Birdy - Wild Horses

The words flashed in front, lighting up like a blessing. This was the only good news she to come out of her hellish experiences as Gideon's wife. She was not carrying his baby, there was still hope.

Happy tears shot down her cheeks and for the first time she smiled so brightly.

"Mrs Torres?" Vivian called through the door. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah!" She shouted back. "Everything is alright!"

She got off the floor, wiped her tears and discarded the content into the trash. She practically skipped out of the bathroom, a joyous smile on her face.

"So?" Vivian asked, nervously.

"I'm not pregnant." She smiled, "I told you I just ate too much food."

Vivian clenched her jaw, tilting her head to the side in confusion at the big grin on the girl's face. It was the first time she had seen such a bright smile reaching her eyes. Those emerald orbs were not filled with sadness or worry - there was no fear nor panic rolling off her.

This was not a mask to hide sadness of not being pregnant, it was true joy. She was beyond happy.

"Well," Vivian said, moving onto the next topic. She would have to inform her boss later. "What do you want to do today?"

"I want to go out!" She beamed, "I want to see Singapore. I've never visited here before."

Rory didn't want her trip to Singapore to end up like Greece where she never got the chance to explore the country. She pleaded her eyes causing the older woman to frown. She fished out her phone from her photo and dial Gideon's number. She was instructed to not let her leave without his permission, and Gideon's orders were always absolute.

No one wanted their heads decorated with bullets.

"What is it?" He gruffly answered.

"Mrs Torres wishes to explore the city." She informed him. "Does she have your permission to leave?"

"Put her on the phone." He ordered.

Vivian gave Rory the phone and that big grin flatten into a straight line.

"Hello?" She stammered.

"What is it that you want?" He asked. Gideon wanted to hear it from her, for her to ask him directly for the things she wanted.

"To go outside." She replied, "I've never been to Singapore before."

"If that's what my wife wants then that's what my wife gets." He chuckled, "You can go out, Rory. You can do whatever you want as long as you know where your place is."

There was a warning to his tone, he was silently telling her not to run away again. She clutched her chest, feeling it shake nervously.

"Where is your place?"

"Next to you." She breathed with stuttering words.

~*~

Securities, at least five of them, followed Rory wherever she went. They trailed behind with their menacing structures and blank look. Thankfully, they were considerate enough to follow metres away, often standing near exits no doubt intending to cut off all her escape routes.

True to her words, Rory had no desire to run away especially after what he did to her. Her skin on her back and calves were healing nicely with no signs of deep scarring but the cut on her collarbone was a different story. It had blacken and dead skin was beginning to flake off. The worst part was that it was so itchy and she had to scratch it which earned her a scolding from Vivian.

It was, without question, going to scar and become a memory that will haunt for the rest of her life.

"Mrs Torres!" Vivian called, gesturing with her hands to come over.

"You don't have to call me that." Rory huffed, skipping over. "My first name is fine."

Vivian shoved satays, meat skewers, in her hand, before saying, "I don't want to cross your husband." She knew what the man was capable of and has seen it with her own eyes. "Where else do you want to go now?" She asked, munching on the satays.

They visited the zoo first, played with orangutang, feed giraffes and rhinos, and watched a show. Rory bought souvenirs for everyone at home - fridge magnets and mugs, scarfs and other little trinkets. She bought even more gifts at a marketplace to the point her arms couldn't hold the bags any longer.

Thankfully, the securities were there to step in, offering to carry all her bags. They were useful after all.

"I don't know, what do you think we should do?" She shrugged, eating the last of her satays.

"How about we visit a Buddhist temple?" Vivian suggested, "Say a prayer or two."

Agreeing to her suggestion, they rode the car to a one of the country's oldest temples. The architecture, complex and intricate, was built without a single nail, moulded into a traditional Chinese style. Sculptures of dragons and phoenix took her breathe away - they were so beautiful and elegant.

Rory followed Vivian's lead, copying her every move. She sat on her legs and lighting an incense, a potent smell of sweet wood with hints of herbs and resins. It was so warming.

She clasped her palms together and began a prayer. Once her eyes closed, a guilt raise in her chest. She saw her father, a bullet hole in his head and she felt Henry's coldness in her fingers and her stepmother's cashmere cardigan stained red. So, she prayed for them and wished that they live their next life without pain and suffering.

She prayed for her mother's health and safety as well as thanking those who were taking care of her in her absences.

Rory swallowed and made another prayer but this time for herself - she prayed for her freedom. Practically, begging for her golden cage to be opened and let her fly away. Free from all her pain, her guilt and most of all free from her tormentor.

When she opened her eyes, her vision was blurred and her lashed were damp.

"Mrs Torres?" Vivian spoke softly. The girls was upset and she didn't want to push her any further. "Are you ready to go?"

