Free Surviving Him by Dawn Keane Page A

the confines of his shorts and take him in my mouth, stroking the sensitive underside of the tip with my tongue.
    I relish every last inch of his perfect, thick cock, sucking him all the way to the back of my throat, feeling him grow harder with every stroke of my tongue. I look up into his eyes; they are scorching with pleasure.
    He keeps saying my name as I tease him with my tongue.
    “Dana. Fuck Dana. What do you do to me, babe? Don’t let me lose it. I want to fuck you hard.”
    He jerks and shifts as his body races toward orgasm.
    I suck him deep and slow until he can’t take it anymore. He lifts me up, swiping the counter clear and bends me over the breakfast bar. He wastes no time slipping his thick cock inside me. His thrusts are deep and slow, rocking me in the most delicious rhythm, diving deeper, and he has me crying out my pleasure in no time.
    Logan explodes inside me and rests his body on top of mine. He kisses my neck, still inside me, still hard, and continues moving in and out.
    “I want you to come.”
    “I want me to come too.”
    I gasp, only able to see the inside of my eyelids.
    He fucks me hard, keeping his slow deep rhythm, creating friction in all the right places, pushing me toward orgasm until I am unable to hold on any longer.
    “Logan, don’t let me lose it, not yet… please.”
    I want this moment to last forever, but after a few more thrusts I couldn’t hold on any longer and I explode around his cock like fireworks on New Year’s Eve.
    Completely exhausted from my day, we curl up in Logan’s bed. I cuddle into his hard, warm body, our legs entwined together, and my head on his chest.
    My thoughts drift to Manchester.
    “I will have to remember to call my mum and the girls in the refuge in the morning so they don’t worry about us.”
    “I will remind you to get in touch with them in the morning. Don’t worry. You need to try and switch off, baby, and get some rest.”
    I’ve never been any good at switching off. My mind has always worked in overdrive, always thinking ahead about every possible situation, always safety first, always standing on the edge of my own hell, imprisoned in my mind, body and soul. Watching and waiting for something to happen. Feeling it in my bones, it’s always there, haunting my mind, never setting me free.
    I feel so tired, drifting off into a deep sleep, the fear and anxiety ripping my heart in to a million tiny pieces; every blow to my face and body, stinging my skin, trying to protect my already bruised face with my arms.
    “Please stop. Don’t do this. Please.”
    The memories flash in my mind.
    The blows kept on coming, even when I begged him to stop his large hands haunting me, even in my dreams. His black boots came towards my stomach, leaving footprints, marking me like a farmer would his cattle, owning me.
    “Dana. Dana wake up, babe. Dana, you’re dreaming, you’re just dreaming, you’re safe. Wake up, girl.”
    When I wake, I can’t shake off the fear in my heart, and the tears start to flow.
    “You’re ok. I won’t let anyone hurt you. Shhhh, you’re okay, baby. We’re safe here, see? It’s just us, just you and me. I’ve got you, Dana. I’m never letting you go. Go back to sleep.”
    He lays back down and pulls me to him, tucking me into his side, and kisses the top of my head, running his fingers soothingly along the skin on my arm. I hold onto Logan like my life depends on it, waiting for my heart rate to calm before finally drifting off again into an exhausted sleep.

    Logan opens the passenger side door for me to climb in. Kayleigh and Amy are begrudgingly all ready to go and strapped in the back seats.
    “I’m totally gutted, Logan. I wish we could stay a bit longer,” I say staring at the ground.
    “Mum, we should just stay. We really don’t want to leave. It’s so unfair.”
    I know everyone feels as torn by this as I am, and I tell Kayleigh and Amy.
    “I know, but we can’t. We have to go back down to the