Hewitt: Jagged Edge Series #1

by A. L Long

  "I told you not to move, Lilly. The next one won't be as gentle," he commanded.

  I’ve never been spanked before, but there was something about his words and the feel of the sting against my cheek that made me want him to do it again. Pushing my luck, I moved my hips even more. In one swift move, I was on my stomach. Peter was holding on to my hips, pulling them up towards him. With my hips in the air, I felt the sting of his hand come down on my cheeks, first on the right, then on the left. "I think you like being punished for your misbehavior," Peter whispered.

  When another slap came down on my tingling cheek, it was over. My gates opened and I could no longer hold back my release. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. The minute my scream of pleasure rang, Peter was inside me, thrusting and driving inside with no mercy. I could feel my body climax again the deeper Peter drove into me. When my name rolled off his lips, I knew he met his pleasure as well.

  We laid there motionless as our bodies began to come down. Peter was on top of me with his chest to my back, his cock still wedged inside me. As my breathing began to even out, the tears began to fall. I wasn't sure what was happening to me. Peter must have sensed something was wrong, because no sooner than the tears came, his body was off of mine and I was wrapped in his arms.

  "Lilly, what is it? Did I hurt you?” he asked compassionately.

  "No. That was amazing, Peter. I liked what you did to me," I said, propping up on my elbows.

  Peter kissed the top of my head and pushed himself from the bed. I wasn't sure what was going on with him, but his change in mood was evident. "Where are you going?" I asked, confused.

  "I need to get to the hardware store so we can change your locks," he claimed, pulling his jeans on.

  "Right now? You have to do it now?" I asked.

  "No better time than the present."

  Before I could get off the bed, he was already out the door. I wasn't sure what just happened. All I knew was it had to stop.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Lilly

  Peter never came back to my condo after leaving so quickly. Just like before, I hadn’t seen him for a couple of days. I tried calling him several times, but my calls always went to voice mail. Even my conversation with Cop led nowhere. At least I knew he was alive. The locks on my door were changed, and an extra deadbolt was placed on the door, all evident by the new set of keys lying on my kitchen counter next to a note saying,

  Here are your new keys. Please make sure all three locks are secure when you leave, PH.

  I spent the whole day at the gallery thinking about Peter and needing to speak with him. I knew there would be a good chance that he would be at the gym. Gathering my bag and making sure all the doors were locked, I walked to my car. Just as I opened the door, I heard Pierre's voice behind me.

  "Lilly, wait," he yelled from the alley.

  Stopping, I turned and waited for him to reach me. When he got close enough, I said, "Hi Pierre, I'm kind of in a hurry."

  "I thought we could grab a bite to eat," he offered.

  "It will need to be some other time. I really need to go." As much as I wanted to go with him, it was really a bad time. This thing with Peter was something that I really needed to take care of.

  "Wait," he began, “Where are you going? Maybe we could meet after you take care of what you need to."

  "I'm going to the gym. I really need to speak to Peter." I'm not sure why I was telling him of my plans, but I felt that he should know.

  "Are you back together with him?" Pierre questioned, with what looked like an angry look in his eyes. "Is that why you were with him, having breakfast?"

  "How did you know about that?" I asked.

  "I saw you with him the other day. I saw you walk into that café with him," Pierre admitted.

  "So I did see you the other day, in your car? Were you following me?"

  "Of course not," Pierre's declared, becoming even more angry.

  "Pierre, I really need to go. Can I get a rain check?" I asked.

  "Of course, I'll call you later," he said.

  Looking back at him in my rear-view mirror, I could see his demeanor had changed. His hands were balled into fists like he was ready to hit something or someone. Maybe I didn't know him as well as I thought.

  When I got to the gym, it didn't surprise me that the place was packed. Since I was in a hurry to get there, I didn't change into my workout clothes. Heading to the woman's locker room, I scanned the area to see if I could see Peter. I knew that if he were here, he would be working in the weight room which was on the other side of the gym. I decided to change first and then head there.

  Even though the weight room was packed with hard bodies, not one of them belonged to Peter. As much as I was disappointed not to find him here, I decided to work out my frustrations on the indoor running track. After a couple of times around the track, I learned that even running in circles couldn’t pacify my frustration. Calling it quits, I headed back to the locker room to take a quick shower and head home.

  Cop was still standing in front of my door when I got to the condo. He must be really dedicated to his job, I thought to myself. Why else would anyone stand in front of a door for hours on end? Moving past him without a word, I took the keys from my bag and began unlocking the locks. I swung the door open and stepped inside. Before I closed it, I saw Pierre walking towards me with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. I opened the door wider, so he could see me.

  "Lilly," he began. "I came to apologize for my behavior earlier," he said, giving Cop an evil look.

  I stepped aside so he could enter. Facing him, I said, "You didn't need to come all the way here just to apologize."

  "I felt it was necessary to do it face to face," Pierre said, leaning towards me and placing a soft kiss on my cheek. "These are for you."

