19. You Make Me Crazy
Chapter nineteen
You Make Me Crazy
" W hat the fuck!" King roars as he tips over into the other chair, barely making it in time. "Godamnit, Isobel!"
The satisfaction that shoots through my being is almost as sharp as the knife that sinks into the back of the wooden chair and dramatically vibrates for a second before clattering to the seat, then onto the floor. Gustavo hurries into the room with an arched eyebrow, and King, breathing hard as he puts an elbow on his knee, holds a hand up to ward him off.
"Don't you dare fucking talk about me like I'm not here!" I yell across the table, my hands flat on the table, completely aware I look like a maniac but I do not care.
Everyone's sat back in their seat. Richard keeps his gaze impassive as he studies me, not jumping to King's defense like I'd expect. Maribel, Brody, and Teresa stare at me with wide eyes, and Mason is now full on laughing. "Oh my God, Hendrix. Yes! Finally someone who can put you in your place! Here, Isobel, try again."
He slides his knife towards me, nudging my fingers with it.
But I ignore him, pointing a finger at King who's clenching his jaw and picking his seat back up. "You fucking watch your back. You may kidnap me, take my phone, my fucking livelihood, but you will fucking respect me and act as if I'm in the room with you when you are speaking about me." My eyes water. "Because I'm done being ignored. I did it for the last two fucking years and you know it. Address or defer to me , when I'm with you-
"Isobel-" King interrupts, his brows furrowing, but I talk over him.
"No!" I shout. "You will not take my fucking dignity away from me on top of everything else, or I will become your worst goddamn nightmare, do you fucking understand me, Hendrix?"
Maribel gasps, putting a hand to her throat. "Hendrix, what's going on? You told her she can't work?"
King, who's busy looking at me like he wants to murder me, turns serious eyes to his mother. "No, no I didn't . I never said she couldn't-"
"Well you never gave me any reassurances that I could either, now did you? " I hiss at him. Clenching my fingers tightly I remain standing up. "I'm just locked up in that fucking house with nothing to do and no one to talk to but you, Sweetie, or the servants! I want my fucking phone!" I throw my hand up and then start ticking off on my fingers. "I want to scroll mindlessly at the end of the night, I want to check my social media, I need to research new designs, I'd like to catch up on my online books, I want to play my stupid games, I want to be able to watch-"
"Okay! Shut your fucking mouth for a minute, little demon!" King yells at me .
He's breathing hard, the color rising in his face at how loud he got. My heart skips a beat, but I fold my arms and put my nose up in the air, pursing my lips. "YouTube videos," I whisper.
Because I just know he thought I was going to say porn.
I fight back a smile, seeing his mouth drop open, and he half turns from me, putting his hands on his hips and his mouth tightens as he tries to get a grip. If we were home I'm sure he'd be tackling me again.
Maribel stands up so fast that Richard hauls himself out of his chair, putting a hand to her elbow. "Are you treating her right, son?" she shouts in a loud voice. "It doesn't sound like it. Answer me now before I come across this table."
Hendrix takes a cautious step back at the sudden violence in his mother's eyes.
I can't blame him, I'm a little shocked too.
"I've been doing nothing but treating her right." King turns to me with something akin to fear in his eyes as they meet mine. "Tell them, Izzy. You know I haven't been fucking you over. I've treated you like a princess since you've been with me." He's loud, letting me know he's about to snap, family or no family present.
I think I've about pushed too hard.
"No," I shake my head. "I don't want to be treated like a princess. I want to be treated like a queen." The entire room goes completely silent at my harsh admission, but I don't care. I have a fucking point I need proven. "And if you're going to do this to me, then you're damn well going to treat me the way I want!"
"Oh wow. I know that's right. You ask for what you need, girl," Teresa whispers quietly, taking a sip of her apple juice.
King's chest visibly expands on a sharp inhale, and he gets this look in his eyes that lets me know I'm probably quite literally fucked when I get home. "I do treat you like a- "
"Then give me my phone back, give me my keys back, and let me go back to work!" I interrupt him.
