Safe With Me, Part 8 (The End) Read online

  After another blow that made me scream and dig my toes against the kitchen floor, he said, "A few more, then we're going upstairs." Smack! "And you're gonna let me into that room."

  I yelped and lurched forward against his arm with the remaining swats. He varied their location, but not their strength. By the time he let me stand up, there was a thin layer of tears in my eyes.

  He stayed at my side and put his arm around my shoulders, holding me tight as I sniffled. His lips went to my ear, whispering, "Today I'm gonna take what's mine. What you were supposed to give me weeks ago. You don't know how bad I looked forward to that day and you just fuckin' kicked me out on the street like a stray dog."

  I gulped. He mocked me that day, laughing at me for kicking him out as if it was no big deal. Guess he'd had enough time to get pissed off about it. I reached up to wipe my face, and suddenly his hand slid in between the front of my thighs; his other arm pulled my shoulders even tighter.

  "Oh!" I kept my eyes open this time; it wasn't hard to remember — the red hot pain radiating from my butt reminded me of his command. I stared out at the hallway in a daze, unable to think about anything but his touch. I instinctively stepped out with my right foot to widen my legs and give his hand room to move. As if he knew it would drive me crazy and make me want more, he didn't touch my clit or shove any fingers inside me. He just let his hand glide across my lips, back and forth, terrorizing me with their excruciatingly slow pace.

  Again, I gritted my teeth, like that could somehow keep me from screaming.

  He was at my side, his lips wide open, grazing the outside of my ear as he breathed against it. "I know you love that. You're so fuckin' wet. Mmm…I miss that pussy."

  I moaned at his words and the feel of his breath. My eyes closed for only a second…

  "No." He shook my shoulders. "Open your eyes. Look at me."

  I turned my head, as he requested.

  He pulled away from my ear. His brown eyes full of anger and passion narrowed briefly as he let out a soft moan, meeting my gaze. "Told you to keep your eyes open."

  I nodded, trying to be quiet and keep my eyes fixed on his as my breathing became shallow. His hand moved even slower with enough pressure to drive me insane with need. I gently lowered my hips to try to get his fingers to go a little deeper.

  He shook his head and pulled his hand away. "I'm in charge here." He brought his hand to his lips and stared straight in my eyes as he gave his fingers a lick. "Yeah, I'm gonna have a great time with you today."

  Oh no. I remembered that damned spreadsheet with that list of things he wanted to do to me. Such a nerd. Seemed like a sweet nerd back then. My surprise gave way to alarm as the stinging sensation radiated from the back of my thighs to the rest of my body. I didn't think much of it that night when he said he wanted to lick my pussy for as long as he desired without me telling him I wanted more. It made me all tingly and warm, like we had our own little sexy, nerdy agreement. He said he was always frustrated that I'd beg him to go faster, speed up…start fucking me instead. But today, my pussy ached for him just from a spanking and a little fondling. I needed more — NOW! And I had a really bad feeling I wasn't gonna get it.

  He strengthened his grip around my shoulders and took his hand from his mouth to my chest, his fingers now sliding under the loose-fitting cotton until he found my nipple, rubbing it gently. "What? You look scared?"

  My mouth opened in a shriek that stopped in my throat. The sensation from my nipple flew straight to my clit.

  He grinned softly for the tiniest moment, then stopped, firmly setting his jaw. "Today's all about me, darlin'." He gave my nipple a light squeeze. "Nothing you can do about it. Finally gonna get to know your body like I always wanted."

  And that would've been great, except for the overwhelming tension he'd already stirred. It always built up way too quickly with Tyler. Looking up in his gorgeous face made it so much worse.

  As his finger made way-too-gentle circles around my hard nipple, his mouth went down to my neck.

  That tongue. Sweet Lord, that tongue.

  He really wasn't gonna make this easy.

  Since he couldn't see me, I closed my eyes and let my mouth fall open. The heavier I breathed, the slower that finger circled my nipple. The slower that tongue massaged my neck. The more I was tormented by the ache building between my thighs.

  I let out a long moan and let my body relax. Maybe if he knew how much I wanted him, he'd take it easy on me. We could have the whole weekend just like the ones we used to have, all over the house. Do whatever we wanted.

  Right then, he squeezed my nipple, firmly, as his tongue dug deep against my neck.

  "Oh!" My head fell backwards. Maybe this was it. He was about to take me to the bedroom and throw me down. Oh yes…please…now…

  And then he was gentle again, his finger making circles with the lightest touch.

  Damn it! "Tyler…please," I whispered, "just take me—"

  He stood up straight and removed his hand from my chest. "No! You always get your way. Not this time."

  Instantly, his arm was against my stomach once more, restricting my wrists and bending me forward.

  "No!" I screamed.

  No sooner had the words left my mouth when his hand struck my bare skin in the same tender spot where my thigh met a hefty chunk of my ass.