  Taking the flowers from him, I walked to the kitchen to locate a vase. Finally finding one, I filled it full of water and placed the bouquet of pink roses in the vase. Looking over to where he was standing, I asked, "Would you like a glass of wine?"

  He turned to face me. "I would love one. Who’s the guy?" he asked.

  “Nobody,” I said, not wanting to go into detail as to why Cop was standing in front of my door.

  Grabbing two glasses from the cupboard, I filled them half full with wine. I walked over to where he was standing by the window and handed him his wine. "Let's sit," I said, taking him by the hand.

  "So, how about that rain check?" Pierre asked.

  "I don't feel much like going out," I admitted.

  "Well, how about we order in?" Pierre suggested.

  "Okay, I think I have some menus for takeout in the kitchen. Is there anything you prefer?” I ask, pushing myself to my feet.

  "Whatever you like is fine," he said.

  Grabbing my phone from my bag, I called the Italian place we decided on. As I looked at my phone, I could see that I had missed a call from Peter. I was just about ready to return his call, when I decided it was better if I let him stew. After all, I had been calling him for two days with no answer. Placing our order, I grabbed the wine bottle and sat next to Pierre. Filling our glasses, I tipped the glass to my lips and drank half of its contents. Looking over to Pierre, I said, "I think we are going to need another bottle."

  I had no care in the world by the time our delivery order showed up. Pierre handed the delivery guy a hundred dollar bill and told him to keep the change. The meal went by in a complete blur. I knew I drank quite a bit of wine, but my head wasn't normally this foggy. Standing up to take our empty plates to the kitchen, I stumbled backwards. Pierre's hands wrapped around my body and pulled me closer. His lips were on mine. His kiss was gentle and soft. I could feel his hold on me tighten as he lifted my body from the floor. I wasn't sure what was going on with me, but I couldn't fight him off, nor did I want to.

  Pierre's mouth lowered down my body to my neck. I could feel his cock pressing against me through his trousers. Just the thought of having sex
with this man was beginning to make me wet with desire. My body began to sway as he began moving toward my bedroom. I wanted to protest, but I didn't have the will. Kicking the door open with his foot, he entered my room and gently placed me on the bed. I must have passed out for a moment, because when he called out to me, all of his clothes were off and he was leaning over me. As much as I didn't want this to happen, I couldn't take my eyes off his gorgeous body.

  Pierre swiped a stray hair from my face and began kissing me once again. It was like my body wasn’t my own. "No, Pierre, I can't do this," I slurred.

  "Shh…, Mon amour, I know what you need," Pierre whispered.

  Lifting my hips, Pierre slid my pants from my hips, down my body, and tossed them to the floor. With my bare skin exposed to him, he began placing kisses up my body to the top of my thighs. Just the feel of his lips on my skin was making my body burn with desire. When he got to my sex, he kissed me through the material of my lacy underwear before he slipped them off. Working his way up my body, he began unbuttoning my blouse. Cradling my body next to his, he slipped the soft fabric over my shoulders and down my arms. Still holding me close, he unfastened my bra and tossed it to the floor next to the rest of my discarded clothing. Something in my head was telling me this was wrong. His mouth moved to the valley between my breasts, where he began sucking and licking before moving on to my taut nipple. As he placed his mouth over the bud, my back arched into him, consuming his every touch.

  I could feel the wetness between my legs rise as his words filled my head. "You are mine, Mon amour. One day you will realize that."

  Unable to speak, I could feel him begin to push inside me. His movements were slow and tender. All I could think about, was wanting more. Moving my hips to his motion, his movements increased. The enormity of his cock began to stretch me as he pumped deeper and deeper inside me. The pleasure he was giving me outweighed the pain of being stretched to accommodate him. I could no longer move. Pierre continued to thrust harder and deeper inside. I began feeling a prick on my shoulder, and then another on my breast, and then again on my stomach. Sending a surge through my body, my release took over and spilled from my body. I knew he had also reached his release when his penis began pulsating, spilling his seed inside me.

  ~****~

  I could hear my cell phone ringing to the sound of Adele’s ‘Hello,’ but only faintly. At first I thought I might have been dreaming. Opening my eyes, my vision was blurry. Sitting up in my bed, my head began to throb like someone beat me with a hammer. I just wanted everything to be quiet. Stumbling from my bed, I headed to the kitchen where I found my phone. Adele began singing again. Looking down at the screen, Peter's name appeared. As shitty as I felt, I was in no mood to talk to him. Silencing the ringer, I slowly made my way back to my bed. No sooner than I got under my covers, there was a pounding on the door. Taking my pillow, I covered my head with it, hoping that whoever it was would leave.

  The pounding, finally stopped a few minutes later. Thankful that it stopped, I removed my pillow from my head so I could at least breathe better, only to find Peter, standing at the end of the bed with his arms crossed at his chest. I normally would have been pissed at him for coming into my home without an invite, but my body and head hurt so bad, I didn't have the strength to yell at him.

