Dani René

Padre was so angry when I didn’t want to act out the orders he’d given. When he commanded me to kiss her, to taste and lick her, I couldn’t bring myself to because she cried so much. He didn’t understand that I love her, and I don’t want to hurt her.

He likes when she cries. He gets hard when tears drip down her cheeks. I’ve seen him lick his lips when she’s shaking in fear, but that’s not me. It can never be. I will never be like Padre.

Darkness is a friend. And silence, it’s a strange bedfellow. They told me once I’m cured, I’d be able to leave here, but how will they know when I’m cured if they never allow me into the house?

A sound has me alert. Soft shuffling. Something scraping against the wood that covers the pit where I’ve been for the past year. Then, a sliver of light burns my eyes, and I have to cower in the shadows. I can’t see anything with the sunshine streaming in. That’s when I hear the voice.

“They don’t know I’m here, but I managed to come outside.” Her sweet tentative voice is enough to tell me I’m still sick. I’m not cured in anyway. All these months haven’t helped at all. The agony in my chest makes it difficult to breathe.

“You should go.”

“I thought . . . I mean . . . Do you miss me?” Her question vibrates through every bone in my body. The cold is no comparison to how her voice makes me feel. Hot

Hot and cold at the same time. It feels like I’m burning, but I’m shivering.

“Go into the house. Don’t come out here again.” I shouldn’t be mean to her. But I can’t help it. She shouldn’t be here, be near me again. This is wrong.

She doesn’t respond. Something drops to the sandy floor of the pit, and then silence. I’m alone now, and I scuffle through the dust to figure out what she threw into

the hole. As soon as I see it, I know. Fear prickles through me.

She’s come to warn me.

He’s not trying to cure me.

He was biding his time.

Fuck.

The sun is high in the clear blue sky, and I’m tempted to head to the small lake not far from the house. I know Ginnie will follow me. She has been at my side since she had her birthday two days ago.

Perhaps she feels since she’s older now I’ll be nice to her, but I can’t. Not because I like being mean, but she’s changed. Every time I look at her, all I see is how her body is turning from girl to woman.

Even though I can’t stop my eyes drinking her in like an iced tea on a hot summer day, I know I shouldn’t. In my mind, I scold myself. In my chest, I feel the guilt, but I’m a broken man. I know she’ll be the one to end me one way or another. She will break through my walls, because just the sight of her makes me want to break all my rules about stopping this thing between us.

My groin tightens when I recall walking into the bathroom and seeing her naked under the spray of water. Every drop that trickled down her skin made me thirsty to taste her.

Smooth, alabaster flesh, curves that seem to have appeared overnight, and her supple tits that I’m aching to thrust myself between. She does things to me that I know are wrong. But I love the feel of her touching me, licking at me. There are places she makes me go in my mind that feels like I’m

flying, and I wonder if I will ever be able to enter her.

I can’t stop myself from thinking about her late into the night. When it’s dark, and nobody can see, I stroke myself until I’m sticky and wet. A loud shriek comes from the house, and the moment I spin around, I find Ginnie racing up toward me.

The sun hits her white tunic just right, and I’m afforded a view of her beauty. Every, sultry inch. She’s quite stunning, and she doesn’t realize what she does. It’s her innocence and girlish giggle that always gets me, and I’m tempted to fuck her right here. I’ve seen the books and magazines. I know how to make her mine. I push my cock inside her and make her bleed. I’ll steal her essence because I believe it’s mine. It should be mine.

“Trenton,” she squeals, leaping into my arms, and I’m forced to hold onto her or she’ll land on her ass. “You didn’t wait for me,” she accuses me with a pout that does things to me. Things that are wrong.

“I . . . I needed a moment to think,” I tell her. She knows what I mean. Last night, we did something we shouldn’t have. I felt her warmth through the cotton. The bed we shared a few times—when he wasn’t aware—is so small, I can’t not touch her. And the moment it happened, I rolled away from her.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, lowering herself to her feet, her body still inches from mine, and every part of me has come alive from the proximity. “I wanted to spend the day with you,” she tells me. “What if you go back in there?”

And I know when you’re down there for the next couple of days, you’ll be stroking yourself thinking of how tight and warm and wet that sweet little hole will be.”

