Those Boys Are Trouble

by Willow Winters

  She turns her head slightly to see me and I reward her with a rough kiss.

  “I have to punish you, kitten. You should know better than to run off without me,” I say sternly.

  That knocks the confidence out of her, but she nods her head and stays still in my arms. Once she realizes what this is, she’ll fucking love it. So sweet and obedient. She’s so fucking perfect.

  “This is as much for you as it is for me.” She closes her eyes and tries to hide her smile. “It would make me very happy though, if you fought me back.” She arches her back and moans softly as I whisper the words into her ear. My fingers slip past her clit and I cup her pussy. She’s so fucking wet. “Do you want to fight me, kitten?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she whispers into the hot air between us as I push my palm against her clit.

  “You have five seconds,” I say as I pull away and take a step back. She turns to face me, breathing heavily with lust-filled eyes. “Run, kitten,” I say.

  At my words, she takes off.

  It’s the longest five seconds of my life. One. She runs out the door, slamming it into the wall. Two. I walk slowly to the hall behind her. Three. Her small feet bounce off each step as quickly as possible. Four. She holds onto the railing and swings around making her way toward the kitchen. Five.

  My long strides and taking the stairs three at a time has me on the first floor before she’s through the dining room. She doesn’t turn around to look at me. Instead she keeps running, pumping her arms and nearly crashing into the table.

  She makes a sharp right to go through the hall and I’m on her tail before she can do a damn thing. Her hand grips the doorknob, but she doesn’t have time to open it. I grab her waist and pin her to the ground. Her legs thrash against my body and I lay my weight on top of her. She tries to push me off, but I’m bigger. I’m stronger. She doesn’t stand a chance against me. My kitten’s fighting me though. I fucking love it. Her hands smack against my face and push against my chest.

  I growl as I take both her wrists in my hands and pin them above her head, moving them to together so I’m able to hold them with one hand. She continues to struggle against me as I rip her nightgown open with my free hand and pin her down with my hips. I stare down and marvel at her gorgeous body laid out under me. I take one perky breast in my hand and squeeze. Her tiny pink nipples harden and I take it as an invitation to suck them in my mouth one at a time and nibble them as she writhes under me. I pull back and let one out with a pop, leaving a red mark. Fucking beautiful.

  Her eyes are shooting daggers at me as she plays along, but they’re filled with lust. Her breathing is heavy and labored. I can feel her passion, and that’s everything I want. I push my forearm against her chin, pushing her head back so I can lean down and kiss her, knowing she won’t be able to bite me.

  Her lips are hard at first, but they mold to mine. I’m quick to pull back and keep this fantasy alive.

  Her back arches as she tries to buck me off. But I have her right where I want her. My free hand pries between her legs and I push my fingers into her heat. She’s so fucking wet.

  “You’re so fucking dirty. You want this,” I say.

  I lean down and take her earlobe in my teeth before nipping at her skin, leaving tiny pink marks all over her neck.

  “Please!” she cries out.

  “Your cunt is begging me to fuck you,” I whisper in her ear.

  “Is that what you wanted, kitten? You wanted me to punish you like this?” I ask as I push a third finger in and pump them in and out as she begs me. “Please, Anthony. Please fuck me. Punish me, please.”

  She stops struggling and moans as I curve my fingers and stroke against her G-spot. My dick is so fucking hard for her.

  My blood heats as I line my dick up. Yes! I’ve waited so long to sink deep into her hot cunt and take her like this.

  I don’t ease in slowly, and I’m not gentle as I thrust all the way in and keep myself buried deep inside her. Her walls tighten around me as I rip through her, taking her exactly how I’ve wanted since I first laid eyes on her.

  “Fuck!” She screams and cums as her walls stretch and spasm around my cock. Her arousal leaks out between us and onto my thighs. I easily move in and out of her tight pussy, pumping my hips against hers and watching my cock slide in and out.

