Chapter 182: Luke
I was in the middle of a bitch beater when the shrill sound of my cell phone weaseled through the pounding of drums. I should have turned it down or off. I ignored it and continued. The wood in my hands rolled through my fingers. I flipped with my left playing backstick. Sweat rolled from my hairline down my face and dripped down my torso. This wasn't music-it was rage and drums were the only way, at the moment, that I could process the burn and clear it from my system.
The phone stopped its noise for a few moments then started ringing again.
Fuck.
I rotated on my stool and picked up my cell after I saw the name on the caller ID.
"You owe me," said the familiar voice.
A burst of laughter escaped. "A million times over. So what's new, Damian?"
***
An hour later, I was on the road with damp, just-washed hair, my toy bag in the trunk, and my heart thumping a heavier beat than my drum kit had earlier. Damian promised he would persuade Machala to accept a strange man coming to her home. And I would add some extra emphasis with my special wood so it never happened again. Fuck me, she was crazy. Even with Damian's assurance, she had too much to lose, and then there was the danger factor.
Plaid.
I would do a plaid design on her ass just for the satisfaction of seeing it.
I'd only been to her place once before. It was a month after she left me, though she never knew. After watching her turn off the lights, I'd sat and observed the dark interior throughout the night. She slept while I scrutinized our relationship and asked myself what the hell I was doing sitting outside her townhome like a stalker.
This time, I walked to the ornately carved door. She didn't have a camera system, but she did have a peephole. This was the tricky part. She had to let me in. I placed my bag beside my foot and knocked.
The doorknob rattled slightly, but the door didn't open. Several long moments passed and I knew she was aware I was waiting. Finally, the knob turned.
She stood in a black silk robe, barefoot, hair down. Minus the robe, it was exactly how I wanted her.
Anger sizzled in her eyes. "What are you doing here, Luke?"
I bent slightly and grabbed my bag. I took a step to the side and forward to go around her.
Her arm came out to block me. "No, Luke, you can't come in. I'm expecting company."
I grasped her arm and tossed my bag into the foyer. With my other hand, I grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck. "You're expecting me, girl."
She took a quick breath of air. I wasn't sure if she would scream, so my other hand came up and covered her mouth. I turned us both into the small foyer while pushing the door closed with my foot. With the solid thud, I finally saw panic replace the anger.
Good.
She started struggling which made one of my darker fantasies came into play. I had no problem with a rape scene. Her problems with it were not even in the picture-she'd invited a complete stranger into her home and who knew what could have happened. I let go of her hair and turned her away from me circling my arm around her chest while keeping my other hand over her mouth.
I felt her teeth, though they didn't find good purchase, just made me press my fingers more firmly against her lips. "You'll pay for that. Do you really want it worse than what I have planned?"
We were both breathing hard by now. Her foot swung back and connected with my shin. It fucking hurt. Unlike the first time we met, this time I was keeping track of each infraction. I pushed my bag with my foot. It slid across the foyer floor as I moved forward. I didn't want to put her down on the hard floor with carpet in my direct line of sight. Not that I minded causing her pain, but if she continued struggling, the floor could cause serious injury and that I wouldn't do.
I swung her around so she landed face first on the rug. It wasn't as soft as it looked. She tried going to her knees, so I pressed one of mine into her back. I managed to reach my bag and pull out the ball gag. Straddling her with the gag wrapped in my fingers, I pulled her hair with the same hand. Slowly, I released her mouth, my lips at her ear.
"Do you have something you want to say before we begin?" I whispered.
She struggled uselessly again. "You bastard. What the fuck are you doing?"
I forced the ball between her lips, pulling back on her hair when she clenched her teeth together. "I guarantee you won't like most of what I do tonight. But then you don't want to like it do you? You're now going past pain and into agony. We've been there before and I know you can take it. I just don't think you want to cross that final line into lasting scars. Now open your fucking beautiful mouth." My fingers tightened in her hair even farther.
She screamed. Coming from anyone else it would be terror, but with her, it was quasi-submission. Not complete. She'd never gone there completely with me. Her body relaxed and I let up on some of the pressure against her spine as I worked the gag past her teeth and buckled it at the back of her head.
"I know you don't like being gagged and you know that doesn't bother me at all. In a short time you'll be screaming and I don't want your neighbors calling the cops." My lips were still against her ear and I could smell her arousal. Holy fuck could I smell it. Add a touch of fear to her already wet-fucking-dream scent and my cock needed a hole to ram. Machala had a way of turning me into an uncontrolled teenage boy. I took a deep breath, but her scent didn't help my aching dick.
I unbuckled my belt with one hand and slid it out of the belt loops then used it to secure her arms behind her. "Don't fucking move." I released her and stood quickly then took a step back. It had been too long. I'd dreamed about this too often. I watched her for several minutes. It also gave her time to calm down and think about how much she needed this. Her robe was trussed up, the tops of her thighs bare. She was naked beneath. I'd discovered that when she struggled against me. God, I needed to fuck her until neither of us could walk.
I pulled my fingers through my hair. Love, romance, and the vanilla things that went with it were not part of our dynamic. Had never been a part of my sex life, but she brought out a side to me that I didn't know existed. Not tonight, though. Machala wanted punishment and I was just the sadist to give her exactly what she needed.
"Up." I lifted her by her upper arms, turning her so I looked straight into her angry eyes. "Shake your head up and down if you've stopped struggling. If not, I have no problem cutting this robe off you." She hesitated and I had to fight a smile. She never gave in easily.
Slowly her head moved up and down. I reached around and unfastened the belt from around her arms, watching her closely. Without giving her a chance to do more than breathe, I pulled off the robe. Her eyes immediately closed.
"Look at me, girl." Again, it took her a moment to do as I said. "You're not getting out of the punishment for thinking you could let a strange man come here and fuck you. I don't give a damn if Damian recommended him or not. You always meet in a safe place first. You will not risk this body with stupidity. You can, however, get out of what I have planned after your punishment. This is your only chance. Do you understand?"
It took a half second for her to shake her head no.
I moved closer, cupping her cheek and running my thumb below her ear. It was one of her sweet spots, and without conscious thought, her head moved into the caress like I knew it would. "Tonight has no strings. This is about your immediate needs and me taking what I want. It has nothing to do with me coming to your office today. Nod your head if you understand."
Just a slight movement, but enough.
"Do you want this, Machala?" The first tear fell and her head moved again. I pulled her into my chest. "Good girl."
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