by Jisa Dean
"She knows what's happening. We talked last night about the things they wanted to do to her and about the lifestyle you and I tend to lean towards," he tenses up. Maybe he didn't want Meena thinking differently about him if she knew about our sexual preferences. "She had a lot of questions but she's cool with it. I mean she's never going to the club but she's alright with us being who we are."
"Man, listen to yourself. I heard that slip up before; you almost called her your own. And now you're telling someone she's not allowed at the club. Are you...serious about her? Why are you pulling that Dom shit on her when she isn't a part of the culture?"
I think about the morning and about rubbing my fingers through her soft, wet slit until she came on my hand. I think about her falling into my arms right after and about the rush it gave me to catch her and hold her. To dress her and clean her skin off.
"She's mine. I want her and I'll have her. If she will have me," and if not I will work hard to change her mind but Tray didn't need to know that.
"She's not a doll, Jeremy. You know the first rule of this game is that everyone has to be down to play. She's in control."
"She trusted me enough to cum for me twice this morning, to let me clean her and take care of her. No one else has taken care of her and that's over. That ends right now. I want her, I want to take care of her and I will." I finally take my eyes off of her so I can look at him showing him how serious I am about this, about her. "She's mine now. Are you going to help me keep her safe long enough to get her home?"
"You know I am. Just don't hurt her. She's been hurt enough with her fucked up mom and the shit her sister is trying to pull with her."
"The only time I plan to hurt her is if she asks me to." I turn back to look at her laughing and playing close by, "And she will ask me to if this morning was any indication."
Tray lets out a little eww sound but it only makes me smile knowing that he sees her as a sibling and that even thinking about her and sex makes him sick. I am so glad Tray invited me out for the weekend and that I actually agreed to come. I'm overjoyed that I got to her before anything her sister and the other losers sniffing around could do anything to her. Hell, I'm happy Tray damn near chopped off his foot so I could have her in my tent wrapped around me. The thought of being the first person to give her an orgasm makes me happy and hard to the point I could dig to China and not use a shovel.
It had started to cool down some and the radio said that a thunderstorm was expected to hit later in the night. People started showing up for this party everyone was talking about. I was thinking about taking Meena somewhere else for the night. I didn't feel like we could watch her well enough due to the sheer number of people showing up. I had heard about parties on the lake before but I had never gone to one. Some guy who lives close by used to throw all-nighters with lots of booze and women but rumor has it he settled down and married. I look out at the shore opposite the one I'm sitting on with lights off in the distance. The old inn should be close to us from the other side. I could take her there and still see the fireworks on the water when they set them off tomorrow.
Meena stays close to me and as more and more people show up, more and more drugs come with them. I'm about five minutes from telling Tray I'm taking her out of here when I feel a push on my shoulder from behind. It jerks my hand out of Meena's and Tray steps up beside her. I turn to find out who pushed me and Leon takes a swing at my face before I can get my bearings. Luckily for me, he seems wasted and is slower than he would have been otherwise. I dodge the blow and back away from him.
"You pussy. Stop running away and take what I'm giving you," he slurs his words and comes at me again. I am going to dodge him until he gets tired and falls down. A circle has formed around us and Trish is standing on the other side of Tray. I want to tell him to not worry about me, to just worry about Meena. "You stole my piece of ass right out from under me. But that's okay Jeremy, you big germ. I'm going to make sure after I fuck you up here that I fuck her up even better. In fact, if you're nice I'll let you watch."
My control snaps into focus, figuring out what they're trying to do now. If me and Tray are distracted they can separate Meena and take her where ever they want her to go. I yell at Tray to make sure he's on the same wavelength as I am.
"Tray?"
"I got hands on her, man. You just worry about your baby face and don't take too many hits, man." Tray pushes Trish's hand away from Meena and puts her in front of his body. One of the reasons we worked so well together in a ménage was because we think a lot alike.
When Leon comes at me again I hip check him and throw him to the ground. He wheezes but gets back up and comes again. This time the clock for getting Meena out of here ticks down and I meet his face with my fist. He falls and takes me down with him but I quickly gain the upper hand and start beating the shit out of his face when a fist flies out of nowhere. Tony just asked for what I was giving Leon.
I jump up and spit out the blood from the cut on the inside of my cheek. Pussy. Leon is rolling around holding his face and screaming that I killed him. When Tony runs at me I trip him and shoot my elbow out so that it slams into his nose with a satisfying crack that makes the people around the circle go quiet. I stand up straighter and a scream rips through the air. I turn to make sure it wasn't Meena.
It was Trish. She comes running for Tony and screaming like I cut his guts out with a rusty knife right in front of her instead of laying him out.
"You bastard. You stupid son of a bitch. What have you done?" I don't answer her as I look to Meena and motion for her to come to me.
