Chapter Twenty-Nine
Blair
The house is gorgeous. It sits in the middle of the woods and makes me feel at home. The outside is stunning with its floor-to-ceiling windows and wrap-around porch. It overlooks a small garden area. The gate opens after it scans my thumb, and we pull up to the house. I clear my throat. “Who are these men?”
I look around and there are men placed, literally, everywhere. There are four by the front door and at least a dozen near the gate and up to the property. I look around more, to find some on the porch. They are all just standing there in their black suits, with a gun on their hip.
“Preventive measures,” he says cryptically.
“Seriously?” biting my lip, anxiously.
“This is a little much don’t you think?” I fumble with my hands.
“Someone is threatening you, and you think I am being, what? Too Protective?” He raises his dark brow at me.
“I don’t want to be watched like an animal at the zoo, Wyatt,” I pout and he laughs.
He doesn’t say anything else before exiting the vehicle. I take a deep breath, knowing I am losing this fight. I start to panic a little. This is the first time we would actually be staying at a home together, that didn’t involve him sneaking into my house and scaring the shit out of me. Or forcing himself on me and staying even though I said no. Although I have to admit, I will miss that. There is something about someone wanting you so badly they can’t seem to stay away. They chase you, hunt you, and then fuck you. I pull my phone out to see a message from Elena. I’ll read it later, right now I need to navigate the craziness that is my life. Someone is out to hurt me, and I have no idea why.
He opens my door and holds his hand out, I’m tempted to ignore it like I did at my mom's, just to see what will happen. He notices my hesitancy and chuckles. “Don’t do it, Blair,” I sigh and grab it.
“Maybe I wanted to see what would happen,” I admit, he spins me around, careful not to hurt my booted foot.
My back hits the car, I shriek when he pins me against it caging me in with his arms. “Do you think just because you are vulnerable right now that I won’t take what’s mine?” he runs his nose over the bridge of mine, “That I won’t show you exactly what will happen if you try to be defiant.” I shake my head no.
“That little stunt you pulled while I was on the phone will cost you.” His words go straight to my pussy. I clench my thighs together to ease the pulsing in my clit.
“Breathe, Blair. It would be a shame if you passed out before you stepped foot into our home.” He bends down and kisses my forehead.
I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until my lungs started burning. I suck in a deep breath, and I feel the vibration of his chest. “Good girl, now let's go.” He takes my hand and pulls me from the car.
“But,” I start and he stops right before the stairs and looks over his shoulder at me .
“I… Uhm… This will be the first time we…” He smiles.
Before I know it, he turns around and swoops me up bridal style. “Wyatt!” I gasp.
He walks us up the stairs, and the men by the door nod- opening it for us. I look around and it reminds me so much of my home inside as it does outside. I smile when I see my couch sitting in our living room with my bookshelf and end table.
“Went shopping in my house, did you?” He looks down and smiles.
“I thought you would be more comfortable, with your things.” He shrugs.
“There are security measures that will take place every day, multiple times a day. Nobody will be in or out of here without my knowledge.” Why does that sound more like a threat?
“There is a panic button that locks in all the windows and the doors. I will show you how it works within the next few days.” I look around in awe at what he did for me.
“Tomorrow, I have something I need to take care of,” he informs me, I feel my heart sink a little. Coming around the couch, I plop down. He stands behind me, with his hands on the back of the couch near my shoulders.
“Ok.” He kisses my head.
“If I’m not here and you need something, call Kade.” My face heats up at the mention of him.
“I’m not calling him,” I whisper, and he chuckles.
The stunt he pulled at the hospital is still eating at me. The things he was saying had my body heating up in ways I can’t explain. I’m embarrassed that it even got me turned on to begin with.
“You will call Kade if you need something,” he states.
I turn to glare at him, and he shrugs .
“You either call him or I move him and Elena in. And he will be here anyway,” he challenges.
“You said this is my home too. So, you will not move anyone in here without my permission.” He stares at me and tilts his head.
He bends down and I scoot back hitting the armrest. He has the look that warns me to not push him.
“Blair, this is not up for discussion. You call him or I move him in until I can eliminate the threat.” His deep blue eyes are begging me to understand.
“Wyatt,” I sigh, “this is just too much too fast. I can’t call Kade because he intimidates me. Kind of like you do- like right now.” I throw my hands out and a sexy yet terrifying, smile spreads across his face.
“Kade would never hurt you,” he says so matter-of-factly.
I know deep inside that he won’t, but the man has seen me naked. It’s embarrassing the position I was put in, in front of him. He’s shoved his cock in my mouth, and he is now with my best friend.
“I… I know he wouldn’t. But…”
“No buts Blair,” he warns.
