A Rebel Captive (8 page)

Olivia instinctually leaned into Cole’s leg.  He was about to push her back into the correct position, but looked to where she was staring and didn’t.  Instead, he gently pressed his hand against her head, allowing her to further lean against him while turning her face away from the library.  He started stroking her hair again, rubbing her scalp and hoped he was putting her at ease. 

She stayed there for a long time, accepting the comfort he offered and wondering if she’d gone crazy, wanting him to touch her.  She wrapped an arm around his leg and curled into him more.  His strokes caused little quivers of pleasure to run through her body and her thoughts drifted to a new question. Why did no one else’s touch cause such a reaction?  She couldn’t understand how someone could create such fear and yet such soothing and longing all in a single touch.  She considered him her protector and felt the need for closeness.  The pleasure and comfort slowly lulled her to sleep like a cat in its master’s lap.

Cole couldn’t believe she was softly slumbering against him.  One of her arms was wrapped around his leg while the other rested on his knee.  Her head pressed against his thigh and he could feel her hot pulses of breath.  He wished they were alone, that he could pull her onto his lap and wake her slowly with some illicit strokes.  The last representative shook his hand and wished him a good night, smirking at Olivia before he left. 

Cole cracked his knuckles and stretched his arms; these meetings always wore him out.  All the talk of struggle, of rebel gorilla soldiers ransacking his towns, of death and hunger and pain, it drove him mad.  He was powerless to stop the war and that made him feel worthless.  All he could do was send more Republic soldiers to guard the villages and help rebuild the damage.  He put in an order for some of the fort’s own food supplies to be sent to the people in need.  He’d done all he could to help his people for the day and now, he was ready to relax, to take a break from his duties – if there really was such a thing as a break. 

He smiled down at Olivia, pleased with how well she behaved, even if she was asleep for a portion of the time.  The session successfully sent the right message and he’d been correct to bring her.  His representatives would go back to their zones and speak assuredly of the Republic’s strength.  They’d tell people the daughter of one of the rebellion’s most powerful leaders sat subserviently at Cole’s feet or even better, slept peacefully curled up against her captor.  He gently shook her. 

“Livie, wake up, my pet.” Before he used the term to annoy her, but now the endearment was growing on him. 

She slowly woke up, blinking back sleep, and looked up at him.  His smile deepened and he leaned down, brushing his lips across hers. 

“You did well, sweet Livie,” he murmured against her mouth.  “Let’s go get you some dinner.” 

He helped her stand up and took her hand, making sure to walk at her pace as they headed back to his room.  Dinner was waiting for them and he told her to start eating as he shuffled through some papers at his desk before walking over to her.  He knelt down at her feel and untied her sandals, taking the opportunity to softly stroke her bare skin in the process.  She froze as he removed her shoes.  It was such an oddly tender action and she didn’t know what to make of it.

Cole settled into his seat and uncorked the bottle of red wine that accompanied their dinner.  Pouring her a hefty glass, he smirked.  Wine was rationed in most Districts, mainly available to military personnel and the very wealthy.  The common people had access to cheaply made corn and potato based liquors or attempted to make their own spirits and wines.  She accepted the glass with little need of encouragement and took a healthy sip, enjoying the quality vintage.  They ate a hearty beef stew in silence for a few minutes before he decided to change his tactics with her.  He talked to her about his life, what it was like being a child of a lord, running around a fort causing mischief.  He told her of lighting fire crackers off in the kitchen and the cook marching him through the fort, straight to his father’s office, holding him painfully by the ear the entire way.                

He kept a hand on her knee, gently caressing her.  He watched her eat her dinner with such relief and satisfaction; he thought she might lick her fingers and the plate when she was done.  He hoped she would hunger for him in such a way, one day.  He kept talking, moving on to his teenage years and training as a soldier for the Republic.  He told her about getting drunk for the first time with a fellow soldier and missing their shift as guards because the horrid, cheap, liquor made them violently sick.  The ensuing punishment was far worse than the initial embarrassment of getting caught.  He told her about scrubbing the mess hall with a toothbrush while wildly hung-over.  Both events were probably some of the most embarrassing moments of his life and he gladly told her the stories, repeatedly topping off her wine in the process.

