by Kasey Krane
It was as if every frustration and anger she had ever experienced in her life, she was now directing at me.
I got it. She wanted some answers. Too much had been kept from her, probably all her life.
“I don’t have the truth for you, Sabrina,” I replied.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“Why did Daddy hire you? What is the job you’re supposed to be doing?”
“I’m supposed to keep you safe from whatever danger you encounter. Including threats. I don’t know the details of what is going on,” I replied. It was the truth.
“But there is something going on, right? You weren’t just hired to keep a casual eye on me. To keep me out of trouble.”
I said nothing. She rolled her eyes again as if she was frustrated with me.
“I just wish he would tell me what he’s gotten himself into, so I know what to expect.”
“Maybe he didn’t want to worry you,” I tried. I just didn’t want her to burst into tears.
Sabrina glared at me as if I’d stung her with my words.
“Are you seriously going to take my father’s side now? You think he’s right in what he’s doing? And now he’s just disappeared. When he knew all along that my life is in actual danger this time. He’s gone!”
“He will be back and I’m going to get to the bottom of this,” I growled.
Sabrina shook her head.
“I never should have come back here. I should have stayed in Paris. I shouldn't have run away from there.”
I took a step toward her and she looked at me as if she was burnt. Her eyes were red. I wanted to pull her into my arms and make her see I would not let anything happen to her.
“What are we going to do now?” she asked.
“I’m going to try and figure out who is threatening you.”
“They’re watching me,” she added.
“It could just be an empty threat. It could be nothing,” I tried reassuring her.
Sabrina looked up at me with her big brown eyes. Her luscious lips parted. I imagined pushing my tongue in there, tasting her again. It would be so easy right now to pull her in. Feel her body against mine.
I should have taken her when I had the chance.
“It’s not an empty threat, Spike. I can feel it in my bones. Somebody is out to get me. Somebody is going to find me, get their hands on me and hurt me. I know it’s going to happen. I don’t know if you can keep me safe from it,” she said.
There was a single tear rolling down her cheek but she wiped it away. She wasn’t going to cry today.
I was hungry and figured she would be too. So I threw two frozen pizzas in the oven while Sabrina sat on the couch in my living room, flipping through the channels on TV.
I stood at the kitchen counter, watching her as she sat there. She had been silent the whole evening since we got here. She wasn’t asking me any more questions, didn’t demand any answers from me. It was as if she had given up.
I wanted to hold her. I wanted to see her smile, and I didn’t even know why.
Once the pizzas were ready, I carried them to the table in the living room. Sabrina looked disinterested.
“You should eat something,” I said and took a slice of the pizza. She looked at the food and then looked away. “Seriously. Sabrina, eat something.”
She took a slice and tasted it and I could see she didn’t like it, but then ate it anyway. She clearly did it so I would stop bugging her about it. I drank some more of the beer.
“Look, I know you want to go back home and want your father to come home too. I’m going to try and figure out some answers for you.”
She looked up at me with her perfectly arched eyebrows.
“No, I don’t give a shit about where my father is. And that place…the house…it has never been much of a home to me.”
Her shoulders heaved lightly as she spoke. Then what did she want?
“Okay, so you just don’t want to be here.”
“That is not what I said. I just don’t…I don’t know what I want. Okay? I don’t know what is going on. I don’t know the facts of my own life, and do you know how unnerving that can be?”
I stared at her in silence. I wanted to tell her I understood, but we were not friends. Professional distance.
Sabrina was waiting for me to say something, but when that didn’t happen, she stood up from the couch.
“I want to be alone. I want to go to bed. Where am I supposed to sleep tonight?” She spoke firmly.
“You can take my bedroom. It’s through that door,” I said and pointed over my shoulder down the hallway.
She walked to the door and then turned to look at me. I thought she was going to say something. A part of me hoped she would invite me into her room.
“Hope you have a good night, Spike,” was all she said and then she left me alone in the living room. I sat back with my pizza and beer. At least this way, I’d be able to get some shut eye too. Nobody was going to get anywhere close to her as long as she was here in my apartment tonight.
12
Sabrina
I sat on Spike’s bed while I could hear the TV sounds outside in the living room. I’d lost track of time. I’d taken off my jeans so I was just wearing the crop top now.
How long had I been sitting here on his bed? I never thought I would actually be in his room. On his bed. I was trying not to think about all the ways that there was electricity running through my veins.
If only he was here too. What would it feel like to be lying in bed with him? Better than wrapping my arms around him on his bike? Better than everything else in the world?
What was he watching? What was so much more important to him on TV than me?
It was obvious that Spike had no interest in me. That kiss was a mistake. It made me want to cry every time I thought about how he shoved me out of his way in the clubhouse when we kissed. For a few moments, to me it felt like we were in heaven. But I was wrong about everything.
I lay back on the bed, surrounded by the scent of him, the feel of him on these sheets. I ran my hand on the cool soft texture. I buried my nose into the pillows. It smelled of him and I imagined being wrapped in his arms right now. Right here.
