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Zane Ch. 01

By: TheIncognito



This is part I out this story. Hopefully I can get the next part in this week. Comment and enjoy and if you have any suggestions or tips, lemme know, because this is my first attempt. I promise this first part is a teaser. The second will be a lot more steamier. ;) Enjoy.

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$10,000. That's exactly how much money that Blair, Rodney, and Steph took from the old abandoned convenient store on a dusty road. What luck. They probably found it before a drug deal more than likely. Continuously on the run, this group always hit up small stores in the middle of almost nowhere, where it would take police almost an hour to get to. As if they ever cared. Typically $50 wouldn't even fill up half a tank, so no worries because that's usually how much they collected.

Damn, Blair thought. I completely didn't join this crew for an even more busted up life and robbing damn stores for only thirty bucks and a pack of cigs. But this? Ten grand? HELL YES. 

Even from the age of 8, Blair lived her life in the streets. She always seemed to avoid the drugs, not the druggies, the sex, not the perverts, and the chance to have a decent life. No parents; they left her high and dry to just find a better opportunity to be around drugs. The laughter of a child didn't make a difference. Not that there was much laughter from Blair anyways. "You were a mistake. A slut child. Bye." That was what the letter they left her said. 

With nowhere to go, for years she went from shelter to shelter, stranger to stranger and finally ran away with no clue what to do by the time she was 17. Right before she decided to run away she was kidnapped by a gang known for their ways of torture, but escaped right before she was more than likely going to be killed. After continuously roaming the streets in Texas for about a year, one day she happened to steal just about every man's wallet right from under their noses as they each flirted with her while sitting in an old bar full of drunkards. When she walked away with her purse full of what she hoped was cash, she never knew that a man following the same path watched her steal the wallets with swift movements. It was definitely one of her perfect skills. He ran out behind her.

"Hey! you! Wait up..."  

Oh, shit, Blair though. Either she's getting hit on or arrested. She would definitely not get sent to a crappy jail to get raped my manly women. She acted calm and turned around. "Yeah, what do you want? I'm in a hurry." Her eyes met his and he gasped silently.

Wow, he thought. She is so perfectly sexy. I mean, I've never been so attracted to a girl ever before in my life. Geez, she should be a sin! Blair was very good looking indeed. She had natural long curly hair that was as dark as death. With her baby curls on the sides of her head, up against her caramel skin, it made it bring out her facial features. Her almond shaped eyes complimented her brown tinted irises, too dark to tell that they were brown and almost rode on black along with her lashes that curled up as they touched the crease of her eyelids when her eyes were open. Her face was not too long, high cheekbones that complimented her dimples and her nose that pointed upwards was perfectly shaped from a profile view. Her lips. Oh my, her lips. This man was almost drooling staring at them. They had such fullness yet looked so soft and delectable; kissable and flawless. He never realized that when he took in the time to look at JUST her face, a surmountable amount of time passed. 

 "HELLLO? What the hell do you want, you're wasting my time."  

 "Oh...um...sorry. My name...is...uh..." He snapped out of it finally. "My name is Rodney. I saw what you did in there...pretty impressive." 

 "So what are you going to do? Call the police? I'd kick your ass and your balls by the time they get the call," she retaliated calmly. He wished. Instead, he smirked.

 "Nice. Actually, I wanted you to join me. Well...not in that way, I mean hit up joints and take a few bucks from old bars and stores and shit with my car." He noticed the seriousness in her eyes and by her stance, she was no joke, making Rodney admire her badass-ness. It worked well with her attitude. Guess that eliminated forcing a move upon her. But damn. He had a car? The one thing that she desperately needed had to come from a scrawny boy. But he did seem to hold his place okay. Well, what other choice did she have? She sure as hell wasn't getting anything done walking the roads with barely any food. 

She glanced down...looked up...she had such a poker face. "...Fine...where is the car? I'll join you, but I keep whatever I find. I'll help break into the place, steal some cash, but if we get caught, you're on your own. I don't take too kindly to threats, police, crappy steals, and guys who check me out while making conversation," she replied. That made him look away and he simply just pointed to the car. Blair walked away to the parked car, all rusty and definitely stolen judging by the ripped wires that were used to jump start it. Entering the car, there was a big girl in the back seat just chilling. She looked alert but calmed down after Rodney yelled to her it was okay. Blair plopped down into the front seat, gathering the feel of a car again. It had been such a long time since she sat down like that. 

 "Who are you? Another one of Rodney's bitches?" The girl in the back asked with an attitude. 

 "No."  

 "Well? Then who the hell are you?"  

 "Someone I don't want you or anyone else to know." 

  "Well...you might not be Rodney's bitch. You don't seem like it, but seems like you are mean like one." Blair never responded. "By the way, I'm Steph...I'm someone I want you to know...I'm his bitch."

And that she was, Blair found out after being a part of their crew. Especially nights where they were able to rent out a hotel room. Blair slept on the floor while they went at it like rabbits. Disgusting. Over time, Blair realized that they knew what they were doing. Every now and then they would rob the one store that had a couple hundred while Blair pick pocketed every pocket she could see. Other times, Rodney and Steph would beat up strangers walking by themselves in the night. Other times, the people they beat up wouldn't wake up after being knocked out. But there was never anyone around to find out about it. She never talked about her life to them or talked in general. She thought that she could trust them even though she never shared simple things like her name with them. They ended up calling her "Stormy" after time. Sometimes in the middle of the night she would wake up screaming but would never say what she dreamt about. Strangely, every time she cried from it, it would rain that next day. She was so weird and such a loner, yet could kick your ass in a heartbeat and still looked drop dead gorgeous all the while. 

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Now 20, and having spent 2 years with Steph and Rodney, she was finally glad she stuck around to bust into an old store for ten grand. They were all in the car sitting and talking and Rodney went into a small gas station and came out with three opened beers and put medicine into his pocket. Probably Tylenol or something it looked like.

As he jumped into the car he glanced at Blair and then at Steph.  

"Hell yeah, Steph. I love you for finding that shit rack of store! We are gonna be so rich," he said as he handed out the beers. Blair noticed that he seemed very tense as he gripped the bottles to pass them out but ignored it. 

"Well, it's only fair to split this Rodney, honey," she wryly replied. She glanced back at Rodney. She was never really pretty, Blair concluded. Steph was typically the stereotypical black girl with the whole "big ass, big tit" crap. Whatever. She was nothing but a fire-crotch anyways. What Rodney saw in her, she could never find...oh wait...it was always his dick. Blair thought about that and laughed. It was the first time they ever heard her laugh, let alone speak much. But that all ended after everything started to get blurry in her vision . 

"Hey Rod, I think she's feelin' it."

"Yeah, she's fadin' in real quick," Rodney exclaimed. He leaned into Blair's ear and whispered, "Rule of thumb: Never trust anyone. Not even us. " Those were the last words Blair heard before drifting into a sleep like state. 

It was raining. The drips slowly hit Blair's face as it gradually increased its pounding into the ground. She drunkenly woke up, feeling like she took hard shots one after another. Her mind was running in loops as she stumbled up onto her feet in the dark seeing nothing but the moon as her pupils adjusted to the lack of light. She saw two of everything, confused and scared. Looking up, Blair saw nothing but trees. Where was she? Then her brain snapped. Rodney and Steph...the motherfu...--rumble--...that sounded like Rodney's car. Gaining the will to push herself, Blair took off running in the rain, her feet sinking into the mud, making those sloshing sounds as it was now pouring drops of rain. DAMN IT! DAMN, DAMN, DAMN, she screamed in her head. Twigs and branches scratched her face and arms as she ran through the wooded area only following the sounds of the car as her only guide. Of course they would take the money and just split it for themselves! Never trust anyone. Shit. Too late for that. By the time she found the road , Rodney was far down the road smacking his hand against the side of the car as him arm dangled out the window. The tires screeched as he stepped on the gas. "You Bitch!" Blair screamed as she felt stinging tears fill her eyes. What was she supposed to do now? She definitely didn't know where she was now. When she turned her head to glance at the taillights getting smaller and smaller, she saw her only bag of few items and clothes out the window. "I hope they die," she uttered. "Because if they don't, I will kill them." She had never gotten this urge before to just kill and she didn't like it. The rain wasn't letting up at all, she had no choice but to try to find the nearest house. 

It felt like a few hours had passed. She still walked the rainy road with her bag she picked up. They took almost everything except for her clothes and left her an empty purse. Fuck her life. She saw a police car from a distance and the last thing she wanted was to be captured by a cop and possibly tied to any of the robberies. Hell no, she wasn't going to take all the blame. She dove off into the woods and figured it'd be safer to travel by that than the road. As she continued to walk through the bushes, she felt tired and hungry with barely anymore energy to hold herself up. She dropped her bag into the soggy mud and fell to her knees. Maybe the water will drown me, she thought. Who cares. Just as she started to cry, the storm hardened with thunder clasps. She never noticed the gun that was pointed at her. 

