his eyes on hers. “Please, please, I’m begging you, tell him to let me live, Deputy, please.”
Dita took the handset when he offered it, tossing it from hand to hand for a moment before she lifted it to her lips. “...are you going to kill him?” she couldn’t help asking after she held down the button.
“Look away, Deputy.”
Dita closed her eyes.
A single gunshot cracked through the night air, and then a heavy thump met her ears.
“Now stay where you are.”
“You can’t be serious,” she whispered.
“Stay.”
Dita’s mouth opened, and then it shut, just as her eyes opened, and she avoided looking at where the Chosen was slumped over a rock not far from her, downed by a single shot from a familiar source. The man was loose in the woods with a sniper rifle and she was half-naked already. By the time she got her clothes on, he would probably be on top of her. Ooh. Now that was a nice image…
Sighing, she stayed put, though she couldn’t help glancing around to see if anyone else was lurking in the bushes with a gun aimed at her naked tits. Not that they’d last long with Jacob Seed prowling around the Whitetails. How the hell had he even known…? Fuck, did he have cameras installed around the mountains too?
It only took a couple of minutes for him to appear out of the shadows from the eastern side, that red rifle in his hands. His eyes raked over her half-naked body, falling on her wet thighs.
“I hope we learned something today,” he sighed, sounding almost playful.
“Yeah,” Dita pushed her hair out of her face, “your Chosen can’t make a woman cum if their life literally depended on it.”
Jacob gazed at the fallen figure, and then his brow quirked. “Then maybe you shouldn’t be fucking my Chosen, huh, Deputy?”
She lifted one hand to where her shirts pooled around her waist. “Oh honey, I’m never fucking another one of your Peggies again. That fantasy is over.”
“That’s a good girl,” Jacob cooed, one hand letting go of his rifle. “Now, let’s get you back to the Vet centre, hmm?”
“You’re gonna put me in a cage like this?” Dita groaned. “C’mon. At least let me clean up.”
“Nah, you’re not going in the cage,” Jacob assured her. “Since you’ve proven you’ll do dumb shit if I don’t keep you satisfied, I’ve decided maybe a couple days tied up in my bedroom might cure you of any more stupid ideas about who you should be fucking.”
Dita’s mouth fell open as a renewed heat and arousal thundered through her. “This- all sounds- very exclusive, Jacob,” she managed, pulling her bra back up her stomach. “A-are you asking me out or something?”
“You belong to me, Deputy,” he said, earnest and sincere, those pale eyes fixed on where her bra strap was now covering her shoulder. “But you don’t seem to realise it yet. So I need to make sure that you do.”
“I- what?” Dita whispered, her brow furrowing. “This is- Jacob- you can’t just- spring this on me like- like that. You’ve been trying to have me killed for weeks and suddenly you’re asking me to stay with you?”
“So you can deal with being tossed in a cage and put through a Trial,” Jacob slung his rifle over his shoulder and knelt down, pulling her to her feet, “but it’s the thought of belonging to me that shocks you?”
“Most people don’t- throw their belongings into a death-match,” Dita shot back as she pulled her underwear and jeans back up over her ass. “That is what I am, right? That’s why Cleaton committed that sin? Because he took your possession?”
“Mmm,” Jacob murmured, and then he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Dita yelped, scrabbling at his shirt.
A panicked voice told her to kick and scratch and bite, maybe she could get away, she could hit him with his own gun. That was the logical half, the one she knew she should listen to. The man currently carrying her away from the dead body and all of her shit wasn’t good, he was in fact bad fucking news, and he could’ve been making up half this shit to mess with her, the way he always did.
The other half of her was still needy from where she’d been left wanting, and no matter what came afterwards, nothing bad could be said about how well Jacob left her satisfied every time they did this stupid little enemies-with-benefits dance of theirs.
“You’re really gonna take me back to the Vet centre and fuck me for a couple days?” she asked him, trying to pull her shirt back up over her bra. “What- what about the Trials?”
“Well, I can throw you into the cage if you want, kitten,” he was heading not for the road, but in the direction he’d come from, “just say the word.”
“You know I don’t want that,” she groaned, trying to relax as best she could with a rifle stock swinging in front of her face.
“Then don’t ask stupid questions,” he chuckled.
Jacob’s truck was nestled in a flat spot among some trees, and he set her down as they reached it, unlocking it. Dita staggered, falling against the front passenger door, as Jacob slung the rifle over the back row and shut the door.
“Am I gonna need to cuff you, Deputy Bachchan?” he asked. “Or are you gonna ride with me without causing a fuss?”
Dita couldn’t help pressing. “I have that option?”
He caught her chin, but not roughly. “Cause me too much trouble and I might put you back in the cage, sweetheart.”
She couldn’t stop the shudder that rocked her, and Dita shook her head. “No. I’ll- behave.”
“You cold?” he asked as he opened the door for her. A perfect Southern gentleman.
She bit down the response she wanted to give. She had agreed to behave, which meant that she needed to actually behave, not push his buttons. “Why, are you gonna give me your jacket if I say Yes or something?”
“I could do.” He gestured for her to get in the truck. “You want it?”
Her lips parted. Oh, he was serious. “Sure,” she finally agreed. "It's a little chilly out here at night. Thanks."
Jacob gazed at her as he shrugged out of the camo fabric, and before she got into the truck he wrapped it around her shoulders. Dita automatically slid her arms into it, and it dwarfed her. Then she got in, and sat back as Jacob clipped in her seatbelt.
What am I doing?
The door on her side slammed shut. She could’ve easily thrown it open a second later and run like hell, hoping he wouldn’t open the box and activate her brainwashing. No, actually, that was the most likely outcome, and Dita didn’t want the cage. So she sat there calmly and waited for Jacob to get in, put on his seatbelt, and start the engine.
The whole goddamn cabin smelled of him. In the best way possible. Dita didn’t know how to describe the scent that was specific to Jacob, but she knew that it was layered with the faintest hint of Bliss. She took a deep breath almost out of instinct, shifting in her chair as the wet smear of her underwear rubbed against her crotch.
Fuck. As if being left high and dry just now wasn’t bad enough. I’m sitting in a confined space laced with a drug that turns me on. Did he do this on purpose? He did, didn’t he?
Dita swallowed, looking away out of the window at the trees that quickly began disappearing behind them.
“Nervous?” Jacob asked, as he drove them onto the main road. She hadn’t realised how close to the dam they were as they approached it.
“I don’t usually get the VIP escort up to the Vet centre,” Dita pointed out. “I’m processing.”
“You scared I don’t mean it?” he drawled. “That I’m gonna throw you straight back into the cage the moment we get there?”
“Actually yeah,” Dita said. “That is exactly your type of fun mind game.”
“Like the one you tried to play?” he asked as they crossed the dam. He sped up once they were over it. “Messin’ with my Chosen, getting their guard down, trying to loosen Walsh up so that you could run free once you were done, I bet.”
Dita made a popping noise with her lips. “It was going fine until you shot him.”
“Chosen know better. And the ones that don’t get culled,” he responded, so damn casual about the whole thing.
“So what, you told them I was off-limits?” Dita found herself asking.
“No,” Jacob snorted, “it’s drilled into them during their training. Ignore those needs even if you’re propositioned by sinners. And you’re the biggest sinner of them all, but he still got his dick wet with ya.”