  "Ow, that hurts!" I kicked my feet against the floor and wiggled my arms, trying to get out of his grasp.

  His palm landed there again, the abrupt sound exploding through the kitchen like a gun shot.

  "Damn it, Tyler!" I look over my shoulder as I writhed against his arm. "What's wrong with you?"

  He ignored my question and gave me three more painful swats on my other thigh, all in the same location.

  "Shit, that stings!"

  "Good." He gave me another hard smack. "You deserve it."

  My ass hurt like hell but I was too angry to cry. I stared straight ahead, shouting, "No, I don't! And I don't get my way all the time either. You're just mad at me 'cause things aren't going your way."

  He let out a cold laugh, gave my butt a loud whack, and said, "If any of our friends were here they'd fuckin' applaud me for spanking you. Everybody knows you did me wrong."

  "Our friends? You mean your friends, right? Because they all turned against me after we broke up."

  His tone was sarcastic. "We broke up? Like it was a mutual decision?" Then he pulled me to an upright position and pushed me backwards, holding my elbows against the counter. His words came out in a hiss. "What you did to me was evil. Do you know how much I looked forward to that day? And you knew all along you were gonna break up with me."

  My jaw dropped. I glared up at his smug face. "That's not true! I had no intention of breaking up with you. I even stocked the fridge with food so we could stay in all weekend because I wanted you here. I was nervous but I thought I could trust you till you came in and trampled all over me."

  "Trampled?" His face twisted. "You mean by asking questions? Out of concern for you?"

  "It was more than that and you know it. I saw how you looked at me, especially when I told you I didn't need the money. Then you started in with this interrogation—"

  "So what? I was angry and jealous. Shocked, more than anything, and I figure that's a normal reaction. Nah, you kicked me out too easily. You were just waiting for me to fuck up and say the wrong thing. Admit it."

  "I admit nothing!" Rage swelled inside me just like it did that day. I shoved against his hands as hard as I could, too angry to think.

  He tightened his grip on my arms, holding me still. "Or maybe it's an issue of control. That's why you don't like questions. Or being tied up. Or being held down—"

  "No, I don't like being ridiculed for going to church by a guy who thinks it's only okay to do porn if you really need the money. Like I'm supposed to hang my head in shame or something."

  He shook his head, his eyes and mouth both wide open. "No. You're getting my words all mixed up.
I don't know what you think you heard—"

  "I know exactly what I heard."

  "No. You heard what you wanted to hear because you wanted to get rid of me."

  "The thing that really doesn't make sense to me is what you were doing at that shameful porn shop in the first place. We had phone sex the night before and you thought I was coming back the next day. Why couldn't you just wait? Doesn't your right hand ever get tired?"

  He pressed his lips together, nostrils flaring. Then, quickly, he swept his hair from one shoulder onto his back and bent forward.

  And suddenly I was in the air, screaming, as he lifted me over his shoulder. "What the fuck are you doing? I'm too heavy for this! Put me down!"

  "Shut up."

  I screamed incessantly as he carried me out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I knew he was strong but I didn't feel secure over his shoulder. The view from up there was frightening. I bobbed along precariously as he ascended each step. I wanted to kick or hit him, but I was too afraid he'd lose his balance. Screaming was all I could do.

  I started to squirm against him when his feet were safely on the second floor. His response was a painful slap on the back of my thigh as he rolled me down from his shoulder. And then, pulling me along with my arms locked behind my back, he walked inside my bedroom.

  "Okay." He showed no emotion. "Go get the key."

  Like I was really gonna make it easy for him? After the force he'd used to get me upstairs, I knew it was worthless to struggle against him physically, so I would rebel another way. He wasn't gonna get that fucking key. I chuckled. "Like I'm really gonna show you where I keep those. And good luck trying to break the door down. It may not look like much but it's reinforced—"

  He sighed. "Fine."

  My heart sank as he pulled me just a few steps away to the dresser and picked up my little backpack-wearing teddy bear — a cute freshman gift from Aunt Bernadette when I started college. It was inconspicuously (or so I thought) hidden in plain sight in the midst of some other trinkets. Tyler unsnapped the backpack and turned the bear over. Both key rings plopped right down on top of the dresser with a clang.

  "Son of a bitch," I mumbled. I used to keep my upstairs and downstairs keys hidden in different places but I'd gotten lazy. Nervously, I watched him inspect the keys like he knew which one he needed. I took a slow breath to soothe my nerves. Show no fear. "How'd you know where they were?"

  He continued to analyze the keys without looking at me. "I know a lotta shit about you."

  "No, seriously. Did you spy on me or something?"

  "No. You're not that hard to figure out."

  I huffed. "You used to be so nice to me. Were you always a dick and I just never realized it?"

  He laughed as he squinted at one key in particular. "Well, being nice didn't exactly get me anywhere with you, did it?"

  "Being an asshole's not gonna get you anywhere, either."

