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It started like any other day, you slipped on a yellow sun dress and a pair of white sneakers, threw your hair in a ponytail and began the escape. Brandt was getting used to your usual ploys, meaning you would have to come up with new ones at a moments notice. Today was no exception. The goon who usually guards your door at this time had a habit of falling asleep, especially after being offered an edible disguised as some delicious baked good, something you'd gotten very good at and you were very persuasive at getting him to try your latest concoction. However when you opened your bedroom door today, you were met by an entirely different goon and this one would not give you an ounce of attention, even threatening to call Brandt if you continued talking to him, so you backed off and that's how you ended up clinging to the side of the building after climbing out of your window. It wasn't too difficult, shimmy across, jump down at the veranda, tiptoe across to the side of the house, jump down onto a car roof, avoid being seen by the annoyingly high number of gangsters hanging around.
Sometimes you would run straight for shelter, the locals in Glass Keys were good to you, they'd hide you in various places when they could even though it could get them hurt and knowing that you would always end up back in your prison, but the relief of one night, one hour, even one minute of escape, of freedom made them and you very happy and there was comfort in that for the whole community. Brandt would be furious with you of course, awarding you with yet another scar to add to the growing collection hidden beneath your clothes. A stab here, a punch there, it was never enough to deter you, it never will be.
Tonight you had set your sights on The Road House, in desperate need of a drink. Frankie was always good to you there and if you managed to stay long enough without being caught she'd let you sleep on The Boat. They never looked for you there, why would they? Brandts precious princess would never sleep somewhere so run down and dirty, so he thought anyway.
You were perched on a bar stool near the pool tables, enjoying a neat vodka when you heard a commotion behind you. Dell and his gang had come in and began smashing things on their way over to you, making a big show of it as usual.
"Wow, 2 hours this time, you guys are really bad at this." You smirked into your vodka glass.
You could feel their presence behind you, the escape was over for another day, you wondered what punishment you would receive today but more importantly you wondered what punishment these assholes would receive for letting you slip. That part made you smile. Spinning around on your stool you turned to face them finally.
"Come with us now!" Dell demanded angrily, clutching at a snapped pool cue.
"I think I'll finish my drink first." You replied smugly, pulling your drink close for another drawn out sip.
"We aren't fucking around." He spat, the vein in his head popping with fury.
"What are you gonna do." You laughed, knowing that any attempt to touch you or hurt you would result in them signing their own death certificates.
"You either come now, or we'll burn down this fucking bar and everyone in it, comprende?" Dell spat once more.
Knowing fully well that they meant every word, you were about to comply when a large muscular body shrouded in a Hawaiian shirt stepped infront of yours, blocking your view of the goons.
"The lady said she doesn't want to leave." Said the sultry voice of the stranger. He clearly doesn't know how things work around here.
"Hey, new guy." You said sweetly, placing your hand on a very structured fore arm as you pulled the man's attention to you.
Your eyes locked for the first time and you would be lying if you said your heart didn't jump a little as you set your eyes on him. Something you hadn't felt in a very long time.
"It's fine." You continued, "They'll hurt you, don't worry about it. I'll get going."
"I'm not worried." He replied with a smile, causing a confused look to spread across your face as he turned his attention back to the gang.
"Are those your bikes outside?" He asked, clearly confusing the goons in a way I've never seen before.
On receiving their answer the man headed outside the bar in the direction of the bikes, swiftly followed by Dell and his men all shouting profanities.
"Who the hell is that?" You asked Laura over the bar.
"That's Dalton, the new bouncer." She replied, "He's badass."
Your curiosity peaked and so you followed the crowd out into the parking lot just in the time to watch a hilarious onslaught of violence onto Dell and his men that left them crying on the floor. You couldn't help but laugh out loud at the scene before you.
"Yeah, I think I'll stay for another drink." You laughed loudly causing a grumbled moan from Dell.
Dalton then proceeded to bundle them all into a car and ferry them away in the direction of the hospital, leaving the bar completely buzzing with gossip and laughter.
It was all anyone would talk about for the next hour or so as you slammed back another few drinks, enjoying the additional freedom you had been given for the evening.
