Corrupted Flowers

@ BearGirl
Last night, after carrying Bailey up the stairs to the loft bed. Justin had all but decided that he'd just sleep on the couch. Give the girl some peace and just sleep by herself, but. Another beer and maybe a shot or two of something stronger that he found in his cabinet caused a blackout for him because when he woke up. The warm smell of flowers met Justin's nose. The silky feeling of rich soft locks brushed against his face as he nuzzled into the back of someone's head.

Arms wrapped loosely, but protectively around a warm body. Soft skin brushing against his bare arms. His bare chest was met with the feeling of a shirt and his boxer clas hips were pressed nicely against an ass that was meant for squeezing. The mere thought of doing just that had actually caused a slow ache to build in Justin's groin area and a small groan escaped from deep within his throat. Fuck, whoever was in his arms must be related to an angel because they were so fucking soft and good smelling.

Slowly, as Justin came to, he started to press small feather-light kissed to the back of the girl's neck. Then he slowly made his way forward and stopped just under her jawbone. One skillful hand moved from it's resting spot on the girl's waist and traveled south. Just inches past the edge of the shirt before meeting soft skin that felt like silk. A small groan escaped from Justin as his knuckles slightly brushed against the skin. Then, he used his fingertips to move over the same spot. The underside of his fingertips roaming over the edge of a waistband. God, would this be what Bailey's skin would feel like under her clothes?

The mere thought of Justin's sorta girlfriend turned captive snapped the slightly hungover male from his daze. His eyes snapped open and he pulled his hand back so fast it was like reacting to a fire. Dark eyes widened as Justin sat up quickly and put his back to Bailey. His legs swung over the edge of the bed and rested his feet on the slightly plush worn-out carpet. "Shit." He mumbled quietly, running hands up and down his tired face as he tried to wake himself fully. Bailey was sure to give him an earful for touching her in such a manner. They barely even kissed and now here he was freaking grinning against her in boxers and kissing her neck? God, what the fuck was he doing?

@ FallenHope95

Bailey had no recollection of making it up to the loft bed the night before. In fact, she was pretty much half asleep before Justin even made it to the ladder. And, throughout the night, the young woman slept like a log. A light blanket perfect for a warm night was draped over and her head laid on a cushiony, soft pillow, completely unmoving. Even when a guest had joined her in the middle of the night, not a stir came from her.

Though, the morning was a different story. Bailey was vaguely aware of a source of warmth enveloping her. It was the first thing her still half-asleep mind started to notice. Though she didn't mind so much. It was comfortable and welcoming in what had turned into a cool room in the early morning. So, not much thought had gone into it as her body enjoyed her little heater. Even so much as leaning back into the source of it.

As she started to fall back into the abyss again, the hair on her neck started to rise at some soft, gentle thing moving along her skin. A little noise escaped Bailey as her mind started to boot up for the morning, trying to process what was against her skin. Though before she even got started on that, one of her warm spots started to move and travel down her body. Another little confused noise left Bailey, her mind slowly starting to think about what was happening. A blanket falling? No. Her mind was barely able to process the pleasurable brushing feeling against her lower stomach when she heard a groan come from behind her ears.

Shock shot through her chest and Bailey's eyes started to flutter open. Though before she had a chance to get up or speak, the person basically threw themselves away from her. Bailey pushed herself into a sitting up position with one hand as the other rubbed her eyes, trying to adjust to the light so she could see what was happening around her. But when she turned and saw Justin sitting at the side of the bed, some of the tightness in her chest loosened. At least it wasn't some stranger. Though with how Justin's emotions changed recently, it wasn't that much better. He was feeling her up this morning but who knew if she would have a black eye by the end of the night.

"What is wrong with you?" Bailey prodded drowsily as she turned to Justin. "What were you trying to do? Did you not think I would wake up?"

@ BearGirl
The rustling of the blankets was a clear sign to Justin that Bailey was waking up. His eyes closed as he tried to calm his racing heartrate. His cock was slightly hard and was starting to tent in his boxers. This day was starting out on a foot that Justin wasn't ready for and from the words that were slipping out of Bailey's mouth he could only assume it wasn't going to get any better. "Can you not start so early in the fucking morning?" Justin grumbled as he rubbed his eyes once more with his hands before resting them on his knees as he turned slightly to face Bailey. His right knee now resting on the side of the bed as he looked at the tired beauty that was in his bed.

