by Skyla Madi
“How do you do it?”
“How do I do what, baby?”
“You don’t have any pubic hair,” I stated. “You don’t shave because you have no razor burns. That is, unless you’re very good at it.”
Stephen laughed. Taking one hand from the wheel, he placed it on my thigh. “I wax, baby,” he answered my question. “I first groomed, then I tried shaving, but waxing works the best.”
“You’d take that much pain down there?”
His laugh echoed around the cab of the truck again. I didn’t understand why he was laughing at me. Using wax strips on the most sensitive place on your body, it was insane. He squeezed my leg.
“You get hair removal cream, Alia.”
“Oh,” I whispered. I thought back to all the times I went shopping for personal items. I’d never seen hair removal cream on the shelves.
“So would you do it?” He broke through my thoughts. “Would you remove all your pubic hair?”
“I don’t want to shave,” I told him. “Last time I did that, I cut myself, and it was painful enough to never try it again.”
“Don’t worry, baby.” He flashed me a smile. “I know just the way to do it.”
The way he said that made my panties dampen. Stephen glanced at me. The heat in his eyes almost made me moan out loud. “While we’re on this topic, I want to ask you something.”
“S-sure.”
“That day in the hospital, you talked about my handcuffs.” He paused, glancing at me. “Would you be willing to try that? Would you be willing to let me tie you to the bed?”
I thought about it. BDSM was not something I’d thought about a lot. I’d read a few books and I’d watched some movies, but I knew it wouldn’t be the same. Could I do that? Would I be able to trust Stephen to take care of me while I was tied up?
“Would you hurt me?”
“You know I’d never do that, baby.”
“Can I tie you up first and—”
“No.” The word was cold and hard.
Confusion filled me when Stephen completely pulled away from me. He removed his hand and placed it back on the steering wheel. He was tense, and his face was extremely pale. Unfastening my seatbelt, I slid across the seat towards him. I gently placed my hand on his arm, which caused his body to jerk.
“Don’t touch me,” he snarled, pulling away from my touch. “Just don’t fucking touch me.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. Sliding back to my seat, I pressed my body against the door. A tear dropped down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away. This was the first time he talked to me like that. What did I do? My forehead slammed against the window when the truck swerved off the road. I gripped the door handle tightly when he hit the brakes. My body jerked forward, but I thankfully managed to prevent any further injuries. Stephen pushed open his door and got out. He slammed the door shut before making his way around the truck. I watch with blurry eyes as he started kicking a tree. When he started using his fist, I finally forced my body into action.
“S-stop!” I yelled as I stepped toward him. “Stephen, stop! Please!” I gripped his arm as I yelled at him. I managed to grip both his arms and force him to step backwards. His body was shaking just as badly as mine. I risked a glance up at his face, and what I saw made my knees buckle. His green depths were filled with fear, pain, and anger.
“S-Stephen?” He blinked, once then twice.
“Alia,” he breathed.
And then his lips were on mine. Hard and urgent. His hands pressed me tightly against his shaking body. He made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded like a whimper. Stephen gripped my thighs and hoisted me against him. I gripped his shoulders as he started moving. Seconds later, my back hit the side of the truck. His lips trailed down my neck as his hands pushed my dress up. I gasped as he ripped my panties from my body, and then his fingers were there, teasing, stroking, and making me explode twice. I was floating so high that I didn’t realize what he was doing until it was too late.
The flash of pain was the first thing that broke through my pleasure-fogged brain. Stephen grunted against my ear. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I fought to catch my breath. Pain flashed through me, making me whimper.
“Stephen,” I whispered. “You’re hurting m-me.”
For a while, I thought he didn’t hear me, but then he stopped moving. His whole body froze and then tensed. I could feel his harsh breath fanning the side of my neck. His hands squeezed my ass briefly and then he pulled back. His lips brushed my jaw, my nose, and then my cheeks. He was kissing away my tears. One of his hands moved from under my dress and up my back to my neck. Then his lips closed over mine. They merely brushed mine before disappearing.
“Alia,” he whispered. “Look at me, baby.”
I shook my head as more tears dropped. He promised me it would be special. “Let me go.” I finally got out. I forced my fingers to loosen his shirt, and then I pressed my hands against his chest. I opened my eyes and glared at him. “Let me fucking go, Stephen.”
“I’m sorry.” His hand slid down to my back as he slowly pulled back.
I winced as he pulled out of me. He slowly set me down on my feet but kept his hands on my hips. Something trailed down my thigh. I glanced down. My eyes widened when I saw the blood trailing down on the inside of my thigh. Stephen cursed under his breath. He pulled open the door and fumbled inside the truck. A minute later, he reappeared with a pack of Wet Wipes. I stood silently as he wiped the blood away. His actions from a few minutes ago had scared me and left me shocked.
“Lift your leg, baby,” he ordered softly.
I silently obeyed his order and watched as he pulled a pair of boxers up my legs. I couldn’t look him in the eyes, so after he stepped back, I stumbled into the truck. More tears continued to fall as I slammed the door shut and leaned against it. What he did was something I’d never forget. He took my virginity at the side of the road.