“Really? Because I gotta admit, Jacob, I find it hard to believe you didn’t call a big meeting and tell everyone that I belong to you and that the punishment for fucking me is death,” Dita shot back.
“I told you.” They passed the Gate without even slowing. Jacob kept his eyes on the road. “I don’t talk about what I do to ya in front of people.”
“You wouldn’t have to go into detail,” she mused, “just tell them all you got to me first and no one else is allowed your seconds.”
“You like that idea,” Jacob realised as he followed the winding road towards the Vet centre. “What, does it turn you on, sweetheart? Thinking about me tellin’ all my Chosen that I’m the only one who gets to fuck you? Staking my claim on ya? Is that what you like?”
“I never said that!” Dita protested, her cheeks hot.
“You didn’t need to, you won’t stop asking,” Jacob purred. “God, Deputy, you’re a treat, you know that? All that shit you liberal girls like to talk about the kind of modern man you want and you're hot for the oldest of warrior's traditions.”
“Oh my god,” Dita groaned, “honey, please, no, not this thing you have for ancient civilisations. It’s a kink, ok? Take it from the girl with a Masters in psychology, what turns you on isn’t reflective of your actual wants and desires.”
“I know what else turns you on, I’m not judging you,” he chuckled, turning off towards the Vet centre. “Embrace it, sweetheart. You wanna be protected. You wanna know there’s someone out there who’s able to fight for you. That’s normal. You like the idea of me tellin’ the Chosen they can’t touch you because a strong man is supposed to look after what’s his.”
Five years of college tuition jumped up and down in her brain, protesting and yelling. This was some pseudoscientific Alpha male bullshit, and Dita was really enjoying the way he talked about it. She could deal with just turning off her brain to accept it for now.
“Hence why you’re gonna raw me for three days straight,” she agreed. “Because you’re looking after what’s yours.”
“Because if I don’t you do stupid shit like fucking men like Walsh of all people,” he snorted.
The Vet centre came into view. Without looking, Jacob reached down and pressed a button on his dashboard.
“Wolf to Vet centre, come in. I’m approaching in a vehicle with a captured hostile, do not shoot,” he ordered.
“Vet centre to Wolf, confirming, standing down on your approach,” came the reply.
Wolf. Dita tried hard to suppress the incredulous look that wanted to appear on her face. Of course he was calling himself that. She bit down the comment she wanted to make about the codename and just watched the ominous building come closer and closer.
The gates swung open, letting Jacob simply drive into the place that had been both a target and a nightmare of Dita’s for much of the last couple weeks. She couldn’t help the way her skin crawled as they went inside. Eyes fixed on her as they went past, and she made sure her clothes were in place before she tugged Jacob’s jacket tighter around her shoulders. Peggies nudged each other, staring and whispering under their breath. She tried not to think about what they could be saying to each other.
Jacob casually parked out the front, then opened his door and climbed out. Dita waited where she was, and when Jacob opened her door, she kept her eyes entirely on him, not sparing a glance at the people gathered in the courtyard, or the ones in the cages.
“Someone fetch Deputy Pratt,” Jacob called, his hand on her waist as he led her to the front door. “Tell him to come to my office.”
Dita had never been conscious when she’d gone inside before, and on the whole the centre didn’t look much better on the inside than it did on the outside. She tried to memorise it but Jacob was already hauling her into his arms, her yelp of surprise ringing through the building as she clung tightly to him, even though she knew full well that he wasn’t in danger of dropping her.
He carried her up a flight of stairs and through a few doors, ending up in a large room filled with desks, chairs, monitors, corkboards; his office. Jacob set her down, pulling the door shut behind him, and then he was on her, pulling off her shirts and unhooking her bra.
“Hold on,” Dita gasped, “wait, you- you said Staci is gonna be here-”
“You better help me, then, if you don’t wanna be naked in front of Peaches,” Jacob chuckled.
Fuck. Dita unbuttoned her jeans and managed to kick off her boots, then pulled off her bra, followed by her gloves, and between the two of them they left her jeans and filthy underwear in a pile on the floor.
“I thought you said you didn’t talk about what you do to me in front of others,” she grumbled, tugging her socks off one at a time.
“You think Pratt seein’ you naked is the same as me telling the Chosen I made you call me Daddy when we fucked?” Jacob asked. “Don’t get me wrong, Deputy Bachchan, if you’re that uncomfortable with flashing him-”
“Funnily enough, I am,” she shot back coolly, covering her breasts with her arms.
“All right.” His voice was soft. He grasped her waist and spun her around to show her a small door behind her, to the left of a rather uncomfortable looking military cot. “Go in there and wait for me.”
“You’re not fucking me on that,” Dita muttered.
“First you don’t like flashin’ Pratt, now you don’t like my furniture?” Jacob drawled. “You’re a tough house guest, Deputy Bachchan. Next you’ll be askin’ me for complementary breakfast to be included in your stay.”
She was already heading for the single door, running her fingers through her hair in some small effort to get out a few of the tangles, and she fixed him with a glare.
“You want to fuck me raw all weekend, Jacob, you have to feed me.”
“You’re lucky you’re worth all this trouble,” he called as she opened the door.
Dita quickly switched the light on and stepped in to the smaller room to find a nice looking bathroom, with a big shower that had glass doors instead of curtains, and a large sink.
There was a knock at the one that led out of the office. “Come in,” Jacob called as she shut her door behind her.
“It’s Pratt, sir,” she heard Staci say.
Shame flooded her and she leaned against the wall, still covering herself. No matter what, she couldn’t hide from the truth. She was a not-quite prisoner here, indulging in something that was entirely selfish, whilst Staci was a prisoner, and god only knew how he’d been treated whilst she was outside, free as a bird.
A bird that was being classically conditioned to murder, but, a free one anyway.
“Peaches,” Jacob seemed to be moving, and if the noises were any implication, undressing. “We have a house guest, so whilst she and I shower, you be a good boy and make sure the room is nice and clean. And get a different bed in here. A bigger one.”
Staci went quiet for a moment. “...a guest?”
“Your friend Deputy Bachchan came to visit,” Jacob’s boots thudded against the floor, “so don’t keep her waiting. She specifically asked for a different bed.”
“...she’s not in the cage?” Staci asked.
“If I have to field anymore questions from you, Peaches, you’re gonna be in the cage,” Jacob sighed. “Clean up this mess, get a new bed in here. You’ve been told what you’re supposed to do, now do it.”
“...yes sir.”
The office door squeaked as it swung open, and then it shut with a quiet slam. A few moments later, Jacob strode through the bathroom door, completely naked, seemingly very casual about being naked around her after all the weeks he’d spent keeping his clothes on. Dita’s eyes raked over his body, head to toe, and as she looked, well, the shame receded, replaced by heat.
She’d always known he was fairly trim for a man in his mid 40s, and even with his shirt off he still only had a little bit of softness around the waist. Most of it was just hard, compact muscle, not perfectly chiselled like he’d stepped off a film set. Dita found that she kind of liked it better that he wasn’t so defined. And he had hair too, covering his chest, his arms, and trailing down his stomach to circle his already-erect cock.
