by Leigh, Elisa
Her head snaps up, and she turns a pointed glare in my direction. “Excuse me!” She roars. “You don’t get to talk to me like that. No one gets to talk to me like that, ever!”
Good, she’s pissed, it looks a hell of a lot better on her than the vacant look she’s been walking around with. “Tell me one thing. Why have you been ignoring me?”
She looks away and shrugs. “That morning was a mistake, Chase. It never should have happened. Now please let me pass.”
“Try again, Darlin’. That morning was the furthest thing from a mistake that you and I will ever be. Look me in the eyes when you lie to me and tell me you don’t want this.” I demand.
Putting her hands on her hips, she straightens her back and looks me straight in the eyes. “I don’t want you.”
I laugh sardonically, she’s not going to make this easy, is she? “You’re a terrible liar Tori Blaine.”
She slams her palms down on the counter and groans loudly, clearly frustrated with me. She points her finger at me. “Why are you fighting so hard for this Chase? Why won’t you just let me be?” She yells.
I crowd into her space and push her up against the counter. Holding her beautiful face in my hands, I trace my nose along hers. “Because we’re worth fighting for Tori. Even if I have to fight you for us.” Then I capture her mouth in a searing kiss, pouring all of my frustration and need into it. Her lips taste like forever, and her tongue tastes like my absolution.
When I pull back, I still see her stubbornness shining through. “Fine, you want to do this the hard way, that’s what you’ll get.” I lift her over my shoulder and walk us out of the kitchen, passing Drake as we go. Finding the first guest room I come to, I walk in and toss Tori on the bed. I lock the door so no one can interrupt us.
I toss my jacket on one of the chairs and start unbuttoning my shirt.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
She sits on the bed, glaring at me until my shirt is tossed on top of my jacket. She’s no longer pissed, she’s turned on. “Come here.”
Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, she thinks about it for a minute before standing and walking towards me. “Turn around.” She does what I say, and I place a kiss on the nape of her neck then slowly unzip her dress. The dress is strapless, so once it’s unzipped, it falls to the ground around her feet. The only thing she has on under her dress is a lace peach thong. Placing open-mouthed kisses down her back, I grip her hip and stop when I get to her thong. “Did you wear these for me Darlin’?”
When she doesn’t say anything, I spank her ass and she squeals. I run my finger under the waistband of her thong. “Did you think about me when you picked this out?” I ask, snapping the thong against her ass.
“Yes.”
“Mmm, finally you’re getting honest with me. Now turn around, and I’ll see about rewarding you.”
She turns around, and her pussy is in my face, covered in peach lace. I run my nose through her covered lips and inhale her sweet, sweet scent. “I’ve been craving you for days Tori. I’ll need another taste of your sweet pussy before I can think straight.” I pull her thong to the side and swipe my tongue through her pussy lips and groan in ecstasy.
“Have you thought about what we did in my kitchen, Tori?” When she says nothing, I look up and see she’s focused on me and is shaking her head yes. “Have you thought about how good it’s going to be to finally get my dick inside you?” Using two thick fingers, I run them through her pussy lips, back and forth, teasing her until her girl cum is running down my hand.
“Yes.” she moans.
“Lay on the bed and spread your thighs Darlin’. Show me what I’ve been missing. Show me what’s mine.”
She backs up against the bed and sits down, then scoots back some. When she drops her knees, I can do nothing but stare at the pink pussy that I’m about to claim as mine.
“You’ve got a pretty pussy, Tori. Did you know that?”
She moans and starts rubbing circles around and over her clit. “Take your pants off Chase.”
“I’ll allow it because you’re cute.” I unbutton my slacks and drop the fly. I kick my shoes to the side and slide my pants and boxer briefs to my knees until they fall to the ground. I kick them to the side and grip my shaft in one hand, and massage my balls in the other. “Keep playing with that pussy, baby. Make yourself come so I can clean you up.”
Tori listens so well. Using her delicate fingers, she slides them down between her lips and back up to her clit, then back down again. While holding one of her tits, and biting her bottom lip, she thrusts three fingers in and out of her core, moaning all the while, her eyes locked on my weeping dick.
Her movements start speeding up, her fingers moving faster until she’s thrusting into her pussy with three fingers, and then using her other hand to rub her clit. She goes off like a firework, and I’m about to go right along with her, but that’s not where I’m coming today. No, the only place my cum will be is deep inside her pussy, so I pinch the head of my dick and stop myself from losing my load too early.
I flatten my tongue and lick up all of her girl cum, sucking her lips clean. “Goddamn Darlin’ do you know how good you taste?”
She shakes her head no, so of course, I need to show her. “Scoot back.” She scoots back until her head is on the pillows. I crawl up the bed until I’m straddling her center, my dick bobbing against her stomach. My face is covered in her girl cum, and I’m not interested in wiping it off. I kiss her deeply, shoving my tongue into her mouth so she can taste herself. My dirty girl moans and goes wild, our kiss turning into something animalistic.
