Fear Me

by B. B. Reid

  “Oh um, well Dash he...”

  “Got it. Willow, are you sure about Dash?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I just want to make sure you're being careful.”

  “Well we used protection every time –”

  “Jeez Willow! Not what I meant.”

  “Oh, sorry,” she giggled.

  “Willow, I don't want you to get hurt,” I said being serious again.

  “Lake, don't worry. I'm not falling for Dash. We're friends.”

  Despite her claim, I didn't miss the longing in her voice. It finally dawned on me that no matter the consequence, I couldn't let Willow be hurt. I'm sure my aunt wouldn't want that either. I had to find another way to protect them both.

  “Willow, I have to tell you something. It’s about Keiran and Dash. They plan to –”

  “I plan to do what?” Keiran's sudden appearance caused me to drop my phone. I spun around to see him standing in my bedroom doorway.

  “How did you get in here?”

  “Answer me,” he barked. I hesitated before answering.

  “I was going to tell her.” It probably wasn’t wise to tell him the truth but I wanted him to know that I was stronger than he thought.

  “Is that right?”

  “I can't do this.”

  “Fine,” he walked into the room. “Then I'll tell her.”

  He scooped up my phone before I could process what he planned to do. When I tried to take my phone from him but he pushed me against the wall and used a strong hand to cover my mouth. All that could be heard was the muffled sounds of my protests and Willow calling my name over the phone,

  “Willow,” Keiran's hypnotic voice spoke into the phone. “I would like to tell you something about your dear friend.”

  I was shaking my head as hard as I could to unlatch his hand from my mouth so I could stop him. This was not how I wanted her to find out and he knew that. She would never forgive me hearing it from someone else.

  “She is using you to –”

  I didn't try to stop the tears that trailed down my face onto his hand. It caught his attention and he dropped his gaze from me to his hand.

  “It seems she has had a change of heart.” He hung up my phone without saying goodbye and stepped closer to me pressing me against the wall. He planted his feet on the outside of mine and gripped my neck while keeping his hand over my mouth.

  He pulled out his phone to dial a number and after a few seconds, begin speaking. “Yeah, you still on her? Where is she now? Good. Her loving niece is no longer interested in our deal.”

  When it dawned on me what he was doing, I started to fight and scream against the hold he had on me but to no avail. I bit at his hand and clawed at his face but he didn’t flinch. As he watched me fight, a depraved smile spread across his face.

  “Yes, I want you to kill her. Slit her throat but before you do that…let her know her dear niece sends her regards.” When he said the last, I managed to dislodge his hand from my throat and as soon as I was free a blood-curling scream ripped from the depths of my soul for my aunt. Her death would be my entire fault and if she died, I would die with her.

  “Please,” I croaked out when screaming was no longer possible.

  “I gave you what you wanted.”

  “That’s not what I want. Please…call him back. I’m sorry.”

  “What is that you are sorry for?”

  “I’m sorry for disobeying you. It won’t happen again.”

  “See that’s where you’re wrong. It will happen again because you think you save them. You want to be a hero.”

  “No.”

  “Yeah, you do,” he replied lazily.

  “Please call him back. I’ll do anything.”

  “Yes, you will and I don’t need to call him.”

  “What, why?”

  “Because I never called him.”

  I narrowed my eyes when he smiled down at me. “You’re an asshole.”

  “And you're a glutton for punishment. Maybe you really do like what I did to you last night." I shook my head but he only grinned. “What did I say about lying, Monroe?” He turned me around so that my back was now facing him. “You have a few things to answer to and I'd like to get started as soon as possible."

  "What does that mean?" I was quickly becoming a nervous wreck at the sound of promise in his voice.

  "You know what it means," he said while unzipping my dress.

  “I won’t allow her to get hurt so there must be some other way you can punish me. Just don't use Willow."

  "And what way is that? Should I beat you? As much as I'd like to slap the fuck out of you, I won't. You don't have anything else," he sneered.

