by P. Brier
I tap on the door and she startles, I slowly start cracking the door open. She sits straight up covering herself in modesty. Fuck, she is perfect.
"Jess, can I come in" I asked.
"Y-yes" she stuttered, trying to compose herself. I went and sat on the side of the bed. Keeping some space in between us.
"Is there anything I can do" I begged. Me begging? What is wrong with me? I just hate seeing her is so much pain.
She shakes her head. Trying to stay strong. My fingers instantly go to her soft hair. I stroke tenderly, she leans into my touch and a small moan escapes her lips. The sound goes straight to my cock. Fuck me. I'm so screwed.
7: Should I Stay or Should I Go?
“The problem with human attraction is not knowing if it will be returned.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush
Then…
Jesse Montgomery
I DIDN’T KNOW what to do. He is touching me again, and I want it. He kissed me. He wanted to kiss me, or so I thought. He seemed so into it, but as soon as it started, it ended. Was it me? Was I not good? He said he wouldn't be able to stop, but I didn't want him to stop. He stopped, on his own. Why does he always stop?
Now he is holding my face like lovers do and I am wearing a pink silk camisole and matching silk boxer shorts, leaving little to the imagination. His hands don’t pull away, my nipples hardening at his heat. Pulling my arms across my check to cover my arousal. He grabs my wrists and pulls me onto his lap, shaking his head in disapproval.
"Don't hide from me, darlin" he cooed, "you have nothing to be ashamed of."
Adjusting his position, he pulls so I am straddling his lap, facing him. Bringing his hands to cup my face again, he leans in and places a soft kiss to my lips. The movement causes me to wiggle, hearing him hiss in discomfort, I go to move off his lap. When he stops me. He seems to be in pain.
"Don't move", he seethes "you're not the only one hiding excitement", he chuckles, nodding to his lap. Woah. Noticing the bulge pushing through his zipper, my eyes go wide. I look my eyes widening at the strain pushing up against his jeans. He takes in my expression and double up in laughter. I follow suit.
After about fifteen minutes of complete lunacy, Bane lifts me off his lap and lays me gently on the bed, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. He turns towards the door to leave.
"W-where are you going" I ask. Why did I ask that?
"To my bed, Jess" he sighs, the defensive wall going back up. "I can't sleep in here, with you. You don’t need this."
I don’t argue. I couldn’t if I tried.
"Sleep well, beautiful" and with that he's gone. My body wants him to stay. To touch me in places I have left untouched. At eighteen I am still a virgin. But my heart needs him to stay away. My eyes falter and begin to close. Exhaustion takes over and I fall into a restless sleep.
The sound of glass breaking wakes me from my dream. Knowing my place, I go to my "safe" corner in my closet. I look at the alarm clock and notice it is 3:28 am before cowering away. Mother is away on vacation with some of the other dancers at the club. Which leaves me alone with father. Danny is around, but father keeps sending him on errands. I hear the footsteps as he ascends the stairs. I count the seconds it will take him to get to my room. One, two, three, four....
The sound of my door crashing against the walls causes a whimper to escape.
"Oh, where oh where, has the little bitch gone" he hisses.
I shrink further into my space. Knowing he will find me. A hands snakes through the single row of clothes and grabs me by my unicorn nightie.
"There she is" he spits.
He has been drinking, tonight is not going to be good. Danny, please get home, I think. He grabs me by my arm and drags me to the bed. His palm comes across my cheek, and my head snaps back, the taste of metal explodes in my mouth. Trying to rub the burn away, I turn, facing the floor. He spits in my face.
"You are pathetic, nothing like your brother. Fucking bitches always ruining everything" he slurs.
Not knowing what he was talking about, I stayed quiet. He jumps on the bed and throws me back against the headboard. Pulling me by my ankles, he situates himself over me. He lights a cigarette and flicks on my nightie.
“Trash. Nothing more than a soiled piece of unwanted shit. If only I could get rid of you.” He spits.
"I'm sorry father, I’ll be better', I cry.
He slips his hand over my mouth, "shut up slut, I will figure out your mother's plan, and when I do, I will kill both of you".