Nodding, she hopped off her feet and walked out the temple.

~*~

To her surprise, Rory glanced out the car window, marvelling at the beautiful structure of Gardens by the Bay. It lit up the night with bright purple, blue and green colours.

Initially, she thought they were heading back to the penthouse since it was already late and neither of them had dinner yet. Vivian hadn't said why they were here but Rory sensed in her gut that Gideon was somehow behind this.

They went inside a dome housing thousands of flowers and plants. As she glanced around at the decor, it reminded her of their enchanted forest wedding with plants climbing up the walls and flowers hanging from the ceilings.

As expected, her husband - the gorgeous beasts was waiting for her in his expensive Armani suit. He held a bouquet of red roses in this hands and white toy rabbit with red ribbon tied around its neck. She recognised the ribbon, it was hers from when she had lost it in Greece. Or, so she thought.

"Mi teroso." He murmured pulling her close to his chest. He planted a deep kiss on the side of her neck, stealing her breathe away. "You look lovely."

Gideon drank in her attire. She looked simple and comfortable in her jeans and sweatshirt. She was the most beautiful being he had ever laid eyes on.

It wasn't her usual outfits but she was trying to hide her the marks he had given her. She certainly did not want people staring at her more than they were already. Her face was still purple and green, bring people to question why she was like that.

"A gift for my gift." He smirked with a lopsided grin.

"Thank you." Rory took the flowers and the toy rabbit. It's fur was soft, she noted as she ran her fingers through it.

"When I'm not there, hold it tight to you." He said, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Gideon bought the stuffed toy to help with her nightmares. He had put a recording inside it in hopes of calming her when he was not around. He showed her by pushing a button in its feet and his sweet voice appeared.

Mi teroso, are you thinking of me?

Because I am thinking you. You're on my mind constantly from dusk to dawn.

I dream of you then awake, holding you in my arms, feeling your warmth against my skin.

You have made me the happiness man alive for being mine. Te quiero, my wife, with all of me.

His confession made her heart skip a beat, setting her skin alight as she blushed profusely. Vivian and his security had heard it all, watching them with a grin. Rory held the rabbit to her chest and glanced down at her feet in embarrassment.

He was being cheesy. Too cheesy.

Gideon lifted her face up by the chin and pecked her lips before pulling her into an embrace.

"How about I take a picture for you?" Vivian offered, "To commemorate it."

Gideon fished out his phone, handing her the device. They stood under the flowers, him in his suit and her in her old clothing - they were a mismatch. They weren't right for each other, everyone who stood and watch could see it, craning their heads in curiosity at the girl and her big, beasty husband.

Rory didn't know where to look so she glanced up at him to find him staring down at her with his tender filled eyes. He dipped his head and kissed her with so much passionate her heart raced - not from panic but something else so foreign.

He pulled away a moment later, staring lustfully at her wet lips.

"Thank you, Vivian," He nodded in appreciation.

They ate dinner at the restaurant he had rented out, they sat on the balcony overlooking the flower garden with an air of romance surrounding. The staff showered them compliments, saying they were a beautiful and wondered if they had any children.

Gideon had said no but he informed them that they would by the end of the year. He joked that they were working on it. Rory could only nod, smiling along to the joke.

Once they finished dinner and in the car back to the penthouse, it was past 9pm. He held her hand the entire ride and back into the penthouse. Like a obedient child, she followed him holding the flowers and toy to her chest.

Rory dug out a vase from under the kitchen counter and filled it with water before putting her roses inside it. This was the first time she had gotten such a romantic gift. She never pegged Gideon as the romantic type.

"Why don't you tell me what you did today?" He asked, helping into bed.

Since he was here, she was to sleep naked - he preferred it that way since he loved the feel of their skin pressed closely together.

Rory rested her head on his chest and started talking. She told him about their zoo adventures, shopping at a marketplace and eating a ton of street food that she was surprised she was still hungry at dinner. They also went to the temple, she explained, and prayed.

"What did you pray for?" He asked, nuzzling his stubble against her cheek.

She stilled at his question and quickly thought of a lie.

"Just regular things." She answered, turning her back to him. "Like, climate change and world peace."

He chuckled, wrapping his thick arms around her waist, "Don't lie to me. Tell me what did you pray for?"

He nibbled at her skin, leaving hot wet skins along his travels from her jaw to her arms. He was erected, she felt him hard and pressing into her backside.

"Do you know what I want to pray for right now?" He questioned, voice rasped as he tried to hold back from entering her.

"What is it?"

"You."

She gulped, feeling his palm slide down her stomach and sitting atop of her pussy. His finger cheekily flicked her clit causing her to gasp from the touch.

"I pray for you to be mine forever. Mine to love, to care for, to caress, to fuck and be the woman who carry my children." He declared, "You are mine and mine only."

