Didi
Ihate the actual movie, but I love how into it Tommy seems, and I can’t stop staring at how big the screen is.
I look over at him, and he’s running his hands through his shaggy hair and hasn’t said a word to me since the movie started.
I’m almost relieved, because that moonshine Bax gave me was strong, and I was woozy afterward.
I’ve also never seen anyone with such a temper. It’s hard to imagine him switching back to the sweet boy after I saw all his darkness splayed out on Remy’s face.
I wanted to check on Remy and make sure he was alright, but then Tommy handed me the popcorn and soda, grabbed the moonshine from Bax, and took a much bigger swig than I did. The look Remy gave me when we walked away was a promise…he was telling me he’s not done with me.
I’m confused and stuck between my longing for both of them. Instead of dealing with them, I’ve been avoiding them, which is making it worse.
A few minutes pass, and Tommy starts to relax, becoming almost mellow as he watches the big screen. I focus on the movie, and after a few minutes, his arm is around my shoulder, pulling me closer. Leaning against him, my heart begins to race.
I glance at Tommy, but his focus is on the movie, his hand resting gently on my thigh.
I try to relax, but the chastity belt is like an anchor on my hips. I try to ignore it, and I watch this movie, horrified by how frightening it is.
Eventually, I taste salt on my lips, and I realize Tommy is feeding me a piece of popcorn. I open my mouth and let him pop it in and chew slowly. “You’re not eating, firefly?”
“I’m not hungry.”
I glance at him and his jaw tightens. “You’re scared of me, aren’t you?”
I don’t deny it. I saw his anger early on and ignored it. “Tommy, are you going to tell me what happened?”
He frowns, then kisses my cheek. “Don’t worry about that. Remy’s a major dick.”
His lips are so soft they are like silk. I turn to face him, and his lips are so close to mine, I know he wants to press them on me but is holding back.
“I’m not going to hurt you like that, Didi.”
His eyes aren’t dark anymore, they are sad again…and lonely, and for a moment, I believe him. Except, I am always the one who ends up hurt.
I cup his cheek just as the poor family gets driven out of the house by the psychotic demon ghost in the movie. “I know but…”
He frowns. “But what, Didi?”
I blink at him a few times. “Did it have something to do with me?”
His fingers graze my neckline. “I told you not to worry about that.”
I sigh, and his hand glides down my shirt, then up again, and I tense when his fingers tickle my bare skin.
He doesn’t seem at all interested in the movie; he seems entirely consumed by me. His hands are roaming, and my heart rate picks up again.
“Stop trembling.”
I hitch a breath. “I can’t help it.”
He turns to face me, all serious. His shaggy hair has fallen into his face. He grabs my hand and brings it up to his mouth and kisses it. “Did that hurt?”
He moves my hair off the side of my neck and moves his lips, giving me a small kiss.
Tingles and vibrations shoot through my body, and my heart rate spikes.
“Did that hurt?” he whispers, nuzzling his lips against my neck.
“No,” I breathe.
“Can I touch you now?”
“Tommy--”
His fingers find the buttons of my blouse. He undoes one of them and slips his fingers inside, just under the fleshy part of my breast. His hands are warm and smooth, and he hesitates even though I don’t even flinch. My heart, however, is beating something ferocious.
“Is this what you let Remy do?” he murmurs. “Is that why he wants you?” His hot breath hits my cheek. “Try to relax. None of this is going to hurt.”
His hand settles on my breast, and images of Remy swarm in. Their hands are nothing alike, but the outcome is the same. The pressure builds…my lust is all-consuming.
His lips find mine, and I don’t stop it. I’ve already resigned to the fact I will have to beg the Heavenly Father for forgiveness.
“Does that feel good, firefly?”
My nipples prickle as he squeezes them. “Yeah,” I breathe.
“Does it feel like hell when I touch you like this?”
Fiery heat rises between my legs, his breath hot against my cheek. “Yeah, it kind of does.”
“Didi, you trust me, baby?”
I swear on the Holy Bible, I shouldn’t trust him. Not anymore.
Tommy Landry swears he won’t hurt me, but I have a bad feeling. He holds my heart, and that’s the most precious thing I have.
My breath grows heavy. “Yeah.”
“I’m falling for you, firefly. Every damn day that goes by, I fall harder. I’m falling in love with you, Didi.”
My throat tightens up as he presses his lips to mine, and cold metal hits my flesh. I try to swallow, and can’t, when I glance down to metal shining under the moonlight. I try to find the words to tell him I love him too, but they sit on my tongue.
I’m falling for him too, so hard. But he’s not the only one I’m falling for.
“Tommy…”
“Shh,” he says against my lips. “Don’t move an inch, or I’ll cut you, and I don’t want to hurt you, baby. I never want to hurt you.”
I flinch as a horrid voice from the movie growls, “Get out,” followed by screams echoing from the movie.