So much hatred morphed his features, as he puts the cigarette out on my neck. I scream in agony as the sound of flesh burning rapes my ears. His fist comes down on the side of my face and everything went black as unconsciousness retrieved me from the nightmare.
I woke up with a start. My hand coming to my chest to calm my overactive heart. I touch the burn on the side of my throat as the memory leaves a rancid taste in my mouth. That was real. Not just some déjà vu. I remember that night. I was fifteen. Danny was gone, running another pointless errand, which would keep him all night. Father had been working late at the club, knowingly getting plastered. I was so frightened that night when he came into my room, and every night after that. He had always beaten me, whipped me, and neglected me. I never understood what the drunk ramblings meant. Mothers plan?
Shaking the feeling that I am missing something, I get out of bed and grab my towel and head to take a shower. Enjoying the steamy water, and letting it soak my sore muscles, my mind drifts off to Bane. His hands on my body, his rock-hard cock rubbing my thigh as I straddled his lap. My hands start to rub circles on my stomach, slowly inching towards my breast. Softly rubbing the hardened nub. My other hand travels south towards my throbbing clit. I imagine Bane watching me. I continuously circle the sensitive nerves till the pleasure takes me over the edge. Pleasure consumes my body, as I shake in ecstasy. Covering my mouth with the hand that was rubbing my nipples to stifle the moan that was clawing it was out of my throat. After coming down from my high, I smile to myself and continue my shower.
After drying off and dressing in a pair of vintage washed jeans and Last of Us gaming shirt, I head down to the kitchen. The aroma of bacon assaults my nose. Coming around the corner, I not only find Bane, but another quest has arrived. A female guest. She is elegant, blond curly hair runs down her back. She is wearing a designer black dress and red pumps. She has not missed a day at the gym, and not a hair out of place, unlike my "causal" appearance. He has her in a tender embrace.
He turns and glares at me as if last night didn't happen. He pretends he doesn't see me, and continues his conversation with the soft blonde. She wraps her arms around his neck, and plants her plump red lips to his. The worse part, he kisses her back like a lover would. I feel my heart drop to my stomach and humiliation envelops my cheeks. I’m so stupid. I rush back to my room, ungracefully I might add. Unwanted tears flow down my cheeks. Here I am crying over him, again, somethings never change.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I look at my unsettling appearance. Childlike. Not sexy. I throw my shirt over my head, and slip out of my jeans. I stand there staring at my naked body in the mirror. I notice my thick appearance, and wonder if I was skinnier would Bane want me as much as I want him. Stop, you can’t want him. He will only hurt you.
He doesn’t want you, nobody will. That’s what every has said. Except for Danny and at one time, Bane. Now I am nothing to him. He has proven that time again. Its time I do what is right for me. And if he wants to play this dirty game. I will play harder.
8: Spies and Frauds
“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated. I hold that the more helpless a creature the more entitled it is to protection by man from the cruelty of humankind.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
Then…
Bane Stratus
LAST NIGHT WAS torture and fucking amazing at the same time. She was perfect. The sound
s and the way she moved. She was supple and soft in all the right places. The way her body responded to my touch, spoke to my dick. But, I couldn't take advantage of her. She is special. Over the last few years, I have had plenty of willing pussy, but they knew, one night of soul banging fuckin and that is it. A good story to tell your friend over coffee.
I woke up this morning with a raging hard on, again. Last night, after leaving Jess in her room, I had a severe case of blue balls. After a cold shower, and a forceful hand, I pushed myself to get some sleep. Restless, short sleep.
While cooking breakfast, my door bell rings. Letting out a sigh of contempt I wipe my hands on my jeans, and walk to the door. I stop in my tracks. Shit.
"What are you doing here" I hiss. Not today.
"Oh, Bane, always so cheerful. Can I come in" she asks? Instead of waiting for an answer, she pushes her way through the door. She walks into the living room and gets comfortable on the couch, crossing her legs like the lady she is not!