Before she can walk to my side Trish is up and standing in front of her. "You! You're the reason all of this happened, you little whore! I want you out of my house! I don't ever want to see your skanky ass again!" She slaps her across the face and Meena stands there stunned.
I growl, but before I can get to Trish, Tray is pushing her back away from Meena and shooting her death stares.
"Don't come back home, you whore."
"What about my stuff?" the first tears start to make their way down Meena's cheeks. "What about all of my clothes and my bed?"
"You should have thought about that 'stuff' before you spread your legs for an animal. Look what he did to Tony's face?"
I step forward and take her face between my hands holding her so I am the only thing she looks at. "Do you have anything you need there, Meena? Anything that can't be replaced?"
She's so stunned by what her sister is doing and what just happened, that her eyes have dilated again. I make sure all she sees when she looks is me. She shakes her head back and forth. "My bed and dresser and all my clothes are there." She grasps my hands with fingers that have gone cold despite the heat. "I don't have a place to live."
"You're coming home with me, sugar. You won't need clothes or a bed or anything else," I look back at Tray.
"I got your shit, man. I don't think after the beat down you handed them they'll try anything again, but if you want to know, I'm not hanging around long enough to find out. Now get her out of here and I'll talk to you in a couple of days."
I take her cold hand in mine and start for the parking lot where my jeep is parked. Trish starts yelling for someone to do something, maybe she means to try to stop us or start another fight but, whatever she means, no one else steps forward and the circle that surrounds us parts for me and Meena to walk through.
When we step on the pavement she pulls back on my hand, "Jeremy, all of my stuff in my tent?"
"Will be there for Tray to get for us. You trust Tray don't you?" She nods her head. "Then get in the jeep, Meena."
I make sure she gets in ok and even help her buckle before I go back to my own side and hop in as well. I pull out and send a prayer up that Tray will be okay with what I've left behind. If I was trying to do this subtly I failed miserably. But the bottom line is the same; I have what's mine in my car and we are headed to my apartment where the only thing that will touch her is me.
Ch
apter 6
Meena
I shouldn't be upset by what happened to me or even surprised that my own sister kicked me out and now I have no one. She pretty much told me if I turned Leon down this weekend she would do just that. Still, it hurts that I meant so little, that our bond meant so little, to her that she would just toss me aside. I guess I knew it was just a matter of time given all the hints that were dropped and the fact that she laughed at me when I told her Leon creeped me out, but it still hurts like nothing else I can compare it to.
The wind blowing through the jeep helps to dry the tears that are stealing down my face and I try not to let the sobs that want to escape come out. I don't have anywhere to go but where ever Jeremy decides to take me. I can't believe the things I let him do to me this morning.
I have to squeeze my thighs together at just the memories. I can't believe I let his fingers touch skin that no one has touched since I was a little baby. I think back on the dream I was having before all of this started. I don't have a lot of sexual dreams so when this one felt too real I should have listened to myself and woke up but I lingered, wanting it to be real for just a moment. I wanted it to be Jeremy's hips that I was riding with my own and I wanted to feel the things he was making me feel. If I’m being honest I wanted Jeremy to make me cum.
I wanted him to be the first guy I ever got off with, and on. I wanted him to introduce me to all the things that I read about in romance novels. I wanted him to paint me with his cum and do all the bad things that I saw on the pop-up ads that always give your computer a virus. And that was why I feel so guilty about what happened with my sister.
She told me it was my fault and it was. If I was more like her I wouldn't care so much about my virginity and would've just let Leon do whatever. Instead, I wanted what Jeremy offered me. When we came this morning, it was like no one else was there. Tray wasn't standing outside listening, and how embarrassing is that, my sister and her fucked up life didn't exist. My own fucked up life didn't exist. Jeremy made me feel like it was just me and him. He gave me a moment out of time. I couldn't turn that down when I had Leon, king of the grabby hands, waiting on the other side for me.
I tell myself the entire trip back to the city that I was going to move out anyway. That this just sped things along. I try to tell myself that I wasn't the worst person on the planet for waking up covered in cum and liking it. I want to make sense out of what I need to do with myself so I can bounce back on my feet, start looking for a place with a safe roommate, and a better job so I can stay in that safe place.
Jeremy pulls into a parking garage that winds down underground. It's darker and cooler than at the lake. I shiver a little bit at the temperature change and wait for him to park. He parks in a space with a number and leans over to open the glove box, taking out a tag and hanging it on his mirror. When he's done he comes around and opens the door for me. I take his hand and more chills run down my back.
"You ok?" he asked because he felt them too.
I nod and look up so that I can meet his eyes and notice the split in his lip that he must have got during his tussle with Leon and Tony. My hand comes to his face and I'm moving closer for a better look.
"You're hurt! Are you ok? Is there anything I can do?"
