by J Marie
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Darren showed me to rest of the garage, and I was in awe at the cars he possessed. He had a dark chrome Ferrari 458, a black Lamborghini Aventador, a silver McLaren F1, and a big ol’ pretty black Ford F-150. I was instantly jealous. He even had a classic 1967 Chevy Impala on a car lift over the top of the Ferrari. How much money did this guy seriously have?
Once we were done ogling the contents of the garage, I found myself yawning from exhaustion, and it was now completely dark outside.
“Come on,” Darren said, wrapping his arm around me. “I think it’s time for bed.” I nodded in agreement. When we got to the top of the stairs, I headed for my room, but Darren kept me at his side and pulled me away. “Nope, you’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”
My stomach shattered into a million tiny pieces, and my heart started beating frantically. I knew right away that I would not be getting a good night’s sleep.
As we entered his room, he pulled the covers down on his bed and gestured for me to get in. I looked up at him nervously. “Do you mind if I use the bathroom first?” I asked.
“Make it quick,” he said, and I hurriedly sauntered around him and headed straight for his bathroom, locking myself in. I tried to get my anxiety under wraps as I used the bathroom and washed my face with cool water.
Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.
Once I finally got a grip on myself, I opened the door and walked out to find Darren already lying in bed, his one hand resting behind his head, while he read something on his phone. Of course, he was laying on the side closest to the door. Damn him.
I walked to the opposite side of the bed and slowly crawled under the sheets, trying to maintain as much distance from him as possible. I laid my head on the pillow and turned my back to him completely. Closing my eyes, I hoped I would fall asleep quickly, but it didn’t happen. My anxiety was too high.
“Jaden, what are you doing?” He chuckled.
“Sleeping?” I mumbled, keeping my eyes closed and hoping that would be the end of it.
“Come here, sleepyhead. You don’t get to wear clothes in my bed,” he said, reaching across the king-size bed and pulling me to his side.
He then got on top of me, straddling my hips as he began to pull the buttons of my shirt apart. I let him, not wanting to deal with a fight. His fingers were quick, his movements sure and precise as he made quick work of the buttons, and I couldn’t help but suck in a breath. Once he pulled the shirt off me and tossed it to the floor, he rolled back over and pulled my back against his chest before grabbing his phone.
“Just one little thing,” he said and instantly the cuffs around my wrists clasped together. “Don’t want you getting any bad ideas that might get you in trouble,” he said, returning the phone to his nightstand and shutting off the light.
Ha, he did still see me as a threat. Why the fuck would he restrain me while we slept otherwise? He was afraid I’d get him in his sleep, and he was so fucking right. When he rolled back over his voice became low and dangerous as he breathed into my ear.
“Your perimeter has been reduced to this room, so if you think about sneaking out later, it would not be in your best interests. My phone is password and thumbprint activated, and I’m a very light sleeper. Do not test me tonight.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Darren. I’m too hungover to fight you right now. I just want to go to sleep.”
“Smart girl,” he said kissing my hair and relaxing against me.
I really wasn’t interested in creating any difficulties tonight. I was on high alert as it was, and I just wanted to close my eyes and succumb to the sleep that was calling to me. Darren’s arm was tight around my torso; any tighter and I wouldn’t be able to breathe. I hoped he at least moved in his sleep so he would release me at some point. After about two minutes, I found myself able to relax and practically jumped into the darkness.
Chapter Twenty
Midnight Snack
I suddenly woke up with a raging pressure in my bladder. I looked up at the clock on the nightstand that read 3:15 a.m. I had to pee something fierce, but Darren still had his arm wrapped tightly around me. His breathing was slow, even, and deep. He was definitely asleep, and for some reason, I was afraid to wake him. I waited another ten minutes hoping I could just fall back asleep, but the pressure just increased and Darren still hadn’t moved. Fuck.
