Chapter 4 .2
He was in bed with me, kissing my neck. My eyes bolted open and I squirmed away. He caught me and stopped me.
“Out of these clothes,” he ordered.
My eyes bulged. Oh no. I shoved him away and he caught my wrist.
“Hey! I told you obedience is rewarded. But you haven’t been very obedient this evening, have you? Are you going to take them off or will I have to do it?”
“Go fuck yourself,” I muttered under my breath. I don’t know what possessed my mouth to say that but I instantly regretted it.
Covers were flung back and then he yanked the pants off me, pulling the underwear down with them. I tried to struggle, but it felt like I was a flailing toddler and he was a giant. Then the tank top was yanked over my head while I was simultaneously pulled over his lap. He was in a pair of silky boxers and I felt his erection poking me in the upper abdomen. One hand was on my upper back and the other on my ass, fingers digging in.
“Apologize for saying that to me,” he demanded softly. So softly it was frightening. His voice was laced with menace.
I held my mouth shut. It was a weird position, being naked over his lap, feeling his erection digging into me like this. His breathing was heavy. He slapped my ass hard. I cringed at the pain and tried to get away, but he had a firm hold of me.
“Apologize,” he repeated in a still soft but even more menacing tone.
I pursed my lips. Forget this. I wasn’t apologizing to him for being shocked when he demanded I get naked. I tried to struggle to get out of his grasp again. Another slap. This one was harder.
“Ready to apologize yet?” he demanded, his voice still quiet but his tone even harder. The sick asshole was getting off on this so much. Spanking me, it was turning him on. I didn’t care; I wasn’t giving in. This was my life, my freedom, I couldn’t just give in, give up everything.
“Answer me, Athena,” he sang out, sounding impatient. Another slap.
Ow! My ass was on fire. He wanted to do this. This was going to happen to me no matter what, tonight; I just knew it.
“I love the way your body jerks against my cock when I spank you, baby.” His voice had gone husky.
Suddenly, he pried my legs open and plunged a finger into me hard. It was excruciating.
“Not wet tonight, Tia?” He tsk tsk”d at me, “That’s disappointing.”
“I hate you,” I cried out into the sheets, tears streaming down my face. “Sick fuck!”
He sat motionless for a moment and I didn’t know what was coming next so I just stayed still. He leaned forward, still gripping me, and I heard the bedside table’s drawer open, then heard a pop sound, like a cap popping off something. I felt something slimy down there. He was rubbing something on me down there. Damn him, was he –? He was! He was lubricating me.
He slapped my ass again, and I jumped, still in his firm hold, but then he plunged his fingers in again and pumped them in and out a few times before pinching my clit.
“So tight, Athena,” he muttered. His finger prodded at my rear hole.
Oh heck, no. I tried to scramble away and he tried to grip me but his fingers were now slippery from the lube, so I managed to get off his lap. I took a tumble to the rug and then tried to scamper away, feeling the rug slice across my knee like sandpaper. I wasn’t fast enough. He caught my ankle in his grip and the rug sliced again as he dragged me backwards. Then he was pinning me to the floor.
“Here’s how this is going to go,” he told me, calmly, crazily calm. His hot breath tickled the back of my neck, “You’re going to do your best to please me and make up for this poor attitude tonight.”
He gathered my hair at the nape of my neck and pulled a little so that my chest was off the floor. I pushed my hands into the rug to support myself, whimpering.
“Right now, you can please me by apologizing.”
He grabbed my ass and then started rubbing his hand up and down.
“Tia?” He was letting me know he was waiting and I suspected, ready to strike again. He squeezed my rear end.
“Sorry,” I spat, hating my life with a passion.
“You want me to make you come again, baby? You’d better do better than that,” he whispered.
I couldn’t even think. My brain was filled with a list of expletives, but I held my tongue.
“Hm?” He slapped my ass again.
I was going to be full of welts in the morning. And my knees were on fire from rug burn.
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, thinking I hate you, I hate you, I fucking hate you. I didn’t want him to make me come; I wanted him to stop and go away.
“That’s better,” he said, then started to trail light kisses up and down my spine. “Good girl,” he murmured against my skin. “Good girls get to come.”