He felt silly talking incessantly, but could tell it kept her at ease.  She listened to him while savoring eating for the first time that day.  She dipped a crusty piece of bread in her stew and nibbled on it, finding herself enjoying hearing about his youth.  It made him seem more human and less of an overpowering force.  Her skin burned softy where his hand rested on her leg.  If she didn’t know any better this could’ve been a perfectly normal first date. 

After dinner, he moved them to the living room.  The wine made her a little unsteady on her feet.  He sprawled across the couch then pulled her down between his legs and rested her back against his chest.  Her head fit perfectly against his shoulder.  Reaching for the remote control, Cole pressed a button and a wall panel pulled back revealing a TV. 

“After a soul sucking day of sessions, I like to sit back and do something mindless like watch a movie, does that sound good?”  He started flipping through TV channels. 

“Yes, my lord,” she said, holding herself stiffly against him. 

Bide you time, make him happy, and always look for a way to escape,
she thought, but too much of his body was in contact with hers.  He rested his hand and remote against her hip, still channel surfing.  His other hand went to her stomach, pressing her further against him.  She wanted to scamper away, curl up on the other end of the couch, keeping herself away from his touch.  But she was tired and feeling sluggish after two helpings of stew, her body growing heavy.  He was hard and muscular, but warm and she felt herself unintentionally sinking into him. 

Settling on a ‘who done it’ thriller, Cole tossed the remote on the coffee table, but not before pressing a button to turn off the lights and another that caused the fireplace to roar to life.  She would’ve been happy to watch anything.  For one, TVs were a luxury in her District, a luxury she couldn’t afford and second it meant he’d leave her be.  There’d be no stripping away clothing, no violation of her most private parts, and no forced orgasms, hopefully. 

The darkness was like a blanket, shielding her from her circumstances.  After a while, her body slowly began to relax against his, she even shifted a little, getting comfortable and snuggling deeper against him.  She liked the movie and wanted to pay closer attention to it, but Cole’s hands started to softly stroke her hip, her stomach, her arms.  She felt like he was everywhere, engulfing her.  He lightly pressed his face against the top of her head and breathed her in.  The light, playful, touch of his fingers felt like such a perversion of intimacy.  Her body hummed with sensation and she knew she should pull away, stiffen and reject his subtle exploration of her body, but instead, she melted deeper against him.

She turned, so her chest was against his, her head rested just below his chin, and she pressed her hand to his chest, her thumb absently brushing back and forth across him.  He continued to gently touch her, stroking her back, making her want to arch and moan in delight, but he made no further move.  At one point the movie made her jump, she’d always been jumpy when it came to scary movies.  She startled and clung to him, burying her face in his chest.  He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her.  There was something about the way his chest rumbled when he laughed that made her blush. 

He kept his arms around her, holding her to his chest.  With her curled up against him so open and soft, Cole wished the movie would go on for hours.  He found her jumpy reaction so cute and vulnerable, it made him playful.  So when he felt her tense slightly as the movie’s suspense grew again he couldn’t help himself.  He jerked his arms, making her yelp and press into him again.  She stayed like that for a moment before looking up at him, her eyes narrowed in annoyance. 

“What a little scaredy cat,” he laughed as she made an indignant sound and lightly smacked him on the chest.  

Cole couldn’t help, but laugh even louder and gently pressed her head back down to rest against him.  This was how he wished it could be between them all the time.  After a while, the warmth of the fire and Cole’s soft stroking lulled her to sleep.  She tried to stay awake, but she was emotionally exhausted and utterly satiated.  He continued to touch her, enjoying the softness of her skin and the gentle pressure of her body against his.  The movie ended and he didn’t hesitate to put another one on, not that he was paying any real attention, it was an excuse to stay like that a little longer.  About half way through the movie Olivia started to mew.  She shifted against him, her hand curling into his shirt. 

“No,” she moaned, shaking her head.  Her breathing became heavy and frantic.  “No,” her voice grew louder, more terrified. 

Cole wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her, but she started to shake even more.  “Don’t let them,” she begged into his chest. 

“Wake up.” He shook her. “Livie, wake up.  It’s okay, I’ve got you.” She jerked awake, gasping.