The tension amps up to near unbearable heights as we stare each other down, the passion between the two of us smoldering. I'm honestly surprised we're not bursting into flames in front of everyone. King is silent for so long that I shift, just about losing my resolve. "I'll stay," I say, keeping the bite out of my tone. "I give you my word. I won't run. I won't tell, I just want to be able to keep my business."
Still he regards me quietly.
I wet my lips, fighting back tears. "King, please. I've worked too hard for it." His blue eyes stare into mine, unmoving. Not even blinking. Please, baby, I mouth.
King folds his arms, and after a tense few seconds he nods his head once.
Oh thank God. I close my eyes and place my hand on my chest feeling like I could faint. "Now, will you come give your wife a kiss?" I say quietly.
Opening my eyes, I tilt my head and put my hands demurely behind my back, showing him that I don't have anything to hurt him with. I'm perhaps even slightly ashamed, because this is the second time he's seen me go crazy with a knife.
King walks around the table towards me, his approach so fast and purposeful that I take a couple steps back, afraid he's going to run into me and knock me over. But he reaches out, snatches me forward by my nape and slams his lips over mine, still walking into me. We back up a few steps as his free hand curls around my lower back to steady me, shoving me into him enough to let me know that he's rock hard.
He licks into my mouth while I wiggle, trying to soften our kiss. "King, your family-" I chastise, but he cuts me off, sealing his mouth even harder around me till I can't speak, can barely damn breathe. Letting me know that he'll have me whenever and however he likes, family as an audience or not.
Sharp, white-hot arousal hits me hard. Settling deep in my belly and even lower, until with every lick into my mouth I feel my clit pulse, making me miserable.
Richard clears his throat hard, causing King to finally decide to let us come up for air. His hand comes up and his fingers rub my lips hard.
"Will you really give me my stuff back? Let me go back to work?" I whisper softly against his fingers, holding tight onto his forearms.
King places his forehead against mine and nods. "Yes, but dammit, Izzy. Now I'm ruining your surprise early." A little thrill courses through me at the admission, and he sighs, grumbling a little. "You promise not to run?"
I shake my head, giving him a little grin. "I have a feeling you wouldn't let me get very far."
"No, not even an inch, lady." His eyes flash dangerously, giving me another kiss before leaning into my ear. "You're in so much trouble when we get home."
"I know," I say back, a tingle of excitement steals my breath momentarily, traveling down to my clit.
"Okay, you two, damn , you're worse than Brody and I!" Teresa calls out, effectively snapping us out of our spell.
I'm given my knife back just in time to see the servants come in with steaming plates of steaks and eggs. We spend time talking, getting to know one another. Everyone acts like they didn't just see me go bat shit crazy, however, Mason keeps giving me these looks that lets me know I've won some serious brownie points with him.
I'm putting the last bite of food in my mouth when King announces we're getting ready to leave.
"What?" I look around, seeing everyone beginning to get up. "That's it? We just eat and then leave?" Everyone kind of blinks at me. I look at King. "We drove almost an hour here to eat for an hour and leave? You guys don't spend time as a family? Play games? Nothing?"
They all look at each other nervously, except Richard. "Well, what did you have in mind?" he states, folding his arms and rocking back on his feet.
"I don't know." I shrug my shoulder. "You all know how to play monopoly?"
Richard smiles nice and slow. "Are you kidding? I call the house piece!" He turns, headed out the room. "Be right back! Clear the table."
Two hours later, Richard and I are neck and neck, but he eventually wins. Not surprising, as I've found out he's a mortgage broker mogul. He owns the mortgage company that everyone in the state uses to buy houses.
"Damn. I hope to be like you one day. Just rich and powerful and on top of the world!" I say to him teasingly as he pulls all the fake money towards him.
Richard laughs as he begins to meticulously sort and stack the money, giving me a wink. "I think you're a little closer than you think, Izzy!"
