Syren's Plaything

by Jennah Thornhill

  When I’m ready, I slip out of the bathroom and locate a silk robe I noticed when I was putting everything in its place. When I’m finally ready, I go over to the ceiling to floor window he has in here, placing my hands palm down on the glass and crossing my legs. Only then do I inhale a deep breath, suddenly feeling nervous about doing this.

  “Man up Karina, it’s Johnny for god sake. Just bloody do it.” I give myself a little pep talk then just go with it.

  “Johnny! Can you come here for a moment please? I need you for something.” I shout out, so he can hear me.

  “Coming.” He answers.

  Oh yes, you’re going to be very soon.

  “Wha…” He doesn’t finish the rest of his sentence, because he’s too busy standing in the doorway looking at me with what I can only describe as total adoration on his face, along with some serious lust.

  Just that look alone has me wishing I hadn’t bothered with the knickers, they’re only going to get in his way.

  “Well?” I whisper. My nerves making a re-appearance.

  He doesn’t answer my question with actual words, instead he charges across the bedroom, taking my face in his hands and moulds our mouths together. There isn’t one thing that’s soft about the way he’s kissing me, it’s more of a ‘I want you and I want you now’ kiss, no questions asked. I kiss him back with just as much force, there’s no space between us. His hands leave my face then glide down my body till he reaches the tie of the robe, making quick work of unfastening it, he pushes it apart so I’m open to him and he takes in what I’ve got on underneath. Ripping his lips away from mine, he drops to his haunches and looks me and up and down, but it’s not a look of pure want. It’s a look that tells me he can see me, the real me, inside and out.

  “You look fucking amazing princess, I almost don’t want to rip it off you, but there’s nothing better than you naked and in my bed. Although I am going to enjoy every second of peeling it off every inch of your fantastic body.”

  The wind gets knocked out of me when he talks like that, because I know then I made the right choice when I decided to do this for him.

  One by one, he unclips the suspenders from the stockings before rolling each one down my legs, I don’t get the chance to see what he does with them because next to go is my knickers. Without warning his mouth goes straight to my awaiting clit that’s been aching since the minute he walked in here.

  “Sweet baby Jesus, yes!” I yell.

  Taking me further into his mouth, his tongue peeks out and licks me top to bottom, the roughness of his stubble from his beard setting me off even more, making my knees almost give way on me. Luckily, he’s got a hold of me and I don’t go anywhere.

  “I’ve got you princess, let it go.”

  And by god do I let it go.

  I’m pulsing, my stomach is tightening with the orgasm I know is going to tear me apart any minute now.

  Then he sucks that little bit harder, I swear fireworks go off at the back of my eyes.

  “Shit!” I scream, my voice hoarse. With my eyes still closed I don’t see or feel him move, I’m still floating in my orgasm heaven.

  Fuck me, that man has a seriously talented tongue.

  I don’t know how he does it, but when I finally come down from my fabulous high, I notice my hands are above my head and he’s tied my wrists with one of my own stockings.

  The crafty shit, how has he done that?

  He’s also managed to rid himself of his t-shirt and jeans, his solid and very prominent cock pointing at me, he’s going to make me a very happy woman indeed.

  “Are you ready for this K? Because I can’t wait any longer to be inside you.”

  With a swift nod of my head, too turned on to form any words. He lifts my legs, wrapping them around his waist, but before he plunges into me, he stops with just the tip at my opening. Keeping a hold of me with one arm, he keeps my restrained wrists above my head as he whispers in my ear.

  “I’ll tell you now, there will be nothing slow or soft about it, right now I’m going to fuck you, and it’ll be hard and it’s definitely going to be raw.” Without any warning whatsoever, he charges forward, making my back slide up the glass.

  He grips my bum cheek with his free hand, making sure he’s got a firm grip on me.

  In and out, in and out, his rhythm getting more and more fierce with every thrust. I clench my walls together, his piercing hitting me right where I need him to. I know he felt me clench around him, as he’s starting to lose his own battle. He’s close so I do it again.

