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

  Oh, those hands. I imagined them running up and down my back and shoulders to soothe my pain. Was there nothing those hands couldn't do? My breathing got heavier as I thought about it.

  I felt my body swaying like I was about to lose my balance. Was that even possible in that position? I didn't know but I didn't want to find out. I shrieked as I felt one of my bare feet almost slide out from under me.

  Lord, please let Tyler come back soon. I need him.

  Oh shit.

  How did this happen to me? How did I find myself tied up and blindfolded, patiently and lovingly waiting for the very asshole who did this to me?

  I couldn't let myself think about it, but there were no distractions. So, I started to count in my head. Anything to keep myself from thinking.

  One, two, three, four, five…

  I was at number sixty-one when I heard Tyler walk back inside the room.

  "You okay?" he asked.

  "I guess so. My shoulders hurt."

  "I'm sorry, baby. I'll give you a massage later, okay?"

  I smiled. "Okay."

  He walked in front of me. "Open your mouth."

  Smelling bread close by, I opened it eagerly.

  He placed a small piece of a sandwich in my mouth. I could tell he made it with some lunch meat I had in the fridge. When I finished chewing he put another piece to my lips.

  After the second one, he put his hand under my chin to tilt my face up, and then I felt his warm lips on mine, giving me a soft kiss that made me tingle all over, longing for him again. I felt his finger trace a circle around my nipple as his tongue started a slow circle at the same pace inside my mouth.

  Oh yeah…it was back. The tension between my thighs. Back with a vengeance, and all from a soft kiss and a little fondling. Just like downstairs. It was like my entire body was simmering, just waiting to boil over at any second from his lightest touch.

  He pulled away and put a bite of sandwich against my lips again. I took it immediately. Food was now just a necessity to keep my stomach from growling. It was time to move on to something else.

  Chuckling, he asked, "Are you okay? You're swaying around a lot."

  I was about to answer when I felt his fingers brush against my clit.

  I let out a sharp moan. "Please don't make me wait, Tyler. You're torturing me."

  "But we only just got started, baby."

  "No we didn't."

  A second later I heard him put the plate on the floor and shove it away somewhere.

  Soon after that, I felt his breath against my face just before he kissed me.

  He put his hands around me, stopping in the small of my back, pulling my body against his. Oh my God, I'd almost forgotten we were both naked. I felt his skin against mine from my mouth all the way to my feet. His hands soon went up and down my back, fingers pressing hard against my skin like they wanted to get inside me.

  And that cock. Right there. Ready for me — again.

  His kiss was rough and unrestrained, and, oh…so sensual. Damn it, how had I gone so long without him? Did I forget what this was like? He was the one who always said our bodies were made for each other.

  Shit, how was he always right?

  Tyler broke away from my mouth and moved to my neck, kissing and licking it just right. His hand slid around to my stomach and went straight down to my pussy. There was no gentleness this time when his fingers charged inside me.

  "Tyler…I need you," I whispered.

  He moaned against my neck and went up to my ear. "I miss you so much."

  "I miss you, too."

  "It drives me crazy to see you like this. All for me." He gave my lips one short, hard kiss, then his mouth and fingers disappeared.

  The only sound filling my ears was that of my own frantic breathing. I didn't hear him kneel under me on the floor but I felt him shift my legs around until his stubbly face brushed against my inner thighs.

  He widened my legs a little more, forcing me to bend my knees until I was in a comfortable squat, sitting directly on top of his mouth.

  Oh yeah. His tongue…my pussy…together at last.

  "Yes!" I screamed.

  He sucked hard on my clit, then slid further down to thrust his tongue inside, completely penetrating me. I could feel every single lick. His lips were wide open, his warm breath caressing my clit while his tongue worked wonders inside me. I heard him growling like he couldn't get enough, like he wanted to inhale me and literally eat me alive.

  "Oh Tyler…yes…"

  Damn it, I'd waited so long. I was grateful he wasn't making me wait any longer. If he stopped now I think I may have been angry enough to try to kick him in the face. Surely he wouldn't do that to me. Not now.

  Oh God…his mouth was so hungry. Sucking me. Licking me. Vibrating when he let out those deep, guttural moans.

  "Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

  His tongue was now against my clit, its firm movements getting rougher and faster. He moved his head rapidly from side to side, breathing against me, working my clit and my lips all at once. His hands were under my ass, lifting me as his thumbs spread my tender inner thighs. I felt his lips suddenly attach to my clit harder than before.

  "Oh fuck! Tyler! Yes! Don't stop!"

  My knees buckled, but his huge hands were bracing my thighs, holding me there in his mouth. He sucked on my clit until I stopped moving.

