by Skyla Madi
“You put it back.”
“If I leave it out for too long, the hole will close.” He smirked at me. “Plus, I know how badly you want to know what it feels like having it inside you.”
“Stephen.”
“Hold still, baby.”
I tilted my head so I could watch as he attached the other end of the handcuffs to the headboard. My arms were exactly above my head, which made my breasts push upwards.
“I want you to tell me if you want me to stop. Okay?”
I nodded.
“Use your words for me, baby.”
“O-okay.”
“I’ll be right back.”
He placed a kiss against my forehead before climbing off the bed. He disappeared from sight a few minutes later. There was a pulse beating between my legs. A pulse only he managed to get beating. Stephen was gone only for a few seconds. He returned and placed a few things on the bedside table.
“These are some toys I got you. Since you haven’t used your vibrator, I figured you haven’t had some alone time?”
“My mom stays home most of the time. When she’s not there, then I have to watch my sisters. I’m too scared to play with it at night.”
He nodded and then reached out to pick something up. Stephen held it out toward me.
“This is a clitoris ring vibrator. It stimulates your clit no matter what position you’re in.” He placed it down, reaching for something else. “This is a dildo; it mimics the movement of a real dick.”
The last item was something I’d heard about. It made my body tense up as he held it toward me.
“This is a butt plug.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
“I won’t ever hurt you, Alia,” he said softly.
His eyes trailed over my face and then down my body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He grabbed the toys and dropped them onto the bed within easy reach. Opening the nightstand drawer, he pulled out some condoms and also dropped them on the bed. I watched him as he walked to the edge of the bed.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he ordered. “Let me see that pretty little pussy of yours.”
This man sure had a way with words. I spread my legs until I was fully exposed to his lust-filled gaze. Stephen climbed on the bed and kneeled between my legs. He gripped my thighs and spread them a little wider. My muscles clenched. I knew I was already soaked. He hadn’t even touched me yet! Stephen grabbed something from the pile of toys. He held it up for me to see before sliding it over his finger. A second later, the sound of vibrations filled the room.
“I’m sorry for avoiding you,” he said.
My body jerked as he pressed the ring against my clit. The vibrations made instant pleasure shoot through me.
“I’m sorry for making you feel like I didn’t want you.” The ring slipped lower over my clit. “I’m sorry for making you cry.”
My back arched off the bed when one of his fingers slipped into my pussy. The vibrations and the added sensation of his finger made me explode within seconds. I tried to catch my breath when he pulled away.
“I love how responsive you are,” he muttered hoarsely.
Stephen leaned forward and grabbed a pillow. “Raise your hips, baby. Good girl.”
He placed the pillow beneath my butt, which exposed me even more. Curiosity filled me when he pressed my legs together and told me to hold them against my chest. Once again he pressed the vibrator against my clit. He shifted closer, which made my butt lift even more.
“Just relax.”
Something else entered my pussy. It felt different—smaller. He moved it in and out as he moved the vibrator up and down my clit. Another orgasm flashed through me, making me cry out. My legs were quivering from pleasure and slight pain. I was just about to relax when I felt something pushing against my asshole.
“Relax, baby. I promise you that it will feel good.”
I tugged on the handcuffs as panic flashed through me. I didn’t want him to put something in my butt. Giving out a whimper, I tried to turn away from him. It only ended up in me twisting my arms in an awkward angle.
“Alia,” Stephen said softly. “Hey, relax, baby.”
He gripped my hips and then turned me onto my back again. Stephen hovered over me with one hand cupping my cheek. “I told you to tell me if you want to stop,” he said softly.
“I panicked.”
Something flashed in his eyes, but it was gone before I could make sense of it. I felt extremely stupid for panicking instead of just telling him how I felt.
“I thought you said you’re going to tie me up and kiss every inch of my body?” I asked before he could say anything else.
His lips pulled up into that sexy smirk. “Of course, baby.”
He leaned down. I raised my lips up to his, but he didn’t kiss them. His lips brushed my cheekbones, then my nose, and then my eyelids. He bit down on my earlobe then used his tongue to trace it. I shuddered as he repeated the action.
“Where do you want me to kiss you first?” his questioned against my ear. “Your neck?” His lips trailed down my neck to my collarbone. “Or these beautiful tits?”
I cried out, arching my back as he sharply sucked a nipple into his mouth. I couldn’t keep still. My body moved beneath his as he played with my breasts. His hands squeezed while his mouth sucked and bit down on my nipples. I was soaked. I could feel the wetness trailing between my ass and onto the bed.
“Stephen.”
“Yes, baby?” He placed open mouth kisses down my stomach.
“I need…” His tongue dipped into my bellybutton.
“Need what?”
I sucked in air when he blew against my moist slit. My muscles clenched.
“I want you to fuck me,” I breathed.
“Mm,” he hummed. “With my finger?” he asked as he traced his finger over my pussy. “Or my mouth?” He licked my slit before sucking my clit into his mouth. “Or with my cock?”
