The Tease

by C S Joyce

  “Hell yes. I almost lost my mind. It was so good. I want to do it again.”

  Sonny turned and grinned at me. “Oh, we will, but let’s get some sleep. I’ll wake you up with a good fuck and then you can tell me if you want to still come with me on the trip.”

  I probably needed to think it over properly, to really assess the ins and outs and stuff. But all I could focus on was how amazing he made me feel. There was only one answer and there was no point waiting.

  “I don’t need to think it over. I’d love to go with you and the crew. As long as you still want me.”

  Please want me.

  “Trust me, I want you more than you know. You’re a very good boy. I look forward to making you bad.”

  I chewed my lip and folded my body against his, relishing the feel of his skin. This was really happening.

  I was running away with him.

  No looking back.

  No regrets.

  Just the open road, motorcycles and a very bad Daddy.

  Set Me Free

  I’d planned it all out in my head by the time I made it home the next morning. I’d go upstairs, shower and then pack a bag and empty out my savings. It wasn’t much but it was enough to get me through a few weeks. The thrill of what I was doing had me physically shaking. Was I really going to do this?

  I wasn’t running away, but a real-life road trip adventure with Sonny...oh God, it was like my dreams had come true. I’d be back in time for college, and I’d have space to think in the meantime. But I still couldn't bring myself to tell my parents what I was up to.

  There was no way they’d be okay with it. No way in hell. And I was pretty sure they’d do everything they could to stop me. So, I’d have to sneak out and then let them know I was safe after.

  I felt a little guilty, wondering if my mam would be okay without me but I needed to do this for myself. I needed to escape, to be free. And Sonny was offering me that. There was no way I was passing up that opportunity. The only thing I hadn’t factored into my perfect plan was my step-dad and how furious he’d be about me not coming home the previous night.

  He was waiting on the bottom step, his shirt sleeves rolled up and his hands balled into fists when I arrived home. I couldn’t get past him or down the hall and he knew it. I’d have to stand there and take it. And by it, I never knew whether it was going to be one of his verbal bashings or the physical kind...

  “You have some nerve. How dare ya stay out all night and not come home.”

  I hadn't expected him to be so angry. I mean really angry. He was red, shaking and ready to dole out a bollicking. There was even a vein on his left temple vibrating. I took a deep breath. What could I say to save myself before he erupted completely? But I didn't get a chance to even try, because he launched himself at me before I could do anything.

  This wasn’t the first time that I was on the receiving end of his aggression. Only this time I felt frightened. I think it was his eyes. There was something there, a darkness that made my skin prickle and my blood run cold.

  “I can explain what happened. I stayed with Charlene and my battery died. I couldn’t find a charger.”

  “Do ya think I came down in the last shower boy?”

  It was probably not the best time to focus on how the word ‘boy’ sounded coming from his mouth. So different to when Sonny called me his boy. The gentleness of that word rolling off of Sonny’s tongue wasn't lost on me.

  “No.” My voice was a tremor and I edged a little back towards the front door. My gut instinct was telling me that this wasn't a safe situation and I needed to get out of there.

  “Where's Mum?” I said, glancing over his shoulder to the kitchen door.

  His eyebrows were knitted together as he glowered at me with absolute rage. “I sent her out so I could deal with ya properly.”

  Maybe it was because I could sense that this wasn’t going well, but instead of cowering like I usually did, I decided to try stand up to him for once. “I'm not a kid anymore, you can't keep treating me like this. You’re not even my dad.”

  I could tell from his expression that he was only more pissed off by that remark and that nothing was going stop him. He lunged forward and I screeched as he slammed my slight frame forcefully against the door.

  “Stop,” I coughed out the word as his big hands wrapped around my throat. I was terrified. Absolutely scared shitless.

  “Let me go,” I croaked before adding in “I'm sorry”. Those were the words I was so used to saying automatically. But this time I knew they wouldn't save me.

  He dragged me towards the stairs, one-hand still wrapped around my neck, his thumb pressing painfully into my throat.

  “We have rules in this house Ali, and nobody defies me. Nobody. Especially not a useless piece of shit like you. Ya think I believe you stayed with Charlene? I know what ya were at. What you were doing. You disgust me.”

  My step-dad wasn’t a large man but he was sturdy and stronger than he looked. He was still gripping me by the throat—which was fucking terrifying—when he shoved his hand into my pocket and wrenched my phone out.

  “The battery doesn’t look dead to me, ya lying little shit.” His eyes were bulging with rage and I struggled to swallow as his grip tightened on my throat. He lifted the phone in his hand and flung it against the wall, the screen shattering instantly as it tumbled to the floor.

  Oh fuck.

  “I’d love to give ya some fucking kicking.” He released my throat and gripped me by the collar, dragging me upstairs. I stumbled and slammed my shins off the steps, pain searing through my bones.

  “Stop, please,” I shouted but he wasn’t even listening. A couple of years earlier they’d floored the attic but hadn’t converted it yet. There was a pull-down stair, open only from the landing. He continued gripping me, pulling the stairs down with his other hand and then shoving me up.

  “Oh my God, no. Don’t,” I pleaded but he landed a thump on my hip, and I fell onto the hard-dusty floor.

  “Ya can stay up there ‘til ya learn how to behave.”

