The Goode Fight

by Seth King

  Suddenly a car speeds by too close to the curb, making all three of us jump back- and I find myself looking over at Stellan to make sure he’s okay, not Noah. And that’s when I realize that despite everything I’ve learned, he’s still my first choice. I can’t turn him away. I wouldn’t be able to deal with the look in his eyes. It would kill me, no pun intended. I’m just going to have to go with him and pray I can find out some way to make him hit his Crazy Button before he hurts me.

  I clear my throat and turn to Noah.

  “Noah, it’s fine, I can go home with him; I needed a ride anyway since I drove here with Ruth. Do you mind?”

  His shoulders fall and he gives me an oh-come-on-are-you-serious look. And I’m not mad, because I’d look at myself like that, too. This is crazy and stupid and it makes no sense at all.

  “Are you sure?” Noah asks me. I bite my lip. I turn to Stellan one last time, who walks over and leans into my ear, his stubble a menacing tickle on my lobe.

  “If you know what’s good for you,” he whispers, “you’ll come. And then you’ll come again when we get home and I have my way with you.”

  I try not to react to him, but my body betrays me. It’s like he knows exactly what to do to make me respond to him and leave me weak with desire. As my whole being vibrates with a mix of fear and desire I turn back to Noah.

  “Yes, it’s fine. Thanks so much for your concern, but I should be going anyway. See you later, and thanks for coming out with us tonight. I had fun, minus all the Cara drama. It was great to see you, Noah.”

  I turn around before I have to see the reaction on Noah’s face and then follow Stellan down the dark sidewalk. He’s absolutely furious, and I am almost afraid the pavement is going to shatter with each of his commanding steps. With every passing second I become more scared of him, and perhaps more regretful of the decision I just made. Half a block down the road he points out his Mercedes with one quick finger movement, and I slide in after he unlocks it. He’s definitely not in a door-opening mood tonight.

  He gets into the driver’s seat and speeds down the street.

  “I thought we had a deal,” he says as a sleeping Durham flashes by us.

  “Stellan,” I say slowly, unsure of how to move forward with this, “you never told me I couldn’t hang out with other guys. If you remember correctly, all you did was ask me to be your date to the party. That’s it.”

  “I didn’t say you could hang out with other guys, either.”

  I want to obey all the red flags going off in my mind, but I can’t. My trademark temper is rearing its ugly head. Dangerous or not dangerous, he can’t talk to me like this.

  “I don’t need permission from you to do things, Stellan,” I say quickly as I stare out the window. “I’m not your girlfriend, and even if I was, I’d still be able to have a mind of my own.”

  The car fills with a tense silence for a few moments. That anger I felt when I kissed Noah – that terrible betrayal I felt that he kept a secret like this – wells up within me, and without thinking I open my mouth.

  “I have to tell you something, Stellan. I know about-”

  I slap my hand over my lips. I can’t do this, not now. He’s too mad, and who knows what could happen if he loses his temper. He steals a glance over at me, his eyes nervous.

  “Know what?”

  “Nothing,” I say as I turn away. “It was nothing.”

  He exhales and looks back at the road.

  “You cut me deep, Taylor,” he finally murmurs, sounding downright shattered. “Seeing you with him made me feel like I was nothing.”

  “I’m sorry, Stellan,” I whisper, my heart breaking for him and my temper doused with cold water in an instant. “I was stressed and confused, and I guess I got carried away.”

  “Tell me why you lied to me,” he demands.

  “Lied about what? I thought you weren’t in town tonight, or I would have invited you.”

  “I don’t care about that. I was out of town; I got back a few hours ago. I’m talking about Noah. About how you said he was ‘just a friend.’”

  “He is just a friend,” I say. “I…I don’t even know how that happened tonight. Again, I’m sorry. And I don’t want you to be mad at me, Stellan. Sometimes…sometimes it scares me.”

  He stares straight ahead with the same tense jaw and angry eyes as before.

  “Where are we going?” I ask to get him to say something.