I finally pull back, and her eyes are wild with lust and need. Oh yeah baby, I’m feeling it too. Slipping between her thighs, I kneel in front of her, my dick at the ready. “Before I slip inside you, I want you to know that I’m clean. There’s never been anyone else before you, and there will never be anyone after you.”
Some of the lust fades, and her head clears some. “I’ve only done this once, and it was years ago. I’m clean too, but I’m not on birth control.”
I grin and position my dick at her opening. “Perfect,” I say before sliding into her tight pussy.
Seven
Tori
Chase has a huge dick. I’m wet and ready for him to slide into me, and dear god in heaven, it’s the best pain in the world when he finally does. Slowly he rocks in and out of me, inching his way into my pussy, stretching my core. “Chase, that’s it, don’t stop.” I moan.
Covering my body with his, he continues thrusting inside me and kisses me. I still taste my release on his mouth, and it turns me on. I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his ass with every downward stroke. “You feel so fucking good Darlin’, so fucking good.” He groans into my neck and spears his hands into my hair, his movements become faster and more erratic. He’s getting close to that edge, and I’m right there with him. When he bottoms out inside me, my toes curl, and I start to come.
“I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming baby.” Chase groans into my ear before pounding into me and releasing his cum.
We lie like this together for several minutes, neither of us speaking. The only sounds in the room are our heavy breathing and rapidly beating hearts. I have no words for what we just did.
“Chase I’m sorry. I’ve been a total bitch to you this week, and you didn’t deserve that.”
Chase looks up at me and rests his chin on my boob. “Tell me what’s going on Tori. I know it’s not us, what we have isn’t the problem.”
I sigh. “It kind of is.”
Chase pulls out of me and sits up, resting his back against the headboard. “Darlin’ I’m trying my best not to get pissed here, but you’re not making this easy. Tell me everything.”
I sit up and groan when I feel the evidence of our lovemaking leak out of me. “Do you remember that guy I was dating a while back, the one you said you’ve seen at the hospital?”
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Chase nods and tells me to continue. Chase is no longer the man that just made love to me, or the quiet guy I knew from work. This man is different, he’s dangerous. For the next twenty minutes, I tell him everything that’s happened over the past few months, starting with breaking up with the smug bastard after I caught him in bed with two of his waitresses. Really it was just the excuse I needed to end a relationship that I was becoming more and more uncomfortable being in. By the time I’m done with my story, Chase has his pants on and is pacing the room.
Finally, he sits down beside me and hands me my dress. “I need you to get dressed. Every time I look at you sitting there naked, I lose my train of thought, it’s making it hard for me to concentrate. I step into my dress and Chase helps me zip it up. Once I’m dressed, Chase hands me my panties back, and I put them on.
I sit down beside him on the bed. “What are we going to do Chase? I’m sure he knows by now that I talked to you.”
“We did more than talk Tori,” Chase smirks.
I smack his chest. “Be serious.”
He grabs my hand and kisses it before entwining our fingers and placing our hands in his lap. “The first thing you’re going to do is give me your phone. Tell work if they need to contact you they can get ahold of you through my number.”
“That’s not going to do anything Chase, he’s still out there.”
“He’s harassing you. He’s getting off on watching you squirm while he pulls the strings. Now there aren’t going to be any strings for him to pull.”
“I’m scared about what he’ll do though.”
“Drake and Summer are going away on their honeymoon, he’s not going to be able to get to them. You’re coming to stay with me, and you’re calling work and telling them you’re taking a leave of absence. You will have to explain what’s going on. They can’t fire you for that. Then we’re going to figure the rest out.”
“I can’t ask you to do that for me, Chase. If something happened to you because of me, I just can’t even.”
“First, if something happened, it wouldn’t be because of you, it would be because of him. Second, you’re not asking. I’m telling you this is what’s happening. You. Are. Mine. Victoria Blaine. Mine to protect, mine to love.”
“You love me? After all of this, you love me?” I ask, hope filling the emptiness that has been following me around for months.
“I love you so fucking much Darlin’.”
A big smile bursts across her face. “I love you too.”
“Say it again.” He demands.
“I love you, Chase Sawyer.”
“About damn time.” He says before kissing me senseless. When he pulls away, he touches his forehead to mine and then kisses me there. “Let me figure out what happens next. Just know that whatever happens. I’ve got you.”
“Okay.”
* * *
Chase
“I put it out there that I wanted to talk to Yarrow. None of my contacts know where he’s hiding out, or they’re not talking.” Crews tells me when the girls leave our table to go to the bathroom.
“It’s been three weeks Crews. Every day it’s something new. Yesterday someone rang the doorbell, and when Tori answered the door, there was a naked Barbie doll in a box that had her wrists and ankles tied together with a note that said ‘you’re next.’ How is he still able to do this?”
“Bad men have money, money talks.” Crews shrugs like this isn’t new.
“I’m fucking tired of this shit. Tori can’t take much more.”
“Your girl is strong Chase. We’ll get to him soon.”
“Not soon enough. Maybe going to the police is the only option we have.” I mutter and watch my girlfriend walk back to the table with Addison.
