“You have to drink from me.” He looked at the pounding pulse at her throat and felt a craving he’d never experienced before. Need for her, to taste her like this, was making him hungry to have her all. “I’m going to cut my vein, and I want to you drink from me when we come. I’m going to bite you as well. Please do this for me…for us. I want you to bond with me in ways you can’t imagine.”
Mitch wanted her, her blood and body, as he fucked her liked he’d never fucked before. Everything about her was his, and he wanted to...no, he needed to lay claim to her. As soon as her nails scraped across her throat and blood began to seep from the wound, he came, his entire body turned on by the thought of sucking her into him. Mitch sucked the wound hard even as his cock continued to empty inside of her. The first taste of her made him come again, his world rocking off its foundations over and over again.
The heat of her mouth at his own throat had him wanting more even as her teeth bit into him, tearing his flesh. He came again, screaming around the wound at her throat even as she tightened once again, her body coming with his as she drank deeply.
Mitch saw stars first, then darkness. Just before he knew he was going to pass out, he felt...energized. His heart began to beat harder, his mind, rarely quiet, felt full. Images that were not his own began to fill in the places he never knew he’d had. Her memories became his, and he knew they were one. Licking at the wound, he wondered how he’d seal it when he looked down and saw that it was no longer there. Mitch was spent and couldn’t have moved if he had to.
Her arms fell away from him, and he tried really hard not to simply drop on top of her like dead weight. As he rolled, pushing over the table beside them, Mitch was very proud of the fact that not only had he been able not to hurt her, but he had her atop him now. Her body felt like the best blanket he’d ever touched over him. And when she sat up, his cock still deep inside of her, he watched her face as she gave him a slow, comfortable ride.
“Mitch, I love you.” He felt his heart tighten in his chest, and he wasn’t sure what to tell her. “I know your life, all of it, just as you do mine. But I want you to know that no matter what happened to you, it will never have anything to do with us.”
He lay there, his heart beating again and his mind slowed so he could think. “He raped me nightly, and when he didn’t, she did. And when they were finished with me, they’d take me out into the yard and hose me off like I was nothing more than an animal.”
“They should be killed, not rewarded for what they did to you. And the others.” He started to look away, but she said his name. “You have to tell them. The police, your lawyer, as well as the others. The Bruces need to pay for what they did.”
Mitch moved then. He didn’t want her touching him. He felt…dirty. His skin crawled along his body, and he itched with the need to be clean. When she held him to her, leaning over him so he couldn’t escape, he had to let out long breaths or scream in horror at the images that were running in a long loop in his head.
Night after night, he’d been tied to the bed with cuffs, his body beaten when he didn’t cooperate. His food had been taken away when he didn’t satisfy either of them. Mitch hadn’t been the only one, either. All the boys there had been treated the same way, humiliated and beaten, when all they ever wanted was to have somewhere safe to be.
“Just breathe, baby. I have you.” Vinnie might have said that more than once, but he’d been so terrified, the little boy again, that he’d not heard her. His mind felt close to shutting down, and he knew she was right. He had to talk about it to someone. As she continued to hold him, Mitch began his tale. It was the first time in all his life he felt as if he could talk about the things that had been done to him and the others.
“My parents had been gone for about a year when I was sent to them. They were killed in an accident when I was about fourteen years old. I was in the system for about a year before I went to live with the Bruces.” He took a long slow breath as he continued, “Carol Bruce, she would come into my room or in the shower where I was and blow me. At first it was just her, and at fifteen it wasn’t that bad. I mean...I never turned her down, but I did feel like I’d been hurt somehow by her. Dirty. That’s what it felt like when she’d leave me, I was dirty. Then one night...that night things changed forever for me.” Closing his eyes, he tried not to feel but only to speak. “Mark came into the shower with Carol and watched us. He was naked by the time I came down her throat, and his cock was hard and wet. I was sickened by it. But he jerked off all over the two of us and had Carol lick it off me. He laughed at me then when I tried to tell them that I was done with it. I didn’t want to...I know that as a young man I should have wanted sex all the time, but not like this, not with them.”