Deciding I had only one option, I carefully took Darren’s wrist and tried to pry his arm from my side. His body protested against my movement, his arm actually a little heavy, but eventually, I was able to move it and gently laid it down behind me.
Like that of a mouse avoiding the wrath of a cat, I maneuvered quietly through the bed, pulling the sheets silently from my body. The coast was clear as I made it to the edge of the bed, but out of nowhere, Darren’s arm came sweeping over my torso and pulled me back, slamming me back onto the bed. My heart practically leaped out of my throat.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he growled over top of me.
“I just have to pee!” I shouted in defense, my open palms coming up to protect me. “I swear!”
Darren looked me over, his face full of anger, and I squeezed my legs closed to alleviate the pressure.
“I’ll be right back! I promise!” I was practically panting now.
“You have two minutes,” he warned and let me go.
I quickly hopped off the bed and practically ran to the bathroom for emphasis. Goddamn, he was a light sleeper.
After finally taking care of business, which was far more difficult to manage with my wrists bound together, I still had a minute left and washed my hands before trotting back toward the bed. I saw Darren sitting up against the pillows, his hands folded behind his head as he waited for me to return.
“Can’t sleep without me?” I asked him with sticky sweet sarcasm.
“Not when I have another need that requires satisfying.” He smirked.
That stopped me in my tracks. I was really hoping we could just go back to sleep.
“Come here, Jaden,” he commanded as he sensed my hesitation.
A slight wave of anxiety came over me as I picked my feet up and headed back over to him. Cautiously, I crawled on the bed, which was a little difficult with the cuffs around my wrist still activated. I sat back on my heels and waited for his next command.
“Spread those pretty little thighs for me,” he ordered, his smug white smile hard to avoid in the darkness.
I hesitated for only a second, but I slowly parted my thighs. He then reached over and placed two fingers just on the inside of my right thigh. My heart rate spiked at his touch as he slowly moved his fingers up and down the inside of my leg. I rested my hands against my stomach, trying to keep my breathing at a minimum, grateful for the darkness that immersed us.
Back and forth, his fingers glided across my skin and with each stroke, came closer and closer to the impending true desire. I bit my lip, fighting back the urge to smack his hand away as he brought my skin to a burning sensation. His fingers found their way to the juncture of my thighs, brushing against my outer lips, and I couldn’t hide the shudder that was involuntarily pulled from his touch.
It didn’t take long for my body to betray me as it started to react exactly the way Darren was invoking. As his fingers dipped into my slit, a sharp breath left my mouth and I bit down harder on my lip to suppress it. My heart was pounding away inside my chest and my breathing slowly turned into pants. His strokes were smooth and soft as he traced my folds, his fingers becoming slick with my body’s desire. Damn him. My head and my heart were screaming no, but my body was like a thirteen-year-old at a Justin Bieber concert screaming yes, yes!
“That’s my girl,” Darren approved. “So wet and so mine.”
I knew that eventually I would have to fall to the whims of my body and plummet to Hell’s desire if I ever wanted Darren to trust me, even though that seemed impossible now. Eventually, I would have to show him that I wanted him—that I wa
nted his touch—so he would think he had conquered another part of me I had refused to surrender. My sexual desires would be the easiest one.
I let my head fall back and pretended it was Jason touching me, enjoying the thought of finally being with him again. If I was going to do this sober, that was the only way I could get through this without ripping my own skin off in disgust.
And then Darren shoved the blankets down, revealing his throbbing erection as it bobbed back and forth ready for action. “Hop on up here, hot stuff. I want to see how well you can ride,” he mused, smacking his hip for emphasis.
Ugh …
Tentatively and with shaky limbs, I slowly climbed on top of him and straddled his hips. I really didn’t want to do this, but I needed to let go of the things I couldn’t change. The only thing I could control at this point was how I dealt with it.