  "So now you're a beacon of morality and goodwill?"

  "No. It means there are better ways to hurt you."

  “What are you going to do?” I asked when he peeled my dress off my shoulders and unsnapped my bra.

  “Whatever I want.”

  “Are you going to hurt me?”

  “Yes.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “But you’ll like it.”

  “I doubt that.”

  He was slipping my panties down my legs when I said that. He stood up straight and the next second, he turned me back around and his head lowered to bite down on my nipple. They were sensitive and always seem to make me want to do things I knew I shouldn’t. My legs shook and I tried pressing them together to hide my reaction but his hand was already there.

  “Your body doesn’t lie. Go stand by the side of the bed and bend over. Place your hands around your ankles and don’t move. And Monroe…don’t make me have to tell you anything twice.” I did what he commanded and walked over to bed. I positioned my body to face him and bent over when he stopped me. “No. Turn around.”

  I felt my cheeks color as I thought about how the position would expose me to him completely. Still, I did what he said and turned around. “No matter what you hear or feel, keep your eyes on the ground and only speak when I tell you to.”

  His tone was all business. Despite his warnings I wanted to turn around to see him. I was afraid of what he might do and wanted him to reassure me that he wouldn’t really hurt me but I knew he would never do that. He wanted me to be afraid of him.

  His booted feet suddenly appeared between my legs and kicked my feet apart. I struggled to adjust without taking my hands from around my ankles. The sound of him removing his belt kicked my fear into high gear.

  “Let’s start with your first offense. What was it?”

  “I went to the game.”

  “No.”

  A sharp pain spread across my ass as the sound of the hard lash on my skin resonated throughout the air. I let out a loud cry and nearly toppled over. When he caught me, I turned my head but he quickly grabbed the back of my neck, holding me in place.

  “That was one. It’s up to you how many you get. What was your first offense?”

  “I don’t know,” I cried. My ass was still throbbing when he delivered a second lash.

  “Well, let me inform you,” he said, talking over my crying. “Your first mistake was taking that fucking job. Your first offense was letting that clown near you.

  “But he –” I felt the leather on my ass for a third time.

  “Are you really going to make me repeat myself?” I shook my head quickly. My hair was falling in front of my face with a few strands sticking to my face.

  “Good, then we don’t need this anymore.” I heard the belt fall to the floor and I felt a moment of gratitude until he pulled me over to the bed with him and laid me across his lap. He started massaging my butt and talking to me. “I want you to tell me everything you did wrong today. If you lie or leave anything out, I get the belt again. Begin.”

  “I talked to Willow.” Slap.

  “I left the house.” Slap.

  “I was going to lie to you.” Slap, slap. I tried to ignore the burning pain the licks were causing me but at the last my voice broke and I clenched
the sheets in front of me.

  “Continue,” he gritted.

  “I talked to Jesse but I swear I didn’t know he was going to be there! I –” Slap.

  “I didn’t ask for your excuses. Continue.”

  “I let him touch me.” Slap! “Ahhh!”

  My scream ripped through the air when he delivered that blow. It was firmer than the rest. I was heavily sobbing into his pant leg and the sheets as I tried to get away but a steel arm banded around my body, holding me in place. He sat still while I cried out my pain and continued to hold me down until I settled.

  “Please. It hurts.” All the while I was moving I could feel his erection through his jeans. I couldn’t deny my own arousal but I couldn’t explain it either.

  “What else did you do?” he whispered. His fingers were teasing my skin with a pinch ever now and then.

  “I was going to tell Willow everything. I wanted to stop you.”

  “And that, Monroe, is your greatest offense.”

  He proceeded to spank me with hard, unyielding hits across my bottom. He didn’t stop. No matter how long or loud I screamed and begged; he wouldn’t stop. I realized that those licks from before were the prelude to what was to come. When he finally finished with me he shoved me off his lap and onto the floor. My entire body was flushed red and throbbing in pain. I could see the bed through blurry eyes and the sheets that had been ripped off by me. He stood up from the bed and walked over to the closet and pulled out my small duffel bag and started to fill them with clothing.

