My Monster

by Ellie Jean

  Lifting her chin, she starts to descend like a queen would at her coronation. A laugh bubbles up and I can’t help it from escaping. I cough to try and cover it up. Tanner looks at me, I hold up my finger to ask for a minute to compose myself. This woman is way over the top.

  “Tanner. It’s so good to see you.” Leaning in, she tries to plant her bright pink fake lips on his cheek.

  “I can’t say the same.”

  My hand tightens on his and I put on my work face. The face where I don’t really care what you have to say, but I’ll listen.

  “Elektra, this is Crystal.” I hold out my hand and wait for a second before her good manners kick in.

  “Hello.” I firmly shake her smooth hand. At least her nails and lips match, but the color is so wrong on her yellow skin tone. I’m effectively dismissed without even a word. Linking Tanner’s other arm in hers, she starts to pull him in with her. He doesn’t let go of my hand, so once again I’m dragged along into a large sitting room.

  “Why am I here?” Tanner is abrupt and rude.

  “Oh darling. Let’s wait for your father. He shouldn’t be long. He’s finishing up a meeting in the office. Let’s talk about you.”

  Moving out of her reach, Tanner motions to sit on the black couch that looks brand new. Running my hand over the grain, the leather is soft under my fingertips.

  “This is nice. And it’s so soft.” I am unsure who should be initiating conversation. Tanner is in savage mode.

  “My mother’s was nicer. Brighter like her.”

  The plastic grin drops a little from Elektra’s face who has taken up a seat opposite us on a similar two-seater design.

  “It was worn out. Time to rejuvenate the old house now since we are living here permanently.”

  “It’s old because my dad is in his sixties. And my mother lived in it for thirty of them. You weren’t born when they bought this estate.” He leans back, looking unaffected by her words.

  “It was time, Tanner.” She looks down at her fingernails, pretending to pick something from them. “Nothing can bring your mother back. But your father is on board with the renovations, breathing new life into this house. Some modern designs never hurt anyone.”

  Looking at my man’s face, the shadow deepens. His mother died?

  Gripping his thigh, he stares at her with dead eyes. “Dad always was stupid. Mom didn’t want him here. She certainly wouldn’t want the woman who stole her husband to be living in her space. Yet, you’re both here.” His voice is void of emotion.

  “Why let it sit and rot?” Elektra raises her eyebrows. “She wouldn’t want the beauty going to waste. If she was so adamant about keeping your father away, she would have given him a divorce. Or used her will to write him out of gaining their combined acquisitions.”

  There’s a subtle shift in the air. Tanner is on heightened alert, his body stiff, eyes sharp and a viciousness has taken over his features. “Interesting you should bring that up. A will was in the process of being changed when my mother died.”

  Her defiant eyes stay on Tanner’s, but her fingers twist the huge emerald ring on her finger. My head bounces between them both in anticipation. I could do with some popcorn, but the subject matter is off. My man is spiraling closely to being out of control, and this woman knows how to push his buttons.

  “I wouldn’t know anything about that. But let’s chat about something more pleasant, shall we?” She plasters another fake smile on her face. “How do you two know each other?”

  Supremacy wafts from Tanner as he glides up from the seat, latching on to my hand. “This get-together is over. Tell my father if he wants to talk to me, then make the time and call me. I’m over this fucking shit.” A low rumble from his chest lets me know that he’s on the verge of exploding. Jumping up with him, we walk side by side to the entrance.

  “Son…” Heavy thuds hit the floor and we turn back, pausing our position.

  “What’s so urgent you had your mistress message me to come over? Then you keep me waiting.”

  “She’s no longer my mistress. So stop with the crap.” His stare could match his, but Tanner’s is much more impressive and deathly. Slinking in next to a graying haired man, who is immaculately dressed in an expensive suit, she coils her hand around his. She reminds me of a serpent twining around a limb, poisoning any creature that gets in her path.

  “Mother would be rolling in her grave if she knew this child, your mistress, was living in her house. She’d rather see it burn to the ground then have you back here.” Holding his hand, I feel his urge to pound his dad. The muscles in his neck are protruding with tension. He is on the verge of exploding.