  Gently, he eased my feet back to the floor and stood in front of him. I heard him sniffle and wipe his mouth against his arm.

  He chuckled. "Damn woman, I was right. Fuckin' drown me."

  I was still catching my breath. "Sorry."

  "Hey, it's fine. Totally worth it." He put his arms around me and nuzzled my cheek. "Been wantin' to do that for so long."

  I felt his damp hair against my face. "Oh shit! Your hair's soaked."

  "Told you." He kissed my cheek.

  "Let me pay you back."

  "I will. Let me recover first." He kissed my cheek again. "I was gonna get out that leather paddle in the cabinet but when I saw you here all tied up I just couldn't help myself."

  "Don't you think I've been spanked enough for one day?"

  "Hmm. Don't know. I guess we'll see where the day takes us." He nibbled on my ear, stopping when he heard me groan. "Hey, it's all right. Now I'm in the mood to take you to bed and be nice to you for a while."

  "You mean, my punishment's over?"

  "For the moment." He lowered his voice to a whisper, his arms tightening around my back. "But you still need to be a good girl for me."

  "I will. I promise, I will. I love you, Tyler."

  He inhaled sharply in my ear. "What?"

  "Huh?" I instantly realized what I said. I didn't plan it. Those words started somewhere deep inside me, then raced out of my mouth and past my lips at lightning speed.

  "You said it." He stood up straight and pushed the satin blindfold up to my forehead.

  I winced at the sudden light in my eyes. Thankfully, there was only sunlight in the room, streaming in through two small windows.

  "Sorry, baby." He pressed his forehead against mine and put his cupped palms in the space between our faces. "Can you see my eyes."

  "A little."

  "Please, look in my eyes and say it. Please, baby. I've waited so long."

  Even though I could barely see his big brown eyes, their pain was obvious. I didn't want my sweet Tyler to hurt anymore. For that reason alone, I didn't give myself time to think about it. Without hesitation, I said, "I love you, Tyler."

  His mouth fell open in a quiet sigh. "Wow." And then he kissed me.

  I didn't know what this meant for our future, and for once I didn't think about it. It just felt so right to be with him again. My heart felt like it was exploding with a million different feelings, all of them blissful and loving and happily familiar. And none of them had anything to do with fear. The only thing close to it was the fear of losing this man I cherished; I already knew what that was like. Right then as he kis
sed me, I knew I never wanted to lose him again. But most of all, I wanted to never again be the cause of his pain, and I'd do whatever I could to make up for the agony he'd already suffered because of me. If there was anyone who deserved to be happy, it was Tyler, a guy who'd already been through more than his share of heartache before we even met. I may never understand it, but I made him happy. Maybe I just needed to accept it.

  When he pulled away from me he kept his hands on my face. His eyes no longer held pain. "I love you too, in case you forgot."

  We gazed silently into each others' eyes. I was just about to ask him to untie me when his eyes widened and his head turned to the door.

  "You hear that?" he asked.

  As soon as he said it, I heard the sound, like someone beating on my front door. "Again?" The ever-so-recent memory of Tyler at the door rushed back to my thoughts. But at least that impromptu visit brought something good. I had no idea who was at the door now but I knew for sure they needed to get lost.

  "Let me see…" He walked away to open the door to the hallway.

  The sound of those rattling hinges filled the room.

  He looked back at me. "Any idea who that is?"

  I shrugged just as we heard Joan's muffled voice scream, "Susie! I know you're home!"

  Tyler grimaced. "What the hell? Should we ignore it?"

  "I don't know. She's never done this before."

  He sighed with agony as he walked back to me. "We should probably answer and get rid of her, quick."

  "Agreed."

  With much relief, I watched him step up on the chair again to release me from the hook. His erection was gone, but he looked so cute standing naked on that chair, his cock dangling right above my head.

  The noise at the front door stopped a minute later as he was untying the rope.

  "I hope she's gone," Tyler said.

  "Me too. But I'm really glad to get untied. I'm dying to touch you." A secondary reason was that my shoulders were sore as hell.

  A huge smile spread across his face as his hands worked even faster to untie me.

  As soon as the rope hit the floor, my arms were around him. He drew me into an embrace for a kiss.

  That's when the commotion at the front door started again. It was more like a loud knock than a beating this time.

  Tyler pulled away. "Shit! Does she know we're in here? You got a camera turned on or something?"

  "No. Let's just get rid of her. Hurry!"

  I ran to my gown as Tyler ran out of the room. I pulled it over my head as fast as possible, then rushed out the door to the hall.