I wanted to cry out, to shout no, but I was immobile. His hand cupped me and he started to circle my clit with his fingers again. The moisture was there. It wasn’t mine, but it was there and I guess that’s why my body started to respond. My ass was so sore, I was so scared, and yet I was starting to breathe heavier.
“I love that sound. Music to my ears. Training you might be easier than I thought. From now on, if I spank your ass, I want you wet. It makes me very happy when you’re wet and trust me, you want me happy with you.” He whispered this into my ear and then nibbled roughly on my earlobe, before flipping to his back so I was straddling him.
“Do you want my cock inside you, baby?” he asked, pulling at my hips and then sliding slowly into me.
“I hate you, I hate you, I fucking hate you!” I cried, shaking my head frantically, wanting desperately to get away.
His eyes radiated danger as he slid the rest of the way in, a muscle working in his jaw. “Oh fuck, yeah.” He began to tweak my nipples, making them go harder as he pulled up to sitting, still inside me, and holding my back tight, then attacking my neck hungrily with his mouth, nipping, suckling, kissing.
“I need to feel you come around me, Tia,” he mumbled into my hair as he rubbed tiny circles with his thumb between my legs, while pushing in and out of me.
Fuck, but it was building. I didn’t understand it. I went from pushing him away to digging my nails into his chest as I pushed. But then I felt my body clench around him involuntarily as he kept the rhythm going, pushing inside of me, kissing me, rubbing at my center. He slapped my ass again and then squeezed it, his angle making him hit that sensitive place inside me again, making me go off like a cannon. I screamed as the orgasm gripped me and twisted me up in knots. Now I was digging my nails into his back and pulling him to me.
He groaned my name and then it was over. I’d uncoiled like a spring and now I was boneless. We were both covered with sweat, my ass was probably covered in welts, my knees raw and bleeding from the carpet, his chest and back probably covered in claw marks.
He abruptly grabbed me by the chin and declared, “I’m gonna fucking marry you!”
He kissed me hard, closed-mouthed, but possessively, and then lifted me up, still straddling him and gently put me on the bed. I winced in pain as soon as my bottom touched the sheets.
“Turn over,” he told me. “Stay there.”
I rolled over onto my stomach, filled with despair, silently crying, tears streaming down my face, onto the bed. I saw a light go on and realized he’d gone to the bathroom. He came back and slathered some cream all over my sore bottom. Then he moved away and I heard the water running in the bathroom.
He climbed into bed beside me, leaned over, and ran his fingers through my hair gently, then pulled my torso on top of his body. I tried to pull away, but he gripped me tighter, “Uh-uh,” he warned. Tears burned in my eyes and I went limp and just let him pull me close.
What the heck? I came harder than I’d ever come and it happened the second he slapped me that final time. What kind of twisted, hellish rabbit hole was he dragging me into? He refused to let me go despite that I tried to worm away, so I silently cried myself to sleep on top of him, dripping tears all over his probably scratched up chest. And all the while he said nothing, just lay still, stroking my hair. I could feel that he loved every single minute of it. Sick bastard.
As I started to drift off to sleep, I heard him say, “I’ll take good care of you, baby. You’re doing good. So good.”
What on earth was I in for with this man?
I stared down at her face while she slept diagonally across my chest, no blankets on as her bare ass had been covered in cream. She was so fucking perfect. The fight was something I’d wanted, needed, and she gave it to me. But, it infuriated me when I’d found her dry unlike last night.
The way she responded after that couldn’t have been more amazing. She was already giving me everything I craved, and I knew that I could easily take her down the roads I wanted to travel down. I could take her there, get what I needed, and then comfort and care for her afterwards. But, what I was doing niggled at me. And that meant I was losing control. And I had to slow down, so I didn’t break her too far.
The crying herself to sleep on top of me was the fucking cherry on the top. I’d never wanted that before. When I was done, I was done. But with her, I wanted to hold her afterwards, feel her tears hit my chest, whisper comforting words into her ear. I could break her down and then care for her after, and the feeling when she went soft in my arms and fell asleep...