  “What are you doing?”

  “What does it look like?”

  “Like you’ve gone mad?”

  “How does your ass feel Monroe?” The threatening look he gave me told me to shut up and shut up fast so I did. It’s cool. I can talk shit in my head.

  He went to my dresser and started stuffing the bag with my undergarments. “If there is anything you need, I suggest you get it now. You aren’t coming back.”

  “Where are you taking me?”

  “My place.”

  “What? I can’t stay with you. My aunt will kill me!”

  “Your aunt won’t make it back if you keep talking.”

  I made a sound of frustration and hurried into the bathroom to redress and grab the essentials. When I returned to my bedroom he had my backpack and duffel in hand and was waiting for me.

  “Let’s go,” he commanded.

  * * *

  When we walked into his house I immediately looked around for his uncle and once again found him absent. What is it that keeps him gone all the time? “Your uncle is gone a lot,” I remarked aloud.

  “So.”

  “Won’t he be upset when he comes home and finds me moved in for the weekend?” His nonchalant attitude about everything, especially his uncle’s absence was unusual at best.

  “My uncle only comes home when one of us is in trouble.”

  “Why?”

  “Stop asking questions that you don’t need to know the answer to.” He led me into the kitchen where he dropped my bag on the floor and opened the refrigerator to peer inside.

  “Why am I here?” I asked with extreme exasperation. Dealing with Keiran for long periods of time always made me weary, confused, and…horny. “What are you planning to do with me for the rest of the weekend?”

  “You’re here because you have a conscience. That’s an inconvenience for me. But it is convenient for you to be available to service me immediately,” he said matter-of-factly. He slammed the fridge door and before I knew what he was going to do, my back was up against the fridge and his erection was being pressed into my stomach. “I want to fuck you hard and I want to fuck you often.” He lifted my leg to wrap around his hip, bringing my center closer to his erection. “I’m not asking, Monroe. You want it just as bad as I do. I can feel your need…it’s wet, hot, and all mine.”

  There was something annoyingly but incredibly hot hearing him claiming my pussy as his but I managed to shake off the urge to ask for exactly what he threatened to do, right here and now. “Why do you talk to me like that?” I asked instead.

  “Like what?”

  “Like I’m a slut.”

  “Because it makes you angry and it also makes you hot. Slut, or not.”

  “But I’m not. You were the only one I had sex with.”

  The sound he made low in his throat was angry. “Good, because if you have it with anyone else I will kill him…slowly…and then you.” His voice was unmistakably aroused and possessive.

  “You can’t just threaten to kill people!”

  “It’s not a threat.”

  “Normal teenagers don’t threaten to kill people and mean it.”

  “Who said I was normal?”

  “I know you’re not.” I just wish you were.

  I looked into his grey eyes and wished I had the courage and ability to deny him. But I couldn’t. I have always given him exactly what he wanted whether it was my tears, my fear, or my body. “Why do you test me?” he asked.

  I wasn’t expecting his question but the answer that followed was even more surprising. “It makes me feel like I’m trying.”

  “Trying what?”

  “To not be afraid.”

  “Why, when you have so much to be afraid of?”

  I looked at him carefully. “Why do you want me to be afraid of you? What do you gain?”

  “What makes you think I gain something? Maybe it’s just fun for me.”

  “You know some people think you have a thing for me?” I watched him carefully for a reaction or sign that I might be right but of course he remained perfectly impassive.

  “Some people are stupid. I don’t have ‘things’.” He dropped my leg from around his waist and walked away to sit in one of the kitchen chairs.

  “So why fear? People are bullied in school all the time for shits and giggles but you don’t want laughs.”

  “You don’t know what I want.”

  “Enlighten me then,” I demanded with more force than necessary.