  The commotion at the front door stopped when I was halfway down the stairs.

  Tyler emerged from the downstairs bedroom wearing his cute blue-striped boxers and a black T-shirt when I reached the bottom of the stairs. He let out an angry grunt. "She better not come back this time."

  "Let me check my phone. She might've had a real emergency." I was just about to walk to the coffee table when the large window in the living room shattered.

  "What the…" Tyler walked into the living room, his mouth gaping. He immediately ran to the front door. Before he opened it, he turned around to me and said, "Go inside that bedroom. Don't come out here."

  "You're barefoot too, you know?"

  "Don't worry about me." He opened the door and rushed out to the porch, taking a few steps before shouting, "What the fuck's wrong with you?"

  Oh God, why today of all days?

  It usually didn't take long to figure out the best way to deal with Joan when she was upset. Sometimes she just wanted someone to listen. Other times, she wanted advice. I couldn't make out the words she was saying to Tyler, but her tone was shrill — usually an indicator that I was in for a few hours of hearing her vent. It was probably about Michael. The solution was simple: let her bitch for a while, get rid of her, board up the window until I could call a handyman, go to the bedroom for house-shaking makeup sex.

  Doing my best to maintain a calm facade, I crossed my arms over my chest and waited patiently outside the bedroom door for her to stop arguing with Tyler. He was still yelling at her about the window and how she could've really hurt someone. Maybe I should've been more angry about it, but my thoughts were consumed with making her go away.

  A rock through a window was, however, a new level of crazy for Joan. I chalked it up to jealousy over her sister's recent engagement.

  I knew I was wrong when she charged at me through the front door. Her red hair in disarray, she looked like she was still wearing her clothes from the previous night under her coat.

  As soon as our eyes met, she screamed, "You slut!"

  I put my arms straight down at my sides and remained silent, blood instantly rushing to my cheeks.

  She stopped in front of me, pursing her lips. "You don't even know what I'm talking about, do you? That's how slutty you are. Can't even keep track anymore, huh?"

  Tyler shut the front door and walked toward us. "I've already had all I'm gonna take from you today. You need to get the fuck outta here."

  Joan looked back at Tyler with one hand on her hip and her other hand extended toward me. "Did you know she's in porn?"

  He let out a loud groan. "Yes. Now get out or I'll drag you out!"

  She glared at me and asked him another question. "Did you also know she fucked Michael?"

  Tyler's face stiffened at once. He stood motionless, eyes wide, staring off at the broken window.

  Joan's gave me a snide look. "And to think—"

  I interrupted her. "It stopped before I met you. Like, months before."

  He held up his hand, silencing me. His eyes went back to Joan. "It's your last chance. Get out or I will pick you up and carry you. Trust me."

  Her jaw dropped. "What? Don't you care about any of this? I got plenty more to say."

  "I'll take it up with her. You're outta here."

  Just as Tyler hooked his arm around her waist, scooping her toward the door, there was a knock. Then the door opened.

  Michael's bald black head peered slowly around the door. He didn't come all the way inside — just far enough around to look at me, then Joan, then stop at Tyler. His face was devoid of its usual playfulness. "Hey man. Didn't know you were here."

  Tyler shook his head as he pulled Joan further along to the door. "You need to get her outta here. I'll talk with you later."

  I felt a shot of relief. He didn't seem angry at Michael. Maybe this would blow over quickly.

  Joan calmed down in Michael's presence. He came inside and put his arm around her shoulders, guiding her to the door. She gave me one more dirty look over her shoulder before Michael waved a silent goodbye, and they left.

  Tyler walked straight past me to the bedroom, ignoring me.

  I followed him inside. "You're not gonna talk to me?"

  He picked up his pants and sat down on the bed, his eyes focused on the floor. "We'll talk later."

  "Are you leaving?"

  "No. We'll talk later."

  "Can we please talk now?"

  His tone was angry. "I said we'll talk later."

  "Why are you getting dressed?"

  He finally looked at me. "I'm gonna clean up the mess out there."

  "Okay, let me get dressed and—"

  "No. Leave me alone and let me do it. We'll talk later."

  "Please don't do this, not after what happened upstairs."

  "I said we'll fucking talk later!"

  I mumbled, "Fine," and left the room. After everything that happened today, was I going to lose him now? Over Michael? Why was Tyler so pissed at me and not at him?

  Keeping a watchful eye for broken glass on the carpet, I tiptoed to the coffee table to get my phone then took it upstairs to my bedroom. I sat on my bed for several minutes just trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. They actually felt a lot more like a million angry killer bees than butterflies. I just stared straight ahead at my dresser, too nervous to cry.