42. Arabella
42
Arabella
M y entire body is buzzing as my arousal slowly fades away. I asked him to distract me because I was tired of crying. Tired of feeling the sadness and anger that coursed through my veins after I left mom’s house. I don’t know if I was more upset with her for treating me like trash or myself for allowing it.
Surprise. In the words of the greatest Taylor to ever grace this earth, ‘ It’s me. Hi. I’m the problem, it’s me. ”
The last thing I expected was for him to force me to orgasm in front of strangers, but I told him I trusted him and that hasn’t changed. I’ve never felt more adored, cherished, and cared for than I have tonight… with him. I should probably be embarrassed that he came all over my face like a whore, but I love that I caused him to lose control like he did. I’ve never seen him like this. Controlled chaos. Wild and slightly unhinged.
“Up,” he directs as he reaches for my hand to help me stand. “What do you need Bella?”
“Why do you call me Bella?” I need to know.
He leans down to place a light kiss on my forehead. “It means beautiful in many languages. And you’re the most beautiful person I know.” He says it so simply, like it should be obvious.
“Oh.”
“As far as I know, I’m the only one who calls you that, so it represents the part of you that belongs only to me. Bella… is mine.” I don’t have words.
He moves to a cabinet, grabbing something I can’t see, then sits on the bed and pulls me onto his lap. His hand moves to my face and I see the cloth he must have grabbed, just before he gently, carefully wipes the remnants of his release from my skin. The care this man takes to make sure I’m alright is next level and also so foreign to me. I’m used to doing everything for myself, I never thought I’d enjoy another person doing it instead. With him, it only serves to draw me further into his orbit.
Laying my head on his chest, I wrap my arms around his neck and listen to his heart beating rapidly in his chest.
“One day, you’ll see what I do when I look at you.” Tears threaten to sting my eyes at his promise. “And I’ll keep showing you until you believe it. You’re worth so much more than the words she hurts you with.”
“I don’t deserve you,” I whisper into his chest.
“You deserve so much more.” It doesn’t take long before tears are falling from my eyes, despite the calm I feel in my soul from being in his arms. He doesn’t stop them. Instead, he lets them fall until my eyes close and I drift off to sleep.
Ryker
Shortly after she fell asleep in my arms, I crawled out from underneath her soft body and tucked her under the satin covers. She’ll be safe for a bit until I get back. While we were occupied, I received a text from Axel saying he had more information for me on the bouncer that let her into the club.
I don’t bother knocking when I get to his office. It’s not really his office, but no one else knows how to do anything with any of the equipment in here, so for all intents and purposes, it is his space.
“I hear you have info for me.”
“Nice to see you too. How’s my sister?” he asks, rolling his eyes. “On second thought… don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”
“That’s probably for the best.” I can hardly contain the smile that tugs on my lips at the thought of her in the other room. Asleep and naked. Covered in my scent.
“I combed through all the video surveillance from the night you asked me about. I’m assuming this is what you were looking for.” He points to a screen at the center of the dozen that are set up and I see her. Jesus, I’d almost forgotten how drunk she was that night. She was wobbly on her feet and fucking Vince let her through anyway. Doormen have clear instructions to reject entry to the club area of the building for any sign of intoxication, despite how their wrist bands scan and he fucking let her through. She wasn’t fucking subtle.
My blood boils hot like it’s happening all over again and I turn and storm out.
“You’re welcome, dick!” Axel yells from behind me.
Whatever. I have a dumbass to fire, and it just so happens Vince is working tonight.
Not for long.
I hurry down the stairs to the main bar floor and make my way to the club entrance, where Vince is standing guard alongside another doorman. Depending on the night, we could have one or two guys watching the door. Lately, there have been two as an extra precaution.
They don’t see me until I’m right in front of them. Someone really ought to train these shitheads better. How are they going to protect anything or anyone if they don’t see what’s coming right at them?
I thought about giving him another chance, for about five seconds, but thought better of it. If he’s lax about one, he’ll be lax with others and I can’t have that. Gravity is nothing if people don’t feel safe while they’re here.
I walk right up to him and rear back, punching him in the nose–hard.
“The fuck. What the hell was that for, Ryker?”
“You let someone into the club when it was clear she was intoxicated. I don’t have to tell you that’s against the rules.”
“I’m sorry, man. It won’t happen again,” he promises.
“Oh, I know it won’t fucking happen, because you’re fucking fired.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“He’s serious,” Hayes assures him, behind me. “Time to go, man. No reason for this to get ugly.”
He and Axel are both at my back with their arms crossed against their chests, waiting for him to leave. Hayes isn’t bulky, but he’s tall and lean, towering over Vince. Then there’s Axel, who looks like he could bench press Vince and not bat an eye. I didn’t need it, but I’m grateful for the backup. Hopefully, this will show others that shit like this will not be tolerated–by anyone.
“Where you fucked up, Vince, is that girl you let through… is mine.”
Thankfully, he leaves without much more protest, mumbling how insane we all are on his way out.
Once we confirm he’s left the premises, I make my way back to get my girl so we can go the fuck home.
We should talk about what happened tonight with Christine, but she was clearly distraught when I found her and she seems better now. Eventually, she’s going to have to face this head on, because I fear it’s not going to go away anytime soon if she doesn’t. Her instinct is to distract herself and pretend shit doesn’t exist. It’s helped her survive this long, but it’s only going to get her so far.
I open the door to see her sitting at the foot of the bed, wrapped tightly in the comforter. Her cheeks are red, and despite the fact that she was crying earlier, I can tell there’s something else going on.
“You look like you have something to say.” Her cheeks redden further and now I’m concerned I pushed her too far.
Her lips press together as she scrunches her nose and squeezes her eyes shut tight before she lets out a high pitched squeak. “Ummmmm, so I don’t know how I could have forgotten about it, but would it be possible to remove this plug from my ass now?” She follows her request with a slight giggle. “Please, Sir.”
I stave off a laugh, but can’t resist my lips curving into a smirk before I position myself right in front of her. Her embarrassment is adorable, but I don’t want her to feel more self-conscious about her body than I know she already does. I love her body and all its delectable curves, but I know her mother has done a number on her self-worth and I’ll do everything in my power to undo that damage.
“Stand up and turn around,” I order. She eyes me warily, but does as I say, keeping the comforter tight against her chest. Pulling it off her and letting it drop to the ground, I place my hand between her shoulder and gently push, bending her at the waist until her face is flush with the mattress. My dick is at half-mast again as I pull her lousy excuse for underwear over her ass and down her thighs revealing the shiny plug I left inside of her.
“Such a good fucking girl. Did you like having Daddy’s plug in your ass all day?”
A small, breathy moan escapes her lips. “Yes, Daddy.”
I land a light smack on her right cheek, before I spread her open and pop the plug out. “See how easy that came out, baby? You’ll be ready to take me here in no time.” Her head turns further to look at me and her cheeks flush. “Do you want to me fuck this tight hole?”
She nods. “I’m still nervous it won’t fit though.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep training you to take me. This is the smallest plug I have, but there are bigger. We’ll work you up to them,” I promise. “You’ll be begging me to take you here by the time we’re finished.”
I can’t fucking wait.
“Time to go home.”