His use of my nickname fills my heart with something that's been missing for twenty years. I sigh happily, smiling at the older man. This is as close to a father as I've ever had and it feels good. I look over at King leaning back in his chair, watching us while he nurses a whiskey. I blink and glance away nervously, feeling a little insecure.
Might I luck out with new family and a husband?
This time on the way home, I let him hold my hand and I sit in the middle seat pressed against him. King's holding it to his lips, nibbling on my fingers when he looks over at me. "I want you to go straight to the bedroom when we get back," he says quietly, looking out the window as the trees fly past .
"Yours, or mine?"
He turns his head to meet my eyes. "Whichever bed is comfortable enough for you to be on your back for the rest of the day."
My clit pulses. "Fine." I scrunch my nose.
Looking back out the window we hold hands, and we're quiet the rest of the way home. It's the only peace I'm allowed for the rest of the day.
"Aaahhh shit!" I scream hoarsely. "Kiiinnnngggg!" My mouth falls open as I surrender to another orgasm that causes my vision to waiver.
I gasp for breath but he won't stop, gripping my hips and keeping me moving for him. I'm on something like my tenth orgasm, my punishment for my outburst earlier today. I whimper, feeling a hot bead of sweat slick down my back as my hips churn restlessly against King's.
His dick spreads me wide, and I'm taking him as deep as I can get while I'm on top. Soft sucking sounds fill the air along with the rain. Another storm that won't seem to quiet.
I flinch looking down at the top of his head. He's latched onto my nipple, nibbling, and sucking for all he's worth. Tugging and pulling.
"This changes nothing between us," I say, seeing him pull away from my flesh and releasing my nipple with a slight popping sound. He fists his hands in my hair at the same time I grip his, and we attack each other's mouths greedily with our lips and tongues. "You still fucking kidnaped me. Kept me prisoner, " I mumble between kisses.
"I disagree, little demon. Something's definitely changed." He talks around my mouth before biting back a groan as I pulse around him .
He might be right, but still, it's the principle of the matter.
He grips my ass with both hands, plumping my flesh hard and helping me on and off him, our bodies making little slapping sounds that drive me wild.
"Oh god you taste so good," I moan. Sucking his tongue into my mouth I taste the lingering flavor of whiskey and bacon. It's a heady mix, making me lightheaded and even more lustful. "Fuck!" I complain, slapping my pussy harder and harder onto him until with a sharp cry, I feel my body relent and I finally get all of him inside of me.
I twitch hard, sore because he's so big.
The memory of the way this man looked at me over dinner that night when I told him the filthiest, nastiest things about my past, and then just rolled with the punches while I threw a knife at him over brunch and didn't lose that look of lust in his own eye, has got me hot for him. Prisoner or no prisoner.
Just like that our circumstances shift, and I become a prisoner of my own making.
"Do you really love me, King?" I whisper into his mouth, gripping his hair hard and tilting his head to look up at me. I move a little harder, feeling our stomachs rubbing together intimately. We're pressed as tight as we can get, and I wish we could get even closer.
"You know I do, Izzy," he says, his blue eyes like ice staring up at me. I flinch, feeling his hands come up to roll my nipples gently. My hips jerk, and I lose my rhythm as he pinches harder and then tugs. "I've loved you since the moment I saw you." The words come out guttural and raw, leaving me with absolutely no doubt that he's telling the truth.
My chest tightens, I can't say anything. I won't .
I run my hands through his hair, hoping this is enough to appease him.
"You'll leave me," King breathes. My eyes prick as desperation saturates his usually deep, confident tone. My eyes flicker over his face, his nostrils flare as he tightens his hands on me. "You'll run away and never come back." His eyes look tortured as he stares up at me.
At my continued silence he leans forward on a harsh growl, taking my nipple again between his teeth and bites softly, causing me to cry out.
"Hendrix!" I yelp, flinching in pleasure. Ever since he found out just how sensitive they are, I can't get him away from them. My cum rushes out of me, sluicing over him.