Yeah, I’d made her cry but because she was mine, I’d comfort her afterwards. It was a beautiful thing. A twisted but beautiful thing. She was right, I was a sick fuck.
I’d been with plenty of women who’d let me tie them up, who’d loved when I slapped or whipped them, but they’d never affected me like this. The BDSM club I’d joined a few years back made it so that I always got just what I wanted without having to look too far. I’d go in, give a look, maybe have a drink with a woman, sometimes two women. Sometimes I’d just lift my chin at a woman and it was enough for her to know. I’d walk out and leave, someone would follow, I’d get what I wanted, and it’d be over. They were usually way too fucking eager so sometimes, depending on what I was in the mood for, I had to fuck with their heads and make them afraid… see the fear to get me hard.
Some were so seasoned at the lifestyle that it just wasn’t a challenge for me because there was no fear, only anticipation. I enjoyed the cat and mouse game, but it had to feel real. Sometimes I had to go what some might call a little too far to get the result I wanted and then when it was over, I never wanted to go back for seconds.
Until now, I guess I never knew what I really needed. This girl, this gift to me that was sound asleep on top of me was so responsive. She was the perfect amount of defiant and afraid at the same time. And she was mine. All mine.
I’d give her everything. She’d want for nothing. I’d give her everything she wanted and I’d avenge her with anyone who’d ever crossed her, including her sorry excuse for a father. I’d never wanted to give a woman so much before. I’d never wanted to take so much from her at the same time. I wanted her to give me everything she had, every emotion.
I went to sleep filled with emotions I’d never had before. Possessiveness, need, and fear. Fear of what, I didn’t know.
* * *
In the middle of the night I woke up to a scream. I bolted upright. She was thrashing beside me, in the throes of some nightmare, probably a nightmare about me.
I grabbed her. “Athena!”
She half woke up, confused. I pulled her against me and kissed her forehead. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”
She was stiff in my arms, trembling, having trouble shaking whatever she’d dreamt about. She tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t let her go. I cooed in her ear, stroked her back, and kissed her over and over. When she finally stopped fighting, but cried herself back to sleep on me I lay awake in deep in thought for a long time, a strange emotion swelling in my chest. Finally, she went completely soft and I heard her breathing even out, so I closed my eyes.
I made her stay. She didn’t want me. Suddenly I wanted to be the source of the comfort, the one she reached for, not the source of nightmares. I slept like shit.
* * *
I woke up with her laying on top of me, her head on my chest and her leg draped over my thigh. I gingerly got out of bed before she woke. I saw her backside was still pink, still covered in my fingerprints and I caught sight of one of her knees and it was all scraped-looking, I guess from when I dragged her back to me across the carpet. I felt a strange pull in me. I didn’t want to see her eyes open. I couldn’t explain why, but I just didn’t wanna see sadness in them and suspected that’s exactly what I’d see. I was gone before she was awake. I’d grabbed my gym bag, a garment bag that had a dry-cleaned suit in it and tossed a clean pair of jeans and pair of dress shoes into the bag, then headed out.
* * *
I called the house at around 10:30.
“What’s she doing?” I asked Sarah. I was waiting at one of our coffee shops for someone and that someone was late. Not impressed. I glanced at my watch and tapped my foot impatiently.
“She’s not so good. She’s been crying. You really need to be gentler, give her time to–”
“I didn’t ask how she’s doing, I asked what she’s doing,” I snapped.
I could almost hear the disapproval through the dead air.
“Mind your own fucking business, Sarah. What’s she doing?”
“She’s watching television in your room. I just checked on her and brought her coffee and breakfast. She won’t get out of bed.”
I switched the phone off without saying goodbye.
* * *
That night I got back late, but she was still awake. She was in my bed, staring at the TV when I opened the door. She didn’t look at me. I walked into the bathroom and undressed. When I came back her eyes were closed, but I knew she wasn’t asleep. I got a drink and stood over the bed, watching her while slowly sipping from a glass of whiskey.
Go away, go away; leave me alone.