He gently guides my head to his and kisses me. His hands begin to explore, touching my breasts. I let out a soft whimper as his right hand lifts my skirt, the deliberately short one he chose for me.
I pull my knee up to stop him, but he grips my hip, stopping me. “Don’t move, firefly.”
He stops kissing and looks down at me, his eyes crazed, while some scary music plays out on the screen.
“Tommy…” I whisper. “What are you doing?”
His hand finds my face, and he moves a piece of hair from eyes. “I’m gonna cut the belt off you. You have to lie perfectly still because the last thing I want to do is cut you, Didi.”
Tears prick my eyes while his are distant. He hikes up my skirt, exposing my stomach, and I don’t resist. I let out a ragged breath. He’s bigger and stronger, and I can’t stop him.
“Seeing you in this thing makes me so damn mad,” he growls.
“I know…” I whisper.
“I want you so bad, firefly. You have no idea how badly I want you.”
This isn’t love—I’m not stupid enough to think it is. He is lusting over me because of my virginity, because of my sanctity. The one thing I cannot give him, Remy, or anyone else.
Panic fills me to the core. If he takes off this belt, he will expect me to do things I’m truly not ready for. A huge part of me believes what Mama says—that I’ll burn in hell or give birth to some demonic offspring. That I am as evil as she says I am.
Why would she say those things if they didn’t have some kernel of truth?
I face the window so I don’t have to watch. “Please,” I beg one last time. “Don’t do it this way.”
I stop breathing entirely, and someone taps at the window.
“Fuck,” Tommy growls. “Go the fuck away.”
Luckily, the windows are tinted.
“Hey man,” Bax says in his usual drawl. “When you’re done in there, come to the woods for an after-party.” He raps his knuckles for a few extra seconds, waiting for a response.
“Later,” Tommy barks.
Cars are moving, headlights shining around us, and I realize the movie has ended. But Tommy makes no motion to leave. He hovers over me as I lie helpless, trapped in his tiny seat, and he stares down at me, holding a sharp knife with a dark look in his eye.
My eyes meet his, silently begging. He takes my hand, guiding it around my head, which leaves my top exposed. He kisses my neck, then my cheek, before finally finding my lips, and I kiss him in return.
Because I want to. Because I’m obedient, just like the Bible taught me.
Lust…the sin that spurs all others. Why am I kissing him right now when he’s acting so crazy?
I must be crazy, too.
He gazes down at me and pulls my skirt down, covering me, and shakes his head, thankfully dropping the knife. “You’re so damn innocent, firefly,” he murmurs, shifting back to the driver’s seat. “I want to have sex with you so badly.”
I scramble up. The only thing stopping me from crossing that line, the one that will damn me, is this belt. Because my body, heart, and soul want him.
I’m not sure what the shift in him was tonight, but something has changed. Darkness has taken root. He grips the steering wheel, clearly frustrated.
My hand finds his thigh. “What can I do?”
He looks over at me, and his hard expression softens. He pauses for a second, then shifts and pulls his cock out, guiding my hand over it
I gaze up at him. “What do I do?”
He leans back in his seat. “Just stroke it, baby.” He moves my hand up and down, and it grows thicker with every pump.
I do this for a few seconds, and his body jerks, his hips buck, and his eyes roll to the back of his head.
I hesitate as I watch his body react to my touch.
Like suddenly, I have all the power over him, and I like it.
“Keep going, Didi,” he begs. “Keep stroking.”
Our eyes meet, and I want nothing more than to pleasure him like this.
He seems to enjoy it, and I watch his expression change from anger to bliss, and before I can comprehend what’s happening, his hand slides up my neck and pulls my face toward it.
I swallow hard as he teases the tip of his penis to my lips.
“Come on, baby, please,” he says in a gruff voice.
I wet my lips and capture it in my mouth, licking the tip before taking it deeper. I have no idea what I’m doing, but it’s so natural.
His fists curl, and muscled thighs squeeze, urging me to take more of him like this.
“Dang it, Didi. You’re taking me so well.
” I keep licking, sucking, and pumping. His entire body tenses, and he matches my motions by tugging at my hair.
It’s a strange sensation of pleasure and pain.
His dick pulses, and it doesn’t take long before he grunts and spills hot stickiness into my mouth.
I don’t know what to do with it, so I swallow it. He winds his hands through my hair, petting me, then wipes a bit of his semen off my mouth with his thumb as he catches his breath. Our eyes stay glued to each other the entire time, and part of me can’t believe what I just did.
The parking lot is now empty around us. It’s dark, quiet, and windy, the silver screen is black.
“Tommy,” I say, interrupting the calm silence. “It must be past nine. Mama will be waiting.”
He tucks his dick back into his pants and strokes my face one last time. “Come on, firefly,” he says, putting the key into the ignition. “Let’s get you home.”