Lauv - Breathe

Sunlight beamed through the curtains, falling into the floor of the master bedroom. Laying atop of a dozen pillows with the blanket pushed aside, Rory spread her legs wider and gripped Gideon's dark hair tighter.

He had been up for hours, already playing with his toys. His pussy that she promised.

His mouth covered her pussy. Tongue circling her clit, sucking and teasing; and urging her stomach to build her orgasm.

Rory squirmed, arching her back off the mattress and cried in euphoria.

Gideon's hands held her hips still, keeping her in place while he tongue fucked her. In and out, up and down and twirling left and right. The harsher his movement, the louder she moaned and the wetter her pussy got.

Her climaxed built. Tightening the muscles in her core and she came, bursting with blissful pleasure. Her cries rang out, filling the bedroom along with the sound of Gideon sloppy slurps.

He wasn't done.

He hovered over her. Laying among the bedding with her blonde halo spreading around her - she looked like an angel. A fallen angel who gotten a taste of sin. Her bare chest heaved, tempting his mouth to her breasts.

He smirked and kissed her passionately. His tongue, still with the taste of her juice, darted inside her mouth and she groaned; the saltiness sweetness falling on her tastebuds.

"You like the way you taste, don't you?" He teased, bitting her bottom lip.

Gideon flipped onto her stomach and lifted her ass up. He buried his face in between her ass checks, running the tip of his tongue from her the rigid flesh of her anus to her the soft flaps of pussy.

He inserted his tongue into her wet hole and one finger into her tight anus. She jerked, surprised at the invasion.

"Relax, princess." He hushed, "I'm just playing."

His free hand reached for her clit and he pinched it, begging for another orgasm. Rory's legs trembled moments later from another overwhelming sensation.

Gathering her justices on his tongue, Gideon slide it to the anus and dipped the tip inside. Rory froze and soft cry escaped her lips. She sensed his intentions and didn't like it.

Hearing her whimpers, he stopped and cradled her into his lap.

"It's okay." He murmured, "I won't take you there, unless, unless you want me to."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, they stayed in entangle, tracing each other's skin with their fingers. Until, scratching was heard outside their door.

Azul.

Smiling, Rory wrapped her nakedness in a blanket and skipped to the bedroom door, letting the Scottish Fold inside. She jumped onto their bed where Gideon laid with only a pillow covering his front.

Azul tiptoed to the head of the bed and watched Gideon with curiosity. He rolled his eyes, he didn't like cats no matter how cute they were. Still, he reached to tickle under her chin and she purred in delight.

Rory crawled back into bed, laying on her stomach while she played with Azul's fur. She loved cats, they were quiet and didn't need too much attention to be content.

"I'm going to teach her some tricks." Rory stated, "But I need to get her more treats." She turned to Gideon, "Do you think you can drive me to the pet store?"

"I'm busy today." He sighed. Paperwork and unanswered emails were piling up. As much as he wanted to ignore them, he couldn't any longer. "I have a lot of paper work to do today."

"Sebastian? Or perhaps, one of your guards."

His jaw clenched, not liking the idea of letting her out without him. He trusted his men with his life though not enough for hers.

"Never mind." She pursed her lips after he failed to give her answer.

~*~

With Azul in her mint coloured bed, Rory flickered through her lesson notes - one she asked Gideon to print for her since she didn't want to bother while he worked. Her senior year was coming to an end and she was all caught up with her assignments. Especially, when it was the only entertaining thing she could do.

Senior year, she wished she could have witnessed it like every other 18 year old. Graduating gowns and caps, parents among the spectators cheering for her. A tear slide down her cheek when her mother's face, among the crowd, flashed before her.

Her mother, where was she?

Two weeks since she last seen her, since she last held her. Two weeks since her failed escape attempt to Italy and she's been here the entire time playing house with Gideon.

Dates, cooking together, watching movies late at night and fucking.

Guilt stirred in the pit of her stomach, wrapping her pathetic self in its palm and squeezing her in an iron grip. Tension built in her muscles, pressing down on her shoulders and immobilising her movements. The heavy pushing her down lower and lower will it piled up and up. Dizziness washed over and she wanted to scream and cry.

Playing husband and wife with her captor, her abuser. She was a disgrace; something shameful that deserved nothing less than to be looked down upon. No longer could she used the excuse of being controlled by fear because she didn't fear Gideon anymore.

He won't hurt her. Not like before, anyways.

Azul watched her with those sharp features. Her company was nice but she was bored to death sitting in the mansion.

She bite her lip, a plan formulating in her head. The city was within reach and she been outside enough times to know buses pass outside the neighbourhood.

"Let's go, Azul." She lifted the cat in her arms and turned for the stairs.

Tiptoeing into the master bedroom, she placed Azul on the bed. Sebastian, with other necessities for the cat, also purchase a pet carrier in a form of a cyan coloured backpack. It had a space bubble design so Azul could look outside.