At least, there was hair wherever the numerous scars didn’t raise on his skin and interrupt. There were plenty. Burn marks, bullet wounds, knife cuts. Dita could see the letters S A C R on his left hip, and her head tilted. Sacr? Sacrilege? Was it another language? Sacred?
Jacob turned to shut the door and revealed the rest of the word as he locked it, I F I C E carved into his skin with a line of sins beginning on the left hand side of his back. Lust, sloth, wrath, pride were all cut and then crossed out, like John’s Sloth. Dita had to admit, she’d never thought that Jacob could ever be considered Slothful.
“You’re staring,” he murmured. “Pretty rude of you to do that after I brought you back here as my guest, don’t you think?”
“You’re hot,” she replied.
Jacob snorted. “Smart-mouthed as always, Deputy Bachchan.”
Dita looked away long enough to open the doors to the shower, then looked back at him. “And yet you keep fucking me.”
“You’re missing the part where I said I dislike that smart mouth,” Jacob reminded her as he walked over, reaching in to turn on the water. “I don’t. In fact, I think it has its uses.”
“Should I be worried?” she asked lightly, watching him step in.
Jacob reached for her, and Dita let him pull her into the cubicle. He shut the door. She closed her eyes as the stream of hot water ran down her neck, across scratches and bruises. A soft moan escaped her at the mixture of gentle pain and warm relaxation. Her arms crossed over her chest.
“You goin’ shy now?” he asked casually, one hand gripping her jaw.
“This is how I usually shower,” she replied, “why do you ask?”
“Just curious.”
God, this was weird. Dita shifted, parting her legs a little, as Jacob let go of her chin and seemed to be moving around in front of her. She didn’t bother opening her eyes, and so when two hands grasped her shoulders, covered in something slippery, she let out a sudden squeak of surprise, stepping back.
“What,” she cleared her throat, eyes snapping open to see Jacob’s hands covered in soap and outstretched towards her, “what are you doing?”
“This is a shower, right sweetheart?” He asked the question as though the answer was obvious, one brow raised, his hair plastered to his forehead.
“Right, so, oh,” Dita realised, “you’re- oh my god, you’re washing me?”
“So step back here and let me get on with it,” he ordered.
“I can do it myself,” she assured him, holding her hand out for the soap.
“You will be if you don’t come back over here and turn around,” Jacob promised. “Don’t make me ask you again.”
Dita let out a soft huff, then came closer and turned around. “Don’t- don’t put that shit in my hair,” she warned, as his hands found her shoulders again.
“Why not?” And he sounded genuinely confused, even as his palms began to press and squeeze along her shoulders, her biceps.
All right, fuck, this man was actually a very competent masseur, somehow.
Only a few moments after he’d started, Dita was moaning softly, her eyes closing again, and her hands went to her hair to hold it out the way for him, letting him get to her neck and work out all the knots. Fuck, she was getting turned on.
“I don’t think, mmm, have the time to teach you my regular hair care,” she moaned, “but- but let’s just say that- it’s extensive, honey. I’m almost out of coconut oil, and when that happens, I will cry.” She glanced behind her briefly. “I’m- guessing you didn’t meet any women with similar personal routines when you were deployed?”
“Funnily enough, I wasn’t exactly asking how they looked after their hair,” he shot back.
And god, but him being so tall compared to her was really useful right now, because he just glided his fingers up and down her arms like it didn’t matter she’d raised them, fingertips digging in perfectly to leave her shivering in satisfaction.
“If soap is how the Peggie girls keep their hair clean, that explains a lot,” Dita muttered, and then she let out a loud moan as his blunt nails scraped down her back and fuck, she almost started pleading then and there.
“Enlighten me,” Jacob drawled, as his hands began to massage the soap up and down her back, firm and slow.
“I don’t wash my hair every day,” she groaned, “that’s bad for it. Put coconut oil in it once a week, wash that out, then I leave in conditioner. Of course,” she shot him a look over her shoulder, “for some reason I haven’t been getting that shit for the past couple weeks.”
“The Collapse is upon us, sweetheart,” his thumbs dug into her hips and pulled a sharp yelp out of her that was all pleasure and pain rolled into one, “and you’re worried about your hair?”
“Yes!” she protested.
Jacob’s hands left her skin, and she felt him moving around behind her, lathering more soap onto his palms. Then his fingers were gliding up her belly, over her ribs, little giggles spilling out of her that turned into moans when he cupped her breasts. Her breath left her in a heavy panting at the sudden touch.
“You know vanity’s a sin,” he reminded her, his thumbs flicking over her nipples until they were stiff. Water rushed off his shoulders as he bent over her, the soap running off her body.
“Well it’s not one of the seven,” she dropped her hair and reached for his naked hip, stepping back into his arms until her ass met his very very hard dick, “so how bad could it be?”
Pulling her against his chest, Jacob’s voice came out in a low rumble. “Maybe vanity isn’t, but lust? It’s one of the most powerful, and you’re fucking ripe with it.”
“Oh yeah? Then why don’t you have it carved up all over your body, huh?” she panted, reaching back for his dick.
One hand snatched her arm, drawing her wrist out from behind her so that Jacob could pin it to her chest between her breasts. The other dropped between her thighs, stroking along where there was still a mess of Walsh’s cum gathered there. Dita whimpered as he rubbed at it, slowly working it off.
“Because I’m not a sinner,” he purred, and his lips brushed her ear, beard scratching along her skin.
His hand left her for a moment, but when it came back it was slick with soap that he used to wash the cum off her. Dita’s breath caught as his other hand ran gentle fingertips over her knuckles, palm spreading out until he was touching the curve of her breast, the tips playing along her clavicle.
“Y-you figure?” Dita gasped. “You’re the one who said he’s gonna fuck me for three days!”
Her thighs were clean as he kept rubbing, and when his hand slid up between them to tease her folds, they were free of soap. Instead he just touched her, a constant downward stroke that joined the flow of water, leaving her tingling beneath it.
"It’s not a sin because this is where you belong," he murmured. "This is your place, under me. I'll make sure you remember it next time you even think about fucking someone else. You're mine."
Oh fuck.
"Promises, promises," she gasped, just as a finger pushed into her.
"If I turn you around, are you gonna keep your hands in the appropriate places, or am I gonna get groped?" Jacob asked.
“I’ll behave,” she moaned, shivering against him.
"Good girl." Jacob slid his finger out of her and spun her around, his hand going to her back to press her body against his. "Let's get you clean."
Dita grabbed his arms as two fingers pushed into her and slowly started to fuck her, aided by the slick left over from Walsh's final sin. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her cheek pressed up against his chest as she rocked her hips, hearing the steady thud of his heartbeat on her. "Is- fuck, is this a- a territorial thing?" she gasped.
His palm pressed against her clit as he reached down to grab her ass with his other hand, squeezing and rubbing. "I'm gettin' you ready for me. Ready to take me. I want you beggin' for me before I'm even inside you."
Dita's words died in her throat for the moment as her face burned. She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, and as his fingers fucked her, they found that spot that always made her knees go weak. The water poured off the two of them and washed away all evidence that Dita had ever fucked another man this evening as his hand sped up, the sound loud thanks to the bathroom’s acoustics.
“S-so are- ah- are you- gonna, gonna, fuck,” she shivered around his fingers as heat coiled there, “a-are you gonna do this- no matter who I f-fuck?”