Cierra, was an old, flame, for lack of a better word. We met in Detroit, she is a dancer at the prestigious club, X Factor. She might be a stripper, but she is well off. We fucked for a couple weeks, but when it was over, she didn't take a hint. Yes, she is fucking sexy as hell, voluptuous body, with big tits. But she wanted more. and for that she had to go. She was always trying to find a way to keep me coming back. Like last time, she showed up with bruises, saying her handler at the club beat her up. She had the bruises to prove someone kick the shit out of her, but I know Tommy. He doesn't lay his hands on the girls. He runs a noble gentleman's club, with consensual extracurricular activities. If you didn’t want the extra money he didn’t mandate it
"What is it now, Cierra"? I say with as much disdain as I can muster.
"Ah, don't be like that. We had fun together, didn't we"?
"We did. But that's over" I state for the fifteenth time. "You need to stop showing up at my house, unannounced", I growl. I start to walk back to the kitchen, knowing she will follow.
"Well see, that is a problem" she sighs, "see I have a job to do, and you are the job". What?
“What the fuck are you talking about, Cierra?”
Cierra and I met at the club, I was trying to get a job as a bouncer, when she found me waiting at the bar. She seemed interesting, and she struck up conversation quickly. Hell, I was lost, I would have talked to Charles Manson if it meant a place to stay and a job.
"I had been following you for days for the Montgomery’s, when you showed up at my job" she shakes her head and sneers. Fuck.
"I don't believe in coincidences, Bane, so I took the opportunity to approach. You were easy to trick, I mean, men in general can't pass up a pair of legs and willing pussy.”
Bitch. That's why she was always around. Always showing up at my house, with an excuse to see me. She was working for the one family I was trying to take down. She was their spy. Their inside man, or should I say woman.
Anger morphs my features. I hate hurting women, but right now the bitch is on my list. She set me up. Marco knew where I was all along. Which means he knows where Jesse is right now. He most likely has noticed she is gone by now, and is probably searching high and low for their possession. Jesse is in danger, and I don’t know how long it will be till they arrive here for her.
She walks up to me and puts her hands on my shoulders. The conniving bitch tried putting on a trusting smile, when I lift her hands off me, and shove her away.
"You played me" I roar, "What was the endgame. What does he want to know"?
"That’s for me to know and you and your little bitch to find out", she says as she inspects her long-polished nails.
I could feel the color draining from my face. This is bad. I compose myself, bringing on the hard façade I have perfected.
"That bitch means nothing to me. Let it go. That family will only lead you to your grave. I learned that a long time ago.”
As soon as the words come out of my mouth, the sound of footsteps descending the stairs echo though the house. She turns towards the sound. Shit. Trying to distract Cierra, I place my hands on her waist and pull her close. I bring my lips to her ear, and whisper menacingly, "Last one, sweetheart”
Jesse comes around the corner and stops in her tracks. She is hurt. I am still the man that left her humiliated all those years ago. But I must protect her. I keep hold of Cierra's waist and send a harsh glare in Jesse directions. Confirming her suspicions. I turn back to the cunt in my arms, and smile, placing my lips to her poisonous dick suckers. This kiss is fast, lasting long enough for Jesse to get the hint. It pains me to see her hurting because of me, again. But I know she saw what I needed her to, to protect her. She turns and runs back to her room.
The look of shock crosses Cierra’s and I smile, “Don’t come back here again, if you do I will kill you.”
"You think you have won, but it's only begun. Her blood is mine" She spews before she turns and exits, leaving me to figure out our next move and what she has against Jesse.
9: Homecoming
“The best lies were always mixed with truth.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight
Then…
BaNe StRaTuS
AFTER CIERA LEFT, I found myself back in my office, drinking my confidence to face my latest destruction. Granted, it was done with good intentions, and we know how that was paved. I'm an Asshole.
That was me, I fucked up. I couldn't let that conniving bitch see Jesse. I had to destroy the moments that angel allowed by my devilishness, by acting like they meant nothing. I suck. Again.
Shortly after the snake slithered away, finally, Jay called. I couldn't tell him about Cierra's current revelation to me and her involvement with the Montgomery’s. I don’t want to hear about my extracurricular activities causing a stress in the plan.
