29. Chapter 28
Chapter 28
Leon Aldon
I know I want to stay with Maeve, but I need to give her time to process everything that I’ve told her.
I can’t just spring it on her that her life is forever changed and not expect her to react.
I’m positive she’ll grow to love this new life, but I know it won’t be instant.
I head into the kitchen to make her something to eat; she’ll be sick soon if she doesn’t eat anything since I’ve drugged her.
She was already dealing with a hangover when I had to do that, so I can’t imagine she’s feeling well at all.
I hear Maeve tip-toe down the hallway while I cook, but I ignore it. I don’t mind if she explores our home; I welcome it.
I intentionally don’t acknowledge her while she takes a slow lap around the house, avoiding the kitchen as if it’s radioactive.
I know it’s just to avoid me and I’m choosing not to take it personally.
That's fine, I will give her the space she needs, for now.
I hear her go through the living room and to the back door, and I gotta give her credit for being bold.
I set the knife down and head into the living room. "I wouldn't advise going too far. It will hurt if you run." I warn calmly.
That gives me the opposite effect that I was looking for. She takes off in a sprint out the door.
Toward what?I live on a dead-end road in the middle of nowhere!
I sigh, but I do take off after her.
I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t let her hurt herself, so I tackle her into the grass as soon as I reach her.
“No! Let me go, butthead!” She yells as she swings back and kicks me in the nuts.God dammit that shit always hurts!
She got me right in the damn sack.
She takes off running again while I hold onto my balls and groan in pain, but she doesn’t make it far before she screams and drops to the ground.
Even in pain, I jump up and chase after her. I grab onto her ankle and yank her back until I’m certain she’s no longer past the perimeter and her collar will stop shocking her.
I tried to warn her!
The collar is linked to a wireless fence, giving her a safe perimeter that she can roam around in, but passing that perimeter will give her the shock of a lifetime.
I hated the thought of having to put the collar on her and risk hurting her, but I hated the thought of losing her even more.
I straddle Maeve in the grass, pinning her face down while I sit on her ass. “Did you just call me a butthead?” I ask with a little laugh.
I don’t think I’ve been called a butthead since middle school!
It’s kind of adorable that she doesn’t cuss, but I can’t focus on that right now, not when she’s suffering and needs to learn the rules.
She kicks me in the back a few times, but it won’t stop me.
I lean down until my chest is pressed into her back, and I’m able to talk quietly into her ear. “Now we’re going to deal with what happens when you break my rules. We’ll go easy this time, but from now on, every rule broken is a permanent mark on your body.” I warn.
How does she expect me to take the collar off if she runs?
I lift onto my knees, gripping her sweatpants and yanking the waistband down until that gorgeous thick ass is on display for me.
"What are you doing?" She yells at me. She kicks me again, but a few hits to my back won't hurt me.
It won't stop me either.
I unbutton my pants and stroke my cock a few times as I stare at her warm and tan skin.
I lean down, letting my erection press into her ass. "I'm going to fuck you, obviously. You need to learn the rules around here, ma petite fleur, but I don't need a fucking mask or duct tape to beat every little fantasy you've ever had. If you run from me again, it will be your ass I'm fucking in the yard, and I will get the duct tape that you want so badly." I say into her ear.
I want her to know that I know about her little drunken fantasy.
I'll happily wear a mask and chase ma petite fleur through our property.
I'll happily duct tape her legs so far apart that her thighs burn from the stretch while I fuck her pretty little pussy until she begs for mercy, but I don't need all that to make her cum harder than any man ever has.
She'll find out soon enough.
Maeve kicks me a few more times, but she doesn't scream or stop me.
Deep down, I know she wants this.
She has to.
I reach down between her legs, running my fingers along her smooth cunt that I've missed so much.
Fuck, she's wet.
She's still fighting my hold, but she wants this.
She can lie and say she doesn't want this, doesn't want me, but her dripping cunt tells me the truth.
I guide my cock through her, hearing her let out a strangled gasp and kick me, but again, she doesn't tell me to stop, and I know that she won't.
I slide the tip into her and groan at how amazing she feels.