His fingers focused on that sweet spot until her thighs were trembling. “Do I need to bring you home every night, Deputy?”
“Oh my god,” she groaned. “Y-you’re not kidnapping me- not- fuck!”
“Did I kidnap you tonight?” His mouth was by her ear. “Drag you back with me?”
“No,” Dita whimpered. “No, fuck, but- that doesn’t mean that- every night- I’ll just-!”
“No?” Jacob’s fingers were rubbing against her sweet spot with every rapid stroke inside her. “You don’t wanna do this every night, girl?”
Tempting. The idea of getting to sleep in a comfortable bed every night after Jacob had fucked her until they were spent left her feeling warm even beneath the hot water, a soft little coal of affection in her chest. She glanced down between them. Her eyes were drawn to his long fingers, on the way they slid in clean, came out wet with cum that was immediately washed away by the water. Less and less of it each time as she got closer.
"Ask- asking, oh fuck," her lips brushed along his chest, "for me to- to move in?"
His hand slid off her ass and pressed against her back, pushing her into him, fingers rapid and loud and wet inside her.
“If it stops ya fuckin’ other people,” his nails scraped down her back, “yeah, girl. I’m asking you to move in.”
“Y-you tor- fuck-!”
The pain of his blunt nails along her spine was all she needed to tip her over the edge, and Dita trembled against him, the water briefly cool against her hot skin. She buried her face in his chest, biting down on her lower lip, whimpering through her teeth as her hips started to buck again and again as he didn’t fucking stop.
“F-fuck, Jacob,” she keened.
Finally he drew his fingers out, rubbing against her clit as they slid along her folds, and then examined them. “Looks like you’re all clean,” he rumbled. “All ready for me.”
“God,” she groaned, clutching him. “You’re not gonna wash up first?”
“All right.” His voice was low, past the rush of the water, and he reached for the bar of soap to start cleaning himself up.
Dita was surprised when he didn’t use it to clean his own hair, but maybe he was feeling self-conscious after her comment earlier. She leaned against the wall, watching him, her eyes drinking in the sight of him naked.
A thump came from outside the bathroom. They glanced up at the same time, looking towards the door, and Jacob scrubbed his fingers briefly through his hair.
“Stay here,” he told her, then stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of the towels off the towel rail, drying himself off. He didn’t even wrap it around his waist as he stepped out; he draped it over his shoulder, barely letting the door open so nobody saw her before he closed it.
“Sir!” a crowd of voices barked.
Dita rubbed along her folds to check that she really was clean of Walsh’s mess as she heard Jacob talking on the other side. She was; the rest of the slick was all hers. A little bit of that shame crept back in, but it was hard to dwell on it too much when she was in Jacob Seed’s personal bathroom and he was standing outside the door butt-naked.
She couldn’t help wondering why he’d finally decided to get his clothes off. He’d had the opportunity before when they’d fucked in her room. Maybe it was the same reason behind the lack of kissing, Dita wasn’t sure. But either way, he wasn't worried about it now and he seemed pretty intent on keeping her here, at least for a little while longer.
“Out,” she heard Jacob say. A moment later the door to his office slammed shut. The bathroom door opened and he stepped through, still rubbing the towel across his head and shoulders as he did so.
Dita reached for the faucet and switched it off, her eyes on him the whole time. “So do you normally flash people like that?”
He chuckled, one finger beckoning her to leave the shower. “Better me than you.”
Dita made a conceding face as she pushed open the glass doors and stepped out onto the bath mat, wringing her hair out. “You a jealous man, Seed?”
“See, that’s the funny thing.” Jacob put the towel over his head, though he left his face exposed as he began drying his hair off. “I didn’t used to be.” His eyes were fixed on her. “Part of me thinks you’re too dangerous to be doing stupid shit with.”
Dita couldn’t help walking over to him, still soaked. “Then kick me out.”
Yanking the towel off, he dumped it over her head. “Nah.”
Wrapping the towel around her head so it was a long hat, Dita wound it tight and began to dry her hair, letting the air wick some of the water off her skin as she stood there. She couldn’t help looking up at his hair and smiling a bit. She’d never seen his hair freshly-washed and it was almost a little bit fluffy, the top of it glowing golden in the bathroom’s light.
Jacob let her be for a few moments before his hands were all over her, and Dita’s thighs pressed together, renewed heat curling beneath her skin with every touch of his palms.
“No?” she breathed, when a thumb flicked against her nipple.
“No,” Jacob agreed. “Someone’s gotta be able to satisfy you, girl. Or else you go out and do somethin’ crazy, like fuck with my Chosen . Makes me think it’s more dangerous not to be doin’ stupid shit with ya. I’ve got you all alone, at my mercy, and you’re already squirmin’ like a horny virgin on her first time, even after I made you cum and you’ve gotten fucked about an hour ago.”
Dita laughed breathlessly as Jacob pressed her wet body up against his. “So that- mmm- that’s your excuse?”
“Someone’s gotta keep the little sinner in line,” he murmured, and then he leaned in and licked up her neck.
Heat rocked her like a speeding truck and Dita clutched at his arms, a loud moan escaping her. His lips suckled along her pulse, a heavy breath fanning over her skin, cooling against the water. God, the way he nipped along her jawline, his teeth so close to her throat, so capable of just digging in and hurting her, it had her panting in his arms.
“That- oh- that’s what the soldier is here to do?” she groaned, her nails scratching at his shoulders, her body leaning against his.
He rumbled low in his chest as her nails touched him. “Mmm. So don’t make it easy on me.”
“You- want it to be hard?” Dita gasped.
His hips bucked against her, his cock rubbing along her belly, smearing precum on her skin. “C’mon, little girl. You can do better than that.”
Dita reached between them, her fingers wrapping around his cock, and Jacob’s hands snatched the towel from her hair, wrapping it around her body and trapping her arms. They busied themselves rubbing the cotton against her damp skin until she was mostly dry, but every touch, every shameless squeeze against her ass, her breasts, left her hot.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. “You- want a- a challenge?”
“Mmm.” Jacob ripped the towel away when she was dry enough, tossing it back onto the rail and scooping her up off the floor into his arms.
“And- what if I don’t give you one?” she asked, curling into him as he walked over to the door with her in his arms.
“Are you tellin’ me you’d just give in?” Jacob couldn’t help the incredulous way his voice sounded when he asked her that question. “You? Deputy Bachchan? You’d just give in to me, like that?”
“I have a name, you know,” she muttered. “You probably do, actually, since fuckin’ Nancy told you everything.”
“Nandita, girl, I don’t know what you think I know,” Jacob carried her into the bedroom, over to the nice, big bed that could easily fit them, “but tell me, what do you think I know?”
She froze in his arms for a moment because that was her name, her name coming out of him, not Deputy, or any of the myriad of pet names he’d given her over the weeks; her name, and god, but it sounded as good when he said it as she had thought it would.
“Oh, somebody went quiet,” he purred. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“You,” she fumbled on the words, surprise overtaking the sass that wanted to come out, “you said my name. My actual name.”
“You complain about it when I don’t and then you go all quiet when I do.” He set her down on the bed, hard enough that she fell, back hitting the covers. “Make up your mind.”
“It’s nice,” she admitted after a moment, just as he pushed her up the bed, her head finding the pillows. “I- didn’t expect to hear it.”