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She laid slouched over onto her stomach as the tranquilizer settled into her bloodstream. She couldn't move or scream. She only saw feet in her eye sight before she once again fell into a sedated state. 

What the hell, he thought as he picked up the girl he shot. He simply pulled out the needle and threw her over his shoulders and grabbed her bag. A number of things went through his mind as he walked, getting pelted by the rain. He figured she was a cop in disguise and he was not going to let them trick him again. He just threw her onto the porch of his cabin, launched deep into the woods where no one knew existed. Pulling his hair back, he opened her bag to rummage through everything to check to make sure nothing was tracking him. Nothing. Shit. Well it has to be on her if it's not in the bag. He picked her up once again and brought her into the dark lit cabin. Blair's clothes were stripped off of her body so fast to get a very thorough body search. If only she was awake to see what was happening, he'd be dead. He looked through her clothes very carefully and when there was nothing but her ragged, naked body, he felt through her hair, her ears, mouth...nothing. Then her parted her legs slowly. He took one finger and slid between her thighs and into her body very carefully to see if a tracking device was inside her body. He twisted his finger slowly inside, feeling her walls to double check. He quickly cursed then pulled out. Great, a random naked girl is in his cabin. He couldn't just throw her back outside. He decided to dry her off and put one of his dry long shirts onto her. He carried her to the couch and tucked her into some warm covers and then retired to bed himself. Tomorrow he'll ask questions. 

Blair jumped up. Then she felt intense pain throughout her body, especially between her legs. She had no idea what had happened. Then she took note that she was in a house with a change of clothes on. She was on her defensive side now and got up when she heard someone walking down the stairs. She ran into what seemed to be a kitchen and on the table was a gun that had just been cleaned. As he got to the bottom step to turn the go into the living room, he noticed she wasn't there. "Shit." He whispered and turned to go grab his jacket. He froze when he heard a click.

"Wait a damn second," Blair easily spoke as she pointed the gun at him. "Who are you and where the hell am I?" He slowly turned to face her and her breath quickened. She took his breath away. He looked her up and down and loved her body from that second. Her hair was still long and curly as it touched the middle of her back, her eyes intently fixed upon him. Her body was slender and she seemed very fit. Her breasts were almost close to falling out of the buttoned up shirt and her legs seemed to go on forever as they stuck out from the bottom. Wow, she looked that good in the morning after getting up and even more sexy in his shirt. He could get used to that. "Hey, white boy! I asked you some questions. Answer them before I blow your balls off Mr."

"Take it easy. Okay? Names Zane. I found you sneaking around last night and I thought you were a cop so I shot you with my tranquilizer, which by the way is the gun you're holding. I found out you were clean so I let you stay inside instead of leaving you out there to die. You should be thanking me. Now, if you put the gun down, I won't hurt you or anything. Let's just talk this out." Blair looked him over and decided he was telling the truth. Zane was very handsome. He had such a built structure about him. His face was a little wide but his features were well proportioned. His nose was medium sized compared to his almost bushy eyebrows. Though his eyes were an icy blue that would make any woman melt, it only made him look even more irresistible with his rugged beard. His dirty blonde hair draped dover one of his eyes as the rest was pushed behind his ears and curvy-like cut off at his shoulders. Apparently, he just got out of the shower, because he nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and his chest glistened with water. With the sunlight coming through the window, it defined his rock hard abs with the happy trail that lead into Nirvana. His thighs and legs were massively built but he didn't have much hair on his legs or it was so blonde that you could barely see it. She exhaled carefully and relaxed the gun out of her grip but kept it in a way where it pointed at him, making the shirt move a little to almost expose her areola. She didn't notice but Zane definitely did.

"My name is Bla...um..Stormy. Sorry for pointing at you. I haven't had a great day. I guess...I owe you a thanks Mr. I'll be on my way soon. I'll just grab my bag from the couch and go."

"No."

"What?"

"You're in no condition to go anywhere. You have a nasty bruise on your arm and a nice cut on your thigh. It's bandaged now, but I need to give you some stitches to patch it up. All your clothes are out on the line drying but you have some fresh clothes waiting upstairs near the bathroom. If you don't stay under the covers, you'll get sick. I gave you a shot to ease the pain, but it'll come back soon. You leave here you're probably going to die." Blair never even noticed the bandage on her leg. God, how could her life get any worse? She didn't have a choice, once again. Of course what he said was entirely true, so Blair gave in. 

"Fine. But don't expect any gracious thanks from me anymore. I'm almost being close to being held here against my will." She dropped the gun back onto the table. Now that she knew that her leg was hurt, she felt the little stings with every step she took. Too much adrenaline really does get rid of some pain. Her leg gave out and she began to fall. Zane reached out just in enough time to catch her. She landed against him with an umph Leaving her body. As a natural reflexes, she wrapped her arms around his neck to break her fall. He raised her up to regain balance and he took in the time to relish this moment of being this close to such seductiveness. Their bodies were close. Too close. Blair started to take in the feel of his abs against her stomach through the shirt and felt the thumping against her pelvis. Slowly but surely she realized it was his erection. To make it seem that she didn't notice she said, "Are you hoping my leg to heal now or are you going to lead me to a couch?" He cleared his throat, 

"Sorry. Yeah, over this way." He definitely had a hard-on now. Here was this sexy girl on him like this with just his shirt on, but he couldn't touch her like that. At least not yet. Zane kept telling himself that she is stranger, but there was something different about her and it had been such a long time since a woman had been in his house. He was a little bit taller than her, but she hobbled to the couch with her arm over his shoulder and his hand on her hip. He would peek some glances down the buttoned shirt hoping to catch a nipple or two, but no luck. Damn it. Blair eased onto the couch and Zane grinned at her. Wow those dimples he had. She noticed how nice he looked when he smiled just like that and dismissed the thought. Must be the medicine. "I'll be right back to get the kit and stitch up that cut Stormy. So don't move. I know these woods better than you, so I'll just catch you, because I need some answers from you." He jumped up to go get dressed and hopefully let his erection fade. Yeah right. As he changed clothes he couldn't keep her body out of his mind. He grabbed her tank top, bra, underwear, and a pair of shorts with some socks that cut off at the ankles even though he'd rather see her hobbling around in his shirt. He readjusted his dick to where it wouldn't show and grabbed the kit as he headed down to the couch. Blair sat with her back against the arm of the couch with one knee pulled up, her right arm resting on it, while she had her left leg stretched out, lifting the bandage out of curiosity. She grunted when the bandage rubbed the wrong and groaned with pain. Though with Zane's ears, he heard it as a sex groan. Maybe the sound she would make when he would smack her ass cheeks bent over the bed. She needed to stop being so sexy. Blair looked over her shoulder kind of disappointed that he put a shirt on. "Here's your clothes Stormy." He tossed it on the table in front of the couch. Zane then lowered to his knees to deal with her wound.

"It kind of hurts," Blair shyly said. 

"I'll be careful, but maybe you should change clothes first or at least some underwear." Oh my God, she never realized how naked she was under the shirt! She grabbed a pillow and placed it on the bottom of the shirt. 

"Oh...um...yeah I'll do that...but can you turn...around?" If blushing could show on a black person, she would be so red! He chuckled and turned away. Grabbing the underwear, swiftly she put it on and then grabbed the bra slid her arms out of the shirt and quickly slipped it on. Zane wanted to look so bad but didn't want to ruin any chance he had with her. She noticed his patience getting the best of him and said, "Hey...I'll just put the rest on later, you can go ahead and stitch my leg first."


Zane Ch. 01



"Great." Great. More time to see you in my shirt. He turned back around and grabbed her leg. His touch sent chills through her body. It was so soft and felt so good. He trailed up to the bandage and carefully unraveled the bandage as he lifted her leg up which in turn made the shirt exposed her bikini underwear. Maybe he shouldn't have brought the clothes and he just would've gotten a glance of her pussy. "So, how old are you? I'm 24."

She hesitated. "20. Should turn 21 soon, but I don't keep up with dates."

"Wow. Nice. So what's your story? How'd you get here?"

"Honestly? I'm a bad girl Zane. Very bad." That did nothing but turn him on more. "I ran with a group for about 2 years until they drugged me up and left me in the rain. They took $10,000 plus my earnings and drove off. I went walking through the woods to avoid the cops. I hate the cops. And I guess that's where I got shot off."

"So you've been running your whole life?" He cleansed her wound and continued stitching. 

"Not my whole life, but for most of it. I'd rather be dead."