  “Home,” he says curtly.

  “Why?”

  He flexes his arms dangerously and then looks over at me, his eyes scarier than I have ever seen them before.

  “Because I’m about to punish the fuck out of you for kissing someone else.”

  16

  Stellan Goode

  “Get out and go up to your room,” I tell her as we pull into her driveway. I turn the ignition off and the car fills with a silence so thick, I could punch a hole in it. And I do want to punch something, actually. I’m mad. Too mad to control the bad from coming out. “Now.”

  Taylor’s eyes fill with terror, but she does as I say. And as I follow her inside I realize I’ve never been angrier with her than I am right now. I thought I was getting better, but this is definitely a backslide. My heart is pounding in my ears and I feel a dull ache in my fists from not punching anyone. The monster in me that used sex as a form of punishment whenever Caitlin did something to piss me off has awakened, and I can’t control his habits. Caitlin created that monster, after all, and she created it well.

  I trail her up the stairs and into her bedroom, and in the corner beside the dresser I see something I didn’t notice before.

  “Tell me why you have a gas mask.”

  Suddenly she looks anxious in a completely different manner, and I have no idea why.

  “My little brother left it here the last time he spent the weekend here. He thinks the aliens are going to invade and shoot out poisonous gas or something. He’s…interesting.”

  “Well I’m about to wear it while I make you come.”

  As she gasps, I slide the mask on and turn around to face her. Coupled with my jeans and black wife beater, I can only imagine how menacing I look. Maybe this will teach her not to get caught making out with guys that aren’t me. Good Stellan is shaking his finger at me, warning me that what I’m doing is wrong, but I tell him to get lost.

  Taylor backs toward the bed and sinks onto it. I step forward, trying to control the fury.

  “Take off your clothes. Now.”

  My voice is deep and demanding, and the gas mask lends a strange, metallic aspect to it. She lifts her dress over her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor.

  “And your lingerie. I want you naked.”

  I leer at her as she strips. I’m afraid I won’t be able to contain myself once she’s fully naked, but somehow I don’t lunge at her when she finishes and looks up at me. She really does get sexier and more beautiful every time I see her. I want to get her on all fours right now and bang the living shit out of her while I slap her ass again and again for daring to kiss someone else.

  But I grit my teeth. I need to take this one step at a time.

  “Now lay on the bed. On your stomach, with your hands out. And close your eyes. Don’t peek.”

  As she obeys me I rummage through her dresser and find two long, black socks. This will be harsh, but I need to teach her a lesson. Even though we’re not officially dating, mine are still the only pair of lips she is allowed to touch.

  I walk to the bed, grab her arms, pull them together, and tie them to her headboard at the wrists. Then I pull her knees together and fasten the sock around them tightly. Once she’s restrained I grab her by the waist and lift her midsection so she’s kneeling with her arms out in front of her. I consider tying her up for real- with each limb tied to a different post, completely trapping her- but I decide to do it next time. I’ve got to have something to look forward to, after all. Maybe I can even go all out and use a gag.

  She opens her
eyes a bit to see what’s going on, and I promptly slap her ass so hard I leave a red handprint. She whimpers, but stays still.

  “I told you not to look. Bad choice. Now I’m going to blindfold you.”

  I reach down to get her dress and then tie it around her head. Now there definitely won’t be any peeking.

  I lean back and look at the sight in front of me. Suddenly the anger leaves me and is replaced with absolutely explosive desire.

  “Do you like this guy?” I ask her. “Do you like Noah?”

  “No,” she says. No foreplay this time- I reach forward and plunge my thumb deep into her, and she cries out and strains at her bindings. I push in and out again and again, and at this angle I know I’m hitting all the right spots and going deeper than I would be if she were on her back. She gets wet immediately. Her toes curl and her lower back arches and I know she’s building higher, so I take out my thumb abruptly.

  “Then why did you kiss him? And why did you go out with him tonight?”

  She pants for a few seconds to catch her breath.