Changing into a short, white button up and wide leg denim jeans, Rory shrugged on the carrier with Azul inside. Rummaging through the drawers and vanity, she found some spare pesos laying around and took it.

She tiptoed across the hall and down the stairs. Inside of taking the front exit, where Gideon would spot her from his office window, she sneaked out back and circled the mansion. Without Gideon's permission, the guards won't let her out.

So, grabbing two empty bin boxes, she darted across the back lawn and used the bushes as cover for her antics. Throwing one box over the wall, she used it the to hurl herself over and down the other side. Thankfully, the boxes were just high enough.

Azul hissed in annoyance at the bumpy ride.

"Sorry," she muttered and glanced side to side making sure the coast was clear.

She ran down the streets, smiling as her ability to sneak out was still as polished as ever. Just as she rounded the corner, she spotted the red bus coming down the street. She reached the stop just in time for it to slow for her.

Stepping inside and paying the fare, Rory sat down on the raggedy seats with a victorious smile. She cooed at Azul who meowed back.

"Isn't your mom awesome?"

Nearly an hour later, they were in the middle of the city, wandering aimlessly. In the end, Rory followed some tourists, overhearing chatting about a nearby mall. She stayed close enough to make it appear like she wasn't stalking them.

Once the mall came into view, Rory lit up and picked the pace. The massive brick building was spawning with people eating McDonald's and carrying familiar shopping bags. People were dressed in jeans and T-shirts, no designer brands nor the latest chic upperclass attire. This was for normal people.

Rory stepped towards the entrance grinning with anticipation; trying to recall the last time she was at a mall or when she had last seen a McDonald's.

The sounds of sirens caught her attention, Rory craned her head and witnessed 4 SUVS, followed by police cars, pulled up to the curb side. Squinting her eyes for a closer look, her breathe lodged in her throat.

Gideon and Sebastian with horde of officers were marching towards the entrance; towards her.

Fuck.

Uneasy, Rory gaze darted between the mall and Gideon, trying to decide which way to go. In the end, whatever she chose, there was only ever one outcome. She would be dragged back home and forced to face Gideon's fury.

"I can explain." She cried when he reached her.

Gideon grabbed her wrist in an iron grip. His face twisted in annoyance and murder. It screamed for her to shut up and comply.

But, she gotten this far; what's the point of going home now?

"Wait!" She pleaded, digging her heels into the concrete, "We're here now, let's go inside."

He spun around, his featuring morphing into an angry snarl. Grabbing the back of her head with his free hand, he pushed her face close to his. Her heart leaped in surprised. Her mouth had gone dry and her pulse quicken, beating erratically.

"One more word from you and I'll shove my cock down your throat." He threatened lowly, malice flashing in his dark eyes.

Rory huffed, not caring about his threats. She stood her ground.

"I'm bored!" She snapped, exasperated. "I sat in the mansion all day with nothing to do."

A crowd had gathered and the officers were doing their best to usher them away. Rory spotted Sebastian leaning against the SUV door, one foot resting against the wheels as he watched them fight. Again. He was smoking a cigarette as usual, taking a drag and puffed it out.

He shook his head in disapproval but then his brows furrowed, eyes zooming into the red laser pointer directly at Rory's chest.

"SNIPER!" He shouted, diving behind the SUV.

Gideon turned to face Rory, his vision going to the red mark on her chest. Instantly, he pulled her into his body, curling his arms protectively; blocking the snipers view. He caged her between the floor and his body, ensuring she was entirely covered.

Meanwhile, at Sebastian's yelling, Gideon's men moved like a unit. Dashing out the SUV's dressed in all black combat uniform, each with an earpiece in one ear.

The soldiers with high precision rifles were searching the skyscrapers with their high-magnification optics.

Screams of distress rang in Rory's ears and people were running around like sitting ducks.

Gideon grunted, catching her attention and she gazed up at him through her lashes. Sweat was gathering on his forehead, face pale like he was running a high fever. Was he sick?

She regarded his appearance. He was in his usual black suit and white dress shirt. Then, her gaze fell on the red forming on his shoulder, getting bigger and bigger as the blood soaked through his shirt.

Rory inhaled sharply, unable to uttered a single sound. She looked down at her own white shirt and saw it spattered with red; Gideon's blood.

Another grunt and a wheeze. Blood pours on her jeans from the new fresh wound on Gideon's left side.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion and silent. She didn't here the screams nor the sirens until her own voice cut it, piercing the veil and ringing out in her ears. She screamed, ear splitting and gripped her husband's front in desperation.

They were being gunned down, out in the open.

"It's alright." Gideon rasped, "I'll protect you."