You decided you should thank Dalton, it was the first time anyone had successfully stood up for you without ending up injured themselves. Frankie told you he was staying out on the boat and so you took yourself over there and sat yourself on a box on the dock, while you waited for Dalton to return.
You hadn't been waiting long when Dalton's voice drew you from your thoughts and you looked up to see him smiling down at you with a puzzled look on his face.
"Uh...hi.." Dalton said.
"Hey new guy." You smiled, jumping off of the box to stand a foot or so Infront of him. "I just wanted to thank you for standing up for me. You didn't have to do that."
"AHH it was nuthin." He chuffed.
Silence fell over you as you both just looked at one another, your heart began beating, your palms were dripping. You wondered if he felt it too, the thickness in the air.
"Okay, well, errr...anyway.." You began nervously, breaking the silence at last. " Thank you. Again...It was nice to meet you."
Gathering your composure you looked towards the floor and walked past him in the direction of the shore. Your arms lightly brushing one another's as you passed him.
"Do you want a drink?" Dalton asked causing you to turn on your heel. He was smiling down at you once more, with that reassuring calm smile.
"Yeah...that would be nice." You replied nervously.
You sat down on the deck of the boat on one of the rickity chairs that had been there for years. Dalton grabbed a bottle of vodka from inside and joined you, swiftly pouring two glasses and sliding one over to you.
"So I hear you're a local celebrity then", Dalton teased with a smirk.
"More of a local pity case." You returned before taking a sip of my drink. Your eyes made contact with Dalton's and your stomach practically somersaulted. You knew this was dangerous, you shouldn't be here.
After a couple more drinks and small talk, you decided it was probably time to leave, the buzz in your brain getting louder as the alcohol hit you.
"I should probably get going." You announced shakily, pulling yourself up from the seat, "Gotta go find somewhere to sleep for the night before I'm dragged back to Brandt tomorrow."
"You can stay here." He smirked, causing your heart to race at the thought.
"Thank you but i know there's not much space here, we'd be on top of eachother." I breathed nervously.
"I don't mind." He smiled once more, "I can keep my hands to myself."
You were hit by the drunken haze and the aching this man was causing between your legs.
"I don't want you to keep your hands to yourself." You practically moaned through a drawn out breath, staring down at him.
He stood from his seat, placing his hand in yours before leading you inside the boathouse.
As soon as you breached the threshold he was on you, his hand holding your face as he kissed you firmly, smiling into it. You slipped your hands onto the cotton shirt, gripping lightly as you pulled him into your mouth deeper, allowing his tongue entrance to mix with your own as both of your vodka flavoured breath mixed into one. You felt a tightening in your core, it had been so long since you had felt this way. Sex with Brandt was unwanted and a chore that you had to endure, it felt nothing like this.
Dalton's free hand slid up over your hip, bunching his fingers at the fabric.
In a moment of blind panic, you pulled back from the kiss, panting heavily.
"We....you could get hurt..." You managed to squeeze out through the pants.
His fingers slipped to your chin, tilting your face back up to him.
"I'm not worried about that." He chuckled so non-chalauntly, it almost made your own worries melt away at how calm he was. "But if you want me to stop..."
You looked at him for a few moments, searching his eyes for a tiny fragment of fear, of regret, but you were met with none and that was enough for you to push yourself back into him, giving into to your desires.
Your tongues began working together once more, reigniting the flame in your abdomen. You couldn't believe how turned on you were from his kiss alone.
Dalton placed both his hands on your hips, gripping firmly as he held your body as close to his as possible. You began fumbling around with your fingers, locating the buttons on his shirt and undoing them one at a time until you were able to slip it off over his shoulders.
Your hands came back down on his chest, feeling his muscular torse beneath your palms, he was chiseled to perfection, like he was crafted by the gods themselves.
You felt Dalton's hands slip around over your ass and he began gripping firmly, massaging over every inch as he explored it, causing you to whimper into his mouth.
He detached himself from your lips as you panted.
"You're so fucking pretty." He smiled before connecting his mouth to your jaw, kiss and sucking at the skin before working his way down towards your neck where he began to nip softly between the kisses.
His hands slipped down and clutched the rim of your sundress, tugging at it until he was able to slip it over your head before resuming his previous position.
You were panting heavily, feeling your cunt clench and throb in arousal as this man caressed and consumed you.