Inhaling raggedly I try and lean back, but he wraps a firm arm around me pulling me so tight against him my breast smooshes into his face and covers his nose. He sucks hard, and I come again even harder, tossing my head back and crying out to the ceiling.
"You'll fucking leave me!" he groans, pulling away to place his forehead against my breast bone.
"I won't," I gasp. "I won't because you're fucking me so good." He wrenches guttural sobs from my throat as he gives me perfectly measured thrusts. Not like the erratic thrusts from the last time we were fucking. He's the maestro to my orchestra, knowing exactly what note to emit with just a flick of his wrist. "I won't get it like this anywhere else. Where am I going to go if I leave you, hm? No one will fuck me like this. Take care of me like this. Only you, King. My King."
I run my hands back into his hair and try to tug him away from me so I can see him, but he turns his head and stills me with a warning nip to the sensitive curve of my inner breasts, making me clench around his length hard.
"Oh I know no one's going to satisfy you after me sweet thing. This body is mine. Your pleasure is mine." He looks up at me, putting a hand to my face and squishing my lips together before pulling me down to kiss him.
He nibbles on my plumped up lips, tugging on them and smacking his own lips erotically against me. My hips burn, I'm tired, now just grinding into him instead of bouncing up and down. I go still as I feel his hand spread my ass cheeks apart, and a long finger runs up the seam, smearing my juices from my pussy up to my ass.
My eyes widen.
"This is mine too," he says quietly. "All mine. Just for me."
"Wait! No one's ever-" I arch against him hard, feeling him insert just the tip of his forefinger there.
I'm completely still now, pressed against him except for our chests. He takes advantage of my arched position to bend down and take my nipple back into his mouth. My eyes water at all the sensations washing over me at once. He nibbles and the sensation shoots straight to my clit and I cry out. Fuck it's so tender.
My heart palpates before drawing to a stop.
"Hen…Hen…" I gasp and tense hard, holding my breath as my orgasm hits me at the first wet suck of my abused nipple, and he takes full advantage of it, sliding his finger nice and deep while he sucks and clamps his teeth down. I scream and push against him as I'm roughly forced into the worst orgasm of my life. His fingers tighten hard on my arm.
My skin pricks, hot shivers explode everywhere: the tips of my nipples, my clit, my toes and fingers.
My body heats up like I've been set on fire. "Hendrix, pleeasseee," I moan long and slow as he wraps his thick arm in an iron band around me holding me still. I shudder, throwing my head back in complete submission .
"I don't know why you're begging," he says. "You know I'm going to do whatever I want to do with you. And if I want to fuck this body until you can't think straight, lick and suck every inch of it until you're nothing but a quivering mess of need for me, then that's what's going to happen. You know it. So shut that pretty mouth up and just feel, baby. Feel what I do to you."
When he withdraws his finger, he pulls up on my nipple and scrapes it through his teeth in a harsh bite at the same time he thrusts two fingers back in.
"Oh God," I moan.
My eyes are glazed over, staring unseeingly at the ceiling as he repeats the movement over and over. I flinch and let out a mewling sound when I feel his free hand pinch my other nipple and pluck it and I just hang there, feeling a long gush of wetness trickle out of me between us as I'm mercilessly shoved into a state of continuous orgasm.
"Hmm," King grunts, the sound so sexual that it throws me into another harder orgasm, and this time he introduces another finger, thrusting nice and slow.
I feel myself relax even further, pressing heavily onto him, sucking him in so deep I probably won't ever not feel him there. King's really enjoying himself torturing me. Heat races through my veins, and with every warm, rough suck and nibble he treats me to, I clench around him.
I'm so heavy with need that I feel choked by it, and I think I might die if he pulls out.
I might die anyway from all the back-to-back orgasms. And these aren't little orgasms either, these are big ones that take a lot out of me. It's made my pussy swollen and needy, not wanting to let go after being starved for so long.
"King, I might…" I gasp. "I think I need to sleep with you inside me." The words come out hoarse, desperate.