  “Anthony.” She moans my name as her body trembles. I pull almost all the way out and then piston my hips over and over, pounding her hips into the floor. Her arms pull against me, but her wrists are still pinned.

  I groan as I rut between her legs, watching her tits bounce slightly with each hard thrust of my hips. I push all the way in and grind my pelvis against her clit until her mouth is open with a silent scream and her pussy pops around my dick.

  I want her cumming harder than she ever has before, so I don’t let up. I grind harder and let her scream and struggle against me with more force than before. Her legs stick out straight and her head falls back hard against the floor as wave after wave of pleasure and heat consume her body. Her eyes glaze over and it’s only then that I pull back.

  I let go of her wrists so I can spread her legs wider and sink in deeper. My hands grip her thighs as I pound into her.

  “Anthony,” she moans softly. Her hands travel down her body and then to mine. She moans into the air and her soft eyes stare at me. I reward her by keeping up my relentless pace and pushing the pad of my thumb against her clit.

  “Good girl, watch me fuck your pretty little pussy.” Her mouth opens as her body stiffens again. Her back bows and she cums a third time. Her nails dig into my back and she urges me to get closer to her body.

  I won’t deny her. I lay my forearm above her head and let my lips fall onto hers.

  She pulls back to breathe and whisper my name. “Anthony, Anthony.”

  Her fingers grip my hair, holding my lips close to hers.

  Over and over she says my name against my lips and then presses them to mine in a sweet kiss.

  I cum violently inside her, harder than I ever have before as her lips part and she kisses me with more passion than I’ve ever felt.

  I stay buried inside her, lying down beside her while we both catch our breath.

  It’s almost been a month; less than two weeks left. I can’t let them take her. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

  I won’t let them take her from me. I pull her body closer to me and kiss her shoulder. I won’t let her go. They’ll have to kill me first.

  Catherine

  I’m still sore from yesterday and last night. Plus this morning. Ever since he had me in the hall, he fucks me nonstop. That’s the only difference now. Every morning’s still the same otherwise. I get ready and wait for him. I greet him on my knees. And I still stay in my room.

  “Your pussy’s open for business now.” His dirty words echo in my head.

  Maybe it’s wrong to be so turned on by him, but I don’t care. I am. Just thinking about him has my nipples hardening and my back arching off the chair. I clench my sore pussy and instantly hate that he’s not here to sate me. I need him.

  My computer pings and it’s only then that I realize my hand has slipped into my blouse and I’m pinching my nipple between my fingers.

  I’m ready for him.

  I look down at the message and smile.

  My kitten is needy today.

  I don’t know which camera he’s watching so I wave to the screen and nod my head. A blush travels up my chest and into my cheeks.

  Get back to work, kitten. I’ll take care of you tonight.

  I no longer feel trapped. It’s like he’s given me my life, but filled a hole I was only vaguely aware was empty. All my needs are met. He's seen to that. I have my work, my friends, and a sex life that somehow manages to be hotter than anything I've ever read about. And it's all thanks to him. It hurts to think I may have lived my life without this. Without him.

  I’m busy editing this piece for my column, and so immersed in getting this paragraph
flowing better that I don’t hear the lock or the doorknob turn. I don’t even hear the door open.

  The only thing I can hear is the language of the text over and over that I keep reading in my head. The wording is just clunky and passive, but I don’t know how to reorder them. I bite down on my lip and copy and paste a few times, reordering the sentences. My fingers click against the keys.

  “Kitten.” His voice holds a threat and my body stills. My heart slows but even with the fear of displeasing him clouding my emotions, my pussy aches with need.

  I push the chair away and fall onto my knees. I crawl around, keeping my body lowered. Once I see his shoes I stop and sit back on my heels with my hands where they should be. I don’t look up though. My heart beats chaotically. I’ve never not been ready for him. Not since that first day. Every time I hear the click of the lock, I immediately kneel and wait for him. It’s been what, maybe weeks at this point? I’ve been his good kitten and he’s kept his word. But this time, I failed.

