Chapter 6 Pans
Pans
Gina's disapproval is obvious. I can tell by the way she looks at me as I shuffle her out the door.
"There's no need to keep her locked up, Pans.”
I feel a pang of guilt. She's right. There are three bedrooms upstairs. I could make Willow comfortable. She could look out the window and hear the sound of the ocean.
She could come and go as she recovers, and there's the rub. She could leave. She could leave me.
I'm fooling myself if I believe I'm only doing this for her protection. It's because I want to keep her. I know it's not right, but the beast in me doesn't know how to keep her any other way.
And if I'm honest with myself, there's something sexy about having Willow in my cage. Knowing she's there in the basement locked up, waiting for me. I know that's all kinds of wrong, but I've never been a man who shied away from wrong.
As soon as Gina leaves, I head back down to the basement, not wanting to miss a moment with Willow. She's sitting up, the color slowly coming back to her cheeks.
"Take it easy," I tell her.
"I'm stiff," she says, stretching her arms in the air. Her tits press against her t-shirt, and I’m grateful she hasn't changed into the clothes Gina brought for her yet. I like her in my t-shirt. It marks her as mine.
“I need to move around. Can you help?”
She swings her legs over the side of the bench, and I move quickly to her side.
"Lean on me," I tell her.
She leans into my shoulder, and her weight presses against me as she stands up. My arm slides around her waist and I'm reminded of when I put her onto my bike, her soft body pressed against mine.
I stifle a groan. Just contact with this woman makes my dick ache and my chest burn. She takes a tentative step, but she’s not relaxed. Her body’s rigid with tension.
She reaches for something under the t-shirt, and suddenly she’s lunging at me, grunting with effort as she thrusts scissors at my throat.
They’re the nail scissors I used for the bandages and I don’t know what damage she thinks she can do with those, but she looks determined.
I dodge backwards and grab her hand.
With her other hand she grabs at my shoulder, digging her nails into me and sending us both off balance.
As we tumble to the floor, I roll over so my body lands on the hard concrete, shielding her fall as she lands on top of me. But she's wiggling too much, and I can’t hold her still.
Rolling her over, I pin her to the ground. Her chest rises and falls against mine, her eyes wild and her body trembling.
"What did you do that for?" I’m bemused more than anything. Wondering why she’d try to start an attack she obviously can’t win. “I'm much stronger than you."
"Why are you keeping me locked up?" Her eyes flash with a fire that does nothing to calm the growing need I have for her.
She’s breathing hard, and I can smell the strawberry lip balm that Gina dropped off in her care package.
"It's for your own protection." I grit the words out through clenched teeth. She can’t know the truth: that I’m scared she’ll leave. That I like knowing she’s down here behind bars.
Our bodies press too close, her hips wriggling against mine. I feel myself hardening, and she must feel it too because her eyes widen. But instead of disgust, there's desire in her eyes that matches my own.
My gaze flicks to her lips, parted slightly, slick with gloss. So soft and inviting. The beast inside me stirs. He uncoils, sending heat through my veins until I feel the thumping of my heart pounding in my ears.
Willow stills under me as if sensing my thoughts.
The beast rises inside, and I press my mouth against hers. She tastes of strawberries and innocence and I’m forcing this kiss in a way that I know is wrong, but I’m unable to stop. It takes me a moment to realize she's not resisting.
Her mouth parts and the forced kiss turns into a passionate back and forth, her body rising to meet mine as our tongues tangle.
My mouth moves to her neck, my teeth biting her soft flesh and making her yelp. She moves beneath me, and now she’s not struggling. Her hips press against my body, her back arching until her tits graze my chest.
The beast inside urges me to part her legs, to claim what I want from this woman. I run a hand up her thigh, and she gasps as I reach her panties. My fingers nudge her thighs apart and the fabric’s damp, dripping wet, the pussy beneath primed and ready to take my cock.
Alarm bells ring in the back of my mind.
She’s under my protection. She’s vulnerable from the accident. This isn't right. This isn't the way to take a woman, locked up in a cage and holding her down.
She’s probably only yielding so that I don't hurt her. After all, what would a woman like Willow want with a beast like me?
With all the effort I can muster, I pull back onto my knees. A look of disappointment flickers across her face and then she scrambles backwards out of my reach, confirming my fears. Willow’s repulsed by me, and only yielded so I’d get off her sooner.
Shame floods me, and I can’t bear to look at her. I'm a beast, an animal that would debase the only woman I’ve ever had feelings for.
"I'm sorry," I mutter as I stand up.
I can't even look at her. I can't bear to see the disgust that must be etched on her face.
She’s on the ground still and I quickly retreat out of the cage, slamming it shut and driving the lock home.
"Wait," she cries. But I can't look back. I’m too ashamed.
I take the steps two at a time until I'm through the basement door, slamming it behind me. I sink to the floor with my back to the door. Willing the beast to calm down, sucking in large gulps of air, until this raging inferno inside me subsides.