by J Marie
“What are trying to do here, get me drunk?”
“What? You can’t handle four shots of whiskey?” he challenged me.
“I know my limits, and I prefer to have a clear mind around you.”
“So you can’t then,” he said, holding the glass out to me, waiting to see if I would take him up on his challenge. Motherfucking reverse psychology.
“Fine. As long as this is the last one,” I said angrily and threw the shot back. It stung harshly on its way down this time. He smiled and finished his glass.
Leaving the glasses and bottle on the table, he took my hand and led me upstairs. I swear it was as if the man couldn’t bear to let me walk anywhere without him tugging me along. His arm was my own personal leash.
As we got to the top of the stairs, Darren pulled me to the right instead of the left and we continued down the west wing of the house. I had assumed he would take us to my room, but it seemed he had something else in mind. I had a feeling he was taking us to his room.
When we finally came to the third door on the left, I realized Darren hadn’t shown me his room during yesterday’s tour. It never occurred to me to ask because I simply wasn’t interested. He stopped and stared down at me.
“This is my room,” he said seriously. “And you are welcome to come here anytime you want as long as the door is open.”
“Okay,” I replied. As if I’d ever dream of wanting to be in his room.
He stepped in front of me blocking the way as he unlocked the door with another fingerprint scanner by the side of the wall. I listened as the lock to the door unhitched.
As we stepped inside, the essence of man immediately greeted me as I entered the most masculine room I had ever seen. Everything was different shades of dark gray and navy blue, with black wooden dressers and a black steel bed frame canopy with dark blue blankets and pillows. Even a sleek black leather couch rested up against the large window opening out to the sea. A set of double doors that led to his patio balcony was a couple of feet away from the couch. The wall opposite the bed had a huge flat-screen TV mounted on the wall over a grand fireplace.
He actually let go of my hand and walked down to the far end of the room to another door that I assumed led into the bathroom. I lingered behind for a few seconds and looked around the room, hoping something would give Darren away, but there wasn’t much of anything. I heard him turn on the water and I headed over to the window, keeping my hands over my arms as I attempted to warm myself. And then I felt my head start to spin as the floor shifted beneath me and I reached out for the wall to stop myself. Shit, those shots were kicking in.
“Shower’s ready,” Darren said as he came toward me.
“Do you have conditioner in there?” I asked stalling. I really didn’t want to take a shower with him, knowing he was probably going to wash me and put his big fucking hands all over my body. Again.
“Jaden, get the fuck in the shower.” He pointed toward the bathroom.
“Fine. Jesus,” I said walking past him.
He followed me in, irritated, and closed the door behind us. I looked around, noticing his bathroom was all dark marble and dark wooden cabinets with a big black bathtub in the corner and a huge shower next to it. If I thought my bathroom was luxurious, his was far beyond that.
Darren started rummaging through the cabinets until he finally found what he was looking for. He slammed a small travel-size bottle of conditioner on the counter. “Here,” he said.
“Thank you,” I said politely.
I could feel my head starting to buzz, and I tried to shake it away before it got to me. Darren then stripped out of his shorts and it was the first time I had ever seen him fully naked. If I thought he was impressive before, he certainly was now. He had long, powerful legs, perfectly trimmed calf muscles, and just the right amount of hair to cover them. But the lack of hair surrounding his groin was what surprised me the most, and then my eyes finally locked on the large erection that bobbed just under his belly button. I tried not to stare too long, for fear he might try to engage something. What the fuck was I thinking? He was probably planning something all along.
“See something you like?” he asked with a dark smirk.
“Nope,” I said, turning my back to him and picking up the bottle of conditioner. Steam started to fill the air, and I didn’t even wait for him to get in the shower. My skin was starting to itch.
“Jaden,” he said, laughing a little. “What are you doing?”
“Getting in the shower?” I said, pointing at the glass door with my thumb.
“Not with your bathing suit on.”