"You shouldn't wish that." He snapped back. "You're too beautiful to go out like that." She barely smiled and nodded. That was the first time someone told her she was beautiful and not just sexy. "Well then cops are definitely out of the question for you."

"What about you? Why not take me to the police when you found me? Or to the hospital?"

"Hm. I'm not too popular with the cops myself. Hell, I used to be one. But...I left when they killed a group of teenagers over drugs. 'Self defense' is what they said as an excuse, but that's not true. They said that the kids threw the drugs into a lake and it disappeared. But the cops just took it to smoke for themselves. When I threatened to rat 'em out, I was framed, they pinned a drug deal on me, I get arrested, I leave, and basically if I say two cents about any of it they're going to find their way to make sure I don't. And at the hospital, there is always some form of cops out there. Fuck 'em all." Blair was speechless. At the fact that he was so open to tell her that and the audacity of the people who were supposed to protect the people. He finished up the last of the stitches and taped a patch to it. "There. You're good."

"Oh. Thanks. I'll just...sleep then." 

"Right. I don't have to worry about you leaving?"

"Nah. Besides...I'll need food later." He chuckled at her. Then wondered why when she was defensive she was not near as shy as she was now. Attractive. Zane got up to go to his bed to take another nap himself. And to release.

He shut his door behind him and stripped out of his clothes. Zane then laid down on his bed and closed his eyes. His hands found his way to his dick, throbbing for attention. Stroke...stroke...stroke...stroke...Breathing became a second nature and ecstasy became apparent. His thoughts traced into an imaginary state of sex. He could see it now:

Stormy walking in with just his shirt on and her hair down as she comes near his bed. "Come over here and suck my cock, Stormy. Suck it." She falls to her knees onto the bed and bends down to kiss his thighs, to take her time. He grabs her hair and pulls it back to meet her almond shaped eyes. "I said suck my cock. Teasing me just makes me want to shove my dick into you more." Blair groans and then strokes his dick. His head tilts back and mouth opens as she rocks it back and forth. She traces her tongue onto the head of his prick. Not enough. He grabs her head and pushes it down and his dick goes into her mouth. Not enough. His hips begin to rock into her mouth, pushing deeper and deeper. Not enough. "Suck." And she does. His thumbs feel her cheeks and he can feel his rod through her face. "Oh, fuck." He begins rocking his hips faster now, wanting to cum so bad. "Be a good little girl and swallow it. Swallow it all." She is almost gagging taking him in like this. Her throat has relaxed around him though. He must be a good 9 to 10 inches. "See how much you can fit in that pretty little mouth of yours, baby." His dick so far this time and she gags this time, but doesn't falter. She lifts up and gasps for air and says,

"Let me. Stop what you're doing and let me make you want me more." He groans with pleasure. 

"Oh, honey, you do it so good." She pumps it faster, and faster, and faster and moans through her mouth as she tastes the saltiness of his precum. She grabs the bottom of his shaft and squeezes. "Oh, God...Ugh!...Oh!..." She feels his release and she lets go of the shaft and his muscles tense up and he shakes so hard as the feeling erupts from his stomach to his cum. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Six loads of cum launch down her throat as she sucks him continuously. 

Zane opened his eyes to find his cock limp and pink and his cum all over his stomach and bed. If only, if only. Thank God Stormy was asleep, or she might've thought he was screaming from a bad case of diarrhea. He rose up, dizzy. He had never came so much in his life so hard. He grabbed a washcloth and cleaned up. He wanted to control and dominant her so much more now. And he will. 

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Zane woke up from his nap and headed downstairs without a shirt on, hoping she was still there. Yes! She was. Blair was in the kitchen cooking what smelled like chicken and dumplings. She had changed clothes and she look entirely edible. Zane stared at her from the side. Her tank top curved around her breasts. She had to be a size C at least. Her stomach was flat and her shorts shaped a very nice ass; not too big but big enough to grip when he would have the day to pump into her from behind. She saw him and did a double take. "Why do you stare at me like that?" Wow, she caught him off guard.

"Oh...um...you just remind me of somebody?

"Oh. That's nice...well...sorry I used your food. I got hungry but didn't want to wake you...so...here it is."

"No, no way. I love chicken and dumps. I Haven't had that stuff since I was a kid."

"Yeah?...well...there are few things I remember how to cook..."

"Well, then let's eat."

As they sat and ate in silence at the table, Zane slurped his up quickly. She assumed he liked it, which was good, because that's the only thing she really knew how to make. 

"So...What made you jerk off to me earlier?" She calmly asked. Zane choked on his soup and coughed for a good 15 seconds. Awkward. For him.

"You, uh, heard? Look I'm really sor--"

"It's okay. It happens. Just usually you shouldn't wake the other up...calling out their name." 

"Wow, you really heard all of that? I never knew."

"Anyways, I thought I should head out. I don't want to make this awkward-er-er." Not on his watch. 

"No, I really think you should stay."

"Look, Zane, the pain is fading, I can pretty much walk, and I can't stay here. I have no money, food or clothes to myself to last me anymore than a few days. I have to go."

"Go where, Stormy? To stealing again? To being abandoned by more people in your life?" He snapped back. She stood up, angry.

"You don't know shit about abandonment. And you don't know me! Fuck you." Blair stood up to leave and grabbed her bag and headed for the door. Before she could open it more than an inch, Zane ran up behind her and slammed the door. Hard. She dropped her bag when his body was pressed up against her back. He pressed a little bit harder and whispered into her ear.

"Baby, I know more than you think. And I've been thinking about you all day now. I can read you. You want someone to control you. I can tell by your attitude and the way you react to me. You like it when people get aggressive and try to take control. And I know you're a virgin."

"Fuck you!"

"In due time, Stormy. I've already had my fingers in you. You were so tight. And you know I want more. Call it a one night stand or whatever, but you make it so near impossible." The way he whispered into her ear made her body shake down to her toes. His voice was already deep, but when he whispered, everything near his mouth would tingle and vibrate a little. 

"Get off of me now! What are you going to do? Huh? Rape me?"

"No." He smacked her ass. "But I do want to fuck you until you say you want it." Blair tried to back up and make a run for it, but she only pressed further into his penis and he pressed her back to the door, this time the air leaving her lungs. He was far too strong in this position. He grabbed her arms and put the over her head. 

"No. Please!" Tears were forming.

"Don't cry. I promise I won't do anything to bad. Now what did you hear me say when I was jerking off to you?" She said nothing. He pulled her hand back making it bend at the wrist. It hurt. 

"No...stop...it hurts Zane."

"Then tell me. Or I'll break your fingers one by one...or your wrist." She only began to sob and he made his grip firm.

"You!...You said 'Suck...my cock, Stormy! Please don't hurt me!" He placed little kisses onto her neck and shoulder. Why was this turning her on? She shouldn't be reacting like this. But his kisses were so intoxicating. He slid his hand under her tank top and over her stomach. God, her abs were tight as Zane could trace the outlines of her six-pack, her stomach convulsing with her quick pants. He couldn't help but to slowly grind her from behind. He almost came in pants right there. Her breaths quickened. And he placed his hand over her mound through her shorts. 

"Listen...I won't hurt you. But I will do everything I can to make sure you don't get ahead of yourself to thinking you are all better to just jump and leave. It's dangerous out there in those woods. Stay here for a few days, get better, and I'll let you go. I'll get you everything you need, honey." And more.

"Fine, I'll stay, I'll stay. Just let me go." He released her arms and backed away from her. Blair turned around and punched him in the jaw. Zane stumbled backwards but caught himself and ran towards her and tackled her to the ground. Her was between her legs while her arms were pinned to her sides.

"Let's get one thing straight. My house, my rules. You're my guest so you do as I say." Being rough with her like that was such a turn on. He never met a woman who had such audacity to be so aggressive. Sexy. He smiled at her with those dimples. "Look...Stormy...there is something about you that I can't figure out. Any other woman who did this to me would be kicked out in a heartbeat. But you. There is something about you that makes me want to test your patience and it seems like you want to do the same to me. You speak to me and its like I spasm and it's so damn annoying because I barely know anything about you." He rose up off of her despite his erection wanting to plow into her over and over. She just laid there motionless, taking in what he just said. Her readjusted his crotch and turned to go upstairs. Guess Blair had to sit tight.



