He slapped again and then I was being pulled up onto the bed and flipped onto my back and then his body covered mine, “That’s enough,” he caressed my face and I nodded, euphoric. He kissed my lips softly and then he was inside of me, being gentle, fucking me slowly while kissing my mouth, looking at me like he owned me.
I started to weep; it was that beautiful. I put my hands on his face. He kissed my wrist. Then he took and then held my wrists above my head and picked up the pace, rotating his hips in big circles so that he was hitting my clit with his pelvis at each rotation. I came hard, shuddering loud, so loud I’m sure the guards outside would’ve heard and then he came inside me, collapsing on me. I felt his heart racing, I felt up his back and there were goosebumps all over him. I kissed his throat.
He stayed still. He stopped breathing heavy. His body went tense. He backed up and gave me a small smile as he exited the bed, “Be right back.” He leaned over and kissed my lips softly and then left the room.
I covered up and turned onto my side. He seemed conflicted. He hadn’t hit me ten times. It’d only been half that. Was he too excited to go that far or was it actually a turn-off? Maybe it was a bit of both.
Dare
I sat out back, away from the two guards, and I smoked a cigarette. I felt tormented. I had almost slapped her face, in the moment of passion remembering Chen’s words and thinking that she’d like it but I couldn’t fucking do it. I couldn’t slap her face. I liked the submissiveness, it was hot. I liked the spanking, too, especially liked how she responded to it. But right now I was feeling a little gross because some of what we’d done made me think about her being abused. I never wanted her to know that I felt this. I didn’t want her to remember any of the abuse, didn’t want her to associate anything she and I did together with anything she’d done with anyone else. When I got off on slapping her it flashed that someone else doing the same would mean her coming hard, not fighting it. Then I’d feel like I was sick in the head for getting off on it. I wanted to give her what she needed but I also wanted her whole. I wanted her to be mine. But I didn’t want her to stay in that place where she got off on pain. If I did what the sick fucks who hurt her did to her and she got off on it, what did that make me? How was taking their advice on how to get her off from a founding partner of the place that also fucked her, who probably helped or gave orders to fucking break her gonna help either of us? I wish I’d never read that report and that Chen had never said those things to me. Things were pretty fuckin’ screwed up in my head.
I went back to bed and she was asleep. I pulled her to me and held her tight. It took me a long time to crash. There was a shit load of crap in my life right now and part of me wanted to say Fuck It and take her and just fuck off somewhere away from all of it.
Part of me thought about just taking off alone and asking my brother to watch out for her until we could fake her death. Maybe I should take off and try to forget her. Despite telling myself that though, I didn’t let go of her. I fell asleep holding onto her for dear life.
** ** **
In the morning when I opened my eyes she was beside me, watching me sleep.
“Mornin’” I said.
“Hi,” she smiled.
“Would you mind goin’ down and making us some coffee, baby?” I stretched.
“If I refuse, would you spank me again?” she gave me a mischievous look and my face split into a grin.
“Do you want another spanking?” I asked.
“Maybe,” she snuggled in and then gave me a smile.
“How about you make me coffee and I’ll reward you for doing it instead of punishing you for not doing it?”
“Okay,” she smiled, “Can I get an advance?”
I rolled her and got on top and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I grabbed a handful of her hair, loving the curls and loving the gorgeous smile on her sleepy face, “You’re beautiful.” I said.
“You’re beautiful,” she returned.
“You’re mine,” I slid my cock inside her. Who’d I been trying to kid last night? There was no way I’d give her up. Broken, not broken, she was mine.
“You’re mine,” she said fiercely and her eyes were full of fire when she said that, which stoked my fire real good. I grabbed her tight and held on while I gave her that advance on the coffee. That advance was a good one and it was a good thing, too, because it’d have to last me a while.
** ** **
Hours later I was getting antsy. I didn’t like that Chen hadn’t caught Jason Frost yet. Tommy was getting his counselor to fly in from the UK for Lisa because she hadn’t budged yet. He said things were tense with him and Tia, that they weren’t really speaking to one another and he admitted to me that he felt like he was unraveling. Add to that the fact that my phone was ringing off the hook with work shit, shit that I’d been neglecting because of all the drama I’d been entrenched in.
I was in and out of the cabin on the phone, texting, and trying to deal with a dozen things at once. I was in a bad fucking mood.
As I headed out the door with a new pack of smokes I heard Angel say, “Maybe you shouldn’t smoke so much.”
“Yeah and maybe it was better when you asked permission before you spoke,” I snapped.
Her expression dropped, her shoulders sagged, and I wished I could snatch it back, “Angel, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it.” I rushed to her and pulled her tight against me, “Forgive me?”
She shook her head a little, “No, Sir.” She said it with pain rather than venom.
My heart hit my gut. I deserved that. I deserved the ‘Sir’ because I’d just treated her like they treated her. I scooped her up, took her upstairs, and laid her down in bed and climbed in beside her. I caressed her face, “I’ll never say anything like that again. Ever. Promise. So sorry, baby.”