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “Don’t ask questions you don’t need the answers to,” he said, repeating his statement from earlier. His tone was bored but the muscles in his shoulders and back was tense.

  “Why do you keep saying that?” My frustration was mounting and when he smirked I knew he wasn’t done making me miserable.

  “Because it’s the best you’re going to get so leave me the fuck alone.” It was a warning I should have heeded but I was never one to listen to my instincts.

  “When you said you would make my aunt disappear…what did you mean? Are you going to kill her?”

  “Why would I do that? I would much rather you live with the agony of knowing she was somewhere suffering.”

  “Please, listen to me. I didn’t frame you but I know who did.”

  His eyes narrowed as he watched me. “Careful, Monroe. My goodwill is fading. Fast.”

  “No. You need to hear this. I knew about it only because –” He was out of seat with his arms around me, crushing my body to his. I cried out when he bit down into my neck. I screamed again but he ignored my heated protests and bit down harder. He bent me over the kitchen table and pushed aside my panties.

  “Because you’re a conniving bitch?” he asked with unsuppressed scorn. I heard the distinct sound of a condom packet rip and soon after felt the force of his punishing thrust as he entered me. The table moved a few inches so I grabbed onto it to keep from falling.

  “No,” I denied and pushed my hips into him. We both moaned from the feeling of him burying deeper. My pussy clenched at his cock in welcome.

  “You did this. You.” Each word he spoke was paired with a hard thrust until he let go completely and was pounding all of his frustration and anger into me. He was in my head and my body at the same time with no hope of escape. His hands were rough and hard on my hips as he pulled me into him. When his teeth sunk into my spine I released a throaty moan. “Such a hot bitch
aren’t you? I can feel you creaming all over my dick.”

  “Don’t call me that.” I squealed when he rammed his cock into me once and held it deep inside me while he growled in my ear.

  “I’ll call you whatever I want,” he said, grabbing my ponytail and delivering a series of short, hard thrusts.

  “Oh God…why does it feel so good?” I wailed as I tightened around him. He had me pinned to the table, completely immobile and vulnerable to the demands of his cock.

  “Good,” he thrust deeper into me, stealing away my breath. “That means you feel all of me. You’re mine, Monroe. You always will be and I won’t let you go. Do you hear that? I won’t.”

  “You have to…”

  The sound of the front door opening and Keenan’s voice could barely be heard over the sound of our fucking. Keiran continued to pound me so I wasn’t sure if he’d heard his cousin come in but I knew Keenan would be able to hear us. The sound of our skin slapping, his groans, and my screams were echoing throughout the kitchen and the kitchen door was wide open.

  “Stop. He’ll hear us,” I moaned out weakly.

  “I can see just fine too sweetheart. Please don’t stop on my account. You look like your enjoying that.” I looked to the side to see Keenan leaning against the door watching us with a grin. I immediately swung my arm behind me to push Keiran away but he caught it and held it at the small of my back.

  “Let me go. He’s watching!” Keiran’s fingers being stuffed into my mouth silenced the rest of my protests. I bit down on his fingers but he only chuckled and slapped my already sore ass. The need to come was strong but my release was evading me. “Keiran, please,” I begged.

  “You’ve displeased me today, Monroe. You think you deserve to come?” His thrusts slowed down to a teasing rhythm.

  “I want it…please.” My body shook uncontrollably from the need to come.

  He gripped the back of my neck and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Then take what you need. Fuck me, Monroe.”

  His words were barely out before I pushed my hips back against him again and again, desperately searching for what only he could give me. “Damn…she looks like a hot fuck,” Keenan groaned. I’d forgotten he was watching us.

  “Keiran, please!” I begged once more. His low groans and sinful promises told me he wasn’t as immune to me as he pretended but I needed him so he wanted me to beg. I wasn’t above begging. Not when his cock was buried deep. His fingers finally slid down to tease ad rub the tiny bundle of nerves and once he touched me a powerful orgasm ripped through me. My back curved and locked in place as I let my orgasm take over.