I felt tired all of a sudden. The day’s events were taking over me. It already felt as if I had been through so much. Extremes of anger and joy, and now I was afraid.
Seeing my window smashed, glass on the carpet, that brick with the note—I never thought something like that could ever happen to me. I didn’t think it was that serious. Why wouldn’t my father just tell me the truth about what was going on?
I pressed my eyes closed and thought about Spike and that kiss, about being on his bike. What was happening to me? This was a man who didn’t want me. Why couldn’t I just stop thinking about him? Why couldn’t I focus on something else? Such as the danger my life was probably in right now.
I felt the urge to leave the room, to go back out there and snuggle up with him on that couch. What would it feel like to have a normal evening with him? Beer and pizza and a movie. Wasn’t that what regular couples did? I’d never had that with anybody. I hadn’t thought I even wanted that with anybody. Not until I met Spike.
Now all I could do was fantasize about having a normal life with him. I didn’t want Daddy’s money or his power or position. I just wanted to be with Spike, and he didn’t even think of me that way.
Just go to sleep… I kept repeating to myself. Maybe when I woke up the next day, I’d realize this was all a dream. That would make sense. Spike was definitely my dream man.
In my dream, I was running through a dark forest. I couldn’t see anything around me. Not even the thick tree trunks that surrounded me; I could only feel them with my hands. I tripped over something on the ground and fell on a pile of what felt like damp leaves. That was when I heard the footsteps behind me. Slow and steady, getting closer, not running, but I knew my life was in danger.
I screamed till my lungs hurt. I h
auled myself off the ground and started running again. I couldn’t hear anything other than the footsteps behind me. I was cold. Was I naked?
I didn’t know where I was going and then I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. It was like a claw. I cried out again. I thought I was going to die.
But this time, I woke up.
I jumped up in bed and realized I was cold because I had been sweating. The sheets underneath me were damp. It was dark outside the window now. I could still hear the sounds of the TV outside. How long was I asleep? Spike was still watching TV?
I wanted to see him. I needed to see him.
I got out of bed. I was only in my crop top but didn’t care. That dream had left me feeling cold and alone, and I wanted to look at him. Just to be reassured that he was still out there.
I left the room and saw him on the couch. The TV was on and the pizza was half-eaten on the table in front of him. He was asleep. He was still sitting up the way I’d left him before, but his head was leaning over the back of the couch.
My throat was dry. For the first time, Spike actually looked a little vulnerable. I walked closer to him. He slept peacefully. He was so handsome, even more handsome now, although I missed looking into his eyes.
I wanted to touch him. My hands itched to touch him. If it wasn’t for the sounds of the TV, he would probably have heard me by now. Besides, how long had he been awake? I hadn’t seen this man sleeping before, even though we had been together for over a day now.
This was my opportunity, I took my time to study him closely. His neck was wide, his shoulders were broad. His chest fell and rose softly with every breath. There was nothing in the world I wanted more than to rest my head on his chest and snuggle up with him. To go to sleep like that. I wouldn’t have those bad dreams again if I were in his arms.
And just then, I could feel a sneeze coming. I was standing too close to him. I didn’t have time to step away. I lifted an arm up to cover my mouth and…achoo!
Spike’s eyelids moved. He was awake.
Before I even knew what was happening, Spike had grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to the couch. I managed to squeal from the shock of it, but he put a hand over my mouth and pinned me down on the couch, straddling me, pushing into me with his body.
“Spike!” I screamed his name, looking into his eyes as he pushed himself onto me, heavily. There was no way I could even move an inch. Despite being in shock from the realization of how easily he could overpower me, my heart was racing too.
His eyes were groggy. He was obviously tired. He didn’t know what he was doing.
Did he think I was someone else? An intruder?
He blinked his eyes now and I could see his vision clearing. He was finally waking up.
“Sabrina…” He said my name but it sounded as if he was relieved.
We stared at each other for one whole minute. Our bodies were thrust together. We were pressed to the couch. Neither of us was moving. I was pretty much naked other than my lace panties and the crop top that went halfway up my torso, revealing my stomach.
I had never felt more exposed before. His hands were on my hips. Warm and big. I wanted them between my thighs. Just within a few seconds, I could feel the wetness between my legs. I was ready to come.
But did he even want me? Was he going to push me away again?
Spike reached for me, raising his hand from my hip to my jaw. His big hand stretched over the side of my face while he tipped my head back. It was as if he wanted to look into my eyes more closely now. My mouth parted. I had never wanted to be kissed this badly before. He had no idea what he was doing to me.
It was fucking unfair!
His thumb brushed the side of my face. Was he going to kiss me? I wanted to scream.
I could feel his cock moving, growing, throbbing while he sat straddling me. Even if he didn’t want to fuck me, his body had different ideas.
“What are you doing to me!” he growled in protest. He knew what was happening to his body. “What are you doing here?”