I raised my head to stare down at him. Stephen gripped his dick and shifted closer. He pushed my legs up then spread then a little wider. My head dropped back onto the pillow. Stephen was grinding his dick against my pussy. His piercing hit my clit every time he pulled back.
“What shall it be, baby?” he whispered.
“Your dick,” I cried out. “I want your dick.”
“Good choice, baby.”
I heard the crinkle of paper, and seconds later he started cursing. I managed to raise my shoulders and neck to stare at him. Stephen dropped the condom he had opened back onto the bed then reached for another. His hands were shaking. He was impatient to get the condom on, and that’s why it ripped the moment he slid it over the head of his penis.
“Let me do it,” I whispered, making him pause.
He eyes caught mine. “Baby, if I let you touch me right now, I’ll explode before I’m inside you. I definitely don’t want to come yet. I want to watch you and feel you come.” Stephen reached for the third condom. He managed to get it on without ripping it. Giving me a bright smile, he gripped my leg with one hand and his dick with the other. I moaned as he pushed the mushroom tip inside.
“I’m going to show you just how much I missed you, Alia.”
***
“Stephen?”
“Mm?” His lips brushed the back of my neck.
We were lying on the bed with my back to his front. His arms were wrapped tightly around me and his face buried against the back of my neck. Our heartbeats had slowed to normal hours ago. But my body still hummed in satisfaction.
“What would you have done if the test was positive?”
His whole body tensed. Seconds later, he pulled away from me. I sat up and watched him as he started dressing.
“Stephen?”
“What does it matter, Alia?” he yelled. “It wasn’t positive.”
“I just want to know what would have happened if I got pregnant.”
He paused and then glanced up at me. “We woul
d’ve dealt with it.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Jesus, Alia, why are we talking about this? We were having a great time. You had to go and ruin it!”
I swallowed back the tears that threatened to spill over. Moving to the edge of the bed, I slowly stood on shaky legs.
“I’m sorry.” I looked up at him. “I just wanted to know if you’d be there to support me if I did get knocked up.”
“I told you we would’ve dealt with it.”
There’s that word again. “I want to know what you mean by that.”
“I would’ve paid for the abortion.”
I stumbled back as if he had slapped me. Pain flashed through me when his words fully penetrated my brain. An abortion. He would pay to get our baby killed.
“Don’t look at me like that, Alia.”
Shaking my head, I picked up my clothes. I couldn’t find my panties, and I didn’t want to stay here any longer just to look for them.
“Where are you going?” he called out as I walked out of his bedroom. I had just reached the stairs when his hand closed around my arm. He turned me around to face him.
“I’m going home, Stephen.”
“You can’t drive in this state.”
I laughed, but there was no humour in it. “What do you care?”
I ripped my arm from his hand and made my way down the stairs. Stephen was right behind me. He slammed the door shut as soon as I opened it.
“What the hell is your problem?”
“My problem is you! My problem is the fact that you would expect me to have an abortion—”
“You have school and your whole life ahead of you! Would you give that all up just for a fucking baby?”
“Yes!” I screamed, hitting his chest with my fists. “I would have given it all up for a baby. For our baby! I would never kill it even if it was still just a bunch of cells.”
“Alia—”
“No!” I pushed him away from me. “I can’t believe you said that. It would’ve been my choice whether I wanted to have an abortion or not.”
“It was my choice too!”
“Yes,” I whispered. I suddenly felt drained. “You would’ve paid for an abortion and pretended like nothing happened.”
“It wasn’t just my fault, Alia! You should’ve told me I wasn’t wearing a condom.”
“My fault,” I repeated. “Someone tried to kidnap me. I was drugged, and I was scared. I wanted comfort, Stephen. I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking about fucking protection. All I was thinking about was what could’ve happened if he had taken me. You should’ve known that, Stephen. It’s not just my responsibility to use birth control.”
I managed to drive home without crying. The conversation we just had was blocked from my mind. I wasn’t ready to remember it.
Parking the car in the driveway, I grabbed my bag then climbed out of my car. The front door was unlocked. It didn’t register until I’d already stepped into the house. I frowned. The house was completely silent. This wasn’t normal. Placing my bag softly on the floor, I made my way toward the living room.
It was empty, as was the kitchen and laundry room. I paused in the doorway of my parents’ room. I could hear the sound of faint voices coming from inside. It was hard to tell what they were saying, but it was clear they were fighting.
My life was starting to fall apart, and I didn’t know what to do about it.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“I’m ready for you to tell me,” I said softly.
My eyes were focused on my mother sitting on the bed. She had already taken a bath and was ready for bed.
“Come in, honey.” Her voice cracked slightly.
I hesitated for only a second before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. With my legs crossed, I faced her and waited expectantly.
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
If I didn’t do this now, then I would chicken out. For days, I’d been trying to find the right time to talk to my mom, but I hadn’t until now. Stress from the exams and choices I needed to make about universities was eating away at me. Three weeks ago, I walked away from Stephen and we hadn’t been in contact since then. The nightmares had returned with a vengeance. Most of my nights were spent with me staring up at the ceiling. Every moment I had with Stephen would repeat in my mind. Every word spoken until that day.
