Emerald (Steele Investigations) (15 page)

 
He also runs an extremely successful pedophile ring.

There are indications that he also is involved with or
runs a stable.

Extremely successful pedophile ring.

Extremely successful pedophile ring.

I feel my blood begin to boil as the words swirl around in
my mind.  I’m so angry.  So fucking angry.

I slide off my stool and begin to pace.  My jaw is clenched
so hard it might break.  My body is wound so tight it may snap.  My fists are
clenched into balls so hard they are white with purple splotches.

“That motherfucking asshole,” I seethe.

“All my fucking life. 
All my fucking life
.  I never
made a friend. Ever.  I never, ever wanted another person to go through what he
was doing to me.  He drummed it into me.  Over and over. 
Private stuff
stays private, my little Pony.  Don’t tell anyone our special secrets.  If you
tell your friends, Daddy will have to have them over to the house and teach
them some tricks.  You want to make Daddy happy don’t you, Pony?  Make sure
private things stay private.  It’s our special secret.  No one else can know. 
You tell anyone, Daddy will get angry.  You want a happy Daddy, so don’t do
anything that will him angry.
  I kept his fucking secrets.  I never made a
friend.  I never told anyone what he did to me.”  I’m shouting by the end of my
rant.  A rant that doesn’t really make sense.  Words are just spinning in my
mind like the spin cycle of a washing machine.  If I was taking notice, I would
have seen Travis’s body grow as tight as mine.  If I was taking notice, I would
have seen that his jaw and fists were a perfect match of mine.  But I wasn’t
taking notice.  I couldn’t focus on anything.  I felt betrayed.  I felt sick. 
My heart was breaking for god knows how many other girls and women out there
under my father’s thumb.

I feel Travis’s strong arms envelope in a tight embrace.  I
don’t hug him back but I don’t need to.  He holds me firm and strong.  Slowly
then tension eases from my body and I begin to sob.  I sob for the little girl
I was whose father didn’t protect her; instead he violated her.  I sobbed for
the childhood I never had.  Until that moment I never really realized how much
it affected me, deep down, to grow up sans friends.  “I never told anyone.  I
never told anyone.”  I sob repeated and incoherent words into his chest.

Finally my tears subside and I look up into Travis’s
concerned eyes.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” I lie.

“You’re not okay.” He states quietly.

“Can we lay down for a little bit?” I ask softly.

He doesn’t answer, just nods once, and leads me down to his
bedroom with one arm firmly wrapped around my waist.  I walk to the side of the
bed and climb in on, scooting myself over into the middle.

“Do you have music?”  He nods, “can we listen to some?”
Another nod.  He leaves the room and I lie on my back in the middle of the bed
and try not to think of the filth that I was made from.  I need to listen to
music.  Music has always been there for me through my life.  When I was younger,
I used to imagine that the song lyrics were conversations between my friends
and me.  Or, that the singer was my best friend and she was singing only to me.

Travis returns with an iPod and dock and sets it up on his
night stand. 

“Anything in particular you want to listen to?” he asks.

“Anything is fine,” I answer

He presses a button and climbs in beside me, pulling me into
him and tucking me tight up against his side.  I rest my head over his heart
and my arm across his belly.  The sound of Reef seeps softly from the speakers
as I lie safe in his arms.

Oh place your hands, on my
hope,
Run your fingers through my soul,
And the way that I feel right now,
Oh Lord it may go.

We lay like that, in each other’s arms for who knows how
long.  , Meatloaf has sung about how he would do anything for love and Shania
Twain has sung From This Moment On.  When a song I don’t recognize filters
through the room, I turn my head up and find Travis looking down at me, his
hands softly threading through my hair.  I lean up and kiss him softly on the
lips.  He doesn’t make a move to deepen the kiss, he just takes what I’m
giving.  I climb up on him and straddle his lips then I lean down and kiss him
again, this time deeper.  His hands grip at my hips and his tongue traces my lower
lip before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it.  I moan into his mouth
and rock my hips against his growing erection.

“Jemma,” he pulls away.

“Please, Travis.  I want this.  I
need
this.  I need
you to make me forget. Consume me.  Just make me forget,” I whisper.