  “You will show Elektra respect when you’re in our home.”

  “This will never be her home. This is the family home, where you and Mom built your world. Where I was born, and where Mom and I realized that you made a choice that you enjoyed fucking horny ass whores more than spending time with us.”

  There’s silence before Tanner whips around to head back on his way out the door.

  “We’ve set the wedding date. Four weeks from today, here. We wanted you to be the first to know so you can save the date and before the tabloids get a hold of it.” Elektra’s shrill voice doesn’t stop Tanner walking.

  Menacing and low, Tanner rumbles, “I’m busy.”

  Karma is a bitch. I’d heard it a million times and it was now biting me on my ass. Trying to swallow me whole.

  There’s no good in me. I’d come to terms with that long ago.

  My view of the world was skewed early on, so I created a new world around me.

  Enemies were bound to be made, especially in business. It’s a fact. It has rivals and competitors. Ours were more deadly than most and had to be handled differently. That was the only difference.

  Death, whores, guns, drugs, casinos, and fighting all played a part in shaping my life. I could blame Dad for ruining my teenage years and for breaking my mother, but nothing would change what I had become now. I wouldn’t change it. The darkness and destruction swallowed me, becoming me.

  And I was owed some mighty fucking huge karma for the path I had chosen.

  Sitting next to Crystal, who hasn’t said a word since we left the house, I question, how Dad could stop wanting the woman he fell in love with. How could he turn off a switch and be a bastard to her? My hand was so close to gripping his throat, crushing it in front of his fiancée so she understood what she was dealing with. How much hatred I had for them both. I didn’t want Crystal infected with their toxins, so it was best to leave it alone.

  “I’m sorry about your mom.” It’s the quietest I’ve heard her.

  “Yeah, me too.” I was driving, but I didn’t know where to. The pounding in my head was infuriating.

  “How long ago?” She places her arm across my shoulder, running patterns across my skin. Some of the tension disappears.

  “Four months ago. Car crash. Hit and run.” I gulp down the nausea that rises when I think of her dying alone in the fireball. “Died on impact we pray because she couldn’t escape the fireball the car became.”

  Her fingers stop on my neck for a second, her chest hitches in a breath but her hand resumes. There’s no sugarcoating it. The coroner couldn’t tell if she died first or after the fire. Her body was that bad I had been told over the phone. I didn’t want to see her like that, so I chose not to attend the morgue. Life moved on and I moved with it. Stopping wasn’t an option. Guns to move. Money to create. Pussies to escape into. Fights to be had. Debts to be settled. And now, Crystal to protect.

  “I don’t know what to say?”

  “Nothing can change it. I’ve dealt with it.”

  “Have you?” There’s no challenge in her voice only concern. “You know, I listen well.”

  “I think you’re talking about a different person there, Tiger. As I remember it, you don’t listen to a fucking word I say. Challenging my every word.”

  “Only when you make stupid ass suggesti
ons. Which occurs often.”

  I glance at her naturally made up face. Soft pink cheeks, long dark lashes and glossy lips curling at the end into a smirk.

  “You challenge me like no other, and I fucking love a good challenge.” An animalistic urge runs over me. I’m going to enjoy taming her. “I play to win though. I hope you’re ready.”

  “Bring it on, baby.” Her fingers run up my neck, up to my ears rhythmically. My cock hardens and I know she’s carefully planning her moves. “Could we stop at the warehouse so I can pick some work up? You can stay with me the whole time.” How she wraps me around her finger astounds me. But I can’t say no when her eyes plead with me. My street credibility will take a hit if this gets out.

  “Yeah, then I’m taking you to lunch.”

  “Deal.”

  Thirty minutes later and I’m pulling up outside the warehouse. “Stay here.”

  Getting out, I scope the surroundings, checking that nothing seems out of place. I walk across the road to the entrance of the building and walk in.

  “Hey.”

  A young guy, about the size of my left leg, is at the reception desk. He looks nervous as hell. “How can I help you?” Quiet and timid, he looks at me through his circular glasses, running his hand through his dyed hair.