  The attic door slammed shut, sending the windowless room into darkness.

  ***

  I lay on the floor, staring at the cobwebs weaved among the rafters.

  Well this is just fecking lovely.

  There was no point shouting for help. I couldn’t open the attic door from the inside and I didn’t have my phone. There wasn’t even a window. I laughed out loud, running my hands in my hair before the reality of everything really hit me: I was trapped. A prisoner. And I wouldn’t be able to tell Sonny what had happened; no way to contact him and tell him I wanted to be with him, to run away. Instead he’d probably think I’d bailed on him.

  And then he’d leave, riding away on his bike with his friends.

  I sobbed, suddenly overwhelmed and distraught. The pain of having been so close to freedom and then having it snapped out of reach was soul destroying. I was losing the only thing that had made me feel like life could be different.

  That I could be happy.

  Free.

  Maybe even fall in love...

  The tears streaked down my cheeks, and I licked my upper lip, tasting the saltiness as I let the cries heave from my body. It’s crazy to say it, but I felt heartbroken. Sonny would be gone for weeks, months maybe. And I was trapped in more ways than one.

  I curled myself up into a ball and lay on my side, crying and angry. My step-dad had locked me in my room before but never up in the attic. It was illegal, I knew that much, but who was I going to report it too? The only thing I could really do was get out of there for good.

  I don’t know how long I lay there, wondering what Sonny must have thought but time seemed to lose meaning. I pictured him loading up his bike, locking up his house, waiting a few more moments and then leaving without me. My skin felt taught from the dried in tears and a tiredness washed over me. I was heavy, despondent. Utterly feckin depressed.

  And then in the eerie silence of the at
tic I heard a large bang.

  The sound of something hard slamming into concrete, or wood.

  Muffled voices rose through the house, but I couldn’t make them out. I sat up, and strained to listen, realizing that my mam must have arrived home and was freaking out.

  But the voices rose louder, the sound of the stair creaking under the weight of heavy boots, the roars and shouts growing closer.

  OH MY FUCKING GOD.

  “Sonny, I’m up here. Sonny, Sonny?” I leaned over the door, shouting as loud as I could. It was him; I was sure of it. I could make out my step-dad shouting and then I nearly tumbled through the attic hatch as it pulled down, revealing Sonny’s horrified face.

  “You fuckin’ animal,” Sonny roared back at my step-dad as he helped me down the narrow stairs. And then his hands were holding me tight by the shoulders, his face inches from mine. “You okay Ali? Did he hurt you?”

  I shook my head, the shock of everything making me numb.

  “Go and pack a bag, quick. Remember your passport and bank cards.”

  “Don’t you fucking dare,” my step-dad shouted but I ran to my room, pausing to look over my shoulder and catching sight of Sonny shoving my step-dad against the wall.

  “If you ever lay a fucking finger on him again, I’ll come back here and break every single one of them. He’s coming with me and he’ll be back when he feels like it. Don’t try to contact him or find him or even mention his name. Got it?”

  I couldn’t believe it. Sonny was doing what I’d dreamed of doing for years.

  I ran into my room and scrambled around, pulling drawers open, shoving clothes and underwear into a bag and grabbing the stash of cash I had hidden under the mattress. My passport and driver’s licence were in my locker drawer and I shoved them in my back pocket. I took a glance around and then a feeling of euphoria came over me; I could leave right then and never come back. Never have to feel like a prisoner again.

  Back in the hall my step-dad was leaning against the wall, his face red but his demeanour far different than before. Sonny’s arms were crossed, his tattoos peeking out from the sleeves of his leather jacket and he looked over at me, nodding for me to approach.

  “Come on, boy. Let’s go.”

  I stared at my step-dad, wondering what I could say, longing to tell him to go fuck himself...but I knew it would be pointless. The best way to win this fight was to just walk away. Deep down I knew my mam wouldn’t forgive him when she found out I was gone.

  Sonny grabbed my hand and took my bag, throwing it over his shoulder before leading me back downstairs and out of the house to where his cherry red motorcycle stood. It gleamed in the sun and seemed like a beacon of hope.

  “I can’t believe you came for me,” I said, trembling as Sonny tied a helmet on me. “How did you know? I thought you’d leave without me when I didn’t show up.”

  Sonny’s eyes were golden in the light, and he hugged me to him. “I didn’t know but I just had a feeling something wasn’t right. Anyway, I wasn’t going to leave without you, kiddo. You’re my ride or die, remember?”

  I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt and Sonny nodded for me to climb onto the bike.

  “Where we heading?”

  Sonny looked back at me over his shoulder, the engine roaring to life. “Anywhere we want to, kiddo.”

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  Blurb

  Being watched, it’s all I ever craved...until I met Ali.

  Running away was never the answer, but there’s no turning back now. Because being without my boy isn’t an option. I’ll do anything to keep him safe and introduce him into my world of kink and desire.

  Just try and stop me. I dare you.

  The Dare is Part Four in the Trying Kink serial. If you like Daddy kink, exhibitionism, lingerie and voyeurism, then this ongoing serialized story is for you.

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  CS Joyce lives in Ireland and writes contemporary romance stories about men falling in love with men. She fiercely believes that love conquers all and aims to sprinkle a little magic with her stories. She also has a filthy mind and a propensity for kinkiness!

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