I rested my entrance on the head of his cock and placed my still cuffed hands on the bulk of his massive bare chest. Slowly and grateful for his patience, I slid myself down his shaft until I sat down as far as I could, leaving out only an inch of him. He filled my core to the brink, almost uncomfortably, but I knew as soon as I relaxed, my body would adjust to his size.
“Oh yeah, baby, that’s good,” he breathed as he placed his hands on my hips. I shuddered from his grip on my skin but tried to relax as he started pulling me up and down along his dick. I slowly pumped my thighs to keep up with his pace, trying to let the pleasure flow from me. He was slow at first, thankfully, allowing me time to adjust to his girth as he slid in and out of me, but it didn’t take long before he started to increase his own speed, and I felt the full force of him.
I let my head roll back, forcing myself to relax into his thrusts, and managed to find some level of enjoyment. I felt his hands trace up the sides of my body and eventually palm my breasts, circling my nipples with his thumbs and sending little jolts of electricity to my clit. My breath came in and out as sharp little gasps while he pounded into me and I leaned back to accommodate more of his dick, resting my still cuffed hands behind my head for support. The heat in my body was rising, my core tightening around his cock, and before I realized what was happening, Darren had me flipped over on my back and had pressed all of himself slowly into me.
“Look at me, Jaden,” he groaned against me.
I was breathing heavy now, but I forced my eyes to meet his only to close them as he dipped low to press his lips to mine. The kiss was hard and all-consuming as our lips moved together, our tongues intertwining with the other as he brought his hands to my neck and face. His kisses trailed from my mouth, along my jawline, and down my neck, all the while still lightly pulling out and slamming back into me. His kisses were soft and gentle, and they made my skin come alive under his lips.
After so much violence, hopelessness, and rage, all I wanted at this very moment was to feel good. I wanted to forget where I was, who I was, and what I was, and all I had to do was allow myself. If I wanted to make it through this, some connections needed severing, even if it was only temporary. No matter the damage, bridges could always be rebuilt.
I could feel my blood rushing through my veins as the promise of release started to rise, and I really needed a release. A moan slipped past my lips as Darren increased his speed and I found my hands itching to hold on to something. He then moved his elbows and rested them just above my shoulders, still locking me in, but now, all I could see was his rippling chest bobbing back and forth.
“Mine,” he growled into my ear as he nipped at my earlobe with his teeth, and it caused my heart to flutter accompanied with slight traces of fear.
Being possessed by someone of his stature was not something to be taken lightly and my pride would have to find someone else to bitch to because there was no way it could compete with him. If I wanted my pride to remain intact, I would have to keep it hidden. Otherwise, Darren would chew it up and spit it out.
Moments later, I could feel the sensation of my impending orgasm building as my core tightened around his cock and another moan of pleasure slipped from my lips. Darren then grabbed my cuffed wrists and pinned them above my head.
“Not yet, Jaden. Don’t you dare come. Not until I tell you to.”
What? He had never made me hold off an orgasm like that before. He was really going to go that deep with his control issues? I wasn’t even sure if I knew how to fight against an orgasm, but I tried my hardest. And then I wondered what he would do if I did come without him telling me. Would he really punish me that badly?
My questions only masked the feeling for a second, and I found my ability to hold back my orgasm diminish.
“Ah! Darren! I can’t!”
Darren’s other hand came around my throat and squeezed, cutting off my air supply and effectively slowing the buildup between my legs.
“I told you to wait,” he growled. “Don’t you dare defy me.”
A twinge of fear came over me as Darren pounded into my core, his thrusts almost becoming painful as the fire between my legs licked at my tender flesh. He released my throat, but my anxious orgasm was relentless, and I couldn’t hold it back any longer. The dam finally burst as the orgasm rippled through my body, and I did my best to stifle the cries of slight pain and pleasure as Darren continued to drill into me. My body blossomed through the rush that fell over me, and seconds later, Darren found his release as he roared into my ear until he was finished.
As my body began to calm after the waves of pleasure left me, I looked up at Darren’s face hoping for mercy for not being able to control my impulses. But as he raised his face to mine, he did not look happy, and I sank into the pillow to bring as much distance from him as I could.