“Trust me, Chase, you don’t want that. Addison went to the police, and they weren’t able to protect her. The best thing for Tori is if you left them out of it. Then we can handle things in a permanent way, and no one is any the wiser.”
“Do you guys want to catch that movie?” Addison asks once the girls sit down at our table again.
Tori yawns and shakes her head. “I’m exhausted. I just want to go home and sleep.”
Addison grabs her hand and squeezes. “It’s going to get better Tor. I know it feels like your life isn’t your own right now, but it will get better. Those rain clouds that are hovering, threatening to storm are going to clear. Once they do, you’ll live in the sunshine.”
Tori shakes her head and smiles sadly. “I just want him to leave me alone Addison. Why does he keep doing this? Why won’t he stop?” She whispers harshly to our table.
I massage the back of Tori’s neck and squeeze, then kiss the side of her head. “We’re going to get out of here,” I tell Crews and Addison. “Come on, Darlin’, let’s get you home.”
We slide out of the booth and say our goodbyes, then head out to my truck. When we arrive home, Tori goes to the bathroom to start her bath, and I stay in the living room to give Tori some time to herself. I’ve just opened a bottle of water when someone walks up behind me. The last thing I remember before getting knocked out is something being jabbed into my neck and Tori screaming.
When I come to, I’m dizzy, and my eyesight is blurry. I stumble to my feet and check the time to see that it’s the next morning. I’ve lost over eight hours, what the hell has happened? “Tori,” I yell, hoping like hell what I think happened didn’t really happen. My apartment is silent. I check the entire apartment and don’t find Tori, but I do see signs of a struggle in the bathroom and leading out of my room.
I dial Crews immediately. “She’s gone.” is the first thing out of my mouth the second he answers.
“When was she taken?”
“Last night. Maybe eight hours ago, fuck I don’t know for sure. It happened when we got in last night.”
“I’m coming over. Don’t fucking call the cops!”
“This seems like something to call them for Crews!”
“Do you want to get your girl back?”
“You know, I do,” I say through gritted teeth.
“The cops are bound to the law Chase. I’m not. I’ll be there in five.” Then he hangs up.
The next five minutes are the longest of my life.
Eight
Tori
One minute I’m starting a bath and the next a rag doused in chloroform covers my face, then everything goes dark. I wake up feeling dizzy, and my stomach is rolling. I try to move, but I’m strapped to a chair in a dark room I’ve never been in before. I think to yell, but decide not to chance it. What if the person who took me comes back in. I’ve been sitting in this chair for hours now. I need to pee, my legs and arms have gone numb, and my back is aching. I haven’t heard anything or seen anyone since I woke up. I don’t know what to do, and I’m terrified to make a noise.
I keep replaying the night over and over again, searching my memory for any detail that I can remember. Did I see someone that looked off at the restaurant? When we got in last night was something different in the apartment. Did I catch a glimpse of my abductor before I passed out? My mind is blank. Nothing was out of the ordinary. I saw nothing. This has to be Aaron. He’s angry that I went against what he said. Now he’s doing what he’s been threatening me for months. My mind races wondering if Chase is alive. I silently beg for him to come save me and then admonish myself for bringing this into his life. What if he’s hurt? He is the only person that would know I’m missing. There’s no one else.
A door somewhere in the room opens, and a bright light shines in. It’s so bright that I can’t see who has come into the room.
“Hello, Angel. It’s been a long time.” Comes the voice of the man I’ve been avoiding like the plague.
“Aaron, why are you doing this?”
“Oh, Angel, I don’t need a reason.” He says and laughs, sending chills down my spine.
“What do you want?” I grit out.
“I’m already getting what I want.”
; “So then what’s the plan? Are you going to keep me tied here forever or are you planning on torturing me?” My stomach drops at the possibility.
“Torture? Angel, you’ve been watching too many movies. I don’t get my hands dirty, and it would be a waste if I scarred you up.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “Why would it be a waste, Aaron?”
“Men don’t pay to be with a scarred up woman, Angel. They want someone beautiful.”
“No way in hell am I going to be your whore!” I yell, steaming at the thought.
“You always did have a flair for the dramatic.” He chuckles darkly.
Metal scrapes against concrete until I see a man coming closer with a chair. When the man sits down in front of me, Aaron finally comes into view. How could I have ever thought he was charming and handsome?
“If you were just planning on pimping me out, why date me first? Why go through this charade. You could have just taken me all those months ago instead of drawing this out.” I’m so fucking pissed. “I don’t understand,” I tell him, as a tear falls down my face.
He tisks, and it only makes me angrier. “I wanted to sample the goods, see how you were in bed. But then you wouldn’t give me what I was after. I’m nothing but patient Angel. After you broke up with me, and I have to say that was a first, I wasn’t ready to let you go.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“I’ve told you for months now what I’ve been planning.”
All of the threatening messages start bombarding me, and I become physically ill. My stomach turns, and I throw up to the side of the chair. Now all I can smell are the contents of my stomach. I feel dirty. My skin is crawling, and I’m in so much pain.