I smiled a devious smile and stepped into the shower anyway. I knew he would be pissed, so I quickly took my suit off as fast as I could and by the time his thundering footsteps reached the door, I had my bathing suit in my hand and held it out for him. Wrenching the door open, his eyes fell on the bikini top and bottom in my hand and a smart-ass smile on my face. Damn, the whiskey was making me brave.
“Smartass,” he said, grabbing my bathing suit and tossing it over his shoulder. I gave him an innocent smile and kept myself under the hot spray of the water. He stepped in behind me, standing under the spray of the showerhead on the opposite wall of the stall. He had a third one that was directly above the both of us as well.
“Come here,” he said, pulling my hips toward him and away from the jets of the water. He then reached behind him, squeezed some shampoo in his hands, and started washing my hair. The fuck?
“Umm … I’m perfectly capable of washing my own hair,” I said, swaying just a bit but catching myself.
“I know you are, princess, but I want to.”
“Don’t call me that. I hate it when you call me that,” I muttered, pushing at his shoulder.
“Why?” He laughed.
“’Cuz I ain’t no weak-ass bitch,” I slurred, and then I immediately covered my mouth with my hands and hunched my shoulders in. I couldn’t believe I just said that.
Goddamn, the liquor was really hitting me now. He chuckled at me and placed me under the spray to rinse the shampoo from my hair.
“I know you’re not, but you’re my princess now, so get used to it.”
“Ew,” I whined under the spray, swatting at him.
Darren gave me a dark look, but my drunk bravery just made me smile innocently at him. He shook his head and then brought me out of the spray to condition my hair.
As he left me to rinse off under the spray, he shampooed his hair and soaped up his perfect body. I quickly closed my eyes and focused on rinsing my hair. And then I felt myself falling backward.
“Whoa, hey!” Darren said, reaching for me and pulling me forward. “Jesus, you really can’t handle your liquor, can you.”
“Fuck you,” I whined. “I told you I didn’t want to take that last shot.”
Darren then swiftly turned me to my side and smacked me on the ass hard, and I gasped at the contact.
“That’s strike two. I don’t care if you’re drunk or not. You don’t talk to me like that.” He pointed his finger in my face, a menacing glare emanating from his eyes.
I pouted but stayed quiet after that, afraid my mouth would get me into more trouble. Coach Jack had officially benched my fighting skills, so there was no sense in egging him on.
“Now, come here and stand still,” he ordered.
Darren poured some soap on a loofah and lathered it up. He started with my arms, rubbing the suds into my skin and working down to my wrists. He came back up and started rubbing my shoulders, and I somehow felt myself becoming lax. And then I felt the loofah scrub over my breasts, and I moved away slightly.
“Don’t start, Jaden. Just relax,” he said continuing to rub slowly.
I moaned in protest but did my best just to forget what was happening. I let him finish scrubbing me down all the way to my legs, and as the liquor clouded my mind more and more, I began to relax and not give a shit anymore. I just let it go. It was pointless to fight him anymore.
He would still take what he wanted no matter how I felt about it. It would just make things so much easier, which was probably exactly what Darren was aiming for. That son of a bitch.
Once he finished soaping me up, he moved me back under the water and rinsed my body off, helping to remove the suds with his hands as he brushed them gently over my skin. I was sinking deeper and deeper into the buzz, and I was beginning to find it quite difficult to even stand properly. I was not wasted, but I was definitely drunk. Fuck.
When we were both finally clean, Darren stepped out for just a second and brought back some towels. He wrapped one around my body, and I noticed immediately how big it was, just a little bit larger than a beach towel. It went down to my ankles as he stood me up and helped my sluggish drunk ass out of the shower. Turning me around, he picked me up and plopped me down on the counter, and I couldn't help but lean back against the mirror. He toweled himself off quickly and then turned to me.
“Lean forward,” he said, holding another towel in his hands.