I wanted to say this, but I didn’t. I was quiet. I knew he was standing over me, but I kept my eyes closed and tried to breathe evenly, to will him to go away. Then I felt the covers sliding away from my still-fully dressed body. I was in more of Sarah’s clothes, a pair of jean shorts and a blue tank top. She’d gone out and bought me a bra, some face wash, a toothbrush and she later found my bra from grad day in with Tommy’s laundry.
Now I felt the breeze from the air conditioning on my skin and I heard the sound of ice cubes tinkling in a glass. The television was switched off and I felt his hand land on my ankle. He ran his palm up along my leg directly up to my hip. I wanted to keep pretending to sleep, but I involuntarily shivered at his touch.
“You’re not following my directions very well,” he said softly. I opened my eyes to see him lean over and tug the buttonhole of the shorts, releasing the button. I curled up into a ball. I heard more ice cubes tinkling.
“If I’m not here to give you something to wear to bed I want you waiting for me, naked. Get undressed.”
“Leave me alone,” I said softly.
“Get out of those clothes or I’ll do it.”
Then he’s gonna have to do it, because I’m not submitting to him. No way. I curled into a tighter ball, feeling my pulse begin to race as the bed depressed. He was hovering over me.
“You’ve got a chance to behave. Follow my directions and I won’t punish you.”
I stayed still.
“Undress,” he repeated softly.
“Let me go. Please.” I started to tremble hard.
“Let you go?”
“Please?”
She looked at me and looked so vulnerable. Every nerve in my body was awake. I liked seeing the word please on her lips.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you don’t need to do this. I’m sure that you can find someone to m-marry you. It doesn’t have to be me. We don’t know each other and I–”
“But you’re already mine,” he told me, and there was something unreadable to me in his eyes. But then it registered. It felt like my fate was sealed.
Devastation filled me. It was like getting a death sentence. He’d slammed the proverbial gavel on the desk. He believed he owned me, and he wasn’t going to let me go. He was going to play his sick games with me and continue to use me. He’d get off on my tears, on spanking me, on forcing me, and he’d enjoy every minute of it.
And I would come undone one stitch at a time. I already felt like I was a wreck.
Something passed between us, an exchange of knowing looks. I knew then that he wasn’t going to let me go and I was pretty sure he knew I was having that epiphany. A slow smile spread across his face.
“Might as well get undressed,” he said.
Might as well? No. I glared at him.
“Tell ya what, baby girl, let’s make a deal. Get undressed and spread those gorgeous legs for me willingly and we can have your favorite vanilla tonight. Don’t and it’ll have much more flavor, my kinda flavor. Tonight, it’s your decision.”
I was queasy.
He leaned over and put the drink on the nightstand, then caught the hem of my tank top in his grasp and started to lift it.
“I guess I’m doing this myself. Then I’m using this shirt to tie you to the headboard so you can’t move while I fuck you. Last chance, because I’m feeling generous. Take your clothes off and you don’t have to be tied to my bed.”
I let go of her to see what she’d do. She swallowed hard and stared up at the ceiling and then shuddered and tried to mask a whimper with a deep breath, but it broke and she choked instead. She crossed her arms over her belly and then slowly lifted the tank up and over her head. Now she was in a bra and unbuttoned jean shorts. She put the shirt on the bed. Yes.
“Stand up,” I ordered, “and undress slowly for me.”
I leaned back onto an elbow and watched her get out of bed and slowly take off her jean shorts. She had no idea how alluring she was. She wasn’t moving slowly to tease me, but she was teasing me all the same.
She let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. Now she was in a lacy white bra and V-cut matching panties. She stood there, crossing her chest with her arms, looking so vanilla, looking so fucking beautiful, like a bride on her wedding night. So mine.
“The rest,” I said and waited.
She just stood there, eyes filled with wet, trembling.
I waited. She continued to just stand there.
“Tia.”
“I can’t,” she said.
“Fine. Then it’s rocky road, baby girl.”
She remained still, but with a resigned look.
While I usually preferred rocky road sex to vanilla sex, tonight I wanted her to submit to me without a fight. It was a first. I wanted cool, creamy, sweet vanilla from her. As creamy and sweet as the lacy bra and panties she was wearing. I wanted her to respond to me awake the way she’d been doing while she was asleep. And I wanted her to moan for me, to wrap her arms around me, to voluntarily kiss me, to moan my name. It was bizarre, but it was what I’d been craving all day.