  “I didn’t hear you enter.” My neck strains as I resist the urge to look at the clock. He usually comes to me around the same time every day. But I got lost in work today.

  His hand comes down and rests in my hair. I close my eyes and wait for his response. “Please forgive me, Anthony.” The words slip out and I don’t try to catch them. My heart swells with agony in my chest. I don’t want him upset with me.

  “What were you doing, kitten?” he asks as he pets my hair. I open my eyes and finally look up at him. His stubble is a little longer than usual and his hair is as well. It has a tousled look that’s fucking sexy.

  “Work,” I reply easily, and then realize he may want more. “My column is due tonight, but the editor is overbooked. So I’m trying to get it done myself.”

  He hums, “I see.” He looks past me and to the laptop sitting on the desk. I love this little office he made for me. It’s so cute with all the book nerd touches, and the large window gives me more sunlight than I’d ever get in the bedroom.

  “I think maybe a short break would be nice. We could go get you more flowers.” I look up at him with surprise.

  “Would you like that, kitten?” he asks.

  “Yes, Anthony.” I nearly crawl up his body with the need to press my lips to his. But I’m an obedient pet. I keep my hands planted firmly on my thighs and wait for his direction.

  “Do you think you’re ready to go out?” he asks.

  I nod my head. I’m never been outside of these locked rooms. The only exception was that one night. The night I gave myself to him completely. I crave a different environment. A voice deep inside me tells me I can run; I just need one chance. But it’s such a small voice, I barely hear it.

  “Come, kitten. I think you need a break.” My brow furrows with confusion at first and then I realize he meant I need a break from work. He holds his hand out for me and I take it instantly.

  He chuckles as he reads the writing on my tank top. It’s a racerback that hangs just past my ass and is almost as long as my yellow shorts. The top reads, Book lovers never go to bed alone.

  I give him a small smile and walk with him as he presses the keys to unlock the door. I know not to look even though he doesn’t try to hide the code from me.

  It’s cold and dark and empty down here. Only a florescent light is above us. It looks so dungeonlike compared to my room. I stay behind him as we walk up the stairs and he presses in keys to another lock. He doesn’t give me the chance to look, but I don’t mind. I just make a note of it. I’m not sure why though.

  My eyes wince as he opens the door and leads me into an open-concept first floor. I take a look around in wonder as if seeing Anthony for the first time in a new light. I don’t remember this room when I was out before.

  There’s a large slate fireplace with a flat-screen television above it. Everything is modern with dark accents and clean lines. It’s orderly and nearly barren of any character at all. For some reason it makes me sad. His bedroom was like this, too.

  “There’s a farm stand down the street,” he says as he leads me through the hall without giving me a moment to look around. There are stairs to the right, next to the front door and a hallway that looks like a dead end. That’s where he took me. A smile spreads on my face as I remember.

  He opens the door and keeps my hand in his. I’m surprised to see that his home isn’t in the middle of nowhere. It’s just a normal house, in a homey cul-de-sac. There are two kids riding bikes to our right, and a third playing with chalk on the sidewalk. Anthony walks to the left and leads me past the houses to a busier street. The sounds of kids playing and a car passing me by seem odd, but comforting. Out in the cabin, I never had this. I like it. It’s different.

  It doesn’t fit with how I pictured Anthony would live though.

  “You look surprised, kitten,” he says without looking at me. He knew I’d be surprised. He does this often. He says things or asks questions when he already knows what my response will be. He thinks I haven’t caught on, but I have. He needs it though. And I’m happy to give it to him.

  “I am,” I answer honestly.

  “Monsters don’t live in the dark; they hide in plain sight.” His response makes my heart twist in my hollow chest.

  “You’re not a monster.” I spit out the words and look away. I can feel his eyes on me as we stand at the stop sign and a car drives through the intersection. He tugs my hand and we walk to the front of the development and to the right. I can see the stand ahead. It’s a shabby-looking shack that’s probably been there before the development was built.

