I grunted as I came. She slowed her pace and sucked softly on the tip of my cock, swallowing every last drop. When I was finally spent, she lay down completely, smiling up at me, my dick still hard, shining with her juices and spit in the low light and throbbing right above her face. She giggled and arched up to plant a kiss on the underside of my cock.
I fell onto the bed beside her and reached over to pull the blanket from the floor and situated it over us. She lay curled up beside me, as naked as I was, one of my arms tucked under her. We fell asleep.
3
The next morning we got moving quickly. We drove a half hour with her in the same dress she had on the night before, but then we stopped at one of those big department stores and bought her a few outfits. She took me into the changing room with her and tried on each outfit, teasing me when she undressed. She came to me in her bra and panties near the end, kissed me, and then dropped to her knees and blew me. Once again she sucked me dry and swallowed it all.
Driving in the car with her, heading farther away from the city, farther away from Brighton Beach, life somehow began to feel normal. This woman, she seemed to love me, as crazy as it sounded. I had to keep reminding myself that she had been trained for that. She had been beaten probably and brainwashed into loving whatever man bought her. I was sure she knew I wanted to help her, though, and maybe that made her love me even more. But driving, listening to the radio, having her grab my hand and hold on to it, it felt real. It felt like a better life than I should know.
I’d had girlfriends, a lot of plastic bimbos drawn to the money and danger. I was a real bad boy, and it attracted some pretty girls. Beautiful even. But shallow and fake. I had never married anyone, never come close. They were just chicks I fucked, in and out of my bed, their beds, across the back of my couch.
Chloe was different somehow. I almost forgot what I had done the night before—buying her. Mr. Black was pissed; I knew it. He would want me dead. Driving with Chloe, I finally made up my mind. I would kill him first, and anyone else who stood in the way of me making sure Chloe was happy and got back home.
We stopped in a town called Barley. It was four hours upstate from New York City, small and charming. We arrived just after lunchtime. We stopped first at a small diner, both of us starving. We sat in a booth and ate hamburgers and fries and sucked down milkshakes.
There was a motel and a nicer hotel there, but we learned of cabins in some woods not far from the main road and drove there instead. I paid with cash, of course, and used a fake name. We went into the cabin together and didn’t leave for three days, save a trip on the first day to a small grocery store down the road.
We didn’t leave the bed much, day and night blending together in orgasmic bliss. Finally, as the sun fell on the third day at the cabin, I showered and came out to tell Chloe I was leaving. I had expected us to be found by then, but I had been careful not to leave a trail.
“You’re going?” Chloe asked me before I could even speak. She was lying in bed, naked, the bedsheet covering her lower half, her magnificent breasts on display.
“How did you know?” I asked her.
“I can see it in your eyes, in the way you stand.”
“If I don’t go, there are men who will never leave you alone. Never. They’ll never let you get home.”
The young woman nodded, and then she smiled sadly. She looked at me, and in the evening light that came streaming through the bedroom windows, I saw tears filling her eyes.
“There’s something I haven’t told you,” she said.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m married,” she said, and my heart sank. “Back in Greece, I’m married. Less than a year before I was taken. We were on our honeymoon. We had to go late because of his job. We were on a cruise. We stopped and I was taken. I was brought here…for this.”
I nodded. “I can get you back to your husband, but I’m going to have to do this. I have to make sure these men, the men who brought you here, can’t find you. Or us.”
She nodded. She looked as though she had more to say, and I was sure I did too, but neither of us spoke. I filled a backpack I had bought at the local grocery store with my guns and ammo. I took a bit of money and then faced her once more.
“I’ll be back in a couple of days,” I said. “Don’t answer the door.”
She stood, letting the sheet fall away, coming to me nude. She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed. “Be safe,” she said, and I nodded. “Come back to me.” I nodded again, and then it was time to leave.