I don’t know if it’s because I don’t have to worry about waking her or because I can finally fuck her with all of me, but this feels even better than the first time.
I feel her tense as I slowly sink into her, choking my cock so tightly that I can’t move another inch, but I’m not done here.
I rub my hand down her spine, but when she tries to smack my hand away, I gather her wrists and hold them behind her back. “Relax, ma petite fleur, just let me in.” I say calmly.
I do shallow thrusts with what of me she’ll let in, but I want more.
I want it all.
Fuck it.
I can apologize later for being too rough, but this is a punishment, after all. She can afford to hurt a little.
I pull my cock out, leaving only the head inside of her. “Take a deep breath, I’m going to fuck you.” I warn before slamming into her in one rough thrust.
Maeve screams out, and her body tenses around me, but all I can focus on is how fantastic she feels.
My God, I want to relive that moment.
I grind my hips into her ass a few times, feeling and savoring how tight Maeve feels around me.
I want us both to enjoy the feeling for a few moments before I fuck her how I know we both need.
When I pull my cock out, ready to slam into her again, I realize my mistake.
My cock is covered in her blood.
Fuck!
Her first time shouldn’t have been in our back yard for fuck sake!
I slowly slide back into her and lean my chest against her back until I’m able to whisper into her ear. Her hands clutch onto my shirt, but I ignore it. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask quietly.
Now I notice the few tears running down her tanned cheek and into the grass.
Fuck, I really messed this up…
“Would it have changed anything?” She asks quietly as if she’s accepted defeat.
She’s not exactly wrong.
It wouldn’t have stopped me from fucking her, but it wouldn’t have happened in our backyard and in a position that I know is hurting her.
“You’re right, but we’re going to get this over with so we can go back inside, okay?” I ask calmly.
I let go of her hands, but all they do is fall limp into the grass. My girl has no fight left in her.
This feels wrong.
I miss the fighting and the struggle; it made me think that she wanted this and was playing out her fantasy, and now I just feel like I’m hurting her.
Even though she feels amazing, I feel terrible.
I rub my hand along her spine while I fuck her, taking it nice and easy in hopes of keeping her comfortable, but I know she has to be sore.
So while I’d love to fuck her so roughly that she’s feeling it for days to come, I don’t.
I take my time, going easy on her until I feel like I’m about to bust; only then do I push into her fully.
Her thighs tense, and her fists clench into tight fists, but she doesn't comment until she feels me cum inside of her. “No…” She mumbles.
I pull my cock out of her once I've drained my cum as deep into her as possible. "It's already done." I say.
I tuck my bloody cock back into my pants and pull her sweatpants back up when I’m done, and slowly get up. Fuck, my leg is throbbing.
I’ve been wearing my leg too long today and I still haven’t adjusted to how cold it is in my house, but I scoop Maeve up as soon as I’m on my feet.
She tenses but makes no attempts to fight me and simply stares at her hands in her lap.
“Do you want to lay on the couch and watch a movie? I have all of your favorite snacks, and I can get you a heating pad.” I offer.
She shakes her head and refuses to look at me, but I’m not giving up.
“Tell me how to help you.” I beg. “Maybe a nice warm bath and a little massage?” I add in.
I don’t know, but I’ll do anything to help her. I know she’s got to be uncomfortable and that she’ll be sore tomorrow; I just want to make her feel better.
Maeve doesn’t respond while I walk us back inside; she doesn’t even look at me, and I’ll do anything to break this silence that is hovering over us like a black storm cloud.
I’ll do anything to make her feel better.
Anything but take her home.
This is home and I will not lose what I’ve obsessed over for the last six months.
“I’m just tired.” She finally answers.
“You need to eat something.” I beg.
Again, Maeve doesn’t bother to look up at me, but she does mumble a quick answer: "Not hungry.”
I can’t have her skipping meals, especially when I’ve had to drug her.
I know she has to be nauseous and that she won’t feel better until she has a proper meal. “I need you to eat, ma fleur. The drugs I gave you will hurt your stomach if you don’t.” I plead.
“Not hungry.” She mumbles again.
Fuck.
She hates me.