“Marlin and I were very good friends. He was the one who introduced me to his brother, Michael. I like him. He was the opposite of Marlin. After a few months, Michael asked me out. We’ve been together since then.” She glanced down at her hands for a few minutes before looking up at me. “We were happy. We got married and we had kids, but it started to go downhill. Michael was one of three officers that were chosen for an undercover mission. I knew very little about it, but I knew that it was going to be dangerous.”
“Go on,” I urged when she fell silent.
“He left a week later. I had to cope with Tyler and Brad on my own. Back then I had a job, so it wasn’t easy. I was so tired, and then I got news of the bombing. Two officers showed up at my work and told me that Michael might be dead.” She sucked in a sharp breath as her eyes filled with tears. “I was devastated, Alia. It got harder to get back to my normal routine. I lost my job, and it made me more stressed. More information came about the bombing. They said two bodies were found and that one of them might be him. Marlin was there. He was supportive and thoughtful.” Letting out a slight laugh, she finally glanced up at me. The tears in her eyes had dried. “It was just a kiss. One kiss and it should’ve stopped there, but it didn’t. We both agreed that we would never talk about it again. We were both married. It was a mistake.”
“Does he know?”
“By the time I found out about the pregnancy, Michael was back. Everything had turned to normal. I lied and told him that I was pregnant with his child.”
“So how did he find out?”
“Michael figured out that the dates didn’t add up. He confronted me, and I told him the truth.”
“Do you still have feelings for Marlin?”
“I’ve never had feelings for him, honey,” she whispered. “It was a one-time thing. It hasn’t been repeated.”
“Does he know that I’m his d-daughter?”
“No.” My mom leaned back against the pillows. “He doesn’t know, but if you want me to tell him, I will. Back then, his first wife was a barren woman. If they had found out then, he would’ve taken me to court. There was already so much going on between Michael and me, so I kept silent.”
I stared at her silently. With some hesitation, I crawled towards her. I surprised us both when I suddenly burst out into tears.
“Oh, Alia.”
I clung to her as I began to sob. With my face buried against her neck, I took in her scent. She smelled the same. It was the same floral scent she always used, but there was something different about it. My arms were wrapped around her waist. She was rubbing my back soothingly as she whispered in my ear. I’d missed this. I’d missed her hugs and her laughter and her kisses. I missed the closeness of her. Eventually our peace was disturbed by the bedroom door being pushed open. I sat up and moved away as I wiped my cheeks. Once I felt composed, I looked up. Michael stood hesitantly in the doorway. He cleared his throat before stepping into the room and closing the door softly behind him.
“I’m happy to see you ladies have finally made peace,” he said softly. “I was making plans to lock you in a room together so you could talk.”
“Well, you can cancel those plans,” Mom said with a laugh. “We talked. And we’re okay now. Right, honey?”
I nodded. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat once again. My eyes locked with his, but he looked emotionless. Would he ever be able to look at me with love and not hate?
“We need to talk to you,” he said. “Your mother and I will be leaving this weekend. We’ll be gone for two days.”
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“I have a function I have to attend.” Michael took a seat on the other side of the bed. He glanced at my mother then back at me. “We were thinking of having you stay with your aunt for the weekend.”
I shook my head even before he had finished speaking. “No. I don’t want to stay with them.”
“Well, you don’t have a choice.”
“Michael.” They shared a look that spoke volumes. Letting out a small sigh, my mother took my hand. “You can’t say with Tyler and they can’t come here.” Her hand gripped mine. “With the complications in her pregnancy, she’s been put on bed rest.”
“Pregnancy?” I whispered, surprised.
My mom gave me a small smile. “They found out only a few days ago. She didn’t know until she started feeling sick. The doctor said she’s about four months along already.”
“Wow.” I hadn’t been paying much attention to anything or anyone after I returned from the vacation. My mind was focused on the exams and Stephen. A wave of guilt flashed through me.
“Patrick won’t leave her alone. The only option is your aunt and Marlin.”
“I can stay here. I’ve been home alone many times before.”
“Yes, but not for a whole weekend, honey,” Mom said. She reached out and gently stroked my cheek. “With the number rising on young girls disappearing, I just don’t want to take that risk.”
Ice washed through my veins. The memories of that day at the mall made me shudder. I could feel my hands starting to sweat. My heart was beating in my ears. I feared they would be able to hear it too.
“Why don’t you go and get some sleep? You look tired.” I leaned into her touch. “We can talk about this tomorrow.”
“Okay. Night.”
Walking out of the room, I made my way toward the kitchen. The house was silent and almost completely dark. I stared at the contents in the fridge. Nothing seemed appetizing enough. Instead, I grabbed a bottle of ice water before making my way back to my bedroom. Before climbing into bed, I picked up the teddy bear and placed it on my bed. I changed into one of his shirts that I had borrowed from him. With his smell surrounding me and my arms wrapped around the teddy bear, I drifted off to sleep.
