Fear Me

by B. B. Reid

“Fuck,” he groaned. Thankfully, he didn’t move. His body was still on top of mine as we watched me closely.

  I shook my head, feverishly. “I can’t –”

  “You can and you will. Take me, baby.”

  He continued to bury himself deeper and deeper inside me while staring into my eyes and I knew he wanted me to feel his possession and I did. I felt him everywhere. When he began a slow, steady thrust into my body it sent my senses shooting off into space. Pain began to fade and pleasure took over.

  When his pace increased, he wrapped my legs around his waist and bit into my neck. The little bite of pain caused me to flood his cock and suddenly his control seemed to snap and he began pounding me into the mattress, driving us both insane.

  “Oh God!” I moaned when it became unbearable.

  “Do you feel that?” he asked as he destroyed me with deep strokes that took my breath away. “That’s me owning your pussy, baby. Me. Not God,” he growled.

  He lifted his weight off my body and planted his fists by my head and continued his, long, deep, forceful thrusts with powerful hips that pushed me up the bed. The headboard began a steady beat against the wall, threatening to burst straight through it. I began thrashing and flailing around him, fighting not only him but also the sensations he was creating within me.

  “It’s too much,” I cried.

  “No.” He reared up, bringing me with him until he was sitting on his haunches and I was in his lap. “It’s not enough,” he groaned against my neck.

  Our new position buried his cock so much deeper inside my walls that I felt like I would suffocate. His lips took control of mine in a tangle of tongue and teeth and passion.

  I was lost.

  So lost in his potent kiss that I wasn’t prepared for when he gripped my hips and rammed his cock up into me, stealing away my breath and inhibitions.

  I screamed.

  I screamed for so long that my screams were no longer that. They became hoarse whimpers that barely made a sound. The sweat and heat of his body mingled with mine and I felt drunk.

  “Please,” I finally whispered. He continued to thrust into me with a grind that added a friction I couldn’t get enough of.

  “Tell me, Monroe. What do you need?”

  “I need…I need to come.”

  “You think you deserve to come?” He kissed the top of my breasts, taking small bites into the heavy mounds pressed hard against his chest. He was back in control now that I had become unhinged. I know what he wanted.

  “Only if you want me to.”

  The lust and hunger that raged within the depth of his eyes frightened and turned me on. “Ask me properly,” he ordered and deepened his thrusts.

  “Please make me come.”

  “I’m going to do more than make you come, Monroe. I’m going to mark every sweet inch of your fucking body – inside and out, and when I’m done, you’ll know who you owns you.”

  But instead of fucking me harder like my body seemed to need he slowed his hips to a steady pace. “I’ve been picturing you like this for a long time, Monroe. Just like this. Hot and wet and open for me. Taking my cock, like a good girl.”

  His hand came around between us and began rubbing my clit just as his tempo increased and he was once again pounding up into me mercilessly. My cries for release were deafening as my body yielded to his. The need to come was there but for some reason release evaded me.

  “Come for me,” he finally commanded and surged into me one last time, lifting my knees from the bed as he did. My screams rent through the air and I felt my walls suck at him, pulling his release from his body as he shuddered above me and gripped my hips tightly.

  “You’re mine now…” he warned.

  * * *

  “Wake up.” My body shook from the heavy hand snatching me out of a deep sleep. All at once, before I could even open my eyes, the night before came rushing back along the obvious signs of hard sex in my aching muscles. After we had sex Keiran seemed almost human. He had been staring into my eyes for a long time after we finally caught our breath. The moment was gone when he blinked once and excused himself.

  It all went downhill after that when I received two phone calls. The first phone call was from Willow, looking for her tablet. The second was Jesse.

  I answered the phone just as Keiran returned from the bathroom. He’d held a warm cloth in his hand but tossed it away before taking the phone from my hands and hung up on him. He reached for me and I foolishly went to him thinking it would be like before. But it wasn’t. He was cold, hard, and merciless when he took me.

  He didn’t let up until a couple of hours ago. If a girl ever imagined how her first night would be I’m sure it was not in that way. I was partly to blame though…I never told him no.

  I finally opened my eyes to see him staring down at me and looking dark, sinful, and unobtainable, with his mussed bed hair. He was shirtless but wearing jeans and I could tell he’d already been up. Or never went to sleep. I’d passed out from exhaustion and the unfamiliar stress on my body last night so I didn’t know much of what happened after he finally eased up on me.

  Half asleep, I dragged myself off the bed and trudged into the bathroom with the sheets wrapped around me. However, once I dropped the sheet and took one look in the mirror, the sight that greeted me shocked me awake. There were red marks and bites all over my skin. I felt every last one of them but that didn’t make seeing them any less disturbing.

  I touched one of the marks and winced from the dull pain. “What are you doing?” I jumped at the sudden sound of his voice directly behind me.

  “Why are you sneaking up on me?”

  “Hurry up. We’re going to be late.”

  “I don’t think I can go to school.”

  “Why not?” He sounded annoyed and disinterested but I answered him anyway.

  “Maybe because it looks like I’ve been beaten?” I didn’t attempt to hide the disdain I felt.

