Defying Fate

by Lis, Heidi

  She turns her head, so her hair flares out, which is her way of flirting. “I’m new to town and looking for a good time while I’m here. Are you up for a good time Liam?”

  Liam is the one now whistling loudly. “I like a girl who wants to have fun; I have been known to be an excellent host.” He eyes her body, saying, “I think you and I could have a lot of fun.”

  Pounding my hand on the table, I’m laughing so hard I might fall off my stool. “Good Lord, you two are like two horn dogs waiting to hump the other’s leg.”

  Kara immediately responds. “Now Izzy, girl you know it won’t be a leg I’m humping.”

  Liam is smiling like the cat that ate the canary. Giving Braxton a slight nod, he says, “Damn, liking this woman already. Izzy girl, so glad you introduced us. I might have to kiss your cheek just to thank you.”

  “Lips on your girl leave mine alone.” Braxton offers up his witty comment.

  Sam brings us a round of beers and the way Liam and Kara are into each other; we might need to leave sooner rather than later as their light-hearted teasing is heating up the room.

  Interrupting the stare down between her and Liam, Kara holds up her finger taking a drink. “Are you guys coming over to Izzy’s tomorrow night for dinner and the game?”

  “What game, and if it includes eating count us in,” Braxton says in an easygoing manner.

  Kara’s look is perplexed. “Um, well. Has Izzy not told you all about our obsessions with the Blackhawks? Damn, my girl makes us the same pre-game spread; I’m shocked she has not shared it with you.” Knowing the answer is no, she shakes her head with a disgusted look on her face. “Christ my girl moves out here and forgets all about the Hawks.” Directing her evil glare at me, she says, “Kaner would be ashamed.”

  Braxton hears a guy’s name and looks irritated. Jeez, jealous much!

  Wrinkling his nose, Braxton asks, “Who the hell is Kaner?”

  Oh, just shoot me now. “Ugh, she is talking about my favorite hockey player. Patrick Kane, number 88. Yeah, I’m sort of obsessed with him.” What can I say, watching him on the ice is so damn hot.

  “Obsessed is putting it mildly; the girl has his jerseys, shirts, socks, hats, and let's not forget my favorite… Panties.” She says with a wicked eyebrow rise.

  “Panties?” Braxton pulls his body in, then slowly releases a deep breath.

  “Gotta’ like panties.” Liam chuckles, before finishing off his beer and slamming it on the table.

  “Izzy,” Braxton whispers in my ear almost laughing. “Tell me about your Kane panties?”

  I blush bright red, I know because my ears feel like they are on fire. “Oh, Good Lord, I have a few pairs and on game day, well, you know. I do my part so they can win.” Taking a gigantic sip of my beer does nothing to hide my embarrassment as all sets of eyes are on me.

  Kara pounds her fist on the table. “Oh Shit, tell him what you told the guy at the store that one time. No. Better yet let me.” She doesn’t take a breath as she can’t wait to share this story.

  “So we are shopping at this store that sells all sorts of Blackhawks merchandise. Sweet Izzy here goes up to the sales clerk all smiles and the innocent looking, asks him if he has any Kane panties. He chokes and is turning all sorts of red because he is super young. She then, just to play with him, she tells him that she wants him to cane her ass. I know she means she wants Kane on the ass of her panties, but by the look on his face he took it like it’s some ‘BDSM’ thing. Totally priceless wish I took a picture of his face.” Kara is laughing so hard she has to hang on to Liam’s shoulder for support.

  Shrugging my shoulder, I reply, “What can I say; I wanted his name printed on my ass.”

  Braxton just snickers under his breath. “You are shameless, how about I cane your ass instead?”

  ”Well now, that just won’t do since your last name is not Kane, and your first name is not Patrick. But I might consider it if you can handle the puck like he does?” I am feeling my buzz from my many beers, of course, daring anything sexual with Braxton is like playing with fire, only problem is? I would love any form of fire coming from him.

  His throaty growl gives way to his slow smile. ”Oh sweetheart, I am going out to buy you some panties that say ‘Property of Brax’. How does that sound?” He then bites my earlobe, hard!