“Wyatt, he’s seen me naked for crying out loud! I can’t call him!” I shout and he frowns.
“So, you would put yourself in danger because a man I chose, has seen you naked?” He rubs his chin like the words are foreign to him.
I’m getting so frustrated with him not getting it. “Or is it because of the things he said to you at the hospital?” I gulp. Bingo.
I pause too long, and he comes to the conclusion, that he is right-which he is. “I know you and Elena have experimented,” he says out of nowhere .
My mouth falls open, “Why do you know that? How do you know that?” He doesn’t say anything for a minute.
“Elena told Kade after he tied her up on his bed when we left Tiger.” These fucking men are crazy.
“It wasn’t anything like that.” He gives me a look that tells me he knows.
“I have been watching you for a long time, Blair,” he admits, and I start to panic.
“Yeah, I get it. But seriously?” I fist my hands at my side.
“We didn’t need confirmation of you two. You both are young, and I’ve seen you at the club with her. Kissing her for guys to buy you two drinks. Grinding on her on the dance floor to drive all the thirsty guys crazy. It doesn’t take much to figure it out, even if she didn’t tell him.” I huff.
“You didn’t answer my question.” His blue eyes narrow.
“I’m not going to, not yet.”
It’s embarrassing that he knows this about us. I never thought about her like that, we just did stupid things to get free drinks when we were saving for a place to live.
“Did what he say to you get you so riled up, that you would not listen to me?”
I look around, trying to come up with a better way to explain myself- but everything that he said is true. It did get to me, and I hate that it did.
He grips my arms and throws me over his shoulder, and I shriek. “Put me down!” I scream, but he keeps walking.
Fuck!
“Wyatt, please.” I try a new tactic- begging.
He scoffs at me as he walks me into this huge room with floor-to-ceiling windows. The walls are red with black trim and the huge California king-sized bed sits in the middle- with his and hers side tables. The pillows read Mr. and Mrs. I roll my eyes. Turning, he throws me down on my back and I bounce on the bed. He reaches behind him and pulls his shirt off with one hand while looking at me. My heart is in my throat. I think I might actually hyperventilate. The only sound in the room is my heavy breathing. He turns and walks out of the room. Fuck, fuck fuck! I’m so horny, I won’t be able to fucking resist him.
I look around and I can’t deny this place is beautiful. He really did remodel this for me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life, but he makes it all seem so easy. To just give into my desires and live in the moment with him.
Hearing the door open, I sit up on the bed. He stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame, holding something. He steps in and he has a mask on. I gasp and scoot back on the bed more to get away from him. It’s fucking terrifying. Even more than the one he wore at my job. This one is all white with a broken red smile and a black crack down the middle. He’s shirtless and his tattoos are on full display. My mouth waters, while my mind tells me to run.
“It seems I need to remind you what happens when you don’t do as I say.” I know it’s him, but his voice is completely different, deeper than usual.
“Wait!” I panic, as he steps into the room, closing the door behind him.
I hold my hands out in front of me. “I was just meaning that I don’t want to call Kade, for many reasons,” I whisper the last part.
“If something happens, I’ll just call you,” I add, hoping this will suffice him but he steps in more and I feel my pulse beating rapidly.
“I… I don’t need to be reminded,” my voice breaks.
“I’ve been too easy on you, Little Dove,” he says in that creepy-ass voice .
I weigh my options; I could try to run for it, but I’m still not fully healed, and I have a damn boot on my leg. Not to mention it hurts to fucking walk right now. I could try to talk my way out of it, but he seems to not give a shit what I have to say right now. Or I could just submit and let him do what he wants. Because in the end, that is what will happen anyway. I look around the room and there is nothing I could use to defend myself. I wouldn’t hurt him, but I could at least threaten him with it. I look back at him and he’s closer now, like he’s stalking his prey. Then an idea sparks.
“Wy… Master,” trying to get him to stop, backing myself up against the headboard.
The nickname makes him pause, and he tilts his head to the left. I gulp. “You can move whoever you want in here, if you think that’ll protect me,” I give in, and he chuckles.
I feel myself trembling, “I’ll call him, ok? I’ll call him.”
He gets to the end of the bed, grabs right above my booted foot, and yanks me down. I grab the headboard but it’s no use he’s too strong. My ass is hanging off the bed as he towers over me. He leans down and I see his eyes trail my body. I go to reach for the mask but he pins my hands down at my sides.
“I almost lost you. I will have someone watching your every fucking move. I have men here to ensure that nobody will get near you while I’m away. And you think you can tell me no when I ask you to do something simple, like call Kade?” Slowly I shake my head no.