He flips me onto my back and pushes himself against me.  I
raise my hips to meet his and he leans into consume me in a kiss.  He works his
way down, systematically kissing, sucking and nibbling as he goes down toward
my nipples.  He reaches for the hem of my shirt and whips it over my head. 
Tugging down the up of my bra it pushes my breasts up to meet his mouth and he
doesn’t delay in taking one into his mouth and sucking. 
Hard.
  My back
arches and I moan deep in my throat.

“Yes,” I breathe.

He works each of my nipples in turn before roughly pulling
my pants down.  Then his hands are between my legs.  He teasingly runs his
fingers up and down between my folds.  I groan when he finally inserts a finger
inside me and his thumb moves up to circle my clit.

“Honey,” I moan

“So wet for me, Jemma.  This is mine.  Only mine,” he growls
as works his finger faster, then he adds another one and the thumb at my clit
becomes his mouth.  Goosebumps cover my body and I start to get really hot.  My
legs tense and I writhe on the bed as my orgasm over takes my body and I
shudder underneath him.

“Travis,” my voice sounds shrill as my body convulses and my
hands grip Travis’s head to keep him in place as my hips buck against his face.

When my body goes lax, he rises up over me and kisses me
deep.  I can taste myself on him and mixed with him, it tastes
great.
 

He quickly rolls a condom on and then he’s right there.  He
slowly sinks inside of me and we begin to move.  I vaguely hear Lady Antebellum
playing in the background while we make love.

I know that the bridges
that I've burned
Along the way
Have left me with these walls and these scars
That won't go away
And opening up has always been the hardest thing
Until you came

So lay here beside me just hold me and don’t let go
This feelin’ I’m feelin’ is somethin’ I’ve never known
And I just can’t take my eyes off you
And I just can’t take my eyes off you

******

“Babe, we gotta talk about earlier,” Travis interrupts the
post coital relaxation thing I have going on to remind me about a conversation
I’d rather forget.  I roll my eyes skyward and mutter, “Nope.”

“Babe, gotta say, your reaction, shuttin’ down, closin’ off,
I know what you gotta do.  Your reaction alone tells me you couldn’t sleep
beside me at night knowin’ that I brought your father down, which means you’re
goin’ to the police. Make a statement. Let them handle it. Carry on with your
life until such time comes as they need you for further inquiries or to
testify.”

I sigh.  I know what I have to do.  Never in my life would I
have gone to the police and pressed charges if I was the only one.  But with Travis
and Carl nosing around I’ve come to find I’m not and never was the only one. 
My father and his minions deserve to pay.  I don’t want anyone else getting
hurt at the hands of my sick excuse for a parent. 

“I’ll ring my guy on the force and set up an appointment. 
We’ll go down together.  You want me in there with you, I will.  You want me
outside – that’s cool too.  It’s your call, baby.  I know this is hard for
you.  You’re gonna have to relive shit you never wanted to think about again
and that fuckin’ kills me.  The bastards gotta pay though, and know this, eyes
on me Jemma.”  I bring my eyes up to meet his and then he continues, “I’ll be
there for you, mama, every step of the way.”  He says the last bit gently and
his face softens.

Even with everything that’s going on, my heart swells for
him.  I feel pain for him because he’s feeling bad for me, that I have to go
through with this.  I wish I could take away his hurt, but I can’t.  I can try
to make it easier on him though. 

“Okay, honey.  Ring your guy.”

He nods once and leans down to tag me in a hug and place a
kiss on my forehead.  Then he walks to the bench, grabs his phone and begins to
scroll through the numbers.  “Trav?  I’ll leave it up to you, whether you want
to be in there with me.”

His gaze roams my face, searching, before it settles back on
my eyes, he nods once and gives me a small smile, which I return.  Then he
calls his guy.

“He’ll meet us at seven tonight,” Travis informs when he
flips his phone shut.

“Okay.  I finish work at five thirty, so should I meet you
at the station?” I ask, mentally wondering whether there’s a bus close to the
shop that goes near the police station. 

“No, I’ll pick you up, take you there.  Tonight your ass is
back here in my bed.  Tomorrow night is the concert; we’ll stay at your place.”