I gasp at that because I have no other way to respond. Is he saying what I think he is? Will he really allow Ginnie and me to be together? I’m confused, I’m turned on, and all I can think of is the moment we had in the lake.

Padre shoves the ladder down and waits for me to enter my hell.

As I descend into the pit, I vow I’ll never be like him.

I can’t.

He will not break me.

Closing my eyes, I think of Trenton. I wonder if he’s cold. I hate the pit. It’s one of the worst places. And he’s there, all alone. I wish he were here, holding me like he used to do. I remember times I would fall asleep with his heavy arm wrapped around me.

Over the years, I’ve watched him change. His body became bigger, wider. Muscles formed on his shoulders and arms. His torso was just perfect, like the boys in my magazines.

His face changed too. It morphed from smooth to rugged, with a dark dusting of stubble that tickled my hands when I

I glance behind her. The dark pit of hell is right there, taunting me. Padre puts us in there when we don’t behave. Me more than Ginnie, but she’s spent a few cold nights alone in the dark.

Interlocking my fingers through hers, I tug her along, making sure she doesn’t trip on the rocks and stones that guide us to the small swimming hole. It’s not a lake, but that’s what Ginnie calls it. Since she was a child, much younger than she is now, she’s convinced herself that soon we’ll have fish and ducks filling the pond-like hole.

“I want to swim.” She smiles up at me. Her wide eyes meet mine. All her curiosity, all that innocence shimmering in her gaze makes me want to save her. But I’m not a knight in shining armor. I know she sees me as such, but I’m so much more dangerous. I’m the goddamn devil.

“You go ahead,” I tell her.

“No!” Her mouth falls open in a perfect O. Her plump, cherry-pink lips glisten with some shit she’s put on. Probably something mother brought home from the store. “You have to come with me.”

I really shouldn’t.

Perhaps I can just tell her no.

But the way her lower lip trembles, I know I can’t refuse her. She’s my weakness and my strength all wrapped up in one beautiful package. Her hair, even though it’s knotted from her not brushing it this morning, is the perfect color of spun gold. Her heart-shaped face is smooth, with pink, apple cheeks and a button nose.

Her eyes, a Cornish blue that seem to hold secrets and stories, always capture me

when I need her most. But it’s the way she loves me. It’s pure. There’s no understanding in her mind at how wrong this truly is.

I need to run.

I need to escape.

But how can I leave the one thing I love most in this world?

“Please?” she pleads again, but before I have time to respond, she’s tugging at her tunic and pulling it over her head. The white material flutters to the ground, and soon I’m met with the slight curves of Ginnie’s exquisite body.

Her tits are a little less than a handful with perky, rosy nipples. Her stomach isn’t perfectly flat, but I want to lie my head on it and sleep for days. Her thighs, calves, and feet are smooth and blemish free.

My gaze lands on the one place that makes my mouth water, and I’m met with the fluff of golden blonde curls that are slowly starting to show me just how much of a woman she really is.

Fuck, I want to bury my face between her thighs and lick and suck and taste her until she’s pulling my hair and screaming my name. Until she’s shuddering and trembling. And I want to drink her. To savor those sweet juices.

Fucking perfect.

Every goddamn inch of her.

She’s a siren, a goddess, and I’m her fucking slave

He smiles down at me for a moment, and I’m sure he’s going to tell me I’m pretty, but his face falls, and he rakes his fingers through his hair in frustration. Trenton turns away, glancing behind him at the house, before he looks back at me again.

“One swim, that’s it,” he tells me finally, causing my heart to pitter-patter in my chest. I’ve never been nervous around him, but for some reason, since my birthday a few days ago, he’s been acting strangely. Maybe it’s because we kissed that morning.

I nod. “Okay.” Turning away, I head to the swimming hole and dip my feet in. There’s a slope which I shimmy down into the warm water that’s as dark as the black tea papa drinks.

I wade out to the center and turn to find Trenton standing there naked. His body has filled out. His shoulders are wider, his hips tapering off into a slim waist. And his muscles are toned in ways that makes me think about boys in magazines I’ve seen.

Between his thighs is the one thing I’ve felt against me so many times but never once touched. It’s not hard now, but I know the moment it is, it’s big. A shiver trickles down my spine.

“Enjoying the view, Ginnie?” Trenton mutters with a grin on his perfect face. He’s so handsome. I’m sure if he were to go into town, he’d no doubt have a girlfriend.