How could he?
Chapter Seventeen
Nathan, Kate, and Derrick were already at the beach house when we arrived. The car was parked in front of the house with the trunk and the back door standing open. My mind was still focused on what happened hours ago. I couldn’t concentrate on the house or the surroundings. All I wanted to do was get away from him. The moment he parked the truck, I pushed the door open and stumbled up the steps into the house. For a moment I was shocked by the open floor plan, but the shock broke when Stephen called out behind me. I made a beeline for the stairs and took them two at a time.
The second floor contained six doors. One of them stood open, and from inside I could hear Kate’s voice. I turned left and entered the first door. It looked like the master bedroom. Pressing my back against the door, I allowed the sob to escape. More followed, and soon after, I found myself on the floor with my knees against my chest.
“Alia?”
I pressed my mouth against my arm and squeezed my eyes shut.
“Baby, please open up for me,” Stephen begged from the other side of the door. “Alia?”
Sniffing, I wiped the tears from my cheeks and then stumbled to my feet. I hesitated with my hand on the doorknob. He has a good explanation, the voice in the back of my head whispered. Stephen would never do that to you otherwise. With a shaky breath, I pulled the door open and then turned away. Stephen closed the door silently behind him once he entered. For a few minutes, there was only silence until he broke it.
“I’m sorry, Alia.”
When I reached the bed, my legs gave way beneath me. Another sob escaped before I could stop it. A second later, I felt his arms around me. Stephen pulled me onto his lap and pressed me tightly against his chest. His face was buried against my neck as he rocked us back and forth. As my tears dried, I realized two things: my neck was damp and Stephen was crying. I pulled away from him and cupped his cheeks so I could look at him. His eyes were red-rimmed and his cheeks damp.
“Alia,” he breathed, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m s-so f-f
ucking sorry. W-what I did—no words could e-explain how sorry I am.”
“What happened?” I whispered. “We were talking and then you suddenly—” I broke off.
He swallowed and pressed his forehead against mine. “My mother died while giving birth to me, so my grandparents took me in. When they died, I was sent to foster care. What you said about tying me up, it triggered some memories.” He sucked in a breath. “I was trying…then you were there and…I’m so fucking sorry, Alia.”
Now it was my turn to comfort him as he started crying again. I straddled his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. The conversation we had floated through my mind. I had asked him if I could tie him up, and that’s what caused him to withdraw from me.
“Shh,” I whispered, stroking his hair. “It’s okay.”
Stephen pulled back to look at me. “I’ll do anything you want me to do to make it up to you, baby. Just tell me what I have to do.”
“Is this why you don’t want it to go further?” I asked instead of answering him.
He reached up to stroke my cheek with shaking fingers. “I’m pretty sure things have already moved past our arrangement.”
I blinked at him. What did he mean?
“When I first got into town, all I was thinking about was that this town better be fucking better than the last one. Small towns have less crime, and sometimes that’s pretty boring. The first day on the job was just as I thought it would be—fucking boring. So I went out with my brother and I got drunk. That’s when I met Kate.” I winced. “We were both pretty fucking drunk, but I was still aware of what I was doing. I booked us into a hotel for the night. After that, things got better. I was assigned a new case—one they had trouble solving.” Stephen ran his fingers down to the strap of my dress. “And then I found you. I was going through the website, and I stumbled across your ad. When I realized you were the chief’s daughter, I thought I’d give you the biggest scare of your life. I thought that with your father as a cop, you’d at least have a better idea of the danger out there.”
“We were never close.”
“I noticed that.” He nodded. “I kinda wrote a speech on my way to the café, everything I could think of that could scare you. And then I saw you.” He smiled. “The moment you looked up at me with these beautiful eyes, all the words flew from my mind. I knew that I had to walk away from you, but I couldn’t. There’s something about you that pulls me in. I’m a cop, so I knew how much trouble we would be in if we got caught, but I still made the suggestion. Hell, baby, the moment I saw you, I wanted to take you right there.”
“I thought you couldn’t stand to look at me,” I whispered, “in the bathroom.”
Stephen chuckled. “It was the opposite. I wanted to fuck you, so I tried to think of anything but you. You were half naked and you were right there. All I had to do was strip your pants.”
“I felt like you didn’t want me because of how I look.”
He shook his head then leaned forward to trail his lips over my cheek. “I told you, baby, I fucking love your body.”
“Stephen—”
He silenced me by smashing his lips on mine. I moaned, gripped his hair as I pressed my body closer to his. Breaking the kiss, he stared at me with strange emotion in his eyes.
“I know I said we shouldn’t involve feelings, that we should keep this casual. But if you’re willing, I’d like to take things further. I’d like to see how this goes.”
“You really mean it?”
“Alia Dune, will you do me the honour of becoming my girlfriend?”
A smile broke out across my face as my heart swelled with happiness. I fought the urge to stand up and dance around. Leaning down, I pressed my lips against his. Stephen allowed me to control the kiss, but only for a few minutes before he took over. I could feel him swell against me, and that made excitement and panic fill me. My muscles clenched as I remembered the feel of him inside me. There was still pain, but I knew once the pain faded, it would only be pleasurable.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!”