“Oh, Jaden,” he tsked. “I told you to wait, and you didn’t listen.” His voice was a low snarl filled with a devious danger I didn’t want to experience.
“Darren, I’m sorry,” I said between breaths. “I couldn’t hold it ba-”
Before I knew what was happening, Darren, still holding on to my wrists, had me up and strung across his lap, my bare ass front and center … again. My legs and upper body were still lying on the bed, but Darren kept a firm hand between my shoulder blades as he pressed me down onto the bed.
“I don’t want your fucking excuses, Jaden. I gave you an order and you disobeyed. And now, you’re going to pay for it.”
“Oh, come on, Darren! This is bull-”
Darren’s hand quickly found its way into my hair and yanked hard, effectively shutting me up.
“You want to keep arguing with me and make it worse?” he asked menacingly.
“No,” I breathed.
“Then learn to shut your mouth.”
I sniffed back my angry tears as I sank my teeth into my tongue, biting down until the thought of telling him to eat shit and die diminished. I didn’t think it was possible to hate this man any more than I already did, but apparently, you learn something new every day.
His hand gently began to caress the cheeks of my ass and then without warning came crashing down hard on my already bruised and tender skin. I cried out and tried to scurry away to no avail. Twice within twelve hours? This was bullshit.
“Count,” he demanded.
“Darren, come on! This isn’t fair!” I pleaded. How the fuck could he expect me to control something like that? There was no way!
He then smacked me harder than he ever had right in the same spot and tears instantly sprang from my eyes as a scream ripped from my throat.
“You wanna disobey me some more?” he bellowed.
I laid there, deliberating over his words while pain seared in the cheeks of my ass. I could fight and try to get away, but I’d probably fail and just make it worse. I was so fucking weak.
“One,” I nearly cried as my lower lip trembled, giving in.
And again, his hand came down harder on the other cheek. My body involuntarily pushed upwards, and I cried out, but his hand kept me firmly planted on the mattress.
“Two.”
The pain pulsed through my flesh, and I could feel his cum start to seep out of me, spilling between my thighs and down to his, but he didn’t seem to care.
Again and again, his palm came down, smacking into my skin, and I could feel more bruises forming. Being strung across his lap like an errant child was beyond demeaning as he punished me for my “misbehavior.” I could understand my back talk or my deliberate running, but being unable to control an orgasm? That seemed a bit unfair, and I now felt completely embarrassed for having one in the first place.
Another smack came down and I screamed, not only in pain but also in frustration. My fists slammed into the bed as I tried to control my rage, but my ass hurt so badly my body was beginning to shake.
“No one to hear you scream but me, princess,” he said calmly.
By the time he was done, my ass was on fire from twelve solid strikes in a row and hot tears threatened to fall, but I refused to allow them. Several strikes had provoked my screams, but still, he continued.
His palm had to be feeling a little bit of a sting, but he ignored it as he reached around to my throat, turned his body, and pushed me back on the bed, trapping me underneath him. My hands immediately went for his wrist and tugged against him, but he refused to release me.
“When I give you an order, I expect you to immediately follow it, do you understand?”
“Yes, Darren.” I nodded quickly.
“Good, now tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” I said still gripping his wrist.
“Good girl. Now, go clean yourself up.”
He released me, and I rolled off the bed quicker than he could blink. Fuck him. I thought there might be some reason in him, and I could somehow negotiate with him down the line, but apparently not if he thought it was okay to punish me for something I had no control over.
My ass and pussy throbbed in pain as I trudged down on wobbly legs to the bathroom. I couldn’t even sit down on the toilet seat properly until I decided to lightly press my skin to the cold tile of the floor. That felt nice as it cooled down the burn and hopefully brought down some of the swelling. I cleaned myself up as best I could, disgusted that his cum had touched my skin at all.
