He tugs down my underwear, then pushes me down onto my stomach and spreads my legs with his thighs until I’m vulnerable to him. Then, without warning, he impales my slippery sex with his cock. I tense up in panic, anticipating the pain I felt last night, but though it’s crazily intense, it doesn’t hurt.
“Easy, babygirl. I’m not going to hurt you. But you are going to fucking feel this.”
Geraint braces his hands by my head and I hold onto them for dear life as he pounds into me. He goes deeper and deeper, filling me and stretching me to a breaking point, until I feel totally consumed by him.
Then, as if by magic, I feel the fear melting away. I angle my hips to match his thrusts, greedy for him now.
“Am I bigger and scarier than everything else you’re afraid of?”
I nod. No one, and nothing, is as powerful as Geraint.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs my head back so his eyes are blazing into mine. “You’re going to swear a new vow, baby. A vow of obedience, to me. I will be your God. I will bestow love. Forgiveness. Punishment. I will be your everything and you’ll answer to no one but me.”
My orgasm bursts through me, a tidal wave of release and submission.
“Good fucking girl,” he says through gritted teeth, and then he pulls out and I feel his come spurt all over my back as his cock slides between my slippery ass cheeks.
After cleaning me up, Geraint eases himself down beside me and gathers me into his arms, kissing my sweaty forehead. “You might sin and sin again, baby. But I’ll always forgive you. Now, go back to sleep. No more dreams.”
Nestling close to him, feeling tired out in the best possible way, with all the shadows chased from my heart, I do as I’m told.
We’re sitting in Geraint’s car up on the drive, sheltered by trees. It’s just before eleven in the morning and Geraint has called daddy with the location of our meeting and told him to be here by midday, alone, or else.
The or else held a dark, threatening undertone. Or else I’ll cut your daughter up, like you did to Trefor.
“And now we wait.” Geraint has his binoculars trained on the vines, watchful for signs of any of daddy’s men getting into position. I’ve got a pair of binoculars too and I try to peer through them, but the shadows in my heart are back. What’s going to happen when I see daddy again? I’ve been free of him for months but family loyalty has been drummed into me from birth. I have to be strong, for Geraint’s sake and for mine. But I’m afraid. Deathly afraid.
The cicadas chirp as the day heats up. A short while later, Geraint points across the vineyard. “Look. There.”
Daddy’s SUV enters through the gate at the other end of the property. He drives to the center of the field, as instructed, and gets out of his car, holding his phone.
Geraint hits dial and speaks as soon as daddy picks up. “Are you armed?”
“You told me not to be.”
“Lift up your shirt and turn around slowly.”
Daddy does as he’s told. I look through the binoculars and see his angry expression, and my stomach lurches. When daddy gets angry, bad things happen.
“We’ve got a sniper trained on your head,” Geraint bluffs. “You see the driveway to the south up the slope? Walk toward it.”
Geraint hangs up, comes round to the passenger side door and opens it, then takes me by the upper arm and digs the barrel of his gun between my ribs. I gasp slightly, feeling the cold metal.
“It’s all right, babygirl,” he tells me soothingly. “I’m not going to hurt you. Not when I only just found you.”
Daddy approaches us a few minutes later. We’re sitting on the hood of Geraint’s car, the gun still pressed against my ribs. His eyes run over me, and then he turns to Geraint. “Who are you? I don’t do business deals with nobodies. If Arthur wants to talk to me, he should have come himself.”
Geraint’s hand clenches on my arm at the overfamiliar way daddy says Arthur’s name. “Let’s go for a little drive, just the three of us.”
Daddy’s eyes narrow. “Oh?”
“Hey, I’m from New Orleans. I thought we could do a little sightseeing.” Geraint’s voice is light and pleasant but I feel how tense he is. Daddy’s going to notice in a moment. Geraint needs to do better if he’s trying to pretend this is a business deal and not a revenge hit.
I can see daddy trying to figure out whether to do as Geraint asks. I don’t know who Arthur is, but apparently daddy does, as I see his jaw flexing as he thinks. “We can talk at Avallonis. I do all my deals there.”
Geraint shakes his head. “I’d rather know there weren’t half a dozen guns trained at my head.”
“And I’d rather Arthur didn’t send spies into my home,” daddy retorts angrily.