Zane Ch. 02



Six days had passed by and they slowly became fond of each other. There was only so much you could do in a cabin in the woods 24/7. Zane slept in his own room and he cleared out the smaller room next to his and turned it into a guest bedroom for Blair. Whenever they needed anything, Zane would drive into town about 15 miles away to get the supplies. There was food, a bathroom, shower, someone to care for any of her wounds, and a place to sleep; just what Blair had longed for years. Eventually, Blair quickly forgot about what happened those days ago, but Zane thought of it every night and jerked off to it more quietly now. He was so intensely attracted to her. Her caramel toned skin against his was so intense and she was so beautiful. She never talked much until they would have small arguments over when she would leave. At one point, Zane even taught Blair a few defense moves and she loved it. Nothing got her more pumped than being told not to do something, an argument, a fight, or an intense situation. Blair wanted to leave so bad because she eventually started to feel attached and wanted and needed to be around him. She didn't want to trust him. But she so needed sexual release. Half the time he'd walk around all shirtless and sexy, which made her almost drool every time. Sometimes they would sit and talk and would be so close to each other that it seemed like they were going to kiss, but Blair always pulled away. The lust built up more and more between them and it pissed her off. She never found time to touch herself or stick her fingers inside her pussy to imagine it was Zane's. He felt so long and hard when he was up against her. Sometimes she just needed to get out of the house before she tackled him and do all the things she could think of to him, but Zane probably wouldn't approve of it. Like she cared. 

The woods outside that cabin were so beautiful. The trees, birds, and sunlight gave her one of the most comfortable feelings she's had in a while. She would often take a small trail outside where a hot spring was located. Zane never knew she would escape to the springs when he was sleeping until he saw her sneak out. How naughty of her. 

Blair walked barefooted to the small stream that lead to the hot springs with a long towel wrapped around her body. The towel was barely keeping her breasts inside. Once she found her spot, she stepped into the water and released the towel , flinging it onto a rock. She settled into her comfort zone and then relaxed. She let out a moan of comfort as the heat of the water worked its way up her body. Zane peeked around a big boulder from a distance and had a full view of her backside. Wow, the sun complimented her body very well. He started to take mental pictures of what he saw as she crawled into the water. She had a very in-shape back. He could notice the indentions of where her shoulders would flex on her back, and then noticed the tattoo of a dragon start from the back of her neck down to the start of her butt. He wished he could see more, but the water stopped right above her hips. There was something about a woman's bare back; so erotic. He closed his eyes and imagined himself caressing her backside, tracing the outline of that tattoo as he plunged into her from behind, telling her and making her take all of him. He had to get into her...and soon....very, very soon. God, how many times has she escaped to this place without his knowledge? If he had known, he would've happily watched her every damn time and forget about her trying to leave. His eyes opened back up and he almost came in his pants. Blair had eventually soaked her body from head to toe. Her hair was completely slicked back, pushed behind her ears, almost fully straightened out by the weight of the water. She was sitting down in the water and her nipples were poking above the water. He started to drool. He noticed her dark brown areolas and her nipples became erect from the breeze against the hotness of the water. Oh, how he wanted to pull her head back, force her chest upwards and devour those tantalizing things. His cock was screaming for her pussy, her mouth, her breasts, her ass, everything! "Damn it, calm down boy, you'll get your turn," he whispered to his throbbing erection. Zane decided that later on tonight, he would teach her a lesson about being naughty, disobeying his rules, and the price for looking like a beautiful siren in water. He turned and ran back to his house before she could realize the time. He quickly got into the routine of that he was "sleeping," thinking about what he was preparing to do to her later.

Blair quietly snuck back into the house. She definitely didn't want to ruin her last chances of leaving by going to a hot spring to relax. Then again, she'd be ready to fight if he wouldn't let her go. She was still dripping wet, but her hair was pulled up and wrapped into a bun. She walked up the stairs, cursing at each step that made a squeak. "This damn house needs some damn WD-40. Shit," she whispered out loud. She finally made it to her room and shut the door. She turned around with her eyes closed and back against the door and let out a big exasperated sigh. The towel started to raise a little bit higher with her long breaths. Tsk, tsk, tsk, she heard. Her eyes snapped open. It was Zane. "Oh my God! What the fuck are you doing in here?!" She scrambled to cover her body more with her hands, as if the towel wasn't there. 

"It's my house. I can be wherever I want to be Stormy." He stood up from her bed and looked lustful. His shirt was gone yet again, but he still had his pants on. "I saw you out there today. You weren't listening to me when I said to never leave this house. So now, I'm going to have to punish you for being so naughty." Blair laughed at his last remark, but it quickly subsided when she saw the seriousness and desire in is eyes. 

"You...you're....wow. You are fucking crazy." She turned to leave the room but the door wouldn't open. They were locked in. "What the hell, Zane?" She tried harder now, getting a little aggitated. 

"I love it when you call my name, by the way." He still stood there watching her trying to hold up the towel and open the door, struggling. "I know the only way out of here, and I won't give it up so easy. I hid the key. You do what I say, you can leave. You can leave this house and do whatever the hell you want. But if you don't...well...welcome home." Blair stopped and looked over her shoulder at Zane.

"I could leave?"

"You can leave." Damn it! How is it that someway, somehow, he got his way? Blair took two breaths and turned to him.

"Fine." Oh, fuck...yes. This was it. This was Zane's chance and he wasn't going to pass it up. 

"Good. Now, I want you to take your towel off so I can look at you and your body, Stormy." Out of need to leave the house, Blair thought hard about this. She felt like a slut. Where was it in his place to command her to strip? But then again, would that be so bad? He wasn't hard to look at, hell, if anything, you could barely keep your eyes off of him. Where were these mixed emotions coming from. She caught a hold of her breath as the towel left her body and laid at her feet like a puddle. Zane's knees almost gave out on him, he used the bed post as leverage. He noticed the patch of hair that laid over her womanhood, where he thought about being for so long now. Her long legs extending into the floor, her toenails painted a ruby red, her body so built and toned. She was still wet from the water, so every time she huffed, the sunlight from her bedroom window would emphasize the dips, curves, and definitions of her body. She belonged in a playboy magazine with this, not some cabin. Blair glistened as she got more and more restless. "Damn. You look nice." His intense blue eyes looked her over and over again. He walked towards her and she started to back up. "No." She froze. "Don't move. I just want to touch you." She awkwardly held her legs close together and looked terribly uncomfortable. He was so close to her now, she could feel his breathing on her face. He trailed his fingers to her lips and traced it slowly, and her lashes dropped down to watch. "I love your lips. They're such a temptation. And they will feel so good when it's helping you suck my cock. Would you like that, Stormy?" 

"No," she quietly said, tears running. But her answer sounded like an approval. She wanted this, he could tell. He stepped closer and licked her salty tears.

"Well, let me explore your body, and I'll make a deal with you...If you're not wet when I'm done, and I will be checking, then you don't have to. But I must listen to what your body wants." He reached down and kissed her neck, pressed her against the wall and felt her up. She tried pushing him away, shoved at his chest, but he grabbed her wrists painfully and slammed them above her. Blair fought back a scream. He found a breast and was enthralled by the contrast of his creamy tan skin against her caramel skin. He lowered down even further, leaving her neck and went to her breasts. He feasted on one, swirling around her nipple with his tongue. With her other breast free, he started to slap it lightly with his free hand until it also became erect. He sucked hard on her and lightly tugged at it with his teeth. She let out a soft pout. He then bit down hard and she yelped. He pulled away to only tell her, "I've been thinking about this, baby. Me sucking on your chocolate skin. Imagine what it will feel like when my cock is between these," rubbing the area between her breasts. And then he continued his torture onto the other breast. He trailed back up to her neck and onto her face and then his lips met hers. She hesitated, not wanting to let him know that she needed sex so badly. His sex. His fucking. Unfortunately, his tongue broke past her teeth and probed her mouth. "Kiss me back, Stormy. Do as I say. There's nothing wrong with kissing me." He growled at her. She tried to raise from the wall and he slammed her back against it hard, all the air leaving her lungs in a whoosh. 

To hell with it all, Blair thought, I can't fight this anymore. Besides I'm leaving soon, so there won't be any emotional attachments. Right? Yeah...just a quick fuck. Blair kissed back, tentatively, but she found herself lost after they both started moaning. Softly at first, the kiss started to become animalistic. His mouth tasted like sweet mints. But tasting his mouth made her even more curious about what the rest of his body tasted like. Blair gave up. It felt too good. She liked it when he got rough, grabbing her wrists, slapping her breasts, threatening her if she disobeyed him. She wrapped one leg around his waist. He groaned into her mouth and pulled back. Blair was panting so hard, and so was he. Kissing alone made them pant like thirsty dogs. 