  “I don’t understand.” I can’t help that the words fly out of my mouth.

  “What’s that?” Cars fly by us but the breeze still feels fresh against my skin.

  “Why do you think you’re a monster?” I ask him. Ever since he told me about his mother, I’ve thought he was broken, but never a monster. He’s just missing a piece of his heart. I ache to fill that hole for him.

  “Many people have died because of me, kitten. That makes me a monster in a normal person’s eyes.” I know he’s including his mother in that statement. And I hate that.

  I stay quiet as we walk closer to the empty stand. There’s an old man sitting behind a wooden counter in the shack. Baskets of produce are on the ground, but the flowers are on the counter.

  “What are you thinking?” he asks as he lifts a bouquet of purple and pink flowers to my nose. I inhale deeply and close my eyes.

  I shake my head at his question and take the flowers from him with a smile. I whisper close to him so the old man doesn’t hear, “I don’t think you’re a monster.” My fingers play with the tiny soft petals, but I’m careful not to break them.

  He looks down at me while he digs in his pocket for his wallet. “You did at one point, kitten; you were right about me then.”

  Anthony

  I’m so fucking tired. I haven’t slept in I don’t know how many hours. I drag my hand over my face. Fuck, that hit was brutal. It was a former Cassano who double-crossed Marcus. The Don, Marcus Cassano, wanted him to suffer, but I wasn’t prepared for that shit. It was a struggle to get him to say a damn word and when he did, it left me frozen with panic.

  “Cassanos are coming for you.” His dark eyes stare back at me as blood drips from his mouth. The bruises are already starting to show as he wobbles in the chair he’s chained down to. Even with all the pain we’ve inflicted, he laughs at me as I stare back with anger.

  He looked right at me and I knew why. Tommy smashed his fist into the dumb fucker’s face. Too hard and too fast though. That’s the only info we got from him.

  Tommy kept asking me what I thought he meant. I couldn’t even look him in the eyes as I lied to him, and told him I had no idea. They want her back. They want her dead. My time’s up.

  I push the door open to the house and then kick it shut. That didn’t go as planned. My eyes fly to the backroom, to where the stairs are to the basement. If I’d die, she’d be in there alo
ne for three days until the door would unlock and let her out. I need to change that shit. She wouldn’t be okay for that long. She’d be hurting and hungry. I decide on twenty-four hours, tops. And then all her doors are opening.

  I head to my bedroom and go right to the monitors so I can change that shit now. It’s done within two minutes and I find myself staring at her sleeping form on the bed. She’s got a book in her hands still. I squint at the screen, but I don’t recognize which one it is. That stack of books on her nightstand has been there for a week. I don’t remember what books I got her though. It’s rare that she’s got a paperback. She’s usually on her Kindle whenever I check on her. I’m glad she found something that I picked out for her. Well, she fell asleep, so maybe she didn’t like it all that much. A lazy smile kicks my lips up.

  She should be waking up soon and getting ready for me. Waiting for me. I don’t give a fuck that I’m worn out. I’m not making her wait. Not today. Not ever again if I can help it.

  I need to program something for her to let her know what the hell happened if those doors ever open because I never made it home. Or maybe leave a note each time I go. I don’t know what she’d do. Or what she’d think. I drag my hand down my face. I can’t deal with this shit right now. I’m tired as all hell.

  I drag my ass to the shower. I want to make this fast. I have one thing on my mind, and I need it as soon as fucking possible.

  All I care about right now is feeling Catherine cum on my dick. It’s all I want. I need to feel her body against mine and hear those sweet moans as I push her closer and closer to her release.

  I’m in and out of the shower and punching in the code before I know it. She’s sound asleep. Doesn’t wake up at all. She doesn’t hurry to get on her knees and in position like she’s supposed to. I walk over to the desk in her room and see on the clock that it's already past 9 a.m. The alarm’s supposed to go off at 8 a.m., if she set it. Which she didn’t.