“But I can’t,” she said again to the ceiling.
I shrugged and stood up. She quickly took a step back. I took a step forward and she backed up some more, so I reached out and grabbed her panties at the hips and then hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down while simultaneously pulling her closer. I caught a whiff of her throat, her hair. My nose touched her jaw and I inhaled her scent deeply, then caught the band of her bra in one hand and snapped it unclasped. I pulled it off her and then gave her ass a hard slap, making her thrust forward against me. I liked that. I slapped her ass again, then grabbed it and squeezed. She whimpered and took a tumble but I caught her by the hips. She reached up like she was going to slap me in the face, but I caught her wrist in my left hand and then slapped her ass again with my right. It sent her breasts right against me and I pulled her tight to me while squeezing her ass cheeks, digging my fingertips in, eliciting a squeal from her.
I loosened my grip, but before she had a chance to back away again, I heaved her up into my arms and carried her the few paces back to the bed and quickly fastened her left arm to my headboard with the bra and grabbed the tank top and fastened her other arm to the headboard with that. She was panting; I could see that she was freaked out, and I was so fucking hard it felt like I’d blow my load any second. I took a few steadying breaths.
“Look at you now. You could’ve cooperated, but now look what we’ve had to do. Put you in your place. Looks like your place is here, tied to my bed, baby girl. You’re exactly where you belong.”
She wouldn’t look at me. She looked fucking beautiful naked and tied to my headboard and I couldn’t wait to sink into her. I leaned over and my tongue flicked over a nipple. She gasped and pulled on the restraints. Both nipples were rock hard.
“You’re not going anywhere. Not ever,” I said.
Her face was filled with horror at my words. It was as if until tonight she thought of this as a problem that she just had to figure out the solution to and now she knew that I was serious about this game and that I was 100% in charge. I licked her nipple again and then blew on it gently, watching goose bumps rise on her skin.
“Do you not want this” I asked innocently.
She shook her head vehemently.
“No?” I prodded.
She shook her head again, “Of course I don’t.” She was speaking all breathy and her eyes were wide.
“Tell you what,” I said, “If I touch your pussy and it’s not wet, I’ll untie you and let you go to sleep.”
She swallowed hard and squeezed her eyes shut tight. I watched her chest heave up and down for a moment.
“But if you’re wet when I put my fingers inside you, after I fuck you good and hard, you wrap your body tight around me for the rest of the night and you kiss me goodnight first. You don’t make me ask for it. Deal?”
“You’re a pig. Sick in the head,” she spat.
I smiled, “We’ve already established that. So let’s see here.”
I put my index finger to her bottom lip and tugged it downward so that when I let go her mouth was in a sexy pout. She moistened her lips, sucked in her bottom lip, and fixed her eyes on the ceiling.
“Look at me,” I demanded and pulled at her chin until she did.
I gave my best smoldering look and a little smile as my finger trailed down her throat, between her breasts, and then darted back up and circled a nipple. Then my finger resumed its journey downward, slowly, just below her navel. She was holding her breath, but still looking at me.
I trailed my finger further, down her pelvis and then stopped over her clit. I exerted a little pressure on it and watched as her eyes changed, pupils grew larger. She was so inexperienced and so totally enthralled, so easy to seduce. I could feel the air charge with electricity. She wanted to fight, she’d tried through sheer will to find what I was doing repulsive, but it wasn’t working.
I drew light tiny clockwise circles with my index finger on her clit and then flicked my wrist and plunged two fingers into her hard and fast, and fuck me but she was soaked.
When his fingers drove into me I saw white light in my mind. I was dizzy with arousal. What on earth was wrong with me? This was the enemy here. This was the man holding me captive, a man who’d been playing games with me the last few days, and who was now getting this kind of response from my body. I was mortified. Mortified didn’t even begin to describe it.