“That’s cute.” Jacob knelt over her, one hand going to her hair as he leaned in. His lips found her shoulder, then the curve of her breast. “You like it when I say your name?”
“Why are you being nice to me?” Dita blurted out. “Why am I really here? Up here, not down in the cage like usual? I don’t get it, Jacob. Are you still fucking with me?”
Pulling back, Jacob stared down at her for a moment. “Haven’t you been listening?” he asked. “You’re here because I need to remind you who you belong to. I was willing to accept your playful banter about fucking other people, but then you actually went and did it, and it was one of my Chosen. So I’m reminding you why it is that you’re mine, why you don’t fuck anyone else in this little backwater. And I’ll keep reminding you, as many times as I need to, until you get it into your head.”
God.
Dita’s eyes widened. Heat barrelled through her, heavy and relentless, and she bit her lip. She belonged to him. What an arrogant fucking asshole to think that he owned her somehow. But oh god, the casual way he told her she was his, the confidence there, if she hadn’t already been wet from his fingers on her, well, that would’ve done it for her.
I need therapy. Lots and lots of therapy. And possibly some alcohol.
“I’m- you really think I’m yours?” she protested weakly.
His tongue swept out across his lower lip. “I licked you, Deputy. A lot, in fact. Maybe I’ll keep licking you until you get the memo.”
Oh fuck.
Dita let out a sharp mewl at the thought of him pinning her to the bed and giving her head until she was begging him to stop. The phantom sensation of a tongue seemed to drag up her thighs, reminding her of the last time he’d put his mouth there.
“Right,” she whispered. “O-okay. I think- I think that- answers my question.”
He leaned forward again, his face between her breasts for a moment as he nipped at her sternum. “Good.” Those long fingers stayed in her hair for a moment as his other hand cupped her breast. “Now, be honest with me, sweetheart. Was he any good?”
Her cheeks flushed. “Oh, my god. I am not stroking your ego for you,” she groaned.
Jacob smirked, then he dragged his tongue up the curve of her breast, mouth wrapping around her nipple. Dita squeaked, her thighs drawing up around his waist, as the warm flecks of pleasure pooled in her core, and her head fell back.
“C’mon,” he sucked, his hand leaving her hair to cup her breast, “you don’t have to defend him, especially if he was bad.”
“It’s not- about him,” Dita groaned, her eyes fluttering shut as he licked along her breast, just over where her heart was fluttering. “It’s- about not- you’d- be so fucking smug if I said Yes.”
“Do you remember,” he was leaning over her, both hands cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing the stiff, dark nipples, “when I made you cum seven times in one night?”
“Y-you had help,” she gasped.
“All right, how about the second time, when it was five times? Do you still have your laptop?” Jacob asked. “Because I know damn well that was all me, and you’ve got the evidence to back me up.”
“If I say I don’t have my laptop and I don’t recall what happened,” Dita glanced down at him, “what are you gonna do?”
“Well,” his tongue stroked along her ribcage, “then I’ll just have to jog your memory, hmm? That, or beat my record.”
"Oh," she gasped.
"So tell me," his eyes were on hers, lips trailing down her navel, "was I better than him, or do I need to jog your memory?"
"Fuck." Dita bit her lip. "Looks like you better jog my memory, honey, because I don't rec- aaah!"
Jacob shoved his shoulders between her thighs as his mouth covered her, kissing against her folds slowly. He was still looking at her the whole time, lips brushing over her clit as he made eye contact. How someone looked smug whilst they were giving head, Dita had no idea, but he did, and her fingers slid into his hair as she whined. He was going slowly, just kissing along her folds like he knew that it would drive her wild if he kept it up. Her nails scraped along his scalp, and Jacob purred low in his throat, and oh, Dita had never gotten that out of him before.
Mostly because she had never had her hands free during sex with him before.
Oh.
"Y-you're not gonna- cuff me?" Dita couldn't help asking.
Jacob's lips wrapped around her clit and sucked and Dita arched up with a loud yelp, her thighs snapping shut around his head.
"Beg me nicely for it and I might," he said, kissing along her thighs.
Shivering, she shook her head. "No, I-I like it like this."
His teeth scraped along the skin, then bit, and Jacob trailed his tongue along the marks he left, eyes still on hers. “Oh yeah?”
“Mmm.” She shivered. “I- you never let me touch you.”
“Aww.” Jacob’s fingers found her breasts, teasing them as he trailed kisses down both thighs, back towards her folds. “You want to touch me, huh? That’s cute.”
Her voice caught when his tongue lapped across her, briefly pushing inside. “D-do you not want me to touch you?”
“You never asked.” Jacob’s hands were warm as they covered her breasts, his pace unhurried as he licked, again and again, gentle flicks against her, over her clit, watching her the whole time.
“Didn’t- know that I needed p-permission.” Her hips squirmed against his mouth with each languid tease. It felt like every moment he drew this out, she was just getting more sensitive. “I- thought you were jog- oh!”
“Gettin’ you all warmed up.” He gave her another one of those kisses, slow and deep and sucking on her clit.
“I’m warm,” she keened, “c’mon, Jacob, please.”
His mouth covered her this time, and his tongue swept up to tease over her nub until Dita’s thighs were squeezing around his head. “Say it again,” he murmured.
“Wha- please?” Dita whined. “Please, Jacob, please, stop teasing me.”
“I suppose I have a record to beat, huh?” he murmured. “Well, we’re already one down. Five to go.”
Oh shit.
Jacob didn’t waste another moment teasing her; his mouth fastened around her clit and Dita yelped, head falling back against the pillows beneath her as she gripped the covers in one hand, the other scraping across his scalp until the man’s soft purring was buzzing intensely against her. Heat built in her core as she bit down on her lower lip, fingers shaking.
“Nuh, fuck,” her ears caught the wet noise of his mouth and that heat became a quickly growing pressure, “Jacob!”
Dita hazarded a look down at him and fuck, the sight of him staring at her was enough to push her over the edge. Her toes curled, hips rocking against his face as she rode out the waves of pleasure that rushed over her, again and again. The moaning that came from her was obscenely loud, and she had a sudden thought of Staci hearing and-
Oh, that did something in her stomach, and it wasn’t bad. Dita’s cheeks burned as she tried not to think too hard about why that was.
Jacob wasn’t letting up; apparently when he said he wanted to beat his record he meant he was going to copy what he did in his truck. Fuck. And when his right hand skimmed down her side- well, all Dita could do was watch as he pulled back far enough for him to push two fingers into his mouth and suck. Then they were pushing into her, and Dita almost twisted off the bed at the sudden fullness.
“God, I need,” she keened as his fingers found her sweet spot, “I need a break, please.”
“Still got another four left,” he murmured, dragging his tongue up her thigh. “C’mon, girl. You can do it.”
Hot and cold rocked her body, and Dita felt her stomach fill with butterflies as he stared her down, almost waiting for her to tap out. She gripped his wrist instead, the one attached to the hand that was still at her breast, nails digging in as the constant back-and-forth against her sweet spot left her whimpering. Her thighs twitched with every stroke.
“What if I pass out?” she whined.
He nipped up her thigh, the sharp sting of his teeth feeding a much much slower heat that grew as he stroked her. “You won’t. We both know you’re stronger than that, sweetheart. You can cope with six. I know you.”