"Oh? Are you enjoying this?" He asked, smiling. His dimples did her in she closed her eyes as he took his hand and stroked her thigh and then slipped under to where her clit was. It was flowing with her honey; she was so wet and he hadn't even stroked her yet. "Guess that rules out you leaving, baby." Zane reached up and licked his index and middle finger and then stuck it to Blair's clit, stroking gently, building up pressure. So this is how it felt to have a man's hand flicking their fingers down there. It felt amazing and she didn't want it to stop. She started to feel some sort of build up inside her stomach and her back started to arch. She had thrust upwards and Zane didn't disappoint her body as he sucked on her swollen nipples even harder. The tension that was created between his tongue almost painfully sucking and fingers in those places beat a moan out of her. Breathing became strange to her and she was about to explode. Her hips grinded against his hand, quivering, countering his strokes. She opened her mouth and the silent sound of "oh" was trying to escape, and then Zane pulled his hand away. No, no, no! She was so close.

"Oh, please," she whispered, panting. He rose his head to look her in the eyes.

"Please what?"

"Zane...please!"

"Please what, Stormy. Tell me what you want. Tell me. Or I'll leave this room without you," he commanded.

"Ugh! Please...m...make...make me cum." Zane smiled seductively. He knew what he was doing.

"What did you say?"

"...I...I said make me cum, Zane."

"I can't hear you, honey."

"I want you to make me cum! Please! I need it. I need your fingers over me and inside me. I want to know what it...everything...feels like. I've always wanted to know, Zane. So...Please do it now." She surprised herself at what she said. She replayed it over and over again in her head until she felt Zane's fingers begin to rub her fast this time. "Oh...oh!" She screamed. 

"See how wet you are for me? Your juices are running down your legs and all over my fingers. And once I fuck you, your pussy will be mine and mine only." He took his index finger and slid to her opening and pushed inside her hard. His finger was being squeezed to death by her walls. She was tighter than he remembered. But she was so turned on, that there was no pain as he finger fucked her hard and fast. His palm started to slap up against the nub of her lips as he pulled his finger in and out. "God, baby, you are so tight. Imagine what it would feel like when it's my cock entering your virgin pussy." He shuddered. Damn, he needed to watch what he said before he lost control. He felt her tensing up, she was so near. "Come." Then more urgently, "Come for me." Blair screamed with pleasure and small screams left her body as it was convulsing against his hand. Her orgasm finally subsided and Zane pulled out his finger and brought it to his mouth and then he licked his finger. "Mmm. You taste too good. Next time I'll taste you like I want to." The sexual tension was through the roof now. Zane stepped back and she collapsed onto the floor, with no energy left in her. She began to get up and got onto her knees so that she could pull up, but Zane stepped up to her in that position and held her head. 

"What? What are you...."

"I want you to suck my cock. And you will, because you are to do what I say." His crotch was bulging through his pants. No wonder he kept them on. He would've pounded her against the wall while they were kissing if he didn't. 

"I can't, Zane. I don't know how. I'm so tired." She stood up and backed up. 

"Fuck no. You won't be tired until I'm done with you." He walked up to her and grabbed her by each arm hard. 

"Oh. You're hurting me."

"And you like it when I'm rough. And I like being rough. With you especially." He pushed her back down to her knees. 

Curiosity fell over Blair as she stared at it. Her hands shakily rose up to his button and she slowly undid it. "Be careful, Stormy, I'm on edge here. Just unzipping it could make me cum, I want you to taste it or I want to be inside you first." He rubbed her scalp, still wet from the water but curling up again to its dry state, and undid her bun. Her hair fell down over her shoulders and back and Zane ran his finger through it. "Like silk..." 

"Zane?...I should tell you know, but my real name isn't Stormy. It's Blair. I never liked it, but it's my street name." She carefully slid the zipper down. Zane held his breath as she did and when he regained his composure, he said,

"Was."

"What?"

"Was your street name. I'll call you Blair from now on. I like it...and it suits you....now hurry up and suck my cock before I make you." Blair smiled at him and he saw her dimples and her real smile for the first time since she had been there. She looked so adorable and sexy on her knees smiling up at him. She pushed his pants and boxers down in one big hurry and his cock flew out and hit her in the chin. He was so big, and she was intimidated by it. He was about 8 inches. Maybe a little bit bigger than that, but it's more than she still expected. 9 to 10 would've been way too much. He began pushing it at her mouth and she only slid her tongue out and licked it. It sent a wave of fire throughout his body and he moaned. "More," he whispered. Blair opened her mouth and sent him into Nirvana. He was on cloud nine. Blair started to swirl her tongue around and suck with great force. Sucking sounds were being created. She was so inexperienced, but it felt like a pro. Like part of his fantasy, he slid his hands down to her cheeks and felt her dimples and jaw go inward from the force of her mouth pulling harder and harder. "Suck it...Oh, fuck, Stop. I'm gonna cum Blair. Oh, God..." And he eased her head from his throbbing prick, only seconds before she would've had her first taste of him. She groaned with a little disappointment, fire in her eyes that were filled with desire and curiosity. 

"Why did you---"

"No. I want to be inside you before come. You want to know what it feels like. It's my job to please your pussy first." She still sat back on her knees feeling exposed. Zane easily picked her up like a dumb bell and started to carry her to the bed. "I like that you're aggressive. Though when it comes to sex, you like being told what to do. But lucky for you I like being in control in a few areas. One of 'em being fucking a woman until she's begging me to stop...and then to keep going." He threw her onto the bed roughly and watched her breasts bounce from the velocity of the throw. She caught a glimpse of his body before he joined her. His body was so built and in shape. His abs were wiry and were rock hard. It glistened with sweat and his thighs were huge. Every muscle was delineated as he took a breath. He crawled up to her, in between her legs and rested his waist there. She could feel his enormous shaft resting on her pubes and gasped from it. Zane leaned into her face and to her ear and said, "It's not so bad, but I have to make sure you're ready for your intense fucking. Then we'll make love later. But for now, once I get inside of you, I won't last long." Blair groaned.

"You know, I like it when you say things like that to me." Blair shocked herself at how blunt she had become. It was like her body was saying it for her and not her mind. 

"Mmm. Well that's only the beginning." He licked her earlobe and then slowly started to caress her body. He kissed his way down her neck and blew on each one as he continued to rub her all over. The coolness of his breath on contact with the spit from his kisses sent a tingly feeling down to Blair's vagina. She was just waiting for him enter her. It would be so easy since he was in the position they were in, but he wouldn't. He kept tormenting her with kisses onto her neck and face. She started to squirm under him, getting restless. He then rose up onto his feet, staring at her all spread eagle on the bed. "What do you want, Blair?"

"Ugh!...I don't know."

"Yes you do. Say it."

"No."

"Say it." He whispered. She got angry that he was making her say what she wanted. And turned on at the same time.

"I want you to lick my pussy. I need to come again. It's too much to bare with you teasing me." Zane was please with her. He leaned in between her legs and looked up at her. "I want you to watch my face. No where else. Now spread your pussy for me. Do it now." Blair did as he asked. She pulled her lips apart, waiting for his tongue. "Mmm. Is this what you want?" He bent down and stuck his tongue out to lick her, getting extremely close but pulled away. 

"Oh!" Blair yelled. It was like she could feel his tongue invisibly lapping at her. He repeated it 3 more times before he dove into her pussy. It was flowing with her honey from her past release and her renewed turn-on, getting all over his face. Her aroma was sweet and musky and he couldn't get enough of it. Minutes passed and she was groaning over and over again. "Tell me how good it feels."

"Oh it feels so good, Zane." She looked at him eat her out and it turned her on that she saw dirty blondish hair and creamy tan skin making her feel this way. It was so good, she ended up letting go of her lips and then gripped the sheets instead.




Zane Ch. 02



He licked from her opening to her nub and then gently tugged it. That was all it took for Blair to come even harder than the first time. Man, if this is what it felt like to lose your virginity, she might've lost it a long time ago. But Zane didn't stop. He kept going and going and Blair's hips rose from the bed, but Zane just grabbed her by the hips roughly and pulled her into his mouth more. She couldn't escape. Her climax that was just starting to cool down, came back even faster and she squeezed her thighs closed, trapping his head there. She moaned low this time and shook like an earthquake again. She grabbed his shoulders with her nails and left scratches there as her body went lax and her thighs eased up; her hands that had just so recently gripped the sheets had laid open on her sides. He dropped her legs back down to the bed and she just laid there, exhausted. Her hair was disheveled and it made her look even more sexy because he made her look that way. 

"I think I know what you want." He calmly said. He pulled her legs until they dangled off the edges of the bed. Then with quick movements, he placed his cock at her entrance and pushed with one hard thrust.

"OH!" Blair grunted. It hurt, but he didn't give her enough time to think about how much because he continued to plunge into her over and over again. All that came out of her were whimpers at each thrust. 

"Fuck, you feel so good baby. So damn good." He stood up as straight as he could so that he could view his cock stroking back and forth inside her. He wanted to see the contrast of their skin again. 

"Oh...Zane...it...feels...so...ohhhh!" She couldn't believe this. Another orgasm? Maybe she was in a porno where they seem to have like 56 in one go. Her walls tightened around his prick and he stopped to feel her do it. 