There was something off with Jay. He seemed distant and skittish. His voice was shaky and raspy like an addict on opiates. I don’t trust him, never did. Something is up, and now that Jesse is here I should keep alert. If something happened to her because of me, I would never forgive myself. Which means I must keep my hands, tongue, lips, and appendage to myself. I grumble a series of curses. Easier said than done. Especially now, Jay wants to meet, and not just me. He wants Jesse too. I tried to get out of it, but he was demanding. Said it was part of the plan. I don’t like this.
"Let’s get this over with" I grumbled to myself and walk towards her room. Knowing I can’t tell her the truth, I instead prepare the lie. Jesus Christ, I’m screwed, but the less she knows the safer she is. If anyone suspects anything other than platonic friendship between the beauty and beast, then the shit will hit the fan. I could lose Jesse during it.
I knock on the offending door, preparing for the lash of hate from the opposite side, but it doesn’t come. I pull the spare key to the bedroom, and slip it in the keyhole, and twist. I barge in with every intent to spew harsh, unfair words, when the vision of her thick legs twisted in the sheets, leaves me speechless. Her arm holding the sheet tightly to her chest, trying to hide her hardened nipples, which are poking out from behind her thin night shirt. God, she looks gorgeous in my head, but in person, now that is something spectacular all together. Her long ebony hair is hanging loosely down her shoulders. Slightly nested in the back. She looks flushed. Her cheeks are a rosy color and her breathing is erratic, and not from fright. She looks flustered. Jesus fucking Christ. She was playing with herself.
Her eyes widen and I bite back a smirk. I shake my head; this doesn’t change anything. No matter how badly I want to bend her over and finish what she started with my tongue and fuck her till she can’t walk, I hold back. She can’t be my release. She is not any other girl, and I won’t hurt her, and fucking her? That would be fucking killing her.
No more fuck ups. I need to protect her. We must be completely platonic. I, the warden, and her the tempting inmate. I stalked towards her, never breaking eye contact. Knowing I look harsh. I yank the sheet from her body. I�
�m instantly confronted with her naked body.
Her mouth goes into the shape of an O, and she takes a harsh breath. Her eyes wide and unshed tears threaten to escape. I have frightened her. Shit. But fuck, her body. So many curves, in all the right places. Tits the size of my palms. Thick thighs and a flat stomach. When I get back to her face, I notice my mistake, and turn quickly.
But I continue my tirade of hurt, no more kid gloves, “Get. Up. We have shit to do and you’re holding me up” I growl. Hating the sound of my voice.
She doesn’t move. She is obviously shocked at my brashness and change of attitude. Evidently hurt. Fuck, I’m a dick. I hear her scramble for the sheets to cover herself.
I sigh loudly, showing my agitation, “Listen, I’m sorry if I led you on. I’m not into courting and shit.” I turn towards her “You need that, I don’t. I just fuck, okay. I won't be just yours, ever. Cierra was just one of them” it’s the truth, but Jesus, this is the first time I regret having to say the words.
She nods, the small gesture shredding my calloused heart. Her bottom lip trembles, fighting back the sob that wants to break free. I start to walk towards her to comfort her, when reality slaps me in the face. It should be this way. Safe.
I turn to leave, with my hand on the doorknob, I stop and say over my shoulder “be ready in fifteen minutes, like I said I have shit to do and I can’t leave you here." With a smirk, I look to where she is hiding herself and the push the knife in further, “Get dressed, play time is over”. Then I leave. Asshole.
I’m waiting in my office for Jesse to come down, trying to calm myself. The look of disgust is scared in my brain, like a bad tattoo, unwanted and fucked up. I never wanted her to look at me in disappointment, but I guess I reap what I sow.
After drowning in self-pity for ten minutes, I try to change my tune. Trying to focus on anything other than Jesse, my cock protests. I begin to imagine her legs wrapped around my waist, opening for me. Her scent overpowering my nostrils as I take in everything of her perfection. Her soft moans as I taste the sticky sweet honey between her legs. Fuck I want that women.