He catches my hand in his own and holds it to his cheek; the scratch of his stubble against my fingertips tickles my sensitive skin. Neither of us move or saying anything for a little while. "You'll be doing plenty soon enough, Meena, right now just be calm and follow me."
My mind whirls trying to think of all he could have meant. What would I be doing? How would I be doing anything to help? God, I hope I didn't leave one bad place for another. I don't think I did. I’m sure Jeremy won't hurt me and I'm safe when I'm with him but what does he want out of this? What can I give him, or do for him, that will make my presence in his home helpful or good for him?
We take the elevator up to one of the top floors. It opens right into his living room. I step into a home full of personality. It's a huge open studio with one closed door that I am taking to be the bathroom. One side of the building is all windows and they look out onto the city lights and the approaching storm. On one of the walls is a kitchen area with a wooden bar separating the rest of the room. On the other wall is a work space with a steel and glass desk and a huge ass computer. Notes and lose papers litter the floor and the top of the desk. I find it charming that Jeremy isn't controlling in all parts of his life like he is in so many of them. On the remaining side of the studio is the elevator door and a large television that is hooked to the wall with gaming consoles neatly stacked underneath on a glass shelf.
Couches are arranged in a fresh and funky pattern with what looks to be two long sectionals back to back so that one faces the TV and one faces the window. A huge bookshelf takes up the rest of the wall on the TV side and of course, there is a huge ass bed sitting right in the middle of the wall that has his office in the corner. It may be the biggest bed I have ever seen.
The back headboard is pillowed and at the bottom is a little settee or lounger that looks like a car manufacturer designed the thing. Not really what I thought Jeremy's style would lean towards but I haven't known him long enough to say for sure. I'm not even sure what I was expecting, whips on the walls and chains hanging from the ceiling. Instead, his home is warm and inviting and feels somehow safe.
That could just be because he is letting me stay here until I find somewhere else to go. He did keep me safe all through the night. I want to say something or at least offer him some thanks for putting him out.
"Jeremy, I won't stay long, I'll be out of your hair before you can tire of me being underfoot. While I'm here I can do something so you won't be out anything. I could cook you breakfast or clean or run errands that you don't want to do. That's how I paid to stay at my sister's place."
He drops his pack on the floor by the door and turns to me still standing near the elevators.
"You paid your sister to live at her apartment?"
I go still and the fact that I don't know Jeremy very well is driven home to me. He looks mad and I go out of my way to avoid confrontation. It usually means I'm slapped around by my sister. I nod when words fail me.
"I used to pay the electric and the water and the internet," I rattle off the things I helped with. "Oh and the food sometimes."
"How did you pay for it?" he moves closer to me and the storm clouds gather behind his blue eyes. Jeremy gives the illusion that he is laid back and chill but I can totally understand how Jeremy would dominate anyone he was around. He could do that to me with just his eyes.
"I ran errands for the older people in the building and babysat for the younger mothers. I was good too. I could give you some money for helping me, I have some saved up. I was planning to move at the end of summer anyway because of how things were going at my sister's," I am babbling but I can't help it. I talk more when I'm nervous.
"I don't want your money, Meena. You can stay here for as long as you want to. I'm only concerned about your safety and well being."
I want to ask him why but his phone rings and he steps away to talk. I sit down on his little lounge and run my hands over the soft buttery leather. This thing must have cost a fortune. The cream color pops against the black silk sheets stretched across his bed. I plan to spend my time on his couch and being as unobtrusive as possible but this thing is wonderfully soft.
I look up and Jeremy's eyes are scanning over me. He's intense. Maybe I wasn't supposed to sit on this thing. He doesn't look mad like he did before when I mentioned paying my sister rent, but I can't read the look he's sending me. It's almost like one of the looks Leon gives me but I'm not completely creeped out by Jeremy's.
"I'm going to have to call you back, Tray. I am glad you got out and we'll meet up in a couple of days so I can grab our stuff from you. Stay safe," He hangs up and strolls towards me with purpose on his face.
"I was just going to stay on the couch. I didn't mean to sit here. I'm sorr
y I thought it was okay to sit on," I shut up finally but I can't bring myself to look up at him.
He comes to stand right in front of me. It doesn't escape my attention that his crotch is right in front of my face, one of the reasons I looked down to start with. He takes my chin in his hand so he can tilt my head up and make me look him in the eyes.
"You can sit on it anytime you want to, Meena. I personally hope that you will let me on there with you too."
I try to think of a way for him to fit on the thing beside me. It curves up and swooshes down and even though there's plenty of room for one person to lay on I'm not sure how comfortable two people would be sitting on it, especially Jeremy who is a big guy.
"It's a sex lounger, Meena, and if you're a very, very good girl I'll show you the straps I use to tie a person down to it."
My eyes grow as big as saucers, there is no way I am hiding my reaction to what he just said. Then my mind goes slower back over what he said and I think about how many people Jeremy could've tied down to this particular piece of furniture.