Then, suddenly he was ripped from her as his men pulled him up. She reached out and managed to hold onto his fingers. She was tugged forward, with securities covering her from all sides. They were steered into the SUVs and once inside, she jumped as several bullets hit the car but the never breaking through.

It was bullet proof.

"Go," Sebastian ordered the driver, "Back to the mansion." He climbed in the passenger seat, a rifle in hand.

"No the hospital." She cried. "Gideon is hurt."

"Go home." Gideon sat up, leaning his head back. "This is nothing, I've had worst."

45 minutes later they reached the mansion and her husband climbed out the car, unfazed by his wounds. She chased after him, stomach churning at the sight of blood dripping on the ground.

Once inside, Rory released Azul from her confinement and searched for her husband. She found him in the kitchen, discarding his jacket and dress shirt. Not wincing at all.

She watched everything with an incredulous look.

Sebastian was next to him, filling the sink with hot water as another guard comes running in with a first aid kit. She watched Sebastian prepared the pilers, disinfecting them and leaving it to dry on a clean towel.

He was going to pull out the bullets himself. Her stomach churned again.

It seemed they have done this many times before. Like, they've seen worst than this.

"Go to the bedroom." Gideon ordered, stoically "Wait for me there."

Nodding, she climbed the stairs to the master bedroom. Her anxiety was spiking; recalling the dark look in his eyes. It reminded her of the time she first ran away, back in her father's mansion when beaten and cut her up. When left her with the corpses of her family.

In the mirror, she jumped, startled by her own reflection. Her clothes were soiled, marked by blood and dirt. She also noticed little red splatters on her chin and neck. Again, her stomach twisted unpleasantly.

She striped and ran under the shower.

After freshening up and drying her hair, Rory stepped out of the bathroom and found Gideon sitting on the edge of the bed with a bottle of something in his hand.

"Drop the towel." He ordered, standing up.

His torso and shoulder were bandaged up with little rid circles still slightly visible from where the bullet pierced him. Other than that, he was completely naked, his massive cock limped between his thighs. She swallowed drily.

"Drop the towel, now." He growled and she instantly complied. "On the bed, face down, ass up."

She climbed onto the bed and pushed her ass upwards. She heard a clicked then a snap like the sound of bottle opening. The bottle in Gideon's hand was thrown near her head and peered at it.

It was lubricant.

Lifting her head off the mattress, she glanced over to her husband who was rubbing the lubricant all over his cock. It was erected and ready.

"I want no noise from you." He ordered, mounting her from behind.

Grabbing her hips, he adjusted her body where it had the best access. Lining the tip of his head at her entranced, he slammed into his ass and she wailed. A painful cry echoed through the room. He was barely halfway in. She was tight; never been fucked there before.

Gideon leaned forward, clasping his hands around her mouth; blocking the sounds of her whimpers, wails and her whines. No sound, he didn't want to hear it.

He pushed in her further, stretching her anal walls while she kicked and squirmed. Her screams, muffled by his hands, were music to his ears. She almost got herself killed today. It was a prime example of why he couldn't let her out, not without him anyways.

Unable getting his cock all the way, Gideon pulled back and thrusted harshly again, tearing her walls as he entered her ass fully. He saw her neck redden with the force was of her screams, the veins protruding in protest of her futile attempts to make a sound.

He didn't bother to give her time to adjust. Instead, Gideon pumped in unsteady but quick and rough movements. In and out. From the tip to the back of his balls. He wasn't aiming to please; this was a punishment for her childish antics.

Eyeballing her face, he saw the tears coat her lashes and cheeks. They dripped down his hands, mixing with the saliva escaping from her mouth. The sight was dirty but so mesmerising and arousing, drawing an animalistic howl from his lips.

"Fuck, Rory! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He roared, railing her from behind. "I love this, I love this. I love you."

His front clapped against her ass cheeks, reddening her flesh from the abrasive friction. Rory shook her head and tried shut out his voice. He was enjoying it while she suffered immensely at this hands. Again.

She didn't understand. She never tried to run away, she just wanted to go out with the intentions of coming back. She wasn't trying to run away.

"I'm going to come." He rasped, rolling his head back. "I'm close."

Removing one hand from her mouth, he used his free hand to flip her over. Clamping his palm over mouth again, he pulled out of her ass and impaled in her pussy. With a few more strokes, Gideon bulged and spilled his cum inside her.

Again, she cried helplessly but those sounds go ignored.

Eventually when he released his hands from her mouth, she curled up. Pulling her knees to her chest while she watched him wiped his cock with a towel.

He could've come in her ass.

"Why didn't you..." She trailed off, hoping he knew what she meant.

"Because I'm trying to give you something to do." He harshly snapped. He stood by the side of the bed, glaring down at her. "You're bored, aren't you? Hopefully a child will keep you occupied."

He stalked off to the bathroom and the shower runs. Rory laid on her side and muffled her own useless cries with her hands.

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