"Oh fuck. Turn around. I want to fuck you from behind." She slowly raised up and turned on all fours. But she ended up laying her head down onto the bed, for her energy was decreasing by great amounts for real this time. Zane rubbed his hand over her butt and smacked it. She yelped from the pain that followed behind it. "Do you like this?" Zane questioned her.

"Yes." she whispered. SMACK . He hit her again. 

"I...cannot...hear you."

"Yes, Zane it feel so good."

"Yeah?" He gripped her hips and pulled her down onto his dick. "Oh yes." The position she was in caused him to go deeper into her. He felt all of her; her walls, her juices, her squeezing, and he fell into a cadence. Blair, in turn, started to counter his thrusts so that it made a slapping sound. They got so rough at it, he slipped out and he grabbed it, rubbed it up and down on her pussy before entering her again. 

"Oh, Zane...make me....make me fuck you." She whispered. Zane groaned in acceptance and reached down to grab her arms. He pulled them back as if he were to handcuff her, but held them close to together and yanked her into him. He yanked her to him again and again, making her fuck him like she asked. His abdomen slapped against her ass so hard, his stomach and pelvis was turning red. "Oh, fuck yes. Right there, right there!" Her hands held his, squeezed them and Zane was going over the edge. He stopped because he was about to cum real hard. He kept himself launched inside her and pulled her up so that he could whisper to her,

"You want me to fuck you harder?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Say it."

"I want you to fuck my pussy." Zane shoved her down into the mattress and began pushing into her hard and fast. He then caressed her back, tracing that tattoo that moved along with her body going up and down. 

"You gonna keep being a naughty girl?"

"Ah--ugh---no! oh---oh---oh!" She said between each of his thrusts.

"You promise?"

"Oh! I--promise. I promise to be a good little girl."

That made him moan loud. He was so close. "Really? Oh, but I do like it when you're a bit naughty." He picked up his speed and Blair's breasts were gyrating every which way made.

"I promise, Zane. I'll do whatever you say. I'll do whatever you say."

"Very---good---answer!" Zane grabbed her hips and pulled her to him as he thrust into her recklessly. His legs tensed up and Blair came one last time. She knew he was coming because he started to moan and groan and shout profusely. He pulled out and she turned around and opened her mouth and sucked on him. He pushed to the back of her throat so that she took all of his long erect prick into her mouth until he burst. She held the bottom of his shaft as he released himself into her mouth. She grunted at the warmness of his shots. He spurted into once, twice, three times and she continued to suck him off until he squirted one last time and let out a long sigh. He pulled out and she swallowed every drop of him. His cock was limp and red from the beating it took. Blair collapsed onto the bed, panting for air. She was so tired. She could probably sleep for days. Zane cuddled up behind her and gave her one last kiss on the back of her head before they both fell asleep. But before he trailed off into dreaming his whispered into her ear, "Now next time we'll make love." She didn't hear him, she was knocked out. What would Blair do?



Zane Ch. 03



Blair opened her eyes out of a daze as sunlight busted through the window and straight onto her face. The daylight hours had almost passed by when she woke up. She had the weirdest dream: her and Zane had some rowdy sex last night. Very, very rowdy. She thought it was a dream until she felt the pain that surged all throughout her body when she stretched. Blair could barely reach out her arms without flinching; the most uncomfortable pain between her legs. It felt so tender and raw, it was killing her. Automatically after thinking about what happened last night, she looked to her side on the bed to see if Zane was still there, but he wasn't. Blair kind of sat up on the bed just letting everything settle on her mind. What the hell was she thinking? How did she get caught up in falling for a guy? And a white guy; a sexy one at that. How did she let herself succumb to the demands of a man? Ugh, it annoyed her. That wasn't like her to be like that when it came to guys, or was it? So many questions ran through her head and then she heard the door creak open. 

"Knock knock."

Blair grabbed the covers and pulled them to cover her naked body. The covers, so roughly worn out, smelled of must, sweat, and sex. She unknowingly fanned the scents all over the room and Zane inhaled deeply as he walked in. "That smells so good." He trailed over to the bed with nothing but his underwear on. Damn it, he looked so good with his hair all in disarrayed bed-head fashion. "How you feeling, Blair?" Blair? What in the world made her tell him her real name? She hadn't done that in such a long time...it was weird to hear it come from another persons mouth. "Blair?" He sat down at her side and rubbed her arm looking at her body covered by the sheets. 

"Um...a little sore?"

"A little?" He chuckled. "Judging by how tense you are at the moment I'd say it's more than just 'a little' sore." Then with sudden alert, "How is your leg?! Damn it, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot about your bruises and wounds." Damn he had been too rough, maybe. 

"I'll live." Blair still couldn't make sense of what happened. She didn't know how a one night stand was supposed to make you feel in the morning, but it couldn't have been what she was feeling now. She felt like she couldn't just go anymore. But why? There is no way she could start to have feelings. Not now. Not ever. She hesitated to make any eye contact with him. My God, she was turning into a girly wimp! 

"So..." Zane awkwardly said. Then Blair took in a deep breath.

"Look, Zane, I...don't know what happened last night, but it shouldn't have happened...I...mean...Well, I didn't really have a choice either...I...just think I should take my shower, pack my bags, and leave. 

"Now wait, Blair. What happened last night was us fucking. We fucked. Hard. And you loved it as much as I did. You could've beat your way out of this but your pretty little face stayed here and did everything I told it to."

"You didn't give me a choice!"

"Oh, like hell. By the way you carry yourself, you would've probably kicked my ass if wanted to, but you didn't. Tells me something."

Ignoring the semi-compliment, "Tells you what exactly?"

"That you have grown feelings for me."

That stunned her. She tried to not let it show on her face but she couldn't help it. What had became of her tough, unbreakable wall? How did he pass it? So many questions that had to be answered and avoided at the same time. Zane looked over her body, partially covered by the sheets. Part of her breast was hanging out and the covers outlined her voluptuous figure. He felt his libido going crazy. He wanted her again. Now. Arguing just somehow became a turn on to him. He wanted to yank those covers off of Blair, lean between her open legs and take her until she couldn't see straight. "I haven't grown feelings for anyone," she bluntly lied. 

It kind of hurt Zane's feelings when she said that, but she had such a poker face that he couldn't tell if she was lying or not. He hoped that she was, because he kind of threw his feelings out on the table for her. "Well, why don't you just take a nice, long shower? Think about some things. I'll go downstairs and make some food for us. We can talk then. Don't try anything stupid, Blair." 

"Yeah. I'll take the shower. Alone."

"Damn, are you always this feisty in the morning? I could get used to it, ya know," he chuckled. "Well, use the shower in my bedroom. The one you use is broken."

"Okay." She looked so sad. Remorseful. What was she thinking about? She stood up with the covers wrapped around her like a damned cocoon. 

"I put your clothes bag in the bathroom so you don't have to worry about me sneaking a look at your beautiful body coming into this room to look for an outfit. I wouldn't be able to help myself." Despite what had just happened and the small argument they just had, he seemed to still be happy and smile; something Blair wasn't used to. She couldn't do this anymore. She can't develop emotions for anyone. It just hurts her in the end. 

The water from the shower dropped down onto Blair's face as she looked out Zane's bathroom-curtained window. It stung more than anything. Her breaths became fast and hasty, her eyelids were fluttering hastily. She could just get a chair and sit in there for hours. She had to do this. No turning back. She left the shower running, dried off and got into some clothes, and stiffened. Not even with being in the shower for more than two minutes, she grabbed her bag and fled.

Damn, Zane thought. She has been in there forever. I'm getting impatient by the second. I guess I should check on her to make she hasn't died or maybe she's shaving. Girls take forever with that crap over one puny stubble. He rambled on inside his head until her got to his bathroom door. He heard the shower running still, but received no answer when he called her name for a couple of minutes. "Blair, open up!...Blair?...Blair, open up, or I'm coming in whether you like it or not!" Angrily and worriedly, he busted the door open only to find a steamed filled bathroom. His heart stopped as he directed his look towards his window, open and empty. She left? She actually did it. He fell back onto the floor, staring at the opened window. The wind gently blew the curtains and he winced. His jaw tightened, his cheeks sucked inwards. Snapping out of his state of shock, he jumped up and swallowed the lump in his throat. He paced back and forth in the bathroom until he stormed out into his bedroom and yelled. "FUCK! You are so fucking stupid, Zane. You didn't even...tell her how you felt...maybe she would've stayed...or maybe I pushed her away..." His self rant faded away as he glimpsed at a sheet of paper on his bed , nicely folded. 