  “Fuck, you feel amazing wrapped around me.” He pants.

  “Harder Johnny, I need you to fuck me harder.” I beg.

  The man doesn’t disappoint.

  He rams into me so rough, I know I’m going to feel it for the next week.

  Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he slams into me several more times and I go crashing over the edge, smacking my head on the window as I do but I don’t give a shit, it feels too fantastic.

  “Fuck, princess.” Johnny grates out between his teeth, as he follows me into orgasmic bliss.

  Johnny

  I shit you not, this woman blows my mind at every turn.

  I’m still in shock, not only did she put herself out there and wear some fancy underwear for me, she also let me tie her up and fuck her brains out against my window. When I saw her standing there looking the way she did, I nearly lost my mind, my dick was ready to explode there and then without even touching her.

  She was amazing, actually no she is amazing.

  After I fucked her raw, we gradually made it to the bed, where I proceeded to rid her of the rest of the so-called lingerie.

  Then I made love to her the way she deserves.

  For the past hour she’s been out cold next to me, whilst I’ve just lay here watching her sleep and enjoying her soft snores.

  The fact that she’s in my bed is still unbelievable to me, I never thought for one minute we would ever be here like this, and to top it off even if she ends up hating me when she figures out who I am I will always have a small piece of her in the form of our child.

  I know I need to get some sleep, but I can’t seem to get rid of this gut wrenching feeling I have, it’s telling me I need to enjoy her whilst I have her. That at any minute she’s going be taken from me again.

  I nearly jump out of my skin, when I hear my phone going off. I quickly slide out of bed and pull it from my jeans before it wakes Karina up.

  Looking down at the screen I notice I have several messages from an unknown number, all of them sent when I was buried deep in my girl… apart from the last one.

  Unknown Number:

  Call me!

  Unknown Number:

  I need to see you.

  Unknown Number:

  Don’t ignore me John boy!

  Unknown Number:

  If you don’t get in touch, I will be forced to come too you!

  The last message has me breaking out in a cold sweat, I know instantly who it is. I haven’t heard or seen her in over ten years. So why now? I can’t have her coming here, she will wreck everything and more than likely get me killed in the process. Hearing Karina stirring in bed scares the ever-living shit out of me, I’m scared she’s woken up and has seen me tormenting myself like this. Turning slowly, I face the bed only to see she’s still fast asleep. My heart is racing so hard, I’m surprised it’s still even in my chest.

  There's only one thing for it, I need to call her back, so whilst Karina is sound asleep, I grab a pair of shorts out of my drawers and make my way out of the bedroom, silently closing the door behind me. Once I'm in the kitchen, I read the messages over to myself again just to make sure I'm certain, that it is, in fact who I think it is. It couldn't be anyone else. Taking a deep breath, I release it and find the last number in my phone that she had used all them years ago, hoping it’s still in use, if it isn’t I'm fucked, because she'll end up coming here like the message said. I roll my shoulders bac
k and build up the confidence and courage I need to press the call button.

  It rings, thank god… I think.

  I still don't know what she wants from me. It only rings four or five times before I hear the all too familiar voice.

  “It's about bloody time, I've been trying get a hold of you if you haven't noticed.” Is the first thing she says.

  “Yeah? Well my life doesn’t revolve around you. You want to count yourself lucky I’m even calling you, so don’t bother with your crap. I don’t want it, nor do I need it.”

  I hear her start to chuckle down the phone, which only serves to piss me off.

  “I haven’t heard from you in over ten years, I told you I didn’t want anything more to do with you. I meant it. Now tell me what’s so fucking important, I need some sleep.” I grate out between my teeth. My patience is wearing very thin with every second I’m on the phone with her.

  She must be able tell I’m not fucking about by the tone of my voice, because her chuckling comes to a stop immediately.