A small groan escaped from Justin as he shifted his gaze away from Bailey. Shit, she was adorable with bedhead. "I was asleep, Bailey. I didn't realize it was you. Sorry for grinding against you in my sleep, alright? Happy now?" He mumbled as he slowly shifted his gaze towards the pretty girl who seemed to be pissed at him for trying to pick the lesser evil for her. "I'll tye my wrists to the bed tonight so I don't try to grind against you again, alright?"

Without waiting for Bailey to say anything to him, Justin stood up and stretched. Allowing for his taught body to be on display for Bailey before he turned and headed towards the ladder that would lead to the main part of the cabin. "Do you need me to carry you down or are you alright to do so on your own?" He asked, turning his head to look at Bailey, keeping his features as relaxed as he possibly could as he waited for the answer.

@ FallenHope95

A little sigh escaped Bailey's lips as Justin explained what had happened. His story seemed a little odd, but she believed him. With the look on his face and the way he had thrown himself off of her before realizing she was awake... It all lined up. Though as he mentioned tying his hands, her head shook a bit. "You don't have to be so dramatic, Justin. But i'm sorry..." She murmured back as she dropped her head down a little. Her hands came up and started to rub at her tired eyes. "I wasn't trying to 'start so early'. But I didn't know what was going on and it's kinda frightening to be waken up like that when you thought you were by yourself."

As Justin started to speak once again, Bailey's hands dropped into her lap. Once again, her eyes fluttered, trying to get used to the light and force away that black and white dots that were now in her vision from rubbing her eyes too hard. Though, once she was able to see, her eyes landed on the half naked Justin in front of her. Her eyes shifted down the strong, tattooed man and her face started to grow flushed. But as her eyes continued on, she noticed his boxers hanging low on his lips and some outline of his hardening cock against them.

Her eyes and head turned away, now feeling her face growing hotter and her heart beating a bit faster. There were a lot of things that she questioned when it came to Justin but there was nothing that would change the fact that Justin was incredibly attractive. And she couldn't help but wonder why Justin had to be both psychotic and so hot. Things would be so easy if didn't know what she knew now.

"Thank you, but I can do it on my own now," Bailey said, her voice soft. "I am sure you don't want to keep carrying me around anyways."

@ FallenHope95

A little sigh escaped Bailey's lips as Justin explained what had happened. His story seemed a little odd, but she believed him. With the look on his face and the way he had thrown himself off of her before realizing she was awake... It all lined up. Though as he mentioned tying his hands, her head shook a bit. "You don't have to be so dramatic, Justin. But i'm sorry..." She murmured back as she dropped her head down a little. Her hands came up and started to rub at her tired eyes. "I wasn't trying to 'start so early'. But I didn't know what was going on and it's kinda frightening to be waken up like that when you thought you were by yourself."

As Justin started to speak once again, Bailey's hands dropped into her lap. Once again, her eyes fluttered, trying to get used to the light and force away that black and white dots that were now in her vision from rubbing her eyes too hard. Though, once she was able to see, her eyes landed on the half naked Justin in front of her. Her eyes shifted down the strong, tattooed man and her face started to grow flushed. But as her eyes continued on, she noticed his boxers hanging low on his lips and some outline of his hardening cock against them.

Her eyes and head turned away, now feeling her face growing hotter and her heart beating a bit faster. There were a lot of things that she questioned when it came to Justin but there was nothing that would change the fact that Justin was incredibly attractive. And she couldn't help but wonder why Justin had to be both psychotic and so hot. Things would be so easy if didn't know what she knew now.

"Thank you, but I can do it on my own now," Bailey said, her voice soft. "I am sure you don't want to keep carrying me around anyways."

@ BearGirl
Listening to Bailey, Justin's shoulders visibly relaxed a little bit. His eyes shifted towards her and he watched as she went from rubbing those pretty eyes of hers to openly staring at his body. Something that he was quite proud of. He's spent many months getting into shape, making sure he was at his top performance. He wanted to be the best of the best in his family, and he was pretty sure he was close. With his six-pack, well-formed pec's and a V that easily caught every girl's attention when he walked past them.