  Feeling his teeth clamp down on my soft ear, I don’t yell out because it hurt. No, instead I let out a moan, like it felt so damn good I am dying for more.

  “That might be okay, but on game day? Kane will be on my ass; it's tradition. Can’t change it because that would be bad luck.”

  Liam has Kara in a sideways hug laughing as if this is the funniest thing he has ever heard.

  I’m going to have to wipe that shit-eating grin off of his face. “Hey, I wouldn’t laugh too hard. Kara has “Crawford” on her ass on game days.”

  Liam holds back his laugh eyeing me as he knocks Braxton on his shoulder with his fist. “We have our hands full with these two, you realize this, right?”

  “No Shit.” Braxton huffs.

  With his hands clenching briefly, then releasing, Braxton asks, “Hey Izzy, what kind of snacks are we having for the big game?”

  Smiling, a playful grin, I say, “BBQ ribs, coleslaw, baked potatoes, relish tray, nacho’s and of course beer. Lot and lots of beer.” Braxton has me in his lap.

  With a nod of his head, Liam seems excited. “Hell to the yes, count me in. Girl you had me with beer and the panties, but ribs added to the mix? Hell sounds like Heaven to me. Might even cheer for your Blackhawks, but I am a Kings fan. Maybe if you modeled those panties I could change that.” His eyes squint with the challenge.

  Braxton gives a soft head shake. “Easy there buddy. Kara can show her panties all she wants, Izzy’s ass is for my viewing pleasure only.”

  I mutter out a ‘hum’ noise. “No way-honey, its tradition. We get down to our panties by the end of the third if they are winning. Just the way it goes down with us.”

  “Say what? So you both get down to your panties and strut around. Just the two of you, is there something you want to tell me about you two? Just how close are you?” Looking at Kara and then back at me puzzled.

  We both laugh; Kara, and I are fun and crazy. That being said, we are not into women.

  “Don’t want to ruin your wild dreams honey. We party hard, but we like dicks, not vaginas. Sorry.” I kiss his lips quickly as I hold his head in my hands trying not to laugh.

  “Shit, just when I thought I might get a show with my ribs tomorrow night. Well, I like vaginas, so we are all good. Dick’s don’t do much for me.” Liam says with giddiness.

  “I got a vagina!” Oh my, my girl is drunk and horny. Liam is in for a wild night with this hard to control woman.

  “Kara’s vagina is up for your viewing pleasure.” I can’t believe I just said that, but it just came out. All this talk of vagina’s and dicks. Lord help me.

  “Yes it is; Liam just lets me know. My Crawford panties can say Liam instead.” Kara just throws this out there like they have known each other forever, instead of five minutes. Shit is funny though.

  “Damn straight,” Liam says shaking his head emphatically. He mouths ‘like her’ over her shoulder with a broad grin.

  Braxton's head is moving like he is watching a Ping-Pong match. Between my one-liners, Kara lines, and now Liam’s one-liners, he is lost somewhere in between.

  “Okay, you bunch are shit crazy. You all can keep your dick and vagina’s to yourselves. Izzy’s vagina is the only one I am interested in,” his wide-eyed look has us all spontaneously laughing.

  With a playful tone, Braxton exchanges looks with Liam and Kara. “You two go crazy, didn’t realize how fucking perfect you two were going to be for each other. God I need a drink; a strong drink.” Braxton nods over at Sam to bring us another round of beers.

  I kiss his cheek and slide closer to him.

  “You a good cook, sweetheart?” Braxton whispers in
my ear.

  “Not too bad, I like my ribs. Cook those suckers all day in beer. Ribs melt right off the bone and melt in your mouth. Beer, hockey, and ribs; damn good time.”

  “I know something else that could melt in your mouth.” He then licks my ear.

  I give a satisfied cat like stretch as shivers lace my spine.

  “Izzy, you seriously cook your ribs in beer girl?” Liam asks me letting me know where his mind is at.

  “Sure do.”

  “Damn girl, you sold me. What time should I be there?”

  “Oh, six I think. I have tomorrow off so anytime you want. Kara is staying with me and by the looks of you two; you might be spending the night at my house. So you might already be there.” I wink at him and then cheer my beer towards my friend who is dazzled with Liam.