So, if you've read this by now...I'm gone. It's what's best for me, Zane. Thank you for everything that you've given me. The help, I mean. I can't have any feelings towards anything and I don't, so there was no point of me staying. I can walk perfectly fine and from this point on, I would've been a pain in the ass, because I am. Don't go trying to look for me either. I'm going through town, and you can't be seen there so I figured that way was my best chance for me to get away from you. I'm sorry, but none of this was real. And I have to live in reality. 

-Stormy.

After that night passed, it rained for weeks.

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Blair had so many nightmares ever since she left. She pick pocketed multiple wallets, just enough to rent a crappy motel room for a few days so she could gather her thoughts. Every night she had reoccurring dreams and nightmares to the point where she would do everything but try to sleep. Jumping up and screaming from her childhood, her awful memories, and dreams of what life could've been. She woke up one morning and sat up in the bed. Her hair all in disarray and formed bags under her eyes, she looked up and around the room. A heavy sigh was made. She hated the small town. Everyone was so rude and uptight. And treated her like the stranger she was. They were nothing like Zane. He cared. But why was Blair so obsessed with comparing things to him? Since when did she ever care about what people thought or their emotions? Blah, blah , blah! Too many thoughts occurred at once; it was all gibberish. Her bed wasn't as comfortable as Zane's. The water wasn't as hot as Zane's. The food she ate didn't even compare to his simple can of soup. She wasn't so far from his place. She could have easily went back and walked about twenty miles, but she feared of what she would've done and still couldn't shake the feeling of completely abandoning his existence. Avoiding to pay the rent, she snuck outside. The rain was down poring and of course she didn't have an umbrella. She ran to the nearest store that looked more like a gas station to buy one for the hellish rain. She shivered when the doors opened but stopped when saw a group of policemen sitting down at the front and tried to act calm and hurry. All eyes were on her, as if she had a fucking arrow pointing down on her above her head saying, "Hey, look at me! I'm a criminal!" But for the cops, it wasn't because they were suspicious about her, it was her overall look. Blair looked like a sexy siren! Her hair slick and dripping on her face and onto the floor, the beautiful intensity from her eyes, the subtle eyeliner and eye shadow smudging from the rain, her biker jacket over a red tank top, the clinging pants, and the badass combat boots. She looked like she was ready to wrestle in a wet t-shirt contest after killing some monsters. 

One of the cops whistled when he stopped playing around with his toothpick. "Boy, Gerald, look at that black woman right there. Now, I normally don't find too much taste in em 'round here, but she is edible. I'd love to give her a full body search." Gerald stopped fidgeting with his uneven placement of his badge and looked up. He had to do a double take to take on the fired look in Blair's face. Oh my God, he thought

"Um...yeah. You're right, Anders. Uh...Wonder why we haven't seen much of her around before 'til now." Gerald looked at her as if he was trying to figure out the last piece to solve a riddle. Without enough time to figure it out, Blair broke eye contact, shook her head, and walked towards the back where the umbrellas were located. "Um...I'll be right back guys," Gerald said. 

"What? Ol' Gerald gonna go flirt?" Anders laughed obnoxiously. "Well you go 'head and get you some! Maybe later we can have a chat 'bout how them type of girls are in bed!" 

With forced laughter, Gerald replied, "Hells yeah Anders," and walked away towards the back.

What an asshole. I never liked the son of a bitch. No wonder Zane didn't either, Gerald thought to himself, cutting through the small aisles. This girl...she fit the description that I was given. No way I could be wrong about her.

"Excuse me, ma'am!" Blair heard someone call out towards her. Damn it, and it had to be a police officer. Just stay calm, Blair. Play it off. You've done this before. 

"Yes?" Blair turned to face the direction of the approaching officer and gave him a grim look.

"Hello. My name is Officer Gerald. I'm one of the cops 'round here and I woul---"

"I could care less about who you are and what you do. Just state your business, officer. I have plans and I'm falling behind."

Wow, she shocked him. The ability to mouth off that fast...

"Ma'am...I just got to ask...is your name Stormy?"

Oh, this is bad. He knew her name. Did those two bastards who ditched her report her? No, that would be impossible...but would they? Without showing any sign of alarm, "I don't know who that is, but I'm not her." She just tried to not make any eye contact. 

"Well...what about Blair? Does that ring a bell?" Gerald asked. Now that made Blair gape her eyes wide open and her heart stop. 

"Uh...no. No...I'm sorry, but I have to leave now." She turned to scurry away quickly. Gerald reached out and grabbed her arm. She looked at him as if she was about to kick him in the stomach for touching her.

"Look," he whispered to her. "This has to do with Zane." She swirled back around,

"What do you mean 'this has to do with Zane?'...I...don't know that...name." 

"Shhh! Quiet. Now, that I assume you are Blair...You fit the description that was given to me. Look, you may not believe me, but I'm Zane's watch out. I let him know about what's up with how the head chief is coming along about finding him., Blair."

"Don't call me Blair."

"Okay, well then it's Stormy. Now look, this is really important and Zane is in real danger. I need to meet with you somewhere to discuss things with you. Right now."

"How do I know if you're lying, Mr...Gerea-whatever? I wouldn't want to sully your reputation."

"Because, apparently no one knows your name. Your real name. Zane and I meet secretively to exchange info. Wouldn't shut up about you. But I never had enough time to tell him about what's happened. Chief is always up my ass about everything and called me in. Now please. I can't stress the danger of talking about this to you right here. Just walk out of here with me and lets go somewhere alone." 

Blair exhaled deeply. "Fine." Blair purchased the umbrella and began to walk out, led by Officer Gerald. 

They went to Gerald's place since Blair wasn't staying at that crap motel anymore. Blair chunked her bag at the door after she entered his place. Gerald threw his keys onto the table as her directed her to the kitchen. She grabbed the dinner chair and sat on it backwards and looked flawless doing so. "Damn." Gerald said as he looked at her.

"What?" 

"Zane wasn't kidding."

"About what?"

"Nothing." He chuckled and began to make Blair and himself some coffee. As he began to get the needed items to start the brewing, he told Blair what was happening. "Well...long story short, Blair, I think Chief has found the area where Zane stays."

"Shouldn't you know? How do I know you didn't give him out?"

"I would never. Zane has been a great friend to me. He's almost like my brother. But even I don't know where his place is. He never trusted anyone fully. Well...except you." That last sentence made her gasp but he continued. "I always meet up with him once a week at a deserted spot in the woods. We would exchange info, letting him know about Chief and all, and I would pick up any groceries he needed and bring them there. We just couldn't risk him being seen in town."

"Well, if that's true, then how did Chief find out?"

"I think he's been getting onto me. I couldn't compromise our meetings so I haven't been able to contact him. I figured if somehow you came into town I would be lucky enough to catch you. Lucky day I guess. But honey, you have to tell Zane for his safety. He needs to move somewhere else."

Ignoring that he called her honey for the time being, she uncomfortably shifted in her chair. "Well, I left Zane's place a while ago. I was going to leave this town."

"What? You left? Why?"

"I don't think it's any of your business."

"If it has to do with Zane then I'm making it my business," he replied, glaring at her. 

"Well, Gerald," she swung her leg over and stood up, "if you know Zane as much as you say you do, then you know he isn't going to budge from his home."

"Which is why I need you to talk to him about this. I can't. Don't you understand?"

Blair looked pissed...this wasn't supposed to be happening. "I...don't know. I shouldn't."

"Look...by the way Zane talked to me about you for weeks, I know that you must care about him. Hell, he cares about you more than himself. I have never seen any woman have an effect on him like you do. You were the best thing that has happened to him. And clearly if you left a while back only to stay so close still...then you must have some kind of feelings towards him."

"What the hell? Are you some fucking Dr. Phil? You think you just know everything?"

"No. But I do notice you jumping almost every time I say his name. Or how when I told you about how he felt you looked shocked. And how you still agreed to come here to talk. I know when someone cares about another person...trust me."

"Shit." She sighed and shook her head. "This is ridiculous....The way I left..."

"Listen, we don't have that much time. I made it seem like I was trying to hook up with you back at the store so Chief would back off...I'll hold the story...but you? You have to get back to Zane quickly."

"Fine. Jesus Christ," she laughed, "I don't know why and how I get stuck in these situations where my life is always a rollercoaster."

"Stormy...everyone's life is a rollercoaster. Especially Zane's. Maybe you should start thinking about how he feels right now."