Her breath caught. “Do you?” she whispered.
“Been inside you enough times to know your tells,” Jacob said. “I know how much you can take before you tap out.”
Something about that left her hot, well, hotter, made her stomach drop like she’d just fallen out of a plane. She took her hand off his wrist and pressed it down over her mouth, muffling her moans as his fingers sped up inside her. He didn’t touch her clit for the moment, using just his fingers, just those weak spots, to drag her closer to the edge, winding her up the way he knew best. Now and then she would look at him, then shut her eyes, because Jacob looked hungry, and not in the ‘I’m going to drain your blood to survive the desert’ way.
God, between this and how quickly she’d gotten wet when Walsh had his hands on her, Dita was starting to think she just had a kink for being in danger, which was not a good thing, not when she was in danger every day.
Her toes were curling. She wanted to say something but that heat was building faster now, and she muffled her squeaks of pleasure.
“You pull your hands off your mouth, or I cuff them to the bed,” Jacob growled, and sunk his teeth into her thigh.
Dita yelped, fingers flying to grip the covers, as the sudden sting sent her flying over the edge. Her back arched off the mattress, thighs tensing, and Jacob’s tongue soothed the bite mark with gentle licks that just went straight to her clit and left her powerless under the tide of pleasure. Her voice filled the room.
The whole Vet centre must be able to hear them doing this.
Dita didn’t want to think of just how that made her clench around him.
“There you go,” his fingers slowed, but didn’t stop, “that’s three. One more like this, and then I’ll fuck you.”
“One more?” she whispered. “Fuck. Jacob.”
“Wanna try something else,” he added, nudging up her other thigh and kissing along it. “If you’ll let me.”
Dita had to collect herself, panting. “And what would that be?”
“I won’t assume shit about you, but has anyone ever put anything up your ass?” he asked.
Fuck!
“I didn’t think you’d be interested,” she managed, her voice choked. “Y-yeah- I’ve had- uh- people. College was- look, I fucked, ok?”
He bit her, right on the thigh, and Dita yelped, a full-body shiver wracking her as her eyes rolled up. It was more firm than deep, and she clenched around his fingers again as the pain shocked through her, electric and scorching hot. His mouth followed the bite mark, sucking a bruise into the skin. Her loud keening filled the room as she wriggled in his grip, half-desperate to yank away before it got to be too much.
Jacob finally licked at the mark, and set her thigh back over his shoulder, staring at her with those pale eyes as she panted, wriggling. “Didn’t I say I wasn’t assuming shit about you?”
“W-what was the bite for?” she breathed.
“You think I’m mad because a couple morons got to you first?” His fingers started fucking her again. “You think I’m judging you, that it?”
“A-aren’t you?” she gasped.
“Do you think there’s a single fucking idiot that you used to study with who’s gonna get you like this, Dita?” Jacob purred.
Jesus christ. Dita nearly came then and there. “Th-they were decent guys!” she protested.
“And I’m not, huh?” Jacob slid one finger out of her, then the other. “I’d take that personally, but you keep comin’ back.”
She took the chance to catch her breath as she lay back, and Jacob pushed off the bed and stood, those eyes just watching her.
“So I have a thing for danger,” she muttered.
God, the way he laughed as he headed into the bathroom. She leaned up on her elbows, watching him search a medical cabinet for something. A bottle. A bottle that he brought back to the bed with him, thumbing the cap open. Her brow furrowed when she looked it over.
“Almond oil?” she asked. “You’re telling me you use it? You?”
“John bought it for me months ago.” Jacob poured some into his palm, then sealed the bottle and set it down, spreading it over his right hand. “He told me I was supposed to put it on the scars, but I never did. I won’t tell him what we used it for, unless you want me to.”
Dita spluttered. “Why the hell would I want to tell your brother that?”
Two fingers pushed into her again, index and middle, the ring and pinkie fingers stroking along the ring of muscle below her perineum. “You like it when I tell people you’re mine.”
“I,” her cheeks burned, and not just from the way his hand was slowly working her open, “I told you, I n-never said that.”
“I don’t need to fuck you to know that’s bullshit.” He carefully got his fingers in to the knuckle. “You’re an open book, little girl.”
God, she was so full. Dita drew her thighs up, uncertain where to put her hands. She ended up gripping her legs, holding them open for him, and if that realisation didn’t drive home just how fucked she actually was…
“Oh yeah?” she breathed. “Then tell me how I’m feeling.”
Jacob’s eyes met hers for a moment, and then he leaned in and licked her clit as his fingers started to move in and out of her. Dita groaned, low in her chest, her head falling back.
“I said I know your tells.” His lips sucked, bolts of heat rushing through her.
“S-so it- it’s- bullshit!” she gasped.
“You,” lick, “tell,” suck, “me. You’re the one with a degree in it.”
“Masters!” she protested even as his fingers started to fuck her, rubbing against her sweet spot without mercy.
That tongue circled her clit rapidly, and the familiar heat started to build up again as his mouth worked her over. Dita’s eyes fluttered shut, and she let go of her legs to grab at his hair, nails digging into his scalp. The purring vibrated against her. His hand reached up to play with her nipple, rolling the stiff peak between thumb and forefinger. Cool air wicked sweat away from her forehead as she lay back. God, she was about to cum for the fourth time, and her- Jacob was confident she wasn’t going to tap out for another two. How the fuck was she going to survive that long?
Then his hand slid down to her mound and pressed until Dita almost screamed.
That pressure cinched tight without warning, without mercy. Tremors rocked her, and Dita came, hard, her thighs snapping shut around his head. She could just about feel how wet the bed suddenly got underneath them but she wasn’t coherent enough to think about it right now, not whilst his fingers were rubbing her sweet spot and his mouth was wrapped around her clit and sucking.
She was half shocked that she didn’t draw blood, she scratched him so hard; but all it did was make him fucking purr, in a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction. It was too much, and Dita wriggled, writhed out of his grip, shunting further up the bed, head hitting the headboard as she panted.
Then she noticed the dark spots on the sheets.
Oh fuck.
“Haven’t done that in a while.” Jacob used his left hand to wipe his face clean as he pulled his right hand away from her. “Not since I had you tied down to a chair. Guess I’ll have to keep doing it like this.”
Dita wanted to say something, to fire back, but she just fell against the covers with a low moan, pushing her bangs out of her face. She was soaked. Her thighs were covered in her own slick, in oil and saliva. They were shaking as she laid there, and he wasn't even done with her.
Jacob headed for the bathroom. The water ran loudly as he washed his hands clean. This whole time, he hadn't asked for anything. Not for her to go down on him, to touch him, nothing. His dick must be so hard it hurt.
I should blow him more often.
Dita's eyes snapped open. Right. That- had been entirely an intrusive thought. A bad idea. Definitely not something she would do. Definitely not something she was now thinking about doing. At all. Nope. Really not remembering the time he’d gotten her on her knees in her own bedroom and fucked her face until she’d swallowed his cum. And definitely not considering offering to give him what he needed right now.
The bathroom door swung open and Jacob strode out, heading for the bed again. Those eyes were all over her, focusing briefly on her lips, and she ran her tongue over the lower one, cheeks hot. His gaze moved to her thighs, and he reached for her, gripping her legs.