I did, and he started toweling my hair dry until it was nothing but a bunch of damp strings. Tossing the towel aside, he finished drying the rest of my body with the towel still wrapped around me and then pulled me to my feet. I clung to the towel, keeping it tight against my body as he led me back into the bedroom.
I was getting dizzy now that I was walking, and the room was spinning as I tried to keep my footing stable. It didn't work, and I fell right into Darren's side, but he just chuckled and kept me tucked into him.
“Why did you have to get me drunk?” I asked annoyed and tried to push away from him.
“Several reasons,” he said, refusing to let me leave his side. “First, I wanted to warm you up. Second, I wanted to test your tolerance, which is for shit, by the way, and third, I wanted you to be able to relax.”
“First of all, I work full time and go to school full time,” I slurred. “I don't have time to drink. Second of all, my uncle is an alcoholic, so I try to avoid that little family trait if I can.”
“You mean you used to …” He snarled. “But I’m not surprised about your tolerance. You are tiny as fuck.”
I stared up at him and gave him my glare of death. “What the fuck did you just call me?” I seethed.
If looks could kill, I would have been dead in the blink of an eye. Before I could gain any sense of what was happening, Darren had me pinned against the wall, his palms planted firmly on the wall on either side of my head caging me in.
“Just who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, huh? Who the fuck do you think you are?” he roared. “Your first day of reflection doesn’t seem to be working really well for you.”
“That was a low blow!” I shouted at him, my heart pumping so loud I could hear it.
“That's not what I fucking asked you,” he growled in my ear.
I felt pathetic now—drunk out of my wits, vulnerable, and small. I hated that he could make me feel like that; I hated the power it gave him, and I refused to allow myself to wallow in it any longer.
I stared up at him confidently, pushing through the liquor to find my bearings, my fear burning into anger as the fire in my voice torched his ears with a sharp ferocity I had never known.
“Who do I think I am? I know exactly who I am and I know exactly who you are. I’m the fighter you will never break, the one person you can never beat. And you’re the piece of shit I’m going to kill one day. No matter what you throw my way, no matter what you put me through or what you make me say, I will always get back up and take it all over again because I can. Because I was born to breathe fire. I’m unbreakable, so fuck you.”
I knew it was a façade, and I knew I would eventually have to submit to him if I ever wanted him to trust me enough to plot my escape, but I couldn’t do so without him knowing who I really was, what I really was. At least then, when the time finally came for me to remove the mask I knew I would have to wear, I could bring him back to this moment and enjoy it so much more when he realized he failed.
As Darren brought himself even closer than before, my confidence was now melting through my fingers like butter as a low growl came from his throat. I was terrified now because I realized what I had just done. I had challenged him.
“Challenge accepted,” he sneered with the darkest and most devious voice I had ever heard from him, and I couldn’t help but shrink into myself a little. I refused to let my eyes leave his. I had to show him a part of me wasn’t afraid, even though most of me was.
And then he grabbed the back of my neck and threw me away from him to the floor near the bed. “I am so going to enjoy this,” he snarled with a smile.
As I hit the ground, I could feel Darren close on my heels and I didn’t waste my momentum as I rolled off the carpet and swung into a reverse hook kick, landing my foot square across his face. He was stunned momentarily, surprised I was still able to fight in my drunken state, and he wasn’t the only one. As he came at me again, I rolled across the bed to the other side. He nearly caught me mid-roll, but I was quicker than he thought.
“You’re only making this worse for yourself, Jaden, by running from me. You know what happens when you run.” I was silent as I watched his every move like a hawk. “I catch you,” he seethed.
I wavered only for a second as Darren slowly walked over to the dresser on his side of the bed and started rummaging through the drawers. I didn’t bother waiting around anymore and bolted for the door. I didn’t even care that I was naked as I threw the door open and pounded my legs down the hallway. I didn't know where I was going; I just wanted to get away from him.
