When Art Falls

by Lorrain Allen

  “What about his father?”

  “She wouldn’t give up the bastard’s name. Most likely some married rich piece of shit who kicked her to the curb once he found out she was pregnant.”

  “I’m sorry about your dad.”

  He shrugs his shoulder. “He was never the same after his stroke. Death was better for him.”

  “That’s harsh.”

  He chuckles. “Hold on while I get my tiny violin.”

  “It’s okay not to always be an asshole.”

  “But I’m so good at it.” He pauses for a minute. “I can’t help but wonder why you didn’t reach out to let me know you were expecting. You couldn’t possibly have known Trevor was the father.”

  “You’re right, I didn’t. I thought it was best not to contact you unless I was one hundred percent sure you were the father.”

  “I’m sure you were excited when you learned I wasn’t, imagining you would live happily ever after with Trevor. Just so you know, I would never deny my flesh and blood no matter how much I hate the mother.”

  He latches onto my arm when I swing my legs over the side of the bed.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “I want you to take me home, now.” I’ve had enough of his shit for one night.

  He jerks me back. “I run this fucking show, not you. You’re staying the night, so lie down and get comfortable.”

  I wonder how different things would be if Sebastian was Art’s son.

  I feel disgusted with myself watching her delicate face as she sleeps. Thick eyebrows arch over slightly slanted eyes, small upturned nose, and thick soft pink lips—fucking perfection. She ensnared me in her spider’s web after only one night of fucking, and my dumb ass was easy pickings. Shit, this fucking female will always drive me crazy. I should’ve thrown her out of my car when I realized who she was, but I’m fucking weak when it comes to Cin and always will be. My emotions resemble a bubbling volcano, unstable and prone to erupt unexpectedly. I want her, but I fucking hate her. My hands tremble as I think about causing her pain. Fuck forgive and forget. Anyone who crosses me will remain on my shit list forever, and she’s number one. I want her to experience the same hurt she caused me. She became my salvation, helping me when no one else could. God, she made me so damn happy. I would’ve given her any fucking thing. Those last words she said to me eight years ago still haunt me. You should’ve died the day you slit your wrists. I was ready to devote my life to her, but that night changed everything. I visit Cole’s grave on his birthday every year because of her. What makes her so goddamn special? There’s absolutely nothing unique about her. I’ve fucked plenty of gorgeous women, from supermodels to actresses. I pull the comforter down her body, revealing the sexy dip in her back. My dick stands to attention. How the fuck can a back make me hard? I tug the comforter down farther, exposing her nakedness. She mumbles but remains asleep when I squeeze her delectable round ass—it’s like touching cotton. I cover her with my large body, waking her up instantly.

  “Stop! What are you doing?”

  “I’m ready to ravage your pussy again,” I say, entering her welcoming heat.

  She wiggles beneath me, trying to get free. “I’m too sore.”

  I lay my forearm across the back of her neck, pushing her face into the mattress.

  “I don’t give a damn. You’ll need a cane to walk after I’m done with you.”

  She may be a Cin, but I swear I’m in fucking heaven. Her sopping-wet cunt greedily consumes my dick. I fuck her ruthlessly with no remorse, tearing through her already inflamed flesh—each stroke more brutal and powerful than the last. Her fingers dig into the bedding as she makes unintelligible sounds.

  “If you fuck another man, I’ll torture him before dissolving his remains in acid. And you won’t escape my fury, oh no. I’ll kill you too.”

  I explode as her sweet cunt milks my dick. Shit, this fucking female will always drive me crazy.

  It’s still dark outside when I wake in bed alone. Not bothering to put on any clothes, I go downstairs in search of Cin. If she ran, I’m going after her. I won’t allow her to back out of our arrangement. I turn towards the kitchen when I hear a noise coming from that direction. I watch as she rummages through the cabinets, looking like sex incarnate in my shirt.

  “What are you doing?”