  Not to be left out, Braxton whispers, “Can I have a sleepover as well?”

  “Why Braxton Ryles do you want to sleep over in me, I mean with me?” No one misses my little slip up.

  “Yeah, babe I sure do. Unfortunately, I got to get home to Eve. Tiffany is bugging me about seeing her tomorrow, so I got to get home. My mother is with her now. But I will be taking you and tucking you in first.” Looking at his face, his eyes dance with mischief and the panty melting smile he is giving me has me dripping wet. Geez I can’t keep my panties dry when he is around.

  I pout-out my lips. ”Better make it good, so I can dream about it all night long, without you.”

  “You know it.” Those strong, demanding lips of his are begging me to take them and who the hell am I to displease. In a proactive move, I seize his lips begging for more. To my pleasure, he growls into my mouth as he grinds with his growing erection.

  “Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like Brax has his whore back.” The voice is screeching and plain old bitchy. Should have known with Braxton here with me, she would not be far behind.

  I can feel his body tense on hearing her voice. He pulls back whipping his head in her direction. “What the fuck are you doing here?” His voice is not welcoming at all. Note to self; do not interrupt him when he is devouring my mouth. Check!

  “Oh please, it’s a free world Brax. Followed your ass, I knew you were lying to me about seeing this worthless bitch.”

  Wow, she is such a nasty witch. I find it uncomfortable to swallow and have a compulsion to flee right about now.

  It’s Kara who has her hands up, backing away with a shudder. “Who the fuck are you bitch, wait, hold on, you must be the witch who is making my best friend miserable.” Not staying still, Kara is over to the blonde bitch faster than lightening.

  “Oh Shit,” Liam says as he wasn’t fast enough to grab Kara’s arm.

  “Fuck.” Braxton huffs out.

  Dry washing my hands, I simply say, “Jesus, there goes my sleepover dreams.”

  It’s Tiffany’s daunting scowl at Kara that holds everyone’s attention. “Oh, how sweet, are you here to fight her battles? You don’t scare me.”

  “You should be fucking scared of me bitch; you have no idea the things I can do.” Kara is dead serious, unfortunately, her brother has taught her how to fight and fight dirty if needed.

  “Please; just go away. My God, Brax what have you got yourself into with these two? Liam are you seriously into her, I mean shit brother your standards have sunk.” She uses her hand to scan Kara’s body.

  “Brother?” Kara is startled and looks over at him and then me.

  Holding up my drink, I tell her, “Yeah, blonde raving bitch is hot Liam’s sister. Welcome to my world.” Taking a long drink of my beer.

  Kara shows the palm of her hand, “Shit, well, hopefully, her brother won’t mind if I kick her ass!”

  “I might pay to see it.” Liam responds.

  All sets of eyes turn toward him. Wow, can’t believe he just said that.

  “Tiff’ get the hell out of here; I will see you tomorrow with Eve, got nothing for you here. Leave us alone and just move on. I will not tell you twice.” Braxton gets up and moves so he is right in her face, hands on his hips.

  “Pfft, this little stunt is going to cost you.” Pointing her nasty finger toward me. What the hell, I’m just sitting here?

  “Just be warned, I will make sure your latest whore knows where her place is. Enjoy her while you can.” Tiffany turns to strut away.

  Liam is now standing up to his sister. “Jesus Christ Tiffany, get out of here before I let Kara kick your ass. Don’t fucking threaten Izzy ever again, you hear me. Don’t mess with Brax either, not anymore.”

  “Fucking come near my friend again and I will do more than kick your ass. Don’t push me, you won’t like the results.” Kara comes across cold, very scary.

  I like the entertainment, but I’m suddenly bored and ready to leave.

  “Thanks Tiffany for ruining our night. The sooner you leave, the sooner Braxton can take me home and put me to bed.” Baring my teeth, I smile and wink; fuck her. Taking one last drink of my beer it’s no longer cold. Yuck.

  “Bitch, beware!” Tiffany shouts heading for the door.

  She then looks over her shoulder, yelling this time. “Time’s ticking Izzabella, I know your secret!” Walking out the door all I hear is her laughing.

  What the fuck did she just call me?

  Izzabella!