  “Look, I need to see you. He knows something Johnny, I can’t let him get to me.” She genuinely sounds scared, but I can’t get caught up in this shit. I have too much to lose if I do.

  “Right, for starters, you need to calm down. He’s not coming for you, I promise. And I’m not getting involved in your shit again Laura. I just can’t. Goodbye.”

  Just as I go to hang up the call, I hear her screaming down the phone.

  “Don’t leave me like this, I have to see you. I need you to protect me.”

  “I can’t protect you anymore, I have my own family to protect now Laura.”

  That seems to stop her in her tracks, there’s nothing but heavy breathing down the line. Then I hear her sniffling followed by sobs, telling me she’s breaking down.

  “I have to know if she’s ok Johnny, you promised to always take care of her then you broke that promise because you went off touring the world with your band. I maybe a recluse these days, but I watch television and read magazines. You haven’t given one round of fucks about her.”

  My blood is at boiling point now, she has no idea how much I have kept my promise in around about way. Yes, she’s right I didn’t keep it for years, but things have changed now.

  “Laura, you don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve got to go.” This time I do hang up the phone. Placing my phone down on the kitchen worktop, I notice my hands are shaking like a leaf. That woman is going to be the death of me… literally.

  “Oh shit.” I hear behind me, I nearly jump a mile, I turn and see Karina is standing in the door that leads to my bedroom.

  “Princess, you ok?” I ask, as I walk over to her.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. I heard you talking, so I came to see who was here, then because I’m still half asleep I wasn’t watching where I was going, and I’ve stubbed my toe on the door frame. It hurts like a bitch.”

  Just like that my heart melts, she looks so adorable with my t-shirt, bending down to rub her toe.

  I try my hardest not to laugh at her dismay, but it’s hard and it breaks free anyway.

  “Pack it in will you, it’s not bloody funny, it hurt.” She says, as she shoves my chest slightly.

  “I’m sorry, it’s just you’re so cute when you’re like this.”

  “Well you can stick your cute up your arse, I’m in pain.”

  Standing up straight eventually, she looks at me with her big doe brown eyes, instantly making me feel sorry for her.

  “Aww I’m sorry, princess. Come here.” I open my arms for her to walk into, and when she does, all the tension I’ve had in my body for the last twenty minutes soon disappears.

  “Who were you talking to?” She asks, her warm breath brushing against my bare chest.

  Knowing I have to lie to her makes my heart and gut clench so hard I feel physically sick. But I have to do it.

  “Oh, it was just Connor. He’s been up writing some new lyrics, he wants us all go over in the morning, so we can lay some music down to them in the studio.”

  It’s not a total lie, I have got go into the studio tomorrow, but Connor also mentioned it earlier when we were over there.

  “Does that man ever sleep? I don’t know how Allie puts up with it.” I know she’s only joking because she starts to laugh.

  “He does sometimes, it’s just when he’s got things going on in his head, writing is his way of getting it all out.”

  If I was on a lie detector test right now, I would fail miserably.

  Turning her in my arms, I wrap my arms around her waist and start walking us back to the bedroom.

  “Come on you, no more being nosey. Let’s get some sleep, I’ve got to be up early to deal with that moody twat.” I say, trying to keep my voice neutral. I can’t have her knowing about Laura, and if she starts thinking I’m being weird, then she’ll start asking questions and the minute she does I’ll break down and confess everything. I can’t have that. I need more time, I need to get this all under control, first and foremost.

  Karina may think I’ve treated women in the past as playthings, but what she doesn’t know is, that for my whole life I’ve been treated as one.

  Stretching my arms and legs, I see it’s another shitty day in London. Through my bedroom window, I can see the rain pelting down against the glass. It’s grey and miserable, just how I’m feeling.

  Last night was an eye opener for me, my time is nearly up. If I don’t come clean soon I’ll never be able to repair the damage.