  “Because it was Cara’s birthday, and he’s our friend.”

  “Friends don’t kiss friends,” I say as I push my thumb in again, making her moan louder. As I please her with my thumb I pick up her foot and suck on her big toe before biting it – hard – making her moan again. God, she is sexy.

  I take my thumb out and drop her leg.

  “Do you think he’s hot? Do not lie to me. If you lie to me I will do something very bad to you.”

  She pauses and bites her lip. She looks more afraid of me than usual, but I don’t want to think about why. I’ve got a job to do.

  “I don’t know.”

  I pick my hand up and slap her ass. She cries out, except it’s more of an exaggerated moan than anything. She’s scared, but she’s loving it.

  “Yes. A little.”

  For some reason this turns me on more than anything. I have to look away and force myself to slow my breathing to keep from taking myself out of my pants and filling her up with me right then and there. So I’ve got competition- I can deal with that. I beat the hell out of kids on the football field in high school every day; I can win Taylor over from some muscle-head bartender with a cheesy goatee. I’m just going to have to prove myself to her, and my sexual skills. And that is one challenge I am up for, in more ways than one.

  “Hotter than me?” I ask, and she shakes her head. “Say it,” I order.

  “No, Stellan, and you know it.”

  I reach up and start circling around her clit, around and around and around but never touching it, like I used to. She sucks in her stomach and groans. She’s loosening up; some of the fear has left her body, leaving her muscles more relaxed. I get up against her ear as I play with her from behind.

  “I want you to imagine me fucking you now,” I tell her. “Imagine me fucking you while I looked into your eyes. Imagine the sounds I would make while I sank into you; imagine how hard I would pull your hair while I moaned for you. Imagine what I would sound like as I finally had the orgasm you made me have; imagine what the come you created would feel like as it poured into you. Ah, you’re so fucking wet for me right now. Do you want me to fuck you now? Finally? After all this time?”

  She lifts her head a little, and the pause that follows is a little too long for my liking.

  “Yes,” she finally says.

  “I know you would,” I tell her as I play with her, her explosive reaction to me making me feel momentarily cocky. Just because I hate myself doesn’t mean I can’t admire my work every so often. “I could do it right now, you know. I have the finely tuned body of a professional athlete and a big dick, and I know you want me to fuck you with it. I’m not stupid- I make your pussy wet every time you look at me. I’ve felt it. But I’m not going fuck you yet- I’m mad.”

  I slap her ass hard again.

  “Are you going to kiss this guy again?”

  “No.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “Whose are you?”

  “Yours, Stellan.”

  Ahh. I let out a low, guttural groan, the sound exacerbated and made deeper by the gas mask.

  “Whose, did you say?”

  “Yours! All yours!”

  “And are you sorry for what you did?”

  “Yes.”

  “Say it louder.”

  “I’m sorry!”

  “Well you still don’t sound sorry enough to me. Big mistake.”

  I thrust my thumb into her and push down while pinching her nipple from below with my other hand.

  “I don’t blame him for liking you, babe,” I growl. “Everyone wants you. Look at you. Everything about you is perfect. You have no idea how much I want you, Taylor Haney. I want to fuck you, right here, right now. So. Fucking. Hard.”

  I look around for a moment but don’t find what I’m searching for, and so I stop fingering her for a moment and pull off my cross necklace. I pull her blindfold down a bit.

  “Bite down on this cross,” I say as I hold out my necklace for her.

  “Why?” she asks, her eyes wide.

  “Because I’m about to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before, and you’re going to need something to bite so you don’t scream and wake the neighbors.”

  I cover her eyes again as they widen with fear. I put the cross in her mouth and she clenches down on it, and then I unstrap the gas mask and push it on top of my head. As I reach into my pocket and take out the Altoids I brought, they jingle in their metal can.

  “Are those mints?” she asks, her voice muffled through her clenched teeth. “Why do you have those?”