She looked at him, her face a mask of confusion and fright.  “What were you dreaming about?” he asked her.

Shaking her head, Olivia seemed to be whipping away the dream itself.  “Nothing.”

His arms tightened around her. “Olivia.”

She pressed her forehead against his chest, refusing to look at him. “I dreamt you gave me to the soldiers.  They were beating me.”

There was silence for a few moments.  “Is this the same dream you had the other night?”

She nodded into his chest.  His arms tightened around her, he was lifting her up off the couch and carrying her into the bedroom.  The quick movement caught her off-guard and she instinctually wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck.  With the skirt of her dress lifted up and her legs around him, she was open, her hot center pressed against him and he knew this was it, he couldn’t hold back anymore.  He lowered her onto the bed and yanked her dress up over her head, trapping her hands in the fabric.  Olivia started to struggle against him, tried to pull her hands free, but he just pushed her hands over her head and pressed them to the mattress.  She was stretched out underneath him in nothing more than her black bra and panties. 

“Don’t do this,” she cried squirming. 

She started to beg him to stop, but he stifled her protests with his lips.  His free hand stroked her naked flesh.  Her lips stayed clamped shut and she tried to move her head away, but she was trapped.

“What?  You don’t want to open up for me again?” he asked against her lips before moving to her neck, licking and biting against her skin. 

He wanted to show her all that he couldn’t tell her, demonstrate just how much he wanted her.  His tongue was causing her skin to burn and she jerked her shoulders, trying to get him off of her.  She stilled when she felt his fingers hook into her panties and pull them down.  He slid his fingers between her lower lips and she cried out, trying to move away from him. 

“If you keep struggling, I’ll bind your hands and feet and once I’m done fucking you - I’ll leave you that way all night.”

She stopped moving, hating the idea of being bound for even a moment let alone hours.  Cole slipped a finger inside her and Olivia whimpered, desperately wanting to dislodge him.  His lips returned to her neck, shoulders, and collarbone while his finger began to slowly thrust in and out of her.  He released her hands, but warned her.

“If you move your hands, you’ll
deeply
regret it.” He emphasized the word ‘deeply.’  

His now free hand went to unclasp her bra and pulled it up her arms, trapping it in her dress.  He took a nipple between his lips and bit down softly.  She moaned while using all of her self-control to stay still.  Pleasure pulsed through her as he alternated between nipping and sucking at her breasts.  He inserted a second finger into her.  With his thumb pressed against her clit and his fingers stroking inside her, he was hitting all of her nerve centers and she couldn’t hold back her rising pleasure.

“You’ll cum for me, Livie,” he growled against her nipple. 

He was right; she could feel her orgasm building.  She bit her lip, hard, trying to focus on a different sensation, but he started flicking her nub and the fight was over.  Her body trembled as she came, her muscles contracting around his fingers, and she couldn’t hold back a loud moan. 

“That was fast, my little pet,” he chuckled. 

Taking advantage of her distracted state, Cole quickly undressed.  He returned to her, spreading her legs, and smiled as he felt her body start to tremble at his touch.  It was the first time she was able to see him completely naked.  He was still built like a soldier; muscular, broad shoulders framed a well-defined stomach and trim waist.  She wanted to run her fingers along his stomach.  He pulled her legs farther apart and moved to press his erection against her opening.  Feeling him stroke his member up and down her folds, Olivia couldn’t help, but react.  She jerked her hands up, wanting to push him away.  He expected it and pressed her back down, using the motion to slowly push the tip of his cock into her. 

“No, please stop,” she cried, but her protesting quickly changed to panting as he entered her.

“Olivia.  You’re so tight.  So fucking good,” he said between gritted teeth.

He grunted, struggling to be gentle with her.  Inch by inch, he pushed into her, loving the way she squirmed trying to accommodate him.  When he was fully inside her he stopped, giving her a moment to adjust to his large size and taking the time to enjoy the feel of finally being buried deep in her pussy.  When he started to slowly pull out of her, she released a soft cry, his hot, incredibly hard member had her feeling so very full that his retreat felt like a substantial loss.  He pulled all the way out and again slowly pushed back into her.  She was so slick he moved in her with ease.  Her body throbbed with tension and licks of pleasure.