  My thoughts are interrupted when I hear singing coming from down the hall. I hot foot it out of bed, quickly dragging a pair of sweats up my legs as I go, then head out to see what’s happening.

  When I get to the threshold between the main living area and where the hallway leads to my room I stop dead in my tracks. There in my kitchen is Karina. That old saying ‘In my kitchen, barefoot and pregnant.’ has never been truer than it is now. The sight before me has my dick going from soft to so hard I fear the blood supply has been cut. She’s put my t-shirt on again and is singing along to Justin Timberlake's; Senorita. Her back is towards me, so she doesn’t know I’m watching her, as she sways her hips from side to side. I can’t see what she’s doing in front of her but judging by the smell she’s cooking something and as if she’s wired to me and can sense I’m behind her, she turns on her heels with a mixing bowl in her hands.

  “Oh, hey. I hope you don’t mind, but I was hungry. I can’t stand the smell of bacon, so I decided to cook an omelet. Do you want one?” She explains, lifting the bowl up to indicate the mix she’s whipping together. A smile lifts at the side of my mouth, this right here is what I want. Not just for now, but forever. I know it’s not going to work out like that but for now I’m going to enjoy it whilst I can.

  Shifting slightly so I can get some relief from what’s going on in my sweats, I head to the kitchen, parking my arse on a stool before I answer.

  “Yeah sure, I’m going to need it. I think you nearly killed me last night.” The sarcasm in my voice tells her I’m winding her up.

  She drops the bowl and whisk to the countertop then turns to me, narrowing her eyes at me.

  “Me? I don’t think so Mr. Owens. If you weren’t having late night phone calls with your BFF you would’ve gotten some sleep, so don’t you dare blame me.” She starts laughing at her little speech, I don’t join her though because she has just reminded me of the lie I told.

  “Well you know what he’s like.” I try to pass it off as it’s nothing. Hoping it works, I get up from the stool then walk to her side, before grabbing her face in my hands and kiss her like my life depends on it. Then to lighten the tension I’ve caused, I turn her around back to the mixing bowl with a slap to her arse before I tell her.

  “Finish my breakfast woman, I have work to do today.” With a yelp, she goes back to the mixing bowl.

  Breakfast was amazing, I ate it all in record time. Thanking her before going to get changed, today is going to be a fucking lo
ng day, first I need to sort out what the fuck Laura is playing at, then I need to head over to Connor’s so Karina doesn’t get suspicious about my whereabouts’.

  I leave the house, and Karina looking beautiful, and clueless as ever, and jump in my car, before long I’m on the highway wondering where the fuck I’m going and what my plan is going to be.

  I can’t wait to get this day over with, and it’s only ten o’clock in the morning.

  I pull my phone out of my pocket ready to call the same number as I did last night, hoping to god she picks up as I need to see her face to face. That’s the best thing to do, I know Laura better than she knows herself. She wears her heart on her sleeve and I can read her like a book, whatever she’s playing at I’ll know just by looking at her. I know I was sharp with her on phone last night, but she caught me off guard and I honestly just panicked. She hasn’t got a bad bone in her body, she just got herself into a bad situation and couldn’t get out of it on her own, hence why I helped her. She fell in love, that’s what she did. I guess love really is blind.

  “Hello, John I’m sorry about last night, I didn’t mean to come across all high and mighty. You know that’s not me. And I know I’ve got no right to involve you back into all this, but I don’t have anyone else. Not that I can trust anyway.” She sounds generally sorry, I believe her.

  “Laura it’s fine, honest. You just caught me at a bad time I didn’t expect to hear off you at all if I’m honest. And I was with….” I don’t know if I should tell her about me and Karina being together or not, let alone the baby. But she deserves to know, she’s missed so much with not being around, I don’t want her to miss anymore. She has a right to know. It is her daughter and grandchild after all. So, I tell her, but only about me and Karina not the baby, not yet. “I was with Karina when you rang me. That’s why I was angry with you.” I confess to her.