Slowly, Justin ran his tongue along his lower lip. "You don't know what I want, Bailey," Justin said calmly before turning his back to her and heading towards the ladder. He climbed down the ladder slowly and then just hopped off from the second to last step. His bare feet landing with a small thump before he headed towards the hallway that led to the bathroom. He needed to wake up, and get rid of that hard on that Bailey caused. Being all pressed up against his body. Her body feels so damn soft and warm against his. A small grunt escaped from Justin as he felt his boxers get a little bit tighter. Damn, that girl was trouble.

Getting into the bathroom, Justin hopped into the shower and allowed for the cold water to just run over his body. His head fell back as he slowly ran his hand down his chest and grabbed onto his hardened cock. The warmth from his hand causing him to throb with need and he couldn't help but to imagine it being Bailey's walls wrapped tightly around him. Slowly, Justin's hand started to pump him, his hips thrusting slightly with his movements. Damn, Bailey and her sweet scent and her soft body. Images of what he wanted to do to her flashed in his mind. He wanted to fuck her on the kitchen counter, on the couch, and fuck, he even wanted to see how she'd look as he took her outside on the dock where the possibility of a neighbor on a boat a couple of miles away could see them.

Bailey was fucking hot and tempting. She was a vixen in all the ways one would imagine one. She was beautiful, sweet, she had a fierceness to her as well. She was perfect, and Justin needed to get her back under his thumb. He needed to get her to trust him again. To bend to his will and accept what was happening to her. She was safer with him. Justin was the only thing standing between her and possibly prostitution or death.

@ FallenHope95

"I definitely don't know what you want, Justin." Bailey murmured under her breath before she fell back into the bed. Her eyes closed but she listened closely to the noise that Justin made as he went through the cabin. Though once she heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on, Bailey let out a small sigh and opened her eyes. She wish she knew that Justin wanted but for some reason he liked to keep it all bottled up.

Bailey rubbed her face a little with the ends of her sleeves before eventually pushing herself off of the bed and heading over to the ladder. Heading down ended up being a lot more painful than she would have thought. The wounds on her hands were definitely still fresh and holding onto her body weight just made some of them reopen. By the time her feet hit the ground, there were tears in her eyes and she was wishing she had just asked for Justin's help when he offered her.

After wiping away the tears, Bailey washed her hands, cleaning some of the cuts that reopened before re-bandaging her hands. Admittedly, the job she had done was pretty shit. But it was better to have them covered now and ask for Justin's help when he was in a good enough mood to do so. With that thought in mind, Bailey started to go through the fridge and cupboards until she figured out a meal good enough to make for breakfast.

Scrambled eyes, toast and cut fruit was what Bailey was able to whip up. And she set the table for herself and Justin. She lucked out that the shower cut off around the time the food was getting done. It meant that Justin would have the opportunity to eat something hot. Bailey poured herself some water before sitting down at the table and serving herself.

@ BearGirl
Jacking off in the shower wasn't as fulfilling as Justin had hoped it would have been. Then again, nothing could feel as good as having a woman wrapped around one's cock. Damn, how long had it been since he last fucked someone? A month, maybe two? Shit, he wasn't sure if he's been with someone since he met Bailey. What the fuck was wrong with him, was this chick doing something to him? He really needed to get his head wrapped around what the fuck they are, were.

Drying off, Justin pulled his boxers back on and walked out of the bathroom. The comforting smell of breakfast foods met Justin's nose and caused a small growl to come from him. Shit, he was starving. Heading into the kitchen, Justin was almost certain that he was going to be making something for himself. When he saw the second plate a moment of surprise past through Justin's eyes before he hid it behind a calm look. "Thanks." Was his only reply to seeing the food.

Grabbing himself a glass of water as well, Justin sat down and started to slowly eat. His eyes focused on the food that was in front of him instead of the girl that was across from him. At least, he tried to. Until he couldn't help but look up towards Bailey. "After you shower, how about we go into town and explore?" Justin suggested, setting his fork down and waited patiently for Bailey to look towards him. "There are some cool small businesses here." There was actually just one small shopping strip here and a couple of fast-food joints in the nearest town. They'll have to go about ten miles to the nearest grocery store.

"Should probably pick up some more food for the place. Haven't decided how long we'll be here." Justin said as he glanced around the old cabin he grew up in. The place didn't hold many fond memories, but it was away from the gang and his father. So that's all that he could really hope for.