  “You came, didn’t you? Many times as I recall.”

  “You do realize you blackmailed me into sex right?”

  “Keep telling yourself that,” he smirked.

  “You should have stayed away,” I whispered, my eyes lowering.

  “Maybe. But I didn’t. This was always going to happen, Monroe. I told you that…I made breakfast, by the way.” He changed the subject and gave me a warning look.

  I couldn’t conceal the look of surprise that crossed my face. “You did?”

  He stared at me blankly. “I was hungry,” he shrugged.

  “Right.” Silly me, thinking he would do something nice after the night we had. But you enjoyed it too. I shook off the unwanted thoughts and turned the shower on. I stepped in and knew he was still there even though my back was turned. “Are you planning to watch me shower?”

  “And if I do?” he leaned against the door and crossed his arms, watching me through the glass door. I didn’t reply, knowing he was baiting me, looking for an excuse to strike but then…he never needed one in the past.

  “This isn’t the first time I caught you in the shower, you know.”

  “What?” I turned around in surprise, forgetting my attempt to ignore him.

  “I was the one who stole your clothes two years back.”

  “That was you? I mean…I knew you had something to do with it but you actually went into the girls’ locker room?”

  He rolled his eyes and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “It wasn’t the first time I’ve been in the girls’ locker room, Monroe.”

  “Why else would you—oh.” My cheeks turned red and I felt a pang followed by anger but I didn’t understand why.

  “You look jealous.”

  Jealous? I wasn’t, was I?

  “I’m not.”

  “Is that another lie?” His voice lowered to a level that screamed ‘danger’.

  I chose to remain silent and finished lathering my body. When his phone broke the silence, he finally left the bathroom to my relief. I quickly wash
ed my hair before stepping out. I dressed and used some of my aunt’s makeup to cover the visible marks and made by way downstairs. When I entered the kitchen he ended his phone call and pushed a plate full of food towards me. I couldn’t deny how good the food looked and smelled.

  “You can cook?” He grunted and continued tapping the keyboard, ignoring me. “I want to talk to my aunt. How do I know you didn’t have something done to her?”

  “You don’t,” he replied tersely. “Do what the hell I say and you won’t have anything to worry about.”

  “That’s bullshit!” I yelled.

  He slowly looked up from his phone and I snapped my mouth close. When he slid his phone over to me and I picked it up cautiously. On the screen was a picture of my Aunt at an airport. “This doesn’t prove anything,” I stated.

  “That’s all your getting. Let’s go.”

  “But I didn’t eat my food yet.”

  “Bring it with you.”

  * * *

  “You had an orgasm today!”

  I spit out the drink I just took a sip of and shot Charlie a murderous look.

  “Now, now. Don’t look at me like that with those magnificent blue-green eyes. There’s no need to be a prude about it. Everyone has orgasms and the one’s who don’t…God bless their souls.”

  “Why would you say that?”

  “Because it’s all over your face. Who he is? I want details and don’t forget the dirty ones.”

  I didn’t quite know if it was a good idea to share my blossoming sex life with my boss but I didn’t think it would be fair to hold out. He cared so much about me finding love or as he put it “A really good stick to ride.” Charlie was as crass as he was flamboyant.

  Lucky for me I was saved from answering by Mr. Martin coming through the door. “You know I think that man is up to something,” Charlie whispered while eyeing the older man. “He only shows when you’re here and I never see him actually work out. I think you have a secret admirer, Lake.”

  “What? He is old enough to be my father and half a grandfather.”

  “So he’s sugar daddy material.”

  “As if. Maybe he’s here for you.”

  “Honey, he never even glances at me. What does he talk to you about anyway?”

  “Nothing much. He is always polite and usually just asks me about school.” I didn’t want to tell him about the time he asked if I was dating anyone. It would only encourage Charlie. I made my way to the reception desk to check him in.

  “Good evening, Mr. Martin.”

  “Ah, Lake. How are you today?” Well I spent the night being fucked senseless for the first time, so peachy.

  “Peachy. And yourself?”

  “Oh the usual. Just passing through.” Yeah, why is that? “Any new developments?”

  “Uh, no. Nothing new,” I lied.

  “As beautiful as you are young lady, I find it hard to believe that you don’t have someone special.”

  “Oh, um. Thank you.” I think.

  “Is there someone special? Someone you go to school with?”

  “No…” His persistent questions started making me nervous. Please don’t tell me this guy is a creep.

  “There is nothing to be ashamed of. You can tell me.” His insistence on knowing about my love life was making me uncomfortable.

  “Enjoy your visit, Mr. Martin.” I handed him back his membership card and gave him a fake smile that he seemed to see right through.

  “I suppose. I’ll be seeing you, Lake.” He started for the locker rooms and I knew I wouldn’t see him again until next time.

  My phone vibrated in my back pocket so I fished it out.

  K: Where the fuck r u?

  Lake: Working. A girl's gotta eat.

  K: Monroe…

  Lake: Yes?

  K: Where. R. U?

