An Angel For Bishop: Part 3

Willows
tortured past exposes itself.

In 4 parts, based on a post by BurntRedstone.
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Once
they were both clean they were breathing hard and standing facing each other.
The moment he leaned towards her lips she surged forward to press hers against
his. His tongue slipped forward to brush against hers and suddenly she was
sucking at his tongue. His hands came up and cupped her breasts and he gently
took her nipples between his thumb and finger, feeling the little gold barbells
and rings dangle from them. Willow gasped into his mouth and he felt Willow's
legs buckle a little. She was beginning to make those needy yips as she rolled
her hips. She tugged, but he jolted back.

"Willow,
I don't have any condoms and I doubt Percy had the decency to put you on the
pill. We can't."

"I
can't get pregnant," was all she said as she tugged at him.

"What?"
he gasped, as it was difficult holding a conversation with her.

"The
doctor made sure I couldn't have babies so it's okay," she said in a
matter of fact tone.

His
head was spinning. He was still incredibly worked up and wanted to take Willow
right now, but she'd just dropped a bomb from her past in his lap and his mind
was reeling with the implications of her words.

"Please!
I need it!" she whined as he continued to hold her off while he tried to
get his head back in the game. Willow dropped to her knees in one movement.
First her lips were sliding, then her nose was buried against his stomach. He
could feel her swallowing but he couldn't feel her breathing so he pulled back
until he heard her gasp.

 Willow
got to her feet then turned around and put her hands against the shower wall,
pushing her ass back. She rubbed him up and down her crack a few times. Dan
grabbed her hips and Willow sighed. She was surprisingly tight and he couldn't
get over how amazing she felt.

Willow
was moaning loudly and bearing down with her joyous cries she was loving every
second. He could not exploit her vulnerable mental state, but knew that
rejection was beyond her capacity to tolerate. So he continued to caress her
and gently show her that she was precious and respected.

The
feeling of real love was enough to set her body into what seemed like multiple
waves of ecstasy. Somehow Dan had found an amazing tool of therapy for this
sexually abused woman.

He
pulled her back to stand upright. This sensation and her cries of joy triggered
him. For good measure he gave her neck a gentle kiss and felt her trigger off
again.

He
held her exhausted body suspended between his arm circling her chest and his
other arm around her hip. She leaned back against his chest and her breath came
out in deep gasps.

Once
their breathing had returned to normal Dan set her feet back on the floor. He
looked at her and said "We need to talk about what you said about the
doctor. I need to hear the whole story, but later." He tenderly washed
between her legs. Then he shampooed and conditioned her hair once more. God he
loved running his fingers through her hair and from the way she moaned and
purred he knew she loved it too. He washed his hair, rinsed off, and turned the
water off. They stepped out and dried off with their thick towels together. He
replaced her bandages once more with dry ones. They padded into his bedroom and
Dan remembered her clothes should be ready in the dryer. He quickly collected
them and brought them back to her. He inspected the garments and saw the jeans
were largely undamaged though there were some grease stains on the lower legs
he suspected came from riding the motorcycle. Her shirt had a tear where the
branch had pierced her shoulder. He could probably fix it but it wouldn't be
pretty. He flipped it over and for the first time noticed the faded word across
the back. It said 'Bitch'. He frowned. That asshole probably made her wear it.
He wouldn't let her wear this again. He ripped it in two between his hands. He
looked up and saw Willow staring at him wide eyed.

"Sorry,
the shirt had a word on it that doesn't belong on you. You won't be wearing
clothes like that with me. You deserve better," he said.

She
smiled shyly at him. He saw she was struggling to get the bikini top on. Now
that he was an 'expert' he showed her how to tie the lower string first under
her tits (while struggling to keep his hands off of them), spin the knot around
to the back, and pull the cups up, tying the top strings behind her neck.

With
his hands behind her neck, feeling her damp but now much smoother hair
caressing his hands he saw she was looking into his eyes. He leaned forward and
kissed her lips tenderly. He just wanted to feel her amazing lips on his as her
kiss was so sweet. Willow's eyes closed and she swayed a little when he pulled
back. His heart hurt she was so lovely. How anyone could hurt someone so
beautiful was beyond him. He pulled her into a hug and squeezed her body
against his, wanting to protect her with his strength and relishing the
intimacy. Her arms wrapped around his chest and he felt her shiver. He pulled
back and looked at her questioningly. He saw tears sliding down her cheeks.

"What's
wrong?" he asked gently.

"I've
never felt like this before," she whispered and hiccupped. "I feel so
safe in your arms." She clung to him and pressed her face against his
neck. He squeezed her to him again, feeling her tremble against him. They stood
like that for a while. Once her trembling calmed he stepped back and gave her a
smile which she returned. Her eyes glowed and she seemed as relaxed as he'd
ever seen her.

Chapter 3

Dan
gave Willow a tour of the 'log cabin' which was more accurately described as a
log mansion. He was rather proud of the building as it showcased his
engineering expertise. The building was all on one level and followed the
natural contours of the hillside in a serpentine curve with a magnificent view
of the surrounding mountains, or in this case the blizzard which continued to
rage into its second day. Under the gleaming hardwood flooring the entire
structure was built on a poured concrete base with in-floor heating courtesy of
a complex network of piping linked to the hot springs and an even more complex
computer control system. The power needed to support the electronics and the
rest of the house was fed by a huge series of batteries stored in an
underground bunker built into the hillside. This array was on a constant
trickle feed from multiple sources. Wind turbines, solar panels, geothermal,
and even a small hydro turbine generator tapping into an underground river they
discovered during construction. All said, they had energy to spare.

Beyond
the amazing array of technology he'd built into the mansion the building
contained all the comforts you could ask for. There was a huge living room with
a large stone fireplace surrounded by deep comfy couches and facing a panoramic
view of the mountainside. A large deck started on the northern side of the
house and wrapped around to the western side to create a huge, two level
socializing area in front of the living and dining room windows. Behind the
living room built into the mountain was a large home theatre with stadium
seating for twelve, three rows of four comfy recliners. Next to the living room
was a large dining room with a massive polished slab of shiny hardwood for a
table and seating for twelve. The next room was the kitchen which Willow was
familiar with. There was an enormous pantry off the kitchen and a second door
which led to the communications/control center for the house which doubled as a
safe room. The table in the kitchen sat six and there was a deck accessible by
a door next to the table. Exiting from the other side of the kitchen was a
corridor which had the laundry room on one side, a utili