  He shrugged. "Well then, I ain't got nothin' to lose. I came here with nothin'. I leave with nothin'. Whether I'm an asshole or not."

  Okay, he made a valid point.

  My rage slowly faded to anxiety. He had my keys, he was pissed, and he was about a hundred times stronger than me. I couldn't keep him from trying to open every door in the house. If he did, maybe I could stop him before he got to the room downstairs, directly below our feet.

  I took another soothing breath. Any sign of fear could make him do exactly what I didn't want him to do. "It's the one with the lime green dot."

  He put down the keys he was holding and picked up the other set, where there was a big lime green sticker. Then he turned to me. "I know why you're scared. Just be a good girl for me and you'll have nothing to worry about."

  Our eyes locked. He was still angry, but a glimmer of sympathy passed across his face. We shared a moment of understanding. I used to think that maybe he really did have special powers, but no. He just knew me.

  My relief was short-lived. Tyler said, "From now on, no talking unless I ask you a question or give you permission. Remember what I said about being a good girl." He then pulled me out of the room and across the hall, my arms locked together behind my back.

  Good girl? What did that mean to him today? Opening doors? More spanking? I didn't know his open palm could inflict so much pain. My ass had to be glowing bright red.

  He opened the door quickly and yanked me over to the same cabinet where he found the restraints the first time I showed him the room. After he opened the cabinet he put the keys on a shelf inside and shuffled a few items around. I tried to see what he was doing but he had me at his side, one of my wrists bumping up against his ass. I sucked my upper lip in between my teeth and closed my eyes. I loved the feel of his flesh and muscles against my skin.

  He took something from the cabinet, then his head turned in the direction of the hook in the ceiling. I then saw him looking around the rest of the room, stopping at the stripper pole.

  "You're gonna strip for me," he said.

  "What? I'm only wearing this gown. There's not much to strip."

  "So? Take it off and dance around the pole."

  He yanked my arms, walking across the room to the corner that housed the pole and mirrors, letting me go when we got there.

  I was about to step up on the platform when, in the mirror, I saw him draw his hand back and give my butt a swat, this one not as severe as the ones he gave me in the kitchen. I let out a gasp.

  "That was for talking." His hand stayed there for a moment, sliding down to my inner thighs where he quickly ran his fingers down to my clit and back up. Then he took his hand away. "Okay. Get up there."

  I was surprised he didn't say anything about how wet I was. If I had to sit down I would've left the biggest wet spot in history.

  This entire experience was torture on so many levels.

  Groaning, I stepped up on the little platform. I'd avoided full-length mirrors for weeks. It didn't matter much to me if I gained weight…except when I caught a glimpse of myself in a full-length mirror. It was depressing to me, and not because I thought I was ugly, but because I knew how many lonely, depressed days of food and weed it took me to get this way.

  Maybe if I took off my gown he'd see I gained weight and he'd be turned off. I could put an end to this — soon. Show him he was wrong; I could indeed run him off.

  I held the pole with one hand, leaning against it. "Well, you want any music? There's a remote control in that cabinet." I pointed at the cabinet.

  "Just take off the gown and dance for me."

  "It'd be a lot easier for me if there was music."

  "Well, today ain't about you, is it? Be a good girl and don't make me tell you again."

  He stood up, his erection pointing straight ahead as he bounded up to the platform and gave my butt a firm smack.

  This time, I flinched. He hit one of the same areas he'd tenderized quite well when we were downstairs.

  He stayed behind me and put his hands around my waist, whispering in my ear, "Do as I say. No questions." His hand slid down my stomach and under my gown. In seconds he'd found my lips, stroking them harder than before.

  "Uh!" My head fell back against his chest when his fingers slid inside me.

  "Remember, you owe me." He fondled me as he whispered in my ear. "You told me I could have whatever I want and this is what I want right now."

  I could only close my eyes and let his fingers have their way…until he pulled them out. Such a disappointment. When I opened my eyes, he was standing on the floor, staring at me, licking his fingers with a big, evil smile on his face.

  "Asshole," I whispered.

  He laughed. "I'm gonna let that one go. Now dance for me."

  I rolled my eyes. Why did he want this? There was a time when I could do a lot with a pole. If I'd been allowed to talk I could've explained that I didn't have the arm strength anymore, and my hands no longer had calluses.

  But maybe he just wanted to see me naked…

  Now's my chance. Maybe
he'd see my body and be disappointed.

  I looked in his eyes and pulled the nightgown straight up over my head, letting it float out of my hands and off to the floor, landing near his feet.

  Either he didn't notice the extra weight or he just plain didn't care, because his mouth hung open and his chest started heaving. After only a few seconds he lunged forward and bent down just enough to put his lips around my breast.

  Oh my God, I'd forgotten how wonderful that tongue felt against my nipple. He gently bit it, then let it go and took even more of it in his mouth like he wanted to devour me. His hands went around my back, heading straight to my spanked bottom.