  She screams, spinning around, clutching a hand to her chest. “You scared me.”

  Her gaze traverses my naked form.

  I smirk. “Do you like what you see?”

  “How could I not? You have an amazing body.”

  Cin’s eyes widen as I advance on her. I place both hands on the counter, caging her in.

  “I’m hungry. There’s nothing to eat here.”

  “This place is for fucking, not eating.”

  “You don’t live here?”

  “I have a mansion. No woman has ever been there.”

  “How many women have you fucked in that bed?”

  “I don’t keep track. Hell, I don’t remember the last time the bedding was changed. Did you think you were special?”

  I grab her wrist when she tries to slap me.

  “Think really hard the next time you raise a hand to me because I hit back.” I bend her wrist inwards.

  “You’re going to break it!” she screams.

  I fling her arm away. “Remember what I said.”

  “Am I the only one required to be exclusive for the duration of our arrangement?”

  “Damn fucking right.”

  “So, you can go stick your tongue and dick in whomever?”

  “I recall you fucking me while in a relationship with Trevor. It doesn’t feel good now that the shoe is on the other foot, huh?”

  I tear open the shirt she’s wearing, scattering buttons across the kitchen floor. “I’m hungry, but not for food.”

  I plant her naked ass on the counter and move between her luscious thighs. Bringing her breasts together, I suck on her pretty nipples, going from left to right, then back again, bringing them to hard points. She throws her head back, moaning in bliss as she threads her fingers through my hair, pushing me closer to her bountiful mounds. I descend to my knees, trailing kisses along the way. I spread her pussy lips to examine the paradise between her legs that brings out the psychotic motherfucker in me.

  “Your pussy must be laced with cocaine.”

  This fucking upside-down triangle completely wrecks me. It’s been less than forty-eight hours and she has me back under her spell. She’s the only person on this planet that can reduce me to a state of madness, and I fucking hate her for it. I glide my tongue over the hood of her clit, then across, making an invisible A for Arthur’s pussy. I grasp her thighs, opening them wider before latching onto her swollen nub and sucking rapidly. She comes in minutes, begging me to stop as she tries to twist away, but I continue the assault until another orgasm rips through her. My senses are filled with her. She’s every-fucking-where. Sleep evaded me last night because of her. I lick my way up her quivering body, and my fucking God, the sight of her dripping pink pussy, flushed skin, and heavy-lidded gaze is enough to make me want to lock her away forever from the prying eyes of other men. I grip my engorged length, pausing at her center, but instead of pushing inside, I run the tip along her slit to play in the wetness gathered there before rocking forward, shaking like a little bitch. That’s how powerful her affect is on me. Her cunt yields, accepting my invasion, and I lose myself in her out-of-this-world pussy, pounding into her relentlessly.

  “You like mind-fucking me, driving me insane.” It’s an accusation.

  “You think you’re the only one suffering? I’ve been half dead since you,” she says.

  After hooking my arms behind her knees, I lift her from the counter and slam her back against the refrigerator. I roll my hips, pummeling into her tight sheath while our tongues intertwine, creating a sensual rhythm. Cin’s pussy clamps down on my dick as she reaches climax. I swallow her scream of pleasure, fill
ing her to overflowing with my thick cum. Drained of energy, I slide to the floor.

  “Well, well, well—is there room for two more?”

  I glance over my shoulder and see Josh standing there with a girl. I gave him the okay to bring his fucks here if the need arises, but right now isn’t a good time.

  “Cover yourself and stay behind me,” I whisper as we move to our feet.

  “Sorry, you’ll need to go elsewhere tonight.”

  “Come on, there’s plenty of—”

  “Get the fuck out of here!”

  “You never cared before. Now I’m curious to meet your lady friend.” He walks forward.

  “Don’t come any closer,” I demand. I don’t want Josh anywhere near Cin.

  “Let’s go someplace else,” the girl says, fidgeting.