  "Lilly, why haven't you answered my calls? I've been calling you all morning," he scolded me.

  "I must not have heard my phone ring." I didn't know what else to tell him. I couldn't remember anything beyond having takeout with Pierre.

  Pushing myself from my bed the best I could, I attempted to get to the bathroom. I knew something was wrong the minute I heard Peter's voice.

  "God, Lilly, what happened to you?"

  Looking down at my naked body, I was more concerned about the state of my attire than the bite marks along my neck, chest, and stomach. I felt like I was going to be sick. Placing my hand over my mouth, I ran to the bathroom just in time for my stomach to spill its contents. I could feel Peter behind me as he gently took hold of my hair to keep it away from the bile that was spilling inside the toilet. I wasn't sure what was happening to me, but I had never felt this shitty after drinking.

  Helping me stand, Peter held me while turning on the water to the shower. I wasn't even sure if I could stand long enough to even take a shower. Peter must have noticed my queasiness, because he began stripping off his clothing. Lifting me, he walked inside the shower. Carefully placing my feet on the shower floor, he adjusted the shower head so that the warm water was spraying directly at me.

  The whole time in the shower, Peter never let go of me. I knew it was a struggle for him, especially when he tried washing my hair. After we were finished, Peter helped me out by lifting me into his arms. He grabbed a towel and began drying me off. Even though I still felt like shit, I wasn't dead. The way his muscles flexed as he rubbed the water off my body, made my insides come to life. God, he was gorgeous. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he took another towel and wrapped it around my hair. I didn't like being dependent on him, but the way he was making me feel, I could get used to this attention.

  Not only did Peter help me take a shower, he also helped me brush my teeth and comb my hair. I could tell he was thoroughly enjoying my being helpless.

  By the way he was looking at me, he was done being the caregiver. Settling me back in bed, he demanded, “Do you mind telling me what happened?"

  "I don't know. All I can remember was that Pierre came over to apologize for yesterday. I remember having dinner together. I don't remember anything after that."

  "Well, let me refresh your memory, Lilly," Peter said with anger, making me pull the covers tighter around my shoulders. "Your boyfriend didn't leave until early this morning. And by the looks of your body, he took you for one hell of a fuckin' ride with his cock."

  "I told you, I can't remember," I shouted, tears spilling from my eyes.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Peter

  After leaving Lilly's, I took a long ride on my Harley. It was the only way I could clear my mind. I thought I knew the girl I was falling in love with. Something happened last night between her and that motherfucker. I never saw so many bite marks on one body at one time. Even though they didn't break the skin, I could see that they were bad enough to cause bruising. I knew I had no room to talk. I've done my share of kinky stuff with women. That all changed when I met Lilly. It just didn't make sense that Lilly would allow something like this to happen to her. The last time we were together was the first time I had punished her. It was toned down compared to what I was capable of. When she said she enjoyed it, it did something to me. I should never have spanked her. I thought I was past all that, but somehow she brought it back. That's why I need to keep my distance from her. I'm too dangerous for her. I could end up really hurting her.

  I thought for sure the ride would clear my head, but the only thing it did was make me think about Lilly. Heading back to the city, I decided to stop at the shop and do a little research on Mr. Pierre Marchand. Even though I knew he had Lilly believing he was a good guy, I had my doubts. Something just didn’t sit right about the whole rape thing, either.

  Pulling up to the shop, I could see that Sly, Hawk, and Ash were around. I didn’t know what I would do without my men. We all served together in Iraq and developed a bond that no one could ever break. All of us have had our share of bad luck. I think that’s why we were so close. We were a family, nine brothers, willing to die for one another. That’s how Jagged Edge Security started.

  When I opened the door, Ash was cleaning the barrel of an AK-47, while Hawk and Sly were playing a game of pool. When I started the security company and asked my brothers to join me, I got their input on how they wanted it ran. I will never forget the stink Hawk gave about putting a pool table in the shop. He figured that since most of our time would be spent here, there might as well be something to do to occupy their time. He claimed it was therapeutic.

  Walking up to Hawk and Sly
, I asked, "So where are the rest of the guys?"

  "Mike went to grab some food, Ryan and Josh had a family thing to do and Lou is over at the YMCA teaching a class," Hawk replied.

  "Well, since you guys are here, I'm going to need some help. I need to find out everything we can on a Pierre Marchand," I advised, clenching my jaw.

  "What's so important about this guy?" Ash asked, blowing off the residue from the barrel of his assault rifle.

  "He's fucking Lilly." I could tell by the look on their faces that they thought I was joking. Little did they know, I wanted this motherfucker out of her life for good. He was bad news. “I think he may have drugged her in order to get it done.”

  Three hours later, I had no more information about Pierre Marchand than before. My only hope was that the other guys were able to find out something. The one thing I was able to find out was that he arrived in New York only a few days after Lilly, and became a member of Maximum Capacity the day after Lilly did. Knowing this didn't sit well with me. He had all the characteristics of a stalker, if there ever was one.