O-kay

“So, I guess this isn’t a one-time thing?” I ask hesitantly

He raises his eyebrow and his lips twitch.

“Mama,” he shakes his head, clearly amused. 

“It’s just that … I thought …Well, I just thought if I could
make enough memories with you in the short time I allowed myself to be selfish
and have you, that it would get me through the rest of my life alone.  But you’re
just so damned hard to shake off,” I feign annoyance at the end.

“First, let’s talk about you allowing yourself to be selfish
and what the fuck that’s about.  Jemma, you haven’t got a selfish bone in your
pretty fuckin’ body.  Clear?”  I nod my head at his hard tone, even though I’m
not sure he’s clear.  “Second,” he continues, walking toward me and grabbing me
around the waist before dipping his head so he’s level with me, “You don’t seem
to be complaining about shakin’ me off when I’m
getting
you off.”  He
grins at me, his eyes shining with humor.

“Well, you don’t fight fair,” I snap.

“Mmm, I’ll show you how not fighting fair,” he rumbles.

Then his fingers find purchase near my ribs and he begins to
tickle me.  I scream and struggle against him all the while laughing
uncontrollably.  Tears stream down my face and I collapse to the floor, hoping
he will give me a reprieve.  He doesn’t.  He simply follows me down and tickles
me relentlessly.  In the end I even snort. 
Snort!

“Say, mercy,”

“Mercy,” I shout through a hiccough and a snort.

“Say, Travis fights fair,”

“No,” I giggle and squirm trying to slide along the floor to
escape.

“Say, Travis fights fair,” he repeats, tickling me harder.

“Travis … fights … fair,” I finally splutter out amongst
more snorts.

He stops tickling me and starts to gently rub my ribs.

“You’re mean,” I mutter

“You loved it,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead and down my
cheek.

“Did not,” I say just to save face.  Because I do love it.
I’ve never laughed so much in my life. 

“I did,” he flexes his hips into the side of my leg and I
feel just how much he loved our game.

Hmm, I think I should dish out some revenge.  Planting my
foot, I roll to my side and climb on top of him.  Then I begin kissing his bare
chest, down to his perfect man-nipples where I take one in my mouth and lave it
with my tongue and gently scrape it with my teeth.  Then I kiss up his neck and
boldly run my tongue from his jaw up to his ear.

“What’re doin’?”  He asks, his voice husky.

“Playing,” I whisper in his ear in what I hope is a
seductive voice.

He thrusts his hips up and grinds against me in reply.  He
likes my playing.

I kiss and lick my way down to waist of his shorts before I
tug them down.  His cock springs free and I lick my lips.  Thick and long with
a plump, shiny head and a small drop of dew sitting on top – it looks
delicious.  I take my hand and grip him around the base, slowly moving my hand
up and down.  I lean down and swirl my tongue around his ball sack before
coming up and running my tongue over the tip of his erection.  I taste the
salty tang of his essence on my tongue, and I want more.  I slowly lick up and
down his shaft before taking him into my mouth as far as I can.  I grip the
base tighter and move my hand in sequence with my mouth.

“Fuck, yeah, baby.  Suck my cock. 
Fuck.”
  He grunts
and hisses as I work him with my mouth, his hips lifting to meet my rhythm.

“Jemma, baby.  I’m gonna come.  You don’t want it in your
mouth, you better move,’ he says urgently.

I keep sucking and licking.  I want all of him.  I want to
taste him in my mouth all day.  A reminder of the best morning I’ve ever had,
despite the dark cloud of my father hanging over us, Travis still made me laugh
more than I ever have in my life.

He stiffens, then groans and I feel spurt after spurt of his
come hit the back of my throat.  I swallow it down quickly and then lick my way
back up his shaft and then place a small kiss on top.

He pulls me up his body and swiftly kisses my mouth.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“Babe, I should be thanking you, after that,” he smirks.

“No, I mean -,”

“I know what you meant, mama.  And you’re welcome.” He says
softly.  “Why don’t you sleep well when I’m not with you?”  He asks in the same
soft voice.

I sigh, then answer, “Most night I don’t get a lot of
sleep.  I wake up with nightmares or the onset of an anxiety attack.  When I’m
with you though, for some reason I get a full night of uninterrupted sleep.”