“I just woke up…” I began to murmur but he put his other hand on my stomach, then slowly it traveled up under my top till he was cupping my left breast. His hand fit me perfectly. I’d taken off my bra, and his thumb was on my nipple. It was so erect and sensitive, ready to be tasted and teased. When he flicked it gently, I cried out for him, thrusting my hips toward him, arching my back with desire. He pressed my breast, squeezed and teased and pushed my top up till my bare body was revealed to him.
I didn’t blush once. This was exactly what I wanted. I loved seeing the effect I had on him. I loved how he couldn’t help himself even though he knew this was wrong. As much as he fought against it.
He sucked on my nipples. One at a time. Slowly and tenderly, sucked and licked and tugged between his teeth. I could feel the slick cream between my legs. My clit was swollen. I was so ready for him. I moaned and rolled my hips erratically. I could feel my body gyrating to the rhythm of the way he sucked on my breasts. When I purred louder, weaving my fingers into his thick brown hair, Spike pulled his mouth away and looked up at me.
“You shouldn’t have come in here looking like this,” he said.
When Spike kissed me this time, I wrapped my arms around him, lifting myself toward him to meet his body. He sucked on my tongue and it was the most deliciously sexy feeling in the world. We were stuck together.
We started sliding down the couch, my mouth still on his. His fingers found my hair, and he was slowly tugging my head further back and back. Our lips smacked apart and his tongue went down my chin, my neck, my breasts. His hot tongue on my sizzling hot skin.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. Clinging to him as if I was hanging off a tree. I could feel the hard roughness of his cock between his legs. So big. Bulging. Throbbing. For me.
“Spike, please,” I murmured, begging him.
“What would your daddy say if he knew how dirty his little girl is?” he growled. I purred, delighting in the idea that my daddy had no idea. He didn’t know me at all.
I thrust my hips up toward him. I wanted him to see how excited I was. How much I wanted him.
Spike was glaring down at me, watching my every move, assessing me. Slowly, he grabbed my hands that were around his neck and started drawing them away.
My heart skidded to a stop. So this was it. This was how far he was willing to go? Once again, he was going to reject me and make me feel as if I had thrown myself at him and got nothing in return.
Softly, I fell back on the wooden floor. He was above me, his knees shoved on the ground on either side of me. I could see how big he bulged in his pants. Seriously? He was going to deny us this liberation?
“Whatever,” I hissed and made to slip out from under him. I needed to hide my face.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he growled and grabbed me by my hips again, yanking me back underneath him. “You think I’m going to let you go after what you’ve done to me?”
There were goosebumps on my flesh when I heard his voice, when I saw how dark and heavy his eyes had become. I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for me.
Spike carried me back to the bedroom. To the bed I was sleeping on. Most of the sheets were on the floor now. I had probably thrown them all over in the middle of my nightmare. Just the memory of that made me cling to him tighter.
Without a word, he put me down on the bed, grabbed my wrists and started using the sheets to tie my wrists to the posts. My body was left to his use. I couldn’t move my hands now.
He was rough with me and I loved it. How he grabbed my feet and pulled them apart, making my thighs lie on either side of him while he wedged himself between my legs.
He pulled his shirt off, started undoing his belt, pushing down his jeans. My mouth was wide open. I was thirsty for him, waiting with bated breath to finally lay eyes on his cock.
It sprang into view. Big and strong. I was panting, almost out of breath from the excitement. When he was done with
his clothes, he grabbed my panties and rolled them quickly down my legs. Threw them to the floor. I wanted him inside me but he was going to make me wait.
He stretched himself over me now. I wanted to touch him but my hands were tied to the bed. I folded my knees, wriggled my legs, tried to reach him somehow but he hovered over me, teased me. His lips moved just an inch over my skin. He made it a point not to touch me. I was naked. He was naked. I could feel the warmth of his body. His hot breath fell on my skin as he examined me. Studied me.
“Your skin is like butter. Your hair is like chocolate. I can’t wait to see what your pussy tastes of.” His voice was like molten lava. I was sinking in it. He had taken over me completely. I was a puppet in his hands.
He stretched out his palm, gliding it over my skin, still not touching me while I wriggled breathlessly underneath him.
“Spike…” I groaned. I wanted to come. I wanted to touch him so badly.
He looked down at my pussy, at my swollen clit. He could see how wet I was, how I was vibrating for him. Calling out for him just with the look in my eyes.
“Tell me what you want, Sabrina,” he said. He straightened up, kneeling on the bed near my feet. I had to force my head up so I could look at him.
“I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me.”
“How bad do you want it?”
“I have wanted your cock inside me from the moment I saw you.”
“How hard do you want it?”
“As hard as you want to give it to me.”
I couldn’t even believe I was saying the words. I hadn’t spoken like this before, not with any of the men I was with. It felt dirty, so sexy, and I wanted to say everything that was on my mind.
Spike grew nearer and just when I was about to say more, he rubbed his hand over my left thigh, moving closer and closer to my pussy till he started stroking my clit.
Waves of pleasure passed over me. I thrust my hips upwards with delight. He stroked my clit in circular motions.