My hands are flung over my head, and he pins them with one hand. Slowly running his fingers over my arm and down my side. He stops at the scar that’s still healing. “Someone did this to you and I couldn’t stop it.”
My heart sinks because once again I feel guilty. He’s just trying to protect me, and I am a coward who doesn’t want to do something as simple as calling someone- if I ever need help .
“I’m sorry, I’m just embarrassed,” I admit.
“Kade would never touch you unless I said it was okay. He cares about you more than just someone he can play with.” My face heats at his words.
He touches my face with his knuckle and trails it down my neck. He lingers on my pulse, and I know he can feel how hard my heart is beating. I can’t look at him, the mask does something to my body that I am not capable of comprehending right now.
He reaches up and grabs my wrists with both hands, and I gasp, “Wyatt please, I said I would call him.”
“You will learn to not tell me no.” I feel my eyes tear up.
“I… I will listen to you.” He chuckles, it’s dark and humorless.
My thighs clench at the sound, I really am his whore. I try to yank my hands-free, but he grasps them harder. I sigh frustrated.
“You can’t just tie me up and do what you want just because I don’t agree with what you say!” I yell.
“I can and I will. Especially when you lie to my face.” He flips me over and cuffs my hands behind my back.
“Wyatt please, I didn’t lie!” I start to panic again.
It’s a weird mixture of excitement and fear. “If I want to tie you up and fuck you in front of him and Elena I will. If I want him to play with you while I watch it will happen. If I want to tie you up and make you beg me to fuck you, I will. Do you understand now?” tears fall and stick to the blankets.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“But make no mistake, Little Dove. Nobody will fuck this wet cunt but me. Now your ass, that’s another story.” More tears fall but not because I’m upset, no, because I am frustrated at what this man does to me.
“Bend your knees.” I feel him lift off me .
I slowly bend my knees- it puts my ass in the air for him to use however he wants. I see him walk to his nightstand and I follow the movement. He pulls out a pocketknife and I go to move, “Don’t fucking move,” he warns.
“What do you call me in our bedroom.” I sniff.
“M… Master.” He walks behind me.
“What are you doing?”
I feel his hands on me, and I jump, he grabs my hips and slams me back into him. I can feel his hard cock brush up against my ass. I hear him click it open and I stop breathing. The cold sharp metal presses on my back, and then I hear my leggings rip open. He only cuts to expose my ass and pussy.
“Do you like testing me, Little Dove?” It’s his voice now.
“N… No.” he clears his throat.
“No, master I don’t.” I’m shaking with need and fear.
He rubs his knuckles over my cunt and hums in approval. “She’s so wet for me.” I whimper.
“It looks like our earlier session in the car left you wet and needy for my cock.” He pats my pussy, making me jump.
“Why do you call me Master, Little Dove,” I bite my lip.
He pushes a finger into me, and I cry out. He curves it and hits that spot that has me seeing stars. “B…because I’m your pet.” He inserts another and I moan.
“What does a master do to his pet?”
“Whatever they want,” I bite my lip and he hums in approval.
He removes his fingers and I hear his pants unzip and fall to the ground.
“Do you want me to fuck your tight little cunt, Little Dove,” he runs his fingers over my swollen clit again.
“Y…es please,” I moan out.
I feel him settle himself between my legs and then he pushes his huge cock deep in me, “Oh god. ”
“The only god in this room is me. It’s my name that will roll off your lips.” He pulls out, then pushes back in. I scream as tears roll down my face.
“That’s it, let me hear you scream.” He pulls out again and shoves so deep in me and I cry out from the burning of my pussy- stretching to meet his size.
He grips my hips and flips me over. Tears are running down my face from him stretching me so far. I feel so full. He grips my legs and pushes them up. “I want to see you cry for me,” He growls.
He starts moving hard and fast. He grips my shirt and rips it down the middle exposing my breasts to him. He grabs my nipple and pinches and I cry out. “I am going to pierce these.” He pounds into me again.
“It hurts, please stop,” I beg, and he smiles.
“Your body was made for me- you can take it.” He sets a hard, fast pace.
Eventually, the pain turns into pleasure, and my screams turn into moans. “That’s it, such a good girl,” he praises, and I feel myself coming closer to the bliss I want to reach so badly.
“You going to be a good little whore and come all over my dick, Blair?”
I nod, not able to form words. He reaches up and grips my throat, cutting off my air. “You can breathe when I say you can.”
His movements are harder than before. The headboard is slamming into the wall. He leans down, “Nobody is going to take you from me, you are stuck with me for fucking ever.” He thrusts a few more times and I see stars. His hand falls to the side of my head and I can feel how wet I am from squirting all over his cock- just like he wanted. A few thrusts later he is finding his release. He grips my knees and holds on like I am going to disappear.