Gideon laid her in the centre of their bed, flat on her back while he travelled down to her lower region and ate his dessert. He was hungry and only she could satisfy it.

Her body was swimming in bliss with his tongue dancing inside her. It arched up, meeting his tongue as he thrusted inside her tiny canal. He was stretching her just by sliding to fingers inside and fucked her like that.

"I'm going to come." She rasped, releasing her juice the moment the last word leaves.

Gideon kissed her inner thigh, relishing the feel of her smooth skin.

He climbed atop of her, stealing another passionate kiss. He loved kissing her, feeling those plump lips against his and their tongues meeting, exchanging the taste of each other. By the times, he pulled away her face was red from the lack of breathing. Her chest was heaving up and down as she gazed up at him underneath her lashes.

Under the dim light of their room, she looked absolute breathtaking, laying there with her curls spreading onto the pillow and hands resting beside her head. Oh, submissive she looked, he sighed.

She was bare, her breast begging to be played with. So, he dipped his head and took her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked, tugged and grazed his teeth against the flesh. She moaned, rolling her body upwards and holding on to his shoulder as she combusted just from him sucking her pebbles.

"You like that baby?" He cooed, reaching to feel the wetness between her walls.

Slowly, she nodded feeling embarrassed and rather upset her body was acting on its own accord.

Chuckling, he clamped down her right nipple and sucked vigorously while making dirty and erotic noises. At the same, he finger fucked her, filling her with his three fingers.

"Ohhh," she sighed, sealing her eyes tight as she bucked her pelvic against his fingers.

He was fast, plunging his knuckles deeper and hitting her sensitive spot with such force. She came with another mind blowing orgasm causing her to cry out loudly.

"Yes, yes!" He encouraged, "Only I can make you scream like that."

Without a second thought, Gideon entered her tight pussy and groaned at the way she curled around him, sucking on his length. He elevated her hips with the help of a spare pillow on the bed which gave him more access to her insides. Grabbing her hips, he fuck her like it was his last day on earth.

Rory cried out, screaming and clawing at his chest as she was unable to take all of him. It hurt so much but the bliss rocking her body made up for it. The combination of the pain and pleasure was so addicting. She - no - her body wanted more.

She watched, clinging onto his forearm, the movement of his dick pumping her pussy. Her mind was no longer clear, she saw nothing but everything at the same time. She was losing hold of her sanity the more he drove countless orgasms into her. It was slipping from her fingers, further and further as she become drunk with blissful releases.

Still lodged inside her pussy, Gideon flipped Rory onto her front, dragging her towards the edge of the bed so feet was dangling onto the floor. He fucked slowly but with enough hardness to pull a cry from her.

Grabbing the nape of her neck, he pulled her against his chest turning her face so that he entwined their lips. His tongue darted into her mouth, tasting all of her sweetness. He slammed his hips against her ass, driving his massive cock into her narrow passage with inhuman speed.

He wanted to feel his release, to come inside her and swell her with his children. He wanted kids, little versions of them running around the Medellín estate wrecking havoc simply because they were his kids. He chuckled silently at the thought and pressed her into the bed as he fucked her pussy - turning it swollen and red.

With a shudder, he filled her womb while a rough sound vibrates from his chest.

Rory laid under him completely spent. His kisses had taken her breath away, quite literally - he didn't give her a chance to catch her breath even for a second.

When he pulled out, her body trembles at the electric sensation and fell to her knees. She pursed her lips at the sight of her pussy leaking his cum onto the floor.

He had filled her up so much.

Then she realised she didn't have any contraceptive pills and she was alarmed. Gideon had disappeared into the bathroom and she searched for him to find him splashing water on his face.

"Gideon," she uttered.

He froze at the sound of his name coming from lips and tilted his head to her with a pleases smile.

"Yes, baby?"

"Can we go out?" She asked, timidly.

Gideon gave her a confusion look, it was 2am. Hardly anything was going to be open at this hour.

"What for?"

"I need, I need to get something." Her hands were fisted at her side, she wasn't sure how he was going to react to her next words, "I need to an emergency contraceptive pill."

Rory didn't miss the annoyed tick in his jaw. She bit the inside of her mouth as he ran a hand down his face. Please don't be angry, please don't be angry, she pleaded quietly. He didn't say anything, instead ended the conversation with a warning glare.

"You don't need it." Was all he said.

She was screwed.

Gideon pulled her back into the bed, her head resting against his chest with his big arms enveloping her in a tight embrace.

But, she couldn't close her eyes nor focus her mind especially at the feel of his cum sliding down her thighs.

"You haven't told me what you prayed for." He whispered, playing with the strands of her hair.

Rory spoke softly, not even sure if he had heard her, "My freedom."

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