by West, Sinden
He gave me a beautiful smile and leaned in close to my ear. “That is exactly what you are.”
He pulled me down onto the floor so I lay flat on my back. He pulled my jeans off, and my panties followed. He pushed up my knees and spread my legs before rubbing his thumb over my clit. It wasn’t long before I was on the verge of cumming, but then he slowed down, and I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me.
“I want you to say it before I let you cum.”
“Say what?” He leaned down so he was closer to my lips which he kissed softly.
“That you’re my plaything.”
I shook my head. “I won’t.”
He rubbed me achingly slow. “Just say it,” he told me, his voice soft.
I shook my head again, even as my body arched up to him.
“Say it.”
A moan escaped me as I desperately twisted my body and tried for the release he was denying me.
“Please,” I gasped. I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m your plaything,” I breathed. The humiliation swept over me first, and then the orgasm.
We both lay on the carpet, side by side. Not talking or touching, or even looking at each other. He was the first to move, sitting up and putting his top back on.
“I got you something.” He moved to grab a bag that sat in a chair. He pulled a box out of it and handed it to me as I sat up. The name of a well-known jewelry store was embossed in the front. I looked up at him warily. “Open it,” he urged.
I did so, slowly. Inside lay a flat silver necklace, maybe half an inch wide. There was no adornment to it, but it was beautiful and delicate. I picked it up and walked over to the mirror as I held it to my neck. Aaron came up behind me and fastened it. It lay tight at the base of my throat. Aaron swept my hair aside and kissed my neck. Then he looked up, and I met his eyes in the mirror.
“Now everyone knows you belong to me,” he said with a smile.
Chapter Thirty-Six
We settled into an uneasy domesticity.
I had wanted to take the necklace off as I got ready for work the morning after he gave it to me, but Aaron stopped me.
“No. I want you to wear it all the time.” His hands covered mine gently as I reached for the clasp.
“I can’t wear this to work. It’s too fancy. I’ll probably get mugged.”
He turned me to face him and kept his hands on my shoulders. “Look, just wear it. Okay? For me?”
I sighed. “All right.”
He smiled and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
“The weirdest things make you happy,” I commented.
He was still smiling as he grabbed his keys to give me a ride. After work, instead of taking me home, he drove to my apartment. When I look at him questioningly, he said, “We’re getting your things.” There was no discussion or querying over what I wanted. He just knew how pathetic my situation was. Michael either wasn’t home or was hiding in his room, so we headed straight to my bedroom. I had few belongings so I just grabbed the remainder of my clothes, except for the panties. I’d buy more of those.
I turned and stopped as I saw Aaron staring at the bedding that still bore Michael’s cum. The cocksucker hadn’t even bothered to clean it up. Aaron’s eyes flicked to me.
“Oh. That’s my roommates. Apparently he likes to use my underwear to toss off. I caught him yesterday which is–“
“Which is why you came back,” he finished.
“Yes.”
He looked at me, his thoughts unreadable, and I met his gaze unflinchingly. Finally, he looked back at the bed. “Sick fuck,” he said.
Like you can talk.
“Let’s just get out of here. It creeps me out.”
Aaron took the bag from me and walked out the door; I followed after casting one more glance at my soiled bed. Had I expected Aaron to act angrier over the cum on my bed? Had I wanted him to? Maybe a small part of me wanted his protection or wanted him to care, but I had to remind myself of what he was.
I left the apartment door unlocked on my way out. Hopefully, Michael would get robbed.
Once at home, Aaron wasted no time in stripping me naked except for the necklace. We screwed in every room of that house until fatigue took us. That’s when we curled up together in the middle of the soft carpet in one of the bedrooms and fell asleep.
That’s how it went on for two months. We fucked, I worked, Antony visited on occasion, and Aaron would often leave for several days at a time. I never asked what he was doing because I imagined him being capable of every horror I could think of. It was better not to know. After these trips, he would get drunk, and I mostly left him alone until he wanted me for sex. That’s when his cruelty could come out, but it was sporadic and never as bad as it had been. For the most part, he was nice to me, as nice as his cold, aloof personality could be, anyway, which actually just meant that he wasn’t being horrible.
The only other person who came to the house was a housekeeper. She came twice a week and kept the house spotless, never uttering a word to me as she got on with her job. I didn’t blame her. Aaron had probably scared the shit out of her early on. Thomas was dying to come inside the house, every time he dropped me off outside, he’d tell me that the house gave him a hard on. But I knew better than to break Aaron’s rules.
At least Thomas didn’t hold a grudge, and he was my only friend. He came up to me as I put fresh toilet rolls in the bathrooms at work. “Are you still doing the lesbian thing?”
“Are you kidding? No way. Why?”
“Because there’s a hot cougar asking after you.”
I frowned. “Maybe she made a mistake.”
“No, she asked for Paige. You’re the only Paige here, even though your boyfriend calls you Rachel. Which is weird…”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I muttered as I moved past him.
She sat at a table looking out of place. Her hair was curled, her lipstick bright and freshly applied, and her dress was tasteful yet revealing. I froze for a moment as I saw her. Then I swallowed and walked toward her, seating myself opposite where she sat. Her lips curved into a smile.
“Hey, baby.”
“Hi, Mom.”
I knew that smile. She was playing me.
“What do you want?” Her smile dropped at my tone and the real her revealed itself.
She brushed a stray hair away from her face. “Don’t take that attitude with me. You wronged me, remember? You went out of your way to piss me off. If either of us have a right to be angry, it should be me. Just you remember that.”