@ FallenHope95

Bailey glanced up for a moment as Justin walked out of the bathroom. Though her eyes immediately shifted back down to the plate in front of her. She didn't need herself to start daydreaming again just because Justin was walking around half-naked. She had other things to worry about than that. Like how she was in serious trouble with some random gang. Or how her brother was probably going to die because he was an idiot who got involved with the gang. OR how her kinda kidnapper, maybe savior was going to help her. OR the fucking shitty attitude that kinda kidnapper, maybe savior suddenly had. Those were the things she should be worrying about, not how hot Justin was.

A small sigh suddenly left her lips as she reached up and rubbed her face. Actually, maybe she should be thinking about anything else but those things.

"Your welcome," Bailey softly said before she turned back to the food in front of herself. First thing first, she should eat. Then she could worry about what she should actually be thinking about. She was almost done with her plate when Justin started to speak. Her eyes lifted up and met his. Bailey nodded to him. "Yeah, that would be nice." She responded as he mentioned exploring the town. At least it was better than sitting around here and thinking about all of the things she didn't want to think about because there was nothing she could really do about any of it except hope she could count on her kinda kidnapper, maybe savior.

God, she was giving herself a headache. Bailey stood up with her plate in her hands and cleaned it off before turning back to him. She noticed his glaze shift around the cabin, which caused her to look around as well. "As long as we're safe here..." Bailey said meekly. "But food sounds good..."

With that said, Bailey unwrapped her shitty wrap job around her hands before grabbing some items from her suitcase. "I'm going to shower." She said before she disappeared in the bathroom.

@ BearGirl
A nod of his head was really the only response to everything that Justin cared to give Bailey. He was glad that she was on board to walk around town and do some grocery shopping. He was planning on keeping them here for at least a week. He couldn't go back yet, not while Bailey still didn't trust him. It was easier to care for her here, where she couldn't possibly escape. Back in the city, she could so easily let it slip that he was part of a gang and then be swarmed by cops. Or, she could slip out the door in the middle of the night. It's not like he could lock her up either, he had no soundproofing at home nor did he want the others to lay their dirty little eyes on her.

"I'll wrap your hands once you get out," Justin said as he kept his gaze on his plate. He finished eating and set his plate in the sink and gave them a quick wash. Then, Justin quickly went to go and get changed before he headed towards the living room. Justin could still hear Bailey in the bathroom showering. Women, they always took so damn long in the bathroom in the morning. Why couldn't they just hop in and out like men? Damn, Justin will never understand them.

Walking towards the back door, Justin opened the beautiful clear glass door and stepped onto the deck. He made sure to keep the door open as he walked outside and towards the wooden railing. Resting his left arm against the old wood, Justin used his right hand to dig for his cigarettes. He's been trying to quit, but it was hard not to in the morning. The taste of chemicals just felt right for some reason. Putting the cancer stick into his mouth, Justin let it and held it in his right hand as he let out a puff of smoke. Damn, it felt nice having a quiet morning out on the water like this. He could almost pretend he didn't spend sixteen years of hell here. Before he became a man and showed his father he couldn't be pushed around anymore.

@ FallenHope95

Once Bailey was under the water, she didn't want to get out. It felt so nice, to be somewhere alone again. The shower had always be a welcoming, calming place. The warm water and steam felt good against her skin. But it was certainly more than that. Now, it was like a mini getaway from everything happening behind those doors. And it was a moment for her to be alone. Bailey probably stayed in the shower a bit too long than she should have, but by the time she stepped out and wrapped herself in a towel, she felt a little better.

She waited in there until her body was dry enough, at which point, she got ready for the day and put on her outfit. She had to be more careful than usual though, now ultra-aware of just how much she used her hands for just about everything.

When she was done, clean and presentable, Bailey headed out of the bathroom. She moved her dirty clothes and bag out of the way. Her eyes then glanced around the cabin, wondering where Justin had gone as he was no longer inside. But her eyes stopped when she noticed he was leaning over the railing on the deck.

Now knowing where he was, Bailey collected the things she needed to wrap her hands back up. With everything in her arms, Bailey headed out of the door and walked up to Justin. "Can you please help me?" Bailey asked as she looked up at him. He had said that he would.