Zane Ch. 04



It was extremely late at night and Zane sat upright in his bed. What he would do to just feel Blair's lips against his. Every since she left, he barely ate, slept, or masturbated. He hadn't seen Gerald in over a month. He figured something must've went wrong when Zane showed up for all the meetings and Gerald didn't. He was shirtless again and only had on some jeans to which he was beginning to undo them. He was so ready to explode from lack of sexual intercourse. He had been waiting, hoping that she would come back. And now he had such an urge to have release. He had just been so angry, sad, and lustful all at once. He took his pants and underwear off and threw them to the corner. He fell back onto the bed and closed his eyes and dragged his hand down to his needy dick. He grabbed it and twitched. Damn he was sensitive to his own touch. He might not last too long. He groaned as he began to stroke up and down, imagining it was Blair's mouth. His mind drifted again like before. Blair on all fours taking in his length. Him, pushing in and out of her mouth as he held her head in place. She would create these slurping sounds as she pulled back. "I've missed sucking your dick. Do you know how many times I've fingered myself, thinking about your cock entering my small pussy?" She would ask.

"Fuck yes, Blair. I want you to suck my cock until a come down your throat. And then I want you to keep sucking until I'm hard again so I can fuck you." He would reply. She continued to feed on him, milking him, bringing him closer and closer to finishing. 

Just as Zane's thoughts began to take over...Knock, knock, knock. He got scared so badly, he almost fell out of his bed. But wait. Who was it knocking at his door? He quickly put his pants on and jolted down the stairs. Could it be Blair? Blinded and not cautious, he flew the door wide open and his eyes almost glazed over. 

"Hi." Blair quietly said as she looked up at him. Those eyes. Oh, he missed those eyes and those lips and that body. "I um, brought you some groceries." She walked in.

She set the bags down and turned towards Zane. "You're back?"

"Yeah, but not for reasons you think. I have to talk to you." Damn, he needed to put a shirt on! His abs pulsed with every step. She looked at him and wanted him all over again.

"Damn it, Blair." He slammed the door, "You up and leave the morning after we have this mind blowing sex and you leave me some half-assed note that didn't explain a thing!" He stormed towards her.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I just needed time to think to myself. But that's not why I'm here!"

"Well, now I have to show you that you don't need to leave to 'think' to yourself."

She took a few steps back before she could turn around on her own, Zane grabbed her and violently pressed a kiss against her lips. They both breathed hard as he groaned. "God, I've missed you." He knew he wanted to just shake her and say, "Why did you leave me like that you dumb idiot?" But the instant he laid his lips against hers, all he wanted to do was fuck her until she couldn't stand up by herself. 

"We shouldn't, Zane." He kept kissing her on her lips and neck. He felt warm and cool at the same time. She could've stood there like that for hours, but she had to get to business.

"I think we should. Lord knows how I need to talk to you about your last act. But that can wait for a minute."

"No," Blair said weakly. His kisses were making her legs turn into noodles. She needed to be held and touched again. 

"Come to bed with me. We can talk later."

"I...no...I...I don't---" She started to pull away.

Zane pushed her up against the wall and whispered in her ear. "I want to fuck you senseless. You know that, right? And you're not going to leave until we talk. About everything. But I have to get into you right now. And I know I won't last long the first time. But the next time I promise to make it worthwhile. And the one after that...and the one after that...and after that..." Blair started to breathe harder. She wanted and needed him so bad. Him being half naked didn't help, but the way he said those things would make a married woman cheat. It was deep, low, and she felt the vibrations between her legs. His body was still perfect, hair all in disarray, irresistible eyes, and soft lips; he tasted like vanilla. She gave up, grabbed his face, and brought it to hers. 

She flicked the tip of her tongue at his lips, bringing his face directly in front of hers. "Kiss me." He dove in for a tongue-twining kiss that left her heart racing. His tongue swirled around hers, rubbing against her teeth, pulling at her lips. His hands began searching her body, rubbing all over her stomach and chest, pushing down into her pants as she grunted from the pleasure it gave her so quickly. He picked her up and carried her up the stairs and into his bedroom, flinging her onto the bed ferociously then yanking her legs until he gripped her shoes and ripped them off. 

"Take that shirt off."

Blair pulled her tank over her head, Zane rapidly working her pants off. Her stomach looked edible. He wanted to ravish every dip and curve that formed those beautiful abs. And her bra enhanced her already plump chest. "I don't know if we should do this, Zane." She was stuck between a rock and a hard place with her emotions.

"Once I fuck you, you will." Zane tapped her inner thigh. "Open." As Zane got on his knees into the bed, she spread her legs apart and he placed his hands over the top of her underwear. He felt the heat constrained inside and the moisture that had seeped through the material. "You want this. You want to be taken again." Fingers began rubbing on the outside of the underwear, stroking. It felt so good. Her eyes closed and she arched her back, mouth open. He grabbed her behind the neck and pulled her up with his free hand. "Sit up." She placed her arms back to hold herself up and his fingers found a way to her hair. It was pulled back but he took away the clip and thick, curly hair draped down and over her shoulders. "Lie back and close your eyes." She did as she was told. Lying back groaning and clutching her fists, Zane tied her arms to the edges of the bed and secured her in place, and the odd thing was is that she let him do it. "You like being forced, don't you?" When Blair didn't answer, he pushed her panties aside and launched his finger deep into her. She cried out as stroked in a out hard, his palm slapping against her clit. She tugged at her arms but it was a fail, the ropes were too secured. More firmly, "Don't...you?" 

"Yes." It came out as a soft whisper. Zane just smirked.

"Good girl, good girl. Now, I'm going to get you ready for my dick. Because I'm going to take you real hard, and I want to make sure you're slick enough for it too." Scooting down, he removed his finger and grabbed the bands of her underwear and slid them off her legs. He opened his drawer and pulled out a box of condoms. "I couldn't control myself last time...I'll be more safe from now on. But...we are going to use every condom in the box. I got these a while back, before you left, just for you. Would you like that?"

Whispering, "Yes."

He stood up and stripped off the jeans and he cock felt ready to cum right then. Blair saw his erection, full and hard. It looked even bigger than last time. He bent down between her legs and inhaled in her scent. "Mmm, I can't wait to taste you, baby." With his fingers, he spread her lips and connected his tongue with her nub. Blair arched her back and yelped, trying to pull away. He wrapped his arms around her waist, held his hands together, and pulled her to his mouth, hungry for her juices. 

"Oh my God" Blair whimpered. Her body began to shake uncontrollably, her breaths became short, and her hair was becoming disheveled. 

"You taste so good." His tongue lapped at her; up and down and swiveled around her clit, it was intoxicating. 

"Okay...Okay! I'm going to come if you don't stop."

Ignoring her words he groaned as he realized the sounds her pussy and his mouth were making, turning him on even more. He continued to go faster and faster along with her breathing. A few more seconds passed before her hips started jolting. Blair's legs moved up, placed her feet further apart and closed her legs in around his head. Her mouth opened and eyes closed. A scream escaped, orgasmic and hot. Zane didn't stop though. He kept going and going making her tremble. She couldn't pull away; it was too much. This continued until her body went limp, unable to move and she begged him to stop, almost weeping again. He came up and kissed her hard, his tongue licking the outsides of her luscious lips. She was shocked by the carnal move of tasting her own honey. Zane was out of breath himself, taking the time to kiss her and whisper things to her. "You tasted so good, I couldn't get enough. I've been thinking about it ever since I licked it off my finger." Her pussy was glistening and was ready for Zane. He raised up and unsnapped her bra clamp in the front and her breasts spilled out. Her eyes met his and he had to do her...now. He let out a gasp as a condom was placed on then kneeled over her. "You are mine, Blair. I'll make you see that." He thrust into Blair in one swift movement. 

"Oh!" She shouted, then weakly, "Fuck."

"God, you feel good." He pumped into her hard, holding the top of the bed to gain more force. Every pump made a smacking sound and Zane started moaning. Her whole body felt like it was on fire as it rocked from his movements. 

"Faster," she whispered. "I need it harder. I need it, Zane. You fuck so good." God, her words turned him on even more and he couldn't handle it much longer. He sat up and lifted her hips and brought her down onto him, going as fast as he can. The sounds got much louder and intensity shot through the roof as her breasts bounced in circles. She started moaning herself. 

"Oh...fuck! God, you're so tight." Zane's drawn in abs glistened with sweat and his hair became damp as he got closer and closer to coming. He knelt down and kissed her in sync with his pumping. One, two, three, four, five thrusts, until Zane screamed out in release. It lasted forever. His stomach contracted with each squirt until his weight collapsed onto her. They were both panting, out of breath. 

After they laid there like that for several minutes, Zane pulled out, disposed the condom, and untied her wrists. Blair, still thinking of what just happened, just turned to her side and calmed her heart rate. Zane hopped back into the bed and pulled her to his body, his cock nestled between her ass, and he placed a kiss to the back of her head. "Sleep, baby. You need it. I'll wake you up in the morning." As much as she didn't want to, he did drain her energy, and she missed his bed. She closed her eyes and drifted asleep. Zane would wake her up, alright.