“My turn,” he told her.
Oh fuck.
Then he was yanking her toward him, rolling her onto her stomach. The rabbit’s foot and dogtags brushed along her back and when the cold met her bare skin she shivered, whining at the sudden change in temperature even as his bulk pressed her down into the bed. His cock was pressing at her folds, and his hips rocked, sliding him back and forth, soaking him in that slick mess until he was covered.
“Two more, sweetheart.” His mouth brushed against her ear. “And then I think I’ll have finished teaching you why you belong to me.” Those big hands gripped her hips, pushing her down into the bed so that her clit caught against a bunched-up part of the covers.
“Wh-what if- I haven’t learned?” she whispered.
He reached down to wrap his fingers around his cock. “Then we keep going.”
And oh fuck but that lit up something in her brain that briefly reminded her of the way he praised her during the Trials-
Dita keened at that, and when he pushed into her, slid into her, she let out a strangled little cry, burying her face in the covers. It was almost completely drowned out by the growl that escaped him, and he buried his face in her hair, inhaling. His hips pushed hers down into the bunched-up covers and rubbed her clit against them. Her fingers tangled into them, head twisting so she could breathe as he filled her.
Jacob didn’t release her; he stayed still for a moment, his breath fanning across her neck, hands holding her so tightly she knew there would be bruises tomorrow. Dita didn’t know what to do; this had only happened before after they’d fucked.
“Uh,” she mumbled, “Jacob?”
“I could eat you,” he rumbled, his mouth moving to her shoulder. “Fuck, you smell so damn good. If you haven’t learned after the next two, I’m tying you up and eating you out until you pass out on me, you understand?”
Fuck. Fuck, fuck.
Dita felt her muscles flutter around him, and the only answer she could give him was a desperate sob as her body roared with heat underneath him, her mind racing as she fixated on that thought, of the images of her wrists roped to the headboard, Jacob’s head between her thighs until she couldn’t take it any more. Dita tried to move, to rock her hips back against his, because abruptly she craved the feeling of him fucking her. She felt like she was going to go insane if he didn’t move.
“Jacob, please,” she whimpered, wriggling helplessly underneath him, trying to coax him into giving her what she wanted.
His sharp breath was loud in her ear, and he nipped at her neck as his hips rocked into her ass, rolling her clit against the covers and pulling a shaky moan out of her. “You belong to me,” he purred, squeezing her. “Every part of you belongs to me. Don’t you?”
“And what,” her foot cocked up as his cock dragged along her sweet spot, her toes curling, “m-makes you think- that’s true?”
Jacob bit her; sank his teeth into her throat, and sped his hips up, pounding her into the bed with a series of loud slapping noises that echoed through the room. Immediately her voice filled the air, nails almost tearing the covers beneath her hands as a sudden heady thrum of pleasure rushed over her. Shit. The fabric rubbed up against her clit, a perfect substitute for his fingers.
“This,” and his hands kept her pinned there, perfectly positioned to be caught between the friction of the covers and the relentless thrust of his cock, “you’re here, girl, listen to you, listen to that.” His tongue lapped at the mark. By the feel of it, he had almost broken the skin, and it was going to show for days. “Admit it, you’re mine, no matter who else you fuck, they’re never gonna match me, are they?”
And god but it was hard to dispute him when already there was a driving heat growing in her core. Dita whimpered, wriggling, pushing back against him as much as she could when his entire bulk was pinning her to the bed, leaving her helpless underneath him.
I like this.
Oh, oh, she better not have said it aloud, not so that he could hear. He would be so damn smug about it when he finished. And the next few days too, until he finally decided he’d had enough of showing off and threw her back into the cage. Dita cast the thought aside as she concentrated on the rough thrusts against her sweet spot.
“Lost your tongue?” Jacob groaned. “Funny. You were talking such shit earlier.”
“Y-you,” the words were hard to form, especially when all she could feel was pleasure, “like m-my smart mouth, right?”
“Yeah, sweetheart,” he kissed her jaw, “love the fuckin’ backtalk, girl, love the way you can’t form words right now ‘cause you’re gettin’ it so good, ain’t ya?”
“Yes,” Dita sobbed out, unable to move, pinned down underneath him, feeling her fifth orgasm start to build already, “yes, Jacob, I- fuck!”
“That’s my girl,” his lips brushed her ear, “all mine, you know where you belong, who you belong to, don’t ya? Fuck, I can feel that. You’re gettin’ all tight around me, you know how hard you’re gonna cum for me.”
Nodding frantically, Dita bit her lower lip. “Yes.”
His nails dug into her. “Yes, sweetheart? Yes to what? You like it? Or you’re mine?”
“Mmmfuck.” Dita was going to cum. “Both, fuck, Jacob, yes to both.”
“Say it,” he hissed out, scratching along her hips. “Tell me. Tell me. Admit it. You're all mine.”
“Yours!” Dita cried, as that pleasure roiled in her like an oncoming wave. “Your, fuck- all yours, Jacob, p-please!”
“Good girl,” he breathed, licking the bite mark again.
Dita tipped over the edge with a scream, burying her face in the covers, toes curling as she shook underneath him. Those waves crested and washed over her, hitting her with a repeated heat and relief until she could barely hold the covers, her body was too weak.
And Jacob- Jacob was still going, faster now, chasing that ecstasy with rapid, shallow thrusts. Already? He couldn’t be done that quick-
“Mine,” he growled, low in his chest, and came.
Dita knew he’d been pent up, he had been almost an hour without coming, without any real stimulation, and the way he twitched as he filled her said the same. She sank into the bed, exhausted, as he filled her up. His hips rocked against her ass again and again, only relenting once he was done, and he relaxed on top of her for a brief moment before rolling onto his side, taking her with him. He was trembling.
And he was quiet. He buried his face in her hair, taking heavy breaths, heartbeat thudding against her back. Arms wrapped firmly around her, Jacob seemed content to just lie there with her. For a moment, Dita remembered the night he’d chased her down in the forest, the way they’d fucked by the lake. The way he’d held her afterwards. The way she’d taunted him about it until he picked her up and carried her back up here.
Dita touched her hand to his, her fingertips running over his knuckles, and when her touch slid a little lower, down his fingers, he spread his hand, and trapped them between his. It took her a moment to realise that he was holding her hand.
“I thought you said six,” she panted, because she couldn’t shut up, in the end.
“You don’t need the sixth, you said you belong to me,” Jacob murmured.
“Aren’t you breaking your record?” She couldn’t look at him like this unless she twisted her whole body around.
But she was perfectly positioned for him; his right hand dropped between her thighs and began to rub at her clit. Dita’s eyes rolled back, her body tensing as an exhausting pleasure rocked her, and her right hand grabbed his arm, her nails digging into the scars with every rapid little circle of his fingertips.
“C’mon then, give me one more, that’s my girl,” Jacob rumbled. “You said it, didn’t you? All mine. You’re where you belong, Dita. This is where you should be, with me, not fucking around when you know damn well how good I do ya.”
Her fingers were still linked with his, and she let out a desperate cry as that tension grew again, almost too much. She was getting tired, but he still knew how to wring out one more orgasm from her. And the sound of his fingers playing with her- god, it was wet. Just a reminder of the things they’d done. Her thighs were slick with his cum.