  “You’re about to find out,” I say as I pop one into my mouth and toss the can aside. “You’ve been a bad girl, and bad girls don’t usually get to come, but tonight I’m going to make an exception since you’re so fucking sexy. I’m going to feel you come while I’m inside of you, Taylor.”

  She shudders from head to toe as I lean into her ear once more and rub my chin along her earlobe and down the side of her jaw. I haven’t shaved in days, and my facial hair is scruffy and scratchy. “Do you like how my stubble feels on your skin?” I ask her softly.

  “Yes.”

  I bite her earlobe. “Good. Because you’re about to feel it on your pussy.”

  As she convulses, I get behind her and blow lightly onto her clit, the coolness from the Altoid making the breeze feel ice-cold against her skin. She inhales deeply, her back arching again.

  “Yes, babe. And that’s nothing compared to how it’ll feel once I touch your skin. It’ll be like ice, only it’ll burn.”

  With that, I take a quick breath and then plunge my face into her. She tastes so good, and combined with the Altoid, it’s like heaven. Better than I ever imagined. I have no idea how I am going to stop myself from screwing her senseless now. After the initial contact I slow myself, running my tongue around and around, kissing her here and there to let her know how much I love her taste. The mint is making this even more pleasurable for her, adding a white-hot sensation along with the licking, and I know she’ll be tempted to come within a minute or two.

  “Coño, mami,” I grunt as I thrust my tongue inside of her and then pull it out again. “You’re so fucking perfect. Could Noah do this to you? Could he tongue-fuck you this good?”

  I take her clit in my mouth and suck a little before biting down, and the reaction is instant – her toes curl and she groans into her pillow.

  “No,” she says. I flick her clit with my tongue and kiss it, suppressing the urge to take it in my teeth and bite down on it even harder to punish her.

  “Could he do that?”

  “No, Stellan, he couldn’t.”

  As I start flicking her sweet clit with my tongue faster than ever I slip my pointer finger inside her again and alternate between fucking her with it and pressing down towards the floor, applying pressure to her G spot. I feel her muscles squeeze tighter and tighter, and
I know this can’t last long. She’s going to come.

  “Do you like this, baby? Do you like me fucking you with my finger while I suck on your clit?”

  “Ughhhh, yes, Stellan,” she groans into her pillow.

  Oh my fucking God, she is so hot, I think as I flutter my tongue over her clit and listen to her moan my name. I cannot get enough of her. I will never get enough of her, and that terrifies me. When her moans get louder than ever and her muscles start to clench, I press my finger down hard inside of her, and I feel her contract around me as she prepares to come.

  “Come for me, babe,” I say as I look up at her face from under her, and I see that she is biting the cross so hard, her teeth look like they’re about to crack. “I want to feel it, babe. I want to feel your pussy come around me.”

  She tilts her head back to cry out and then comes harder than I’ve ever seen anyone, and her body trembles and shakes as she contracts around my finger.

  “Stellan!”

  As she garbles my name, filling the room with her voice, I get the absolutely overpowering desire to wrap my hands around her neck. I don’t know where it comes from, but I want to see her choke in front of me. As she twitches and whines I move my hands toward her head, getting closer and closer to her windpipe, but at the last minute Good Stellan knocks some sense into me, and I stop and slap her ass instead as she crashes back down to Earth.

  As her breathing finally slows I pull away from her and take a deep breath. “I think it’s safe to say that you won’t be kissing anyone else for the time being,” I say. “My work here is done.”

  I toss the gas mask back behind the dresser and then untie her leg bindings, followed by her elbow ones. After I slip off the blindfold, I lean into her face.

  “See how you taste again, babe.”

  I kiss her softly, slowly, tenderly, pushing the cross around and around between our mouths. God, I love this girl. She’s perfect. A new craving comes in, one that wants to hold her forever, protect her, maybe even give her my last name. But I remind myself of my plan for tomorrow night. I can handle all that then. After a few seconds I pull back, take the necklace from her mouth, and put it back on. I know I need to stop before I get tempted to do it this all over again.