  Fuck, only one person, called me that.

  Oh no, what has she done!

  Kara goes white; I turn green, as our eyes lock in utter shock.

  I CAN HARDLY BELIEVE she got up and left the way she did; fucking Izzabella. After all I have done for her. I shatter my glass of scotch as I throw it against the wall; trying to release my pent-up anger. The shards of glass reminiscent of what my heart feels like, this strange sense of abandonment is new to me, it’s not a welcome feeling either. Never thought I would have to drop everything just to find my girl. Bitch is forcing me to do things I don’t want to do to her. Holding my head, my extremities are shaking with rage. Punching a wall might help my desire to seek vengeance. My aggressive workouts, since she has left, have done nothing to ease my real feelings for Izzabella. One side of me wants to cherish her sensual body, the other side of me wants nothing more than to punish her. Either way, she is not going to like what I do to her once she returns home to me, and she will return home to me. I will be forced to discipline her and for once in my life, I am struggling with that fact. It’s never been an issue before; I craved her punishments. My sadistic desire as fucked up as it may be; is the only way I know how to be.

  Her ungrateful excuse of a family has been all over my shit, asking me how she is. Fuckers never liked the girl, especially after she got her brother killed. They need to leave me be.

  Little did they know it was me who killed the bastard; how dare he come and try to take what is mine away from me. Killing him was easy; my job required me to show no mercy it’s who I am. Not only for me, but Izabella needed to watch to see what happens when someone tries to take what is mine away from me. A lesson needed to be taught, so it was done.

  Her family thinks I am the one to save their damaged and troubled daughter, writing her off as a bad seed. It makes me sick, how can they just turn their backs on their family, their own blood? But in a way I did the same thing to my sister. Kara being Izzabella’s best friend was inconvenient at most. Not liking to share my girl, even if it was with my sister. Kara wanted to challenge me; she has dared me more times than I like to think. I would admire her for that too, if it weren't for the part where she wants to take Izzabella from me too. Families are messy, butt-in when they shouldn’t. Izzabella Parker’s family was notorious for sticking their noses in where it had no business, diffusing fires with them over the years was exhausting at best. The fucked up part is, I am the devil in all of this and they see me as their daughter’s savior.

  Pretty fucked up, but if they want to think of me as the White Prince, who the fuck am I to argue with them? In the beginning, it was so easy with Izzabella. She was sweet and innocent
. It didn’t turn into something more until she graduated high school. My beautiful Izzabella always was so quiet and shy. I took hold of her and turned her into this sexy creature. Her inhibitions and insecurities held her back before me, after some training, she was exactly what I wanted, when I wanted it, how I wanted it. She became the woman I desired, the girl I cherished. Only my way of showing it was unconventional. Some call me a sadist fuck, as if I needed a label for what I am.

  Sitting at my desk, spinning my pen, my thoughts drift back to the simpler times. In my way, I guess I do honestly love her; in my own sick way. Emotions and love never entered into my mind with anyone. I fucked when I wanted, with who I wanted. Izzabella knew better than to question me if she did well; she did not like the results.

  Two punishments were all it took from my hands and knife before she got the idea, yeah I must admit those times with her when it was all punishment was the fucking best. It was her; punishing her that made it all the better. No one got me off like my Izzabella did. She excited me, seeing her afraid in my hands, knowing she would do what I wanted, when I wanted it, rocked my fucking world.

  I added in the knife when my threats became futile. Never believing I was going to use it was her first mistake. She disobeyed me with my sister of all people, knew I was pissed beyond belief. I tied her hands to the bed; she was so breathtakingly beautiful. She was under my control, my dick was never so fucking hard in my life. She mocked me and dared me to get on with it. Yeah, she took my punishment fucks like a champ. That night though, her drunken state had allowed her mouth to run wild.

  I could not let that stand so I turned up my punishment; I grabbed my favorite knife and slid it along her naked chest. The blade barely caressing her pale skin, I ran it down between her firm yet plump breasts. Her breathing hitched; panicked; her body trembling like a leaf. I loved seeing her in this state of fear, so I continued. I ran it down to her core and split her panties right off her body. She abruptly jerked with a stifled cry. It was a glorious sight to behold.