I didn’t get very far before I felt the force of my cuffs link my wrists and ankles together and I tumbled down to the floor in a drunken heap. Pain flooded my entire body as the room spun around me. I laid there for a hot second thinking this was so fucking stupid. I was being so irrational, letting my emotions and pride get in the way of what I knew was inevitable. Jack was so good at clouding my judgment.
I pushed myself off the carpet and leaned back against the wall, my knees to my chest and my head in my hands as I waited for Darren to come and get me. There was no point in running anymore, I wasn’t going anywhere like this. And fighting? I wouldn't even make a dent in him in this condition. Yeah, I had royally fucked myself.
It wasn’t long before I heard his slow pounding footsteps coming down the hall for me, and my body started to tremble. I knew I was in for it now. Maybe I could somehow reason with him. I was drunk, after all.
He stopped right in front of me, and I could tell he was crossing his arms over his chest with some kind of victory smile plastered across his stupid face. I only raised my eyes from his bare feet to notice he had put on a pair of dark blue gym shorts.
“Strike three,” he said with a disapproving tone.
“I’m sorry,” I finally said, still keeping my head in my hands, “that was stupid.”
“Yes, it was,” he agreed. And then he reached down and picked me up from under my arms, throwing me over his bare shoulder and headed back for his bedroom.
I didn’t even bother fighting him, as I felt too heavy even to lift myself from his shoulder as he carried me back to his bedroom and slammed me down on the bed. I attempted to roll away from him, but he just grabbed me and threw me over his lap as he sat down.
“Do not move,” he commanded, his hand drifting over the back of my legs and causing my muscles to tense. The room was still spinning, and my equilibrium felt off as I laid facedown across his legs—naked, drunk, and vulnerable as fuck. I laid still as he had ordered, letting him run his hands over my legs, gripping my ass. When he nearly lulled me to sleep, he smacked my ass hard. I felt myself jolt, but only slightly, my numbed senses delaying my reaction time.
“What have I repeatedly told you about running?” he asked me harshly.
“Pointless,” I slurred.
“Why is it pointless?”
I cringed. “Because you’ll catch me.”
“Co
unt,” he ordered sternly and then smacked my ass again.
“One.” I winced.
Again, his hand came down even harder, and I yelped in response.
“Two.”
Smack. Each one harder than the last and the sting of his palm on my skin caused a fierce fire in my belly. And I had to lay there and let him. Had I been sober, that would have been a hell of a lot harder, but because I had no desire to even move, I had less motivation to get away.
“Three.”
By the time we got to five, I could feel Darren’s rock hard erection against my stomach as he slammed his hand down onto my flesh. He was enjoying this. But then he changed something. I felt his other hand slowly reach down between my legs and slide his fingers along my folds. To my despair, they were slick with wetness, and I secretly cringed to myself.
“Oh, fuck yes.” He chuckled. I was glad I couldn’t see his face at that moment. It probably would have made me sick.
Another smack came as his fingers traced along my heat, and I almost forgot my count.
“Seven,” I whimpered, and I hated the sound of my voice.
When his fingers were nice and coated, he slipped one into my core, and I felt myself gasp quietly, keeping the sexual tremors at bay. Another smack and my body nudged against his finger as he penetrated me, grazing right over my g-spot, the pain and the pleasure blending to create one extraordinary sensation.
“Jaden,” Darren warned me, squeezing my ass and heightening the blazing pain.
“Eight,” I corrected quickly.
Two more smacks came, as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of my core, bringing me close to the edge. My body trembled, my skin was on fire, and I was only a few strokes away from an orgasm that would rock me to the bone.
“Ten,” I practically moaned.
God, I was pathetic, but at that moment, I didn’t care. All I wanted was the impending release that was surely on its way. But then he pulled his hand away from my core, and I immediately released a disappointed groan.
“No,” I nearly whispered sadly. I wanted my release. Needed it now.
“Did you want to come, Jaden?” Darren asked me, knowingly.