And all Dita could think about was the way she was about to cum for him.
“Yes, Jacob,” she whimpered, “oh fuck, oh god, Jake, I’m gonna-!”
The hand on her arm grabbed her jaw, tugged her face to his, and then he was kissing her as he gave her that last orgasm he’d promised to give her, drawing it out as her cries were muffled in his lips and her body writhed against his, stroking against his cock. The kiss almost stole her breath. It was almost better than the orgasm.
Scratch that.
The kiss was better than the orgasm.
And it didn't fucking stop.
Dita couldn't turn around and kiss him properly without pulling him out of her and she didn't want to do that, but god, she wanted to deepen the kiss, get her arms around his neck. He kissed her like he was a starving man.
She got her chance when his hips rocked against hers and his cock slid out of her, soaking wet as it rubbed along her thigh. Dita was about to roll over when he pushed her onto the bed and practically fucking laid on her, his lips never leaving hers. Jacob bit and licked as his arms wrapped around her and pinned her against him. Dita grabbed at his shoulders, her breathing frantic beneath the kisses because oh god oh god oh god.
Jacob was kissing her.
Dita hadn’t thought he would ever, she thought she’d kill him before he kissed her, but this was weird. This whole thing was weird. Had she really spooked him just by sleeping with someone else? Not even sleeping, just getting fucked by a random Chosen so she could cover her own ass. And now he was telling her she belonged to him, he was kissing her.
A little voice in the back of her head told her that if this was how Jacob reacted when he was jealous then maybe it was in her best interest to do it more. She immediately shut that voice up. The man was dangerous enough when he was thinking clearly; acting like an asshole to make him jealous just sounded like a recipe for even worse shit to go down in the Whitetails, and Dita wasn’t keen to add more layers of fuckery to their already insane little relationship they’d somehow established.
All she could think about was the noises Jacob made in his chest when he kissed her. Low, contented purrs, deep growls, soft moans, all of them got responding sounds from her. Buried underneath him, she was worn-out and warm, and he smelt so good. She wanted to talk but she didn’t want to stop.
Dita finally grabbed hold of some willpower and twisted her head away, and Jacob groaned, his head falling against her neck, already reaching up to grab her chin and try to drag her back. Palms on his shoulders, Dita shoved, trying to get the message across. The first few times he didn’t relent, but then he gave in and got off her.
“All right,” he muttered.
“No, no,” Dita rubbed her face, “look, Jacob-”
“Jake,” he interrupted. “You already gave me a cute little nickname, sweetheart.”
“Jake.” Dita’s eyes met his. “I don’t understand.”
“What’s there not to understand?” Jacob leaned up on one elbow. “You belong to me. This is where you belong. Your place is with me.”
She snorted. “Because that was so obvious when you strapped me down to be tortured and brainwashed. Or starved me for days or made me run your Trials. That’s totally a clear indicator of interest.”
His hand found her hip and began to trace circles into it. “Oh right, ‘cause you were busy proposin’ between shooting up my Chosen, huh?”
She batted at his hand. “You’re the one who picked the fight, honey. You don’t just get to fuck me and then tell me where I belong. I get to choose that.”
“Then how do I get you to choose me?” Jacob purred, that hand sliding up her side until it rested at her ribs, just below her breast.
“How about you stop killing people,” she drawled.
“Mmm, we’re midway through the Reaping, girl.” He rolled on top of her again. “Try something else. Something I can do.”
“Seriously, I don’t understand you,” she complained. “You spend four weeks acting like we’re just having sex, then you fuck me a couple times just before you torture me, and then suddenly when I fuck someone else you’re all over me to talk about me staying with you.”
The pale eyes fixed on her. “So you want there to be more? Is that it?”
Dita spluttered. “I- me and you- Jacob, we’re fighting, we hate each other, there can’t be anything else, can there? I mean, I couldn’t even stomach staying here without being given something first. And no, dead Chosen don’t count.”
“I don’t hate ya, girl.” He didn’t blink. “Not even close.”
Heat flooded her cheeks. “Oh.”
“But, fine, tell me what you want, just be reasonable,” Jacob added.
“I want Staci out of here,” Dita told him after a moment. “I want him to go free. You let him go, leave him alone, stop torturing him. And if you can’t let Staci go, then fuck it, shove me into that cage naked, because that’s what I want.”
“Too easy.” He almost looked amused. “Pratt walks out the front gate, and I get to keep you here instead? That’s hardly weighted in your favour, girl.”
“I get to stay up here all day fucking you, never having to fight another Trial, or get starved and served mystery food, or sleep in a shitty bed again.” Dita’s thigh slid around his waist. “You think this isn’t weighted in my favour?”
“Mmm.” He kissed her jaw. “Johnny would put Greed on you for that one. Lucky for you, I’m not Johnny. You really don’t want anything else, huh? Just for me to give Pratt the boot and let him leave here alive?”
“Mmm, no,” Dita stretched out underneath him, “you also need to tell everyone that I’m yours, that I’m off-limits, and you need to be public with it. I don’t want you to think you can get away with pretending you’re not into me.”
Jacob’s eyes flickered with interest, and his thumb brushed her lips as he cupped her face. “You really are hot for it, aren’t ya? You love the idea of me tellin’ everyone that you’re mine. Fuck, Dita. Yeah, you’re off-limits. And I’ll show them.”
She shivered. “Show-?”
“Gonna fuck you in front of them if you’ll let me.” Jacob’s bulk pinned her to the bed, his mouth on her neck before it was on her jaw again.
Oh shit.
Dita pictured it; Jacob fucking her raw in full view of a crowded courtyard of Chosen, making them watch as he played her body the way he knew best. It turned her on more than she wanted to admit it did.
“We’ll talk about it,” she said, her voice hitching. “Besides, I thought you didn’t talk about it in front of others?”
“It’s gonna be the quickest way to get the message across.” Jacob’s lips brushed hers. “Unless you’ve got a better idea.”
Wasn’t like she could just change her relationship status and wait for the responses to come in, was it? She hummed under her breath. “Fine, mountain man. But I don’t wanna see a single one of them, so get creative.”
“I can do that,” he agreed.
“Who knows, one of them might learn something,” she added with a snort. “Maybe the next girl they fuck won’t be so damned disappointed with their performance.”
“Oh, you wanna help instruct my Chosen on how to fuck, is that it?” Jacob was between her thighs, still soft, but just his presence alone was enough to turn her on.
“Look, hey,” Dita was breathless, “they probably had shitty sex ed and learned it all from porn, ok? I’m just- suggesting we help them to be better at fucking.”
“You won’t flash Pratt, but you’ll get fucked in front of my Chosen,” Jacob chuckled. “Make it make sense, huh, girl?”
“Mmm, no, I care about Pratt,” she pointed out. “I don’t wanna embarrass him or humiliate him. Whereas I don’t give two shits about your Chosen.”
Jacob kissed her, slowly. “All that shit you were talking earlier,” his breathing was heavy, “and here you are, wanting me to tell everyone you belong to me.”
Dita moaned quietly. “You’re the one who thinks I can be taken.”
He smiled into her lips for just a moment. “Oh, I doubt very much that you want to be anywhere else, Dita. This is your place. No one else belongs there. Only you."