  “We will, sweetheart, after I see who’s hiding behind my dear cousin.”

  “I swear if you don’t leave right now, I’m going to kick your ass.”

  Cin steps to the side. “Hi, Josh.”

  His gaze snaps to her, then back to me.

  “Get the fuck upstairs!” I shout, pushing her roughly.

  “Prick!” she yells, running from the kitchen.

  “What the fuck is she doing here?”

  “That’s none of your concern.”

  “I’ll wait outside.” The girl makes a hasty retreat.

  “You’re still obsessed with her,” he says.

  “I think it’s fair to say I’m past that point.”

  “It’s best to let sleeping dogs lie.”

  “I can’t,” I say.

  He walks towards me until we’re standing toe to toe. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  I lie on the bed, pissed off at Art’s macho attitude. I only did what was necessary to prevent them from fighting. The air shifts when Art enters the bedroom. I can feel the danger emanating from him. It’s almost suffocating. When I notice the belt in his right hand, I move to my knees, preparing for either fight or flight.

  “W-what are you going to do?” I stutter.

  “You disobeyed me. I instructed you to stay behind me and not to speak to another man. It’s time for your ass-whipping. Lie face down on the bed.”

  “Fuck you.” I roll to the opposite side of the bed, putting it between us when he moves towards me.

  “It’s going to be worse if I have to chase you,” he says, walking around.

  I crawl back across, racing to the bathroom and locking myself inside.

  He bangs on the door. “Open the fuck up and take your beating like a woman.”

  “You’re crazy if you think I’m going to be docile while you hit me with a belt.”

  “You can’t stay in there all night.”

  Damn, he’s right. What the hell am I going to do?

  “I’m sorry, okay? I won’t disobey you again.”

  “It’s too late for apologies. Little pig, little pig, let me in.”

  “Kiss my ass!”

  “Then I’ll huff and puff and blow your house down.”

  He rains blow after blow on the door and splits it down the middle. I frantically search the bathroom, desperate for anything I can use as a weapon. Shit, there’s nothing. After one more hit, he gains entry. I plaster myself to the wall, my heart in my throat.

  “Here’s Art.”

  “Let’s talk about this like sensible adults.”

  He waves me forward. “Don’t make me come get you.”

  I slowly walk towards him as if I’m complying with his command, but I make a run for it when I pass him. He catches me before I can even make it three steps and drags me to the bed.

  “Damn caveman! Let me go!”

  He tosses me onto my stomach, then drops his heavy body on top of mine to prevent any more escape attempts. He latches onto my wrist and handcuffs me to a bedpost. I crane my head, seeing more handcuffs dangling from the remaining three posts. I didn’t notice them earlier. Once he has all my limbs secure, he leaves the bed.

  “This is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you.” He cracks the belt across my ass, hard and fast. It feels as if the skin is being torn from my body.

  “Art, please! Stop!” I sob, tears leaking from my eyes.

  “You. Will. Learn. To. Obey. Me.” Each word is followed by a brutal strike more painful than the last.

  After a few more hits, he’s finally done. My wrists and ankles are released, but I lie there, hurting and in shock.

  “Go downstairs and get dressed. We’re going to breakfast.”

  Breakfast!

  I whip my head in his direction. He stands with his back towards me, slipping on his pants. My control snaps and I launch myself at him. Not surprisingly, he gains the upper hand almost immediately, flipping me around and crossing my arms over my chest, leaving me immobile.

  “I hate you,” I sob, sagging against him.

  “I explained the rules several times, but you chose to ignore them. To avoid punishment, I suggest you learn to fucking obey, because trust me, I can get a whole lot more creative with my discipline techniques.”

  “You don’t care about hurting me?”

  “No.” He pushes me towards the door. “Be dressed by the time I get downstairs.”

  I won’t be there, you fucking bastard.

  “Cin.”

  I stop in the doorway, not turning around to face him.