I broke away and buried my face against his neck as he chuckled. We didn’t hear the door open until it was too late. I heard Nathan muttering under his breath as he walked down the hall.
“Are you sharing my room?”
“No, but I’ll sneak in when everyone’s asleep.” He kissed my cheek before placing me on the bed.
With a wink, he walked out of the room. The moment the door closed behind him, I let out a squeal. We’re actually fucking dating! I sat up on the bed and glanced around. The room was almost the same size as mine at home. A king-size bed was pushed up against the wall between a medium-sized window with a window seat and French doors that led out onto a balcony. One wall was decorated in only dark grey cabinets, and the other wall held photo frames and other small shelves with ornaments. A door to the left led into a spacious bathroom that was the same color scheme as the bedroom.
I kicked off my sandals and curled my toes into the soft carpet. The heat of the day was catching up on us, even if it was only past ten. Pulling my sandals back on, I headed out of the room and downstairs. I was surprised by the open plan of the first floor. The staircase was set in the middle; to the right was the living room, and to the left was a sort of game room. Behind the stairs was the kitchen and then sliding doors that led out onto a wooden patio. I turned to study the living room. There was a stone fireplace right in front of me with a flat screen TV mounted above it. Leather couches were placed neatly around to face it. In the middle was a small coffee table that held a bowl of fake flowers. The floor was covered with the same rug that was in the bedroom upstairs. I turned to face the game room.
The windows were large—it gave a perfect view of the front yard. Sunlight streamed in from between the trees, which gave the room a nice glow. A small step led down onto a white tiled floor. There was a pool table to the left and a smaller poker table to the right. A pinball game was pushed against the wall between two smaller windows.
The kitchen looked like something out of a magazine. There was an island with six barstools placed around it neatly. To the left stood a table with six chairs placed neatly around it. A bowl of fake fruit was placed in the middle on top of a blue cloth.
I stepped into the kitchen and trailed my hand over the black and white marble countertop. The kitchen contained all the best appliances that were on the market. I was eager to go outside and explore the beach, but I needed to help the guys first. Half an hour later, all our things were packed away. Stephen had dropped my bag in the room we were in earlier and chose the bedroom next to mine.
Kate and Derrick would be sharing a room, and Nathan had his own. Once everything was packed away, we all gathered in the kitchen. I took a seat at the island so I could watch Nathan as he made sandwiches. Derrick was standing on a chair next to him, completely focused on helping him. It felt strange being here with my teacher, but I was glad he came along. Derrick seemed to have taken to him instantly—much to Kate’s disappointment. I could tell by her expression that she never really wanted to bring her son along.
“We still need to get some things.” Stephen entered the kitchen. “Sebastian forgot to stock up.”
Goosebumps broke out over my skin when Stephen pressed a kiss to my neck. He wrapped an arm around my waist and buried his face against my neck.
“Did they say when they’ll arrive?” Nathan questioned.
“Around noon,” Stephen muttered. “Alia and I will go get the groceries.”
“I’ll come along,” Kate said. “I need to get some things.”
“No.” Stephen pulled away from me. “There’s a local shop just down the road. I’m only getting the basics, and by that, I mean food and such. We can go explore the town a bit tomorrow.”
***
I followed Stephen silently down the aisles with the cart. He grabbed things from the shelves and threw them inside before walking on. By the time the cart was half full, he seemed to be satisfied.
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��Is there anything specific you want?” he asked me as he glanced over his shoulder.
“If I want something else, I’ll buy it myself.” I was already feeling guilty that he had to buy all this stuff.
Stephen stopped and then turned to face me. He cupped my cheek and tilted my chin upwards so I looked up at him.
“You’re my girl, and I have the right to spoil you if I want to,” he said.
He pecked my lips and then turned again. I followed him down another aisle. It wasn’t until we were halfway down it that I realized which aisle we were in. Stephen suddenly stopped. I pulled the cart to a stop just before it could hit him.
“What are you doing?”
“You said you wanted to know what it felt like to be completely bare, and since you don’t want to shave, we’re looking at other options,” he said, pointing to the shelves.
I bit my lip as I walked closer to him. For a second, I hesitated but then turned to look at my options. One shelf held different kinds of lube; another held different boxes of condoms. And the one we stood in front of held wax and other hair removal options. I was pretty sure I looked like a tomato at the moment. This was usually the aisle I avoided whenever I did shopping.
“So?” My eyes trailed over the choices. They all pretty much seemed the same to me. I shrugged then risked a glance at him. He was smirking down at me.
“I dunno, what do you use?”
He reached out and picked up a light blue box. Reading it over, he held it out to me. The instructions were pretty simple, and it was a natural product, so chances of infection were slim.
“Okay,” I said, turning to dump it into the cart.
“We need something else also.” He took a step to the left. “Do you want flavored or glow in the dark condoms?”
My mouth fell open and then slammed closed. I glanced around. A couple stood at the end of the aisle talking softly amongst themselves.
“Baby, which do you want?”
“You’re serious?” I asked in disbelief.