  Lake: The gym

  He didn’t text back after that so I went back to working. I ended up talking to one of the regulars that Charlie tried to hook me up with on numerous occasions, despite the fact that I just became legal two days ago. He was one of those guys whose muscles had muscles. It made me appreciate Keiran’s body even more. He was lean and muscular and natural.

  And not yours.

  “Am I any closer to getting you to agree to go out with me? I can show you a really good time if you let me.” I had the feeling he wasn’t just talking about dinner and movie.

  “Thanks Chad, but I’m –”

  “Taken,” a voice bit out behind me. I knew who it was without turning around. He always did have a knack for sneaking up on me.

  “Somehow I don’t think that’s what the lady was about to say. So why don’t you run along, little boy.”

  “I’m saying it for her. She’s mine. You want to try to take her from me?” He fists clenched as he stepped toe to toe which Chad.

  Was he seriously trying to start a fight?

  I looked around for Charlie who seemed to have disappeared. There was no way I would be able to stop them if they fought so I had to try to defuse the situation.

  “She doesn’t look like yours. Otherwise she wouldn’t have been over here flirting with my dick.” The words were barely out of Chad’s mouth before he was flipped over the weight bench by a fierce right hook from Keiran. I was pretty sure I saw a couple of teeth fly too.

  “Stop! What the hell do you think you are doing?” I grabbed onto Keiran’s arm to stop him from pursuing Chad who was still laid out on the floor, motionless. He ripped his arm away and glared down at me, his face a mask of uncontrolled fury.

  “Get your shit and let’s go.”

  “What? No.”

  “Monroe!” he roared and I nearly jumped out of my skin. His temple was throbbing again and he looked ready to strangle me. Charlie had finally appeared and was attempting to revive Chad.

  “I can’t leave my job. Are you insane?”

  As soon as the words were out I was hauled over his shoulder and being carted out of the door. A gym full of people and no one stepped forward to stop the unstable teen. Unbelievable. His challenger was double parked outside with the engine running. Something told me he was already planning to do this. It made me long for the Keiran who bullied me from a distance.

  “Why did you come here? I told you I was working,” I said while he dumped me into the backseat. A second later I heard the locks engage and he was walking back inside the gym. I unlocked the door and tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge so I tried the other and it did the same. Did he freaking child lock me in?

  I contemplated kicking the window in for payback but knew that I wouldn’t get far before he caught me so I climbed into the front seat and by the time I was opening the door, he was walking back out. I hurried back into the backseat but it was too late. He’d already caught me trying to escape.

  “How long have you been working there?”

  “A year. What gives you the right to jeopardize my job like that? I could be fired.”

  “I already took care of that.”

  “What?”

  “I told them you quit. You aren’t going back there.”

  * * *

  I told my aunt I had really bad stomach pains and couldn’t talk long when she called. It was partially true although the real reason was more because of Keiran. He watched me like a hawk when I talked to her and I didn’t want to risk my aunt detecting something wrong so I kept the call short.

  He immediately left when I ended the call, saying he had to go out of town, but took my car keys with a warning to stay and that he would be back. I didn’t understand him. Why go through all that trouble to find me if he wasn’t going to stick around? I thought for sure he would demand sex although I didn’t think my body could handle another night like last night. I could feel the soreness between my thighs even now.

  I thought about calling the gym and apologizing for what happened and maybe even begging to keep my job but the humiliation was too fresh so I put it off for tomorrow and decided to do homework inst
ead. I had to stay ahead so I wouldn’t fall behind. I wished my parents could see me now. They were so devastated when I was diagnosed with dyslexia. It was one of my clearest memories. I learned that it wasn’t the end of the world when I realized that the disability to learn normally didn’t mean an inability to learn. One thing it did make me do was appreciate learning and education more. It was why I want to become a teacher. Dyslexia wasn’t something that I could outgrow but it was something that I could conquer.

  I was in the living room searching for my favorite writing pen my aunt bought me on one of her trips when I noticed the corner of something black peeking out from underneath the couch near the side table. I bent to pick up the object, realizing it was an envelope addressed to me.

  There was a birthday card inside so I flipped open the card and what I saw caused my heart to stop and I felt gut punched. Inside was a picture of a little girl.

  A dead girl.

  Her hair was blonde and she looked to be no more than six or seven years old. The edges were ragged and worn from time or rough handling so the picture might have been a few years old. The bleeding hole in her head had me fighting back the need to vomit. I inspected the card but didn’t see any sign of a signature or idea of who the card came from. My mind raced to figure out who the card could have come from and how it got here.

  The break in!

  It was the only thing that made sense. Since then I have argued over the reasons why someone would break into an occupied house. They did it to leave this note. I searched the picture for a clue but came up empty. I was sure I’d never seen the girl before so why would someone leave me a picture of her corpse?

  When a realization centered in my mind the envelope fell from my hand and drifted to the floor. This would mean the break in wasn’t random. Oh shit. I picked up the card and flipped it over to inspect the back and read the words that sealed my fate.

  This is your only warning.

  Chapter Twelve

  Regret and nervousness had me looking over my shoulder once again. “I shouldn’t have come. Why did I let you talk me into this?”