He pulls away with a loud suck, licking his lips and then giving me a harsh smacking kiss onto my lips before lowering his mouth to my other nipple that he'd been neglecting, latching on just as tightly.
"Ohhhhhh fffuuuccckkkkkk!" I cry, feeling him shove all the way in to his knuckle and twist his fingers. "King!" I scream.
He begins to thrust faster and faster, pulling up with his fingers in my ass to get me to glide up and down his cock. "Tell me you love me," he says harshly, pulling away from my breasts and snatching my face down to look at him.
I feel the blood leave me so fast I become lightheaded.
He moves me on him faster and faster, and I glance down whimpering; seeing an insane amount of my cum has pooled between us where we're joined. In a surprising move he snatches up one of my hands, swipes it through my excitement and smears it all over his torso and chest. Rubbing it in nice and thoroughly.
I feel my nose twitch, and something comes over me that's unexplainably primal. I yank off him to shuffle up his body on my knees, rubbing my pussy all over his stomach and his chest.
I can't tell him that I love him, but I can tell him another way how I feel.
"Mine," I whimper, still feeling him stretching my ass out with his fingers deep inside me. "Mine!" I say louder. "I swear to G-God, King, if I ever catch you ch-cheating on me I will fucking kill you. I'll kill you," I yell.
I think I mean that shit too.
Clumsily, I straddle his shoulders as he all but slams my pussy onto his mouth on a feral grunt .
Lowering my arms to grab his hair, I clutch it hard and scream again as he latches onto my clit and sucks. "Suck harder!" I shout, clutching him to me with everything in me.
I roll my hips and bob against his mouth, feeling my clit scrape through his teeth with every lift of my hips. When I slam back down, he sucks me in tightly, treating me to fast flicks of his tongue against my clit. I begin thrashing against him, fucking losing my mind at what he does to me.
He slaps my ass hard, but I don't even flinch. "That's right baby, fuck my face."
"Shut up and suck my pussy!" Losing my mind, I yank at his hair and squeal as he does something with his teeth and lips that makes my eyes cross. My thighs begin to shake as wetness flows out of me all over his mouth and jaw but he keeps licking and sucking until I seize, trying to lift off him when he tightens his arm hard, preventing me from getting up.
"I'm not fucking done with you. Sit your ass back down," he barks up at me.
"Goddamn it," I whimper, my heart racing and sweat slicking between my breasts. I'm not going to survive this. Hell, I don't think we're going to survive each other. Feeling this next orgasm come at me, I shiver, afraid of how strong it is. "No-Henny, no-"
I strain to get off, but he yanks me down even harder, his fingers curl in my ass and I toss my head back wailing as he hits a spot I've never felt before. "You make me feel crazzzyyyyy!" I scream, tears streaming down my face as I settle against him and shudder weakly through the next orgasm that I'm surprised doesn't drown him. "King, you're killing me. You're killing meee! "
I jerk, feeling something hot and wet hit my back. I sag weakly, completely spent. As I'm gasping for air and praying I don't die, I realize he's ejaculating, and his semen is hitting my back and ass.
He groans against me, rolling his hips as he spurts several more hot lashes onto my flushed, sensitive skin.
"Rub it in, King. Rub it in," I moan, feeling him still sucking me lightly as he pulls his fingers out of my ass and begins to rub his cum into my back.
Feeling weak, I make a little noise and topple over onto my side, breathing hard.
We both lay there panting, and I am completely in shock at what just happened. My hands are shaking, and I can't relax my toes from being clenched up. After a few moments, he gets up on a groan and disappears before coming back with a huge wet bath towel which he uses to clean us both up. He picks me up tenderly and then carries me, still trembling, into his bedroom, placing me between the sheets.
When he goes to pull away, I wrap my arms and legs around him and whisper against his lips. "Inside me please." I wait patiently as he presses every inch of his body to mine and notches his dick to my aching pussy, arching my neck because it feels so good as he spreads me back apart inch by delectable inch, and then settles down on top of me carefully.
We fall asleep entwined around each other.