He nodded, climbing down to the foot of the bed. He didn’t take the knot wrapped around my ankle off; he simply gave me more length so there was slack for me to move. Perfect.

“Thank you,” I said shyly. “This is one of my fantasies ya know. To be tied up, but the guy still allows me to pleasure him. Can I get up? Because I want you to lie down.”

Jake’s eyes bore into mine for what seemed like an hour. He held out his hand, and I took it, pulling myself up off the bed. As he lay down on the bed, I kneeled down at the end. This was my chance.

I rubbed my hands slowly up his legs feeling his coarse hair in every move. I held the bile that was threatening to escape. Reaching his shorts, I undid the snap and zipper pulling down slowly. “Careful with that,” he groaned as I began to massage his dick through his pants, feeling it was already hard.

I smiled up at him “Always.” I pulled down his pants and underwear, throwing them to the side of the bed. Looking at his dick, I was repulsed. Not only was it small and puny, it was hairy and looked as if this clean cut guy did not give two shits what his dick looked like.

Normally, I wouldn’t care about it, as Deke’s not manscaped, but with Jake … everything was yuck.

I massaged his balls with one hand and used the other to jack up and down slowly. His head flew back into the pillows as he shut his eyes. I took that as my only opportunity.

Without contemplating it, I wrapped my entire hand around his balls while the other was already wrapped around his dick. Using every bit of strength I had, I pulled hard and twisted as if I wanted those damn things to come off in my hand.

Jake’s eyes flew open in surprise as he started yelling every cuss word in the book, “You fucking bitch!” He tried to pull away from me, but my grip was pretty good. I gave one last hard pull and listened to him yell again. “Fuck!”

I released him and scrambled off the bed as he lunged pretty slowly at me. Using my leg with the rope, I wrapped it quickly around his neck pulling as tightly as I could. His hands left his groin and began pulling at the rope, but I had a really tight grip on it.

Reaching down, I untied my other leg, then tied the rope to the bedframe as securely as I could. His face began to turn purple, but I didn’t stop. I began screaming as loud as I could. Running over to Dad, his chest was rising and falling. I needed to get him help.

Pulling open the door, I looked around to find a way out. Running down the hallway, I turned to run into something hard. “Get off me!” I yelled, hitting, punching, and kicking as hard as I could as large arms wrapped around me.

“Shh … baby. It’s okay.” Deke’s deep voice had my body stopping in an instant. Whipping my head up, I saw it was really him. I could not control the sobs that escaped me as I fell limp into his arms.

18

Deke

I picked up Vann’s mostly naked body, wrapping my arms under her knees and held her close. “Baby, where is he?” I didn’t want to rattle her any more than she already was. Her shaking body told me she couldn’t handle much more, but damn I was so proud. My girl’s strong as shit.

“I-In there, with my dad,” she stumbled between sobs. Z was right on my tail and went into the room, guns a’blazing. I wanted so badly to beat the hell out of whoever was behind that fucking door, but Vann needed me more.

“Clear!” I heard Z yell, which made me relax. Whoever was in there was subdued.

“Your dad?” I asked, walking into the living room, trying to find something to cover her naked body with. Finding a throw blanket on the back of the couch, I sat in the chair wrapping the blanket around her.

“Deke ... Gary is Jake, my dad’s stepson … my stepbrother.” The entire scene she had just went through came pouring out of her as she talked into my chest, and I didn’t know how to feel about her father, but I sure as fuck wanted to kill this Jake dude.

“It’s okay, baby.” I rubbed her head slowly as a shit ton of police came in and out of the house. The paramedics came in with a gurney.

“Is Dad okay?” she asked, hearing the commotion. She tried to get up and see better, but I pulled her tight to me. None of these assholes I work with were gonna see her naked.

“I don’t know yet. Z hasn’t come out,” I answered, using the most soothing voice I could muster when fury was ripping through me.

As if on cue, Z came strolling out of the hallway toward us. “Is Dad okay?” Vann asked as she sat up, flashing Z her bra. She immediately wrapped the blanket around her to cover.

“They’re gonna take him in for tests, but he seems to be okay. The other one …” His voice trailed off. “Remind me never to get in a fight with you.” He smiled, which I was not in the mood for.

“Z what the fuck is going on?” I barked.

“Your girl here kicked his ass.” He smiled, shaking his head. “He’s alive … barely. The paramedics will be bringing him out first because you did such a bang up job on him.”

“What?” I asked. Vann left this part of the story out.

“Let’s just say if the dude wants to have sex, it’s gonna be really hard when his balls are detached and his dick is bleeding. Not to mention all the air he lost when your girl wrapped a rope around his throat and tied it to the bed.”

I squeezed Vann. Strong and brave. Damn.

Z continued, “I’ve gotta hear the whole story start to finish and get a statement together, but first I’ve got meds coming in to look at you. Are you okay?”

“I think,” Vann whispered.

“Do you hurt anywhere?” Z’s voice was laced with concern.

“My wrists and ankles are sore.” Vann held out her arm. Her wrists were rubbed raw with spots of blood coming through the skin, her ankles the same way.

My blood was boiling. “I’m going in there with him before they take him away,” I ordered.

Z shook his head. “No. You’re not. You’re gonna stay with your girl while she tells me her story, but we are gonna go find a different room than this one since they’re bringing them this way.”

I growled. “After what this fucker did to Vann, he deserves to die.”

Vann curled back into my arms; she clung to my shirt pulling me closer to her. I knew Z was right, but I just didn’t like it.

Vann

2 Weeks Later ...

These last two weeks had been hell. I’d had to relentlessly talk to the cops and answer all of their questions … repeating the same answers over and over again.

Jake was currently being held without bail at the county jail awaiting trial. He, of course, survived. It seems that all the bad ones usually do. Cops say I’d have to testify against him and my father.

My father … he made bail. He was currently at home with Julie and Sydney. I knew that Z and Deke were keeping a really close eye on him by doing drive-bys. He’d made no attempts to contact me nor I to him.

Grams had been by my side and having her around had been wonderful. I felt stronger every time I was in her presence. Even though she told me that I was the strong one, I didn’t quite feel that way.

Sawyer, Kinsley, and Z had been hounding me nonstop. I loved them, don’t get me wrong, but checking on me every five minutes when Deke wasn’t around, was driving me a bit nuts. I knew they were worried, but it wasn’t like I was gonna kill myself or something. Was this shit bad? Hell yeah. But that didn’t mean I was gonna end it.

I had too much to live for.

This brought me to Deke, who had been treating me like a damn porcelain doll, as if I was gonna break any moment and collapse into a big pile of shit. He hadn’t made love to me once since it happened. I didn’t want to think this … but I didn’t think he wanted to touch me. I was dirty. I’d let another man touch me when I was his. I’d even touched another guy’s dick and I know he was repulsed.