  “My woman, Crys…”

  “Morning Neville. How are you? You’ve taken extra care with your outfit today.”

  The toothpick stands, looking proud. He runs around from his hidey-hole, holding out his arms to embrace my woman, who struts in like the threat who kidnapped her two weeks ago is no longer a problem.

  “Buttercup…are you okay? Were you hurt? This place has been a freaking drag since you haven’t been in.”

  Standing in the old warehouse foyer, it’s like I’m invisible.

  “When are you back? Tell me, today.”

  “First things first, where did you find that checkered Lauren jacket?”

  Enveloped in each other’s arms, my pulse is ricocheting to new levels.

  “Tiger?” No one turns.

  “I have my ways. You’re not the only one who can find these treasures.” His high-pitched laugh almost makes me smile.

  “Crystal. I told you to stay in the car.” Fisting my hands, I make a conscious effort not to ram them into this guy’s face.

  Like a fucking tortoise, she pulls back from the thin guy, but still stays joined with him, arm secured around his waist. “Doesn’t Neville’s jacket look amazing on him?”

  “I know what’s going to look amazing on you, Tiger, if you don’t get your ass over here.”

  Pushing her hair behind her ear, she turns back to nerdy guy. “Don’t mind him. He has no fashion taste, as you can see.” She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles.

  Goddamn pigheaded woman.

  They start walking behind the desk, again, like I’m an insignificant fly on the wall. Not happening. My legs move toward them, sweeping her sweet little ass over my shoulder.

  “Which way to your office?”

  A squeal bounces off the wall. It’s Neville’s. Fuck me…

  “Put me down, you monster.” Small thumps land on my back.

  “You tell him, girl.” Now he’s brave and yells.

  “Remind me to bitch slap him on the way out.”

  “You won’t lay a hand on him. He’s pure and innocent. This will be more than his heart can cope with. We may have to call him an ambulance.” Crystal was serious.

  I couldn’t risk looking back at the pathetic sight in case I caved over in laughter. “I won’t ask again, which room?” The multiple doors down the corridor all look the same. All closed. I peer at the ones I come to first. Crystal’s kicking her legs, but my arm holds her in her place.

  “Tanner. I can walk.”

  “So I saw when you came into the building when I directed you to stay in the car.” Scanning the nameplates, I find her office. Twisting the handle, I push the door forward, shutting it behind me. I place her legs on the ground taking note of what is in the room. A desk, a large table, fabric, windows, some type of machine is in the corner. It takes me less than a second to get to the white, glass top table, swiping the scissors, material, and Christ knows what the fuck the rest is, on to the floor.

  “Tits on the table. Ass out.”

  Astonishment? Confusion? Lust? Her mouth in a small O shape which takes away her sassiness for a moment. But I should know that she won’t move. It wouldn’t be that easy when it comes to my Hotcakes.

  Moving like a panther, methodical and quick, I grasp her wrists. She doesn’t protest, her small yelp makes me grin. I spin her around, facing the table, pushing her lower back so her tits press on the glass. Hooking my finger around her panties, I pull them down swiftly, using my foot to keep her legs spread apart. Her milky white skin sends me to my knees, almost. The material of her skirt is tight over her juicy ass. My mouth wants to latch onto her globes, feasting on what’s mine. Her shoulders move fast with each quick breath. My cock tightens in my pants as I struggle to keep the zipper done up.

  Fuck it…

  Pulling it down, we both know how this is going to end.

  “Time to play, Tiger.”

  Thump.

  Thump.

  Thump.

  The glass underneath my chest must be close to shattering, my heart was striking that hard. This man knew how to rile me up like no other. Exasperating, maddening and irritating.

  Freakin’ fudge cakes, my thighs involuntarily clench, and my pussy dampens. Muscular forearms inked to perfection hold my hands down in place and I want to lick them. But I don’t cave. Not yet anyway. His strength out does mine, but would I want out of this predicament? I don’t think so.