  “Don’t run because I will give chase and imagine what I’ll do once I catch you. And just in case that’s not enough of an incentive, think about the better life you can provide for your son and mother with half a million dollars.”

  I glare at him from across the booth while he scarfs down his steak omelet like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Meanwhile, I’m squirming, unable to keep still because my ass hurts like a motherfucker. My only solace is imagining dumping the contents of his coffee mug over his head.

  “Eat.”

  “I can’t eat,” I hiss.

  “Why not?” he asks, looking confused as he takes a bite of toast.

  “I’m unable to sit comfortably.”

  “What does your mouth have to do with your ass?”

  “Not a damn thing.”

  “Exactly, so eat your fucking food unless you want me tie a bib around your neck and feed you.”

  I snatch up the spoon, slamming it into the bowl of grits before ramming it into my mouth.

  Damn! I hit my tooth!

  “Are you okay? I’m pretty sure you’ll need to see a dentist,” he says, smirking.

  I roll my eyes at him.

  “You’re asking for another spanking.”

  “I didn’t do anything,” I shrill.

  “You rolled your eyes at me.”

  Calm down, you only have to deal with his bullshit for six months.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy.” I bat my eyelashes.

  “Good girl.” He pats the top of my head.

  I pull my cell phone from my handbag to check if I have any missed phone calls from my mom. Surprisingly I don’t, which is unusual because she’s a worrier. I send her a text, but it doesn’t go through.

  “What the hell? My service is off, but I paid the bill.”

  “I had your number transferred to your new phone.”

  “What new phone?”

  “The one I bought and had delivered to your apartment.”

  “You didn’t have to do that.”

  “That piece of crap is outdated.” He points his fork at my phone. “And the screen is cracked. Thank you is the proper response.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. Your car has been delivered as well. The keys were given to your mother. It’s nothing flashy. I kind of figured you would prefer something simple.”

  “You bought me a car?” I ask, incredulously.

  No doubt my mom has a million questions for me.

  “I did, but for my own selfish reasons.”

  “Which are?” I ask, taking a sip of orange juice.


  “It’ll be quicker for you to drive to me on your own versus waiting on a taxi.”

  “What about insurance, tags—”

  “Everything has been taken care of.”

  “Okay.” I shouldn’t ask this next question, but I’m curious. “Do you and Josh live together?”

  He sits forward, digging his fingernails into my knee. “Let’s get one thing straight. You don’t ask about Josh. He is none of your fucking business. If you ever find yourself about to cross paths with him, it’s in your best interest to take a fucking detour. Is that clear?”

  “Crystal,” I grit between clenched teeth. “Please remove your hand.”

  “I’m glad we understand each other.” He leans back. “Be at my penthouse by eight tonight.”

  “I can’t.”

  “What the fuck did you say?”

  “I have to spend time with Sebastian. I can come Monday after work, but I can’t stay the night.”

  “Fair enough, your son comes first.”

  This is the first battle I’ve won with him.

  “Have you taken him to any of the theme parks yet?”

  “No, I can’t afford it.”

  “Take him this weekend. I’ll purchase a season pass for your mother, Sebastian, and you. Mason already has one.”

  “That’s not—”

  “I only ask that you bring Mason along. He could use a friend.”

  “This is temporary. Do you think it’s wise to schedule playdates? What if they become attached? I don’t want them to get hurt.”

  “There’s no reason why they can’t remain friends when our arrangement ends. I would never mistreat Sebastian. He has nothing to do with the issues between you and me.”

  I have no idea why, but I believe him.

  I nod in understanding. “Sebastian has talked about going nearly every day since we moved here. He’ll be very excited. My mom won’t be able to go though.”

  “Why?”

  “It’s not a good idea because her migraines appear so suddenly.”

  “Your mother has three doctor’s appointments scheduled this week. All are experts in their field and come highly recommended. One of them should be able to pinpoint the cause of her migraines.”