Dalton's large hands slipped around your hips, his thumps gently caressing the rim of your underwear.
You scrambled to find the button of his jeans, the ache in your core making you desperate for him. As you pushed down the rim of his jeans you felt a hand slip down into your underwear.
"Oh shit." You breathed, suddenly overcome with a wave of pleasure as his finger tips gently brushed against your clit. Your head dropped to his shoulder as you allowed it to wash over you, your fingers still hooked into his jeans but your movements stilled as you allowed him to continue.
"You're not used to being taken care of huh?" He breathed against your neck, almost as though he was reading your mind.
"No." You grunted against his body, "Never like...like this." Your pussy was getting wetter by the second as his fingers continued teasing your clit, bringing and orgasm up to the surface.
"Lay down sweetheart." He said softly, releasing his body from your own, the shock of the sudden lack of contact causing you to gasp.
You did as you were asked, backing yourself onto the small cabin bed and laying down before him as he cast his gaze over your body, licking his lips.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good." He smirked before dropping to his knees and grabbing one of your thighs, throwing it over his shoulder as he angled your body outwards.
Before you had time to register what was happening, his head was buried between your thighs, his mouth connecting to your clit, nipping and sucking gently. He lapped his tongue over your clit before trailing it over your wet slit and sliding it between your folds. Then the feast began, he licked and sucked at your needy cunt like he was a starved man and you were the only meal he'd seen in days.
Your head hit the bed and your back arched as each wet dip into your folds sent a shockwave through you, ecstacy building in your abdomen ready to burst.
His hands firmly kneeded at ass as he brought your cunt up as close as possible while he continued his feast.
"Shit, Dalton. Fuck...I'm gonna..." You moaned desperately. Dalton took the hint and greedily nipped at your clit sending you plummeting over the edge. Your legs shook and writhed, while your cunt clenched and he lapped at your opening desperately, taking all you gave him as he rode you through the high.
Once he was satisfied you were through your orgasm he stood up and made quick work removing his jeans and boxers as you watched on breathlessly. His boner sprang free, precum dripping from his tip at the mere sight of you before him.
Without any further hesitation he pulled you up off of the bed and guided you down to the floor of the boat where there was more space. Your back hit the cold hard floor softly before he knelt over the top of you.
"You okay?" He asked as he stared down at you, shocking you slightly. You weren't used to being asked. It was never about you and always about him.
"Yeah." You breathed and you placed your hands around his neck, pulling him down to connect your lips once more.
Dalton pushed your legs apart with his knees, before settling down between your legs, his tip brushing over your mound, making you whine into his mouth.
He took the hint and pressed the tip into your slit firmly, placing his hands on your hips to support the motion, before he slowly pushed in, further and further while you let out muffled moans until he bottom out and released your mouth to let out his own grunt.
"Fuck that feels good." He grunted before connecting his lips to your shoulder and beginning to thrust in and out of you at a torturously slow pace, each time he pulled out his length rubbing against your clit before being pushed all the way in again and hitting your g-spot as it did.
The sensations were almost too much and you gripped onto his back roughly, your nails digging into his skin sure to leave evidence of your meeting as you felt another orgasm bubbling to the surface.
Dalton moaned into your skin as you clawed at his back and he picked up his pace, pounding in to you with all his strength.
"Fuck sweetheart." He groaned before biting down at your neck, you were sure it would leave a mark, one that could get him killed but in that moment you were so wrapped up in him you didn't care.
"Dalton...god...I'm gonna...oh god...." You moaned loudly, lifting your cunt off the floor slightly in attempt to get closer. He pounded into you furiously, hitting deeper than you knew was possible as your vision started to blur. The sounds of panting and slapping skin filling all the space around you.
"Cum sweetheart." He grunted, "Wanna make you feel good."
And you did, you came hard and fast, gripping his cock with your cunt as it clenched and throbbed while you moaned loudly.
"Oh jeez sweetheart...fuck..." He groaned as you felt him release inside of you and his movements became slow and sloppy until he rolled over and collapsed beside you on the floor panting.
Cum was dripping from your hole as he pulled you into him, wrapping an arm around you as you rested your head on his chest.
"You're not going back there." He said through the pants, "I'm going to protect you now."