  A spring of water develops in my mouth and I run my tongue over my lips. I should really tell him to get his ass and beautiful V shape away from me. It’s not fair that he gets to carry me over his shoulder like a darn caveman and I give into him, but I cannot make my body or mind want to argue at this point.

  “Manhandling me in public is a hard limit.” He might understand this language better.

  “Between you and me, Tiger, there are no limits. Trust me to know what you need.” Shivers dart up my calves, through to my back. It would be pointless to argue. My pussy wants his cock, so why deny it.

  His hands lift my skirt up and his dick touches my skin. Thumbs rub over my skin, down my ass where his cock just was and up to my hip bones. My eyes close.

  A sharp sting warms the curve of my ass.

  What the holy living hell?

  My eyes fly open and my body reacts, pushing up.

  It burns, then tingles. Cool air flows past as he makes contact with the other cheek. He massages my cheeks, kneading them, and the pain morphs into pleasure. Tanner’s palm strikes again, and then the next side.

  “So beautiful.”

  I should be pushing backward to remove myself from his grasp, but my hips move up to catch his palm, reveling in it. Two more on untouched skin and my ass is aflame, much like the rest of me. His warmth spreads across my back as he leans forward, pressing my throbbing breasts into the desk once more.

  His hand leaves, and the weight of his length is close to my cheeks.

  “You were made for me, Tiger.” He lunges forward and his rigid cock slides effortlessly into my wet folds. “Every fucking man wants what I have. Wishing they could sink themselves balls deep into this exquisite cunt.”

  I whimper, moaning with each long, harsh stroke.

  “This pussy likes it a little dirty, rough.”

  Yes, I think he could be correct. I push back, his strong hand holding my head on the table, giving me no control. I need to move, and I try again, but I’m held captive.

  “You do as I say when I say, Tiger. For your safety and my fucking sanity. Do you understand?”

  My mind is too overwhelmed with his thick cock pounding me, tightly fitting into me.

  “Tanner, you’re going to rip me apart.” He’s so huge
and being squashed on the table, I feel every stab deep within me.

  “Perfect for you.”

  There’s a roughness to his pace and movements, and my hand grabs one corner so I can take what this master has to give me. My body is on the way to skyrocketing past the moon and stars out of our galaxy.

  “More. Give me more. Please?” Wound tight, my legs are starting to tremble. Incoherent words leave my mouth, my blood pumping through my head deafens all words.

  “Oh Hotcakes, if only you were this compliant all the time?” His muted voice sounds strained. A roar sharpens my senses. Tanner pulls out, and warm jets of cum spray across my back, leaving me clinging almost to the summit but not quite there.

  I’m so close to bursting that I release my grip on the table and take my fingers to my pussy. Tanner steals them and holds them in his large muscular hands.

  Lowering himself across my back, the material from my shirt soaks up the liquid, clinging onto my skin. I look over my shoulder and am met with untamed eyes that make me shudder.

  “Next time, you will listen to me.”

  My pussy still pulses with need, but the harrow in his voice brings me quickly to the present. There’s a limit to how much I can push him, I see that.

  “Yes…” A gulp slips down my throat and I feel as though I just sold my soul to the Devil.

  A sly grin graces me. “I knew you would see it my way.”

  Expertly, he pulls my hips out marginally from the table and flicks my clit, reviving my impending orgasm. His thumb slides up and down his juices on my ass, making me twitch. The pull from within is deepening so fucking fast. Rubbing my jewel, his wicked presence and dominance is sending my senses into overdrive. He dips his thumb into my ass, pumping it. I scream my release, overcome with a galaxy of shining golden stars into my goddam office.

  He took me.

  Commanded me and I am completely on the same page.

  He owns my body.

  I’d prayed for this.

  God must be sick of me, the number of words I sent to him, asking for Tanner to see me as more than a quick lay. Confessing to the higher powers that I knew of the wickedness Tanner performed but each person needed someone strong to lift them into the light for at least some of the day. I wanted to be that person for Tanner. I wouldn’t change him, but didn’t every person deserve some true and real happiness in their life?