He didn’t look at me with smugness after getting his fingers into me so easily. Instead it was like someone had struck a match and his whisky-colored eyes were suddenly on fire.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he told me. And then, he kissed me. He kissed me hard, possessively, and then he was leaning over me, bracing himself in a one-handed push-up stance, and in a split second, his fingers were gone and his cock was there instead. He pushed it in hard and smiled at me.
“This?” he reached between us and rubbed my clit, “Mine.”
I tried to pull away but was stuck, restrained. Pulling only made the material cut into my wrists. He kissed behind my earlobe and grabbed a nipple and squeezed it hard. I whimpered.
“And this is mine,” he said into my ear and then sucked on my lobe while tweaking the nipple. Then he wedged that hand under my bottom and squeezed a cheek. “Your ass… your sexy little ass… so mine.”
I was breathing hard and my heartbeat was so fast. He started to pick up his rhythm and pushed hard and deep into me over and over. Then his hand caressed my face and he kissed me sweetly. “These sexy lips are mine, too.” I think I started to kiss him back, I don’t know. My head was fuzzy, almost like I was drunk or something. I felt like my body was all nerve endings and they were all buzzing, alive with sensation.
“Oh yeah, kiss me baby,” he said.
Shit, I guess I had kissed him back. Shit, shit! He was rubbing my clit again, and I started to feel the sensations rise. Oh no. I’m going to have an orgasm. And he’s going to think I like this. He’s going to think tying me to his bed is the sort of thing I like. I don’t like this, and I don’t want this, like… at all. So, why is my body responding like this? Why don’t I just spit in his face?
Maybe it was because I knew couldn’t stop my body from responding. I was suddenly limp, letting sensation take over.
I’d been fighting so hard, trying so hard to hold myself together, to think about how to get out of this in a way that wouldn’t endanger me or my dad, to not show him how weak I really felt, but right now, having my arms tied… it made it easier to deal with this. It was easier to let him make me come, because I had no choice. It didn’t make sense but it made total sense. I had no choice. He was going to make me come. The sooner I let myself feel it, the sooner it’d be over. I didn’t have to fight. Fighting was futile.
Sensation crested for a second and then came back, overflowing. I moaned hard as the shuddering sensations wove through my every cell. I went from tight and shaky to lax but still trembling because I just let the sensations take over. I gave in to it.
He started to plunge harder and faster and harder and faster still, and then he had my head in his grasp, kissing me and pulling my hair a little. And then he grunted my name as he spilled into me.
“Yeah Tia! Oh fuck, baby,” he groaned, trailing kisses from my lips to my chin, and downward until his mouth landed right on my girlie parts. He gently kissed there and nuzzled in. I was dumbstruck. He leaned up and started untying my wrists. My arms were numb. So was the rest of me.
He pulled me against him, and I started to shiver. The blankets were all on the floor. He didn’t take the shivering as a cue to get them.
“Blanket?” I rasped, my voice barely a croak.
“Naw,” he answered huskily, “You can use my body to keep warm.”
I was shivering and my teeth started to actually chatter. I think I was in shock. He pulled me tighter to his body and wrapped his arms around me. After a few minutes I actually sank into his warmth. I had no choice. I had to close my eyes and get away from these intense emotions I was having. He rubbed up and down my rear end. I had welts there and it felt bruised, hurt so much to have them touched. I whimpered.
“Go to sleep, baby. I’ll keep you warm,” he whispered and kissed my temple.
Good God. I was coming undone. Another stitch gone.
I woke up first in the morning and she was wrapped around me, her head on my chest, her left hand under my shoulder blade and her right arm draped around me. I’d be thinking about last night all day. Thinking about what I’d do to her tonight. I could do her right now, actually, but I’d overslept and had an early meeting to dash to. I rolled away and got the comforter from the floor and wrapped it around her. Her eyes opened and for a split second she stared at me dreamily. Then it was as if she realized who I was and who I wasn’t. Her expression dropped and her eyes frosted over. I felt a pang in my chest. I pushed it away.
“See ya later, sweet girl. Be good.” I tucked her in and kissed her forehead. Then I headed to the shower. She was buried under blankets as I got back out so she was either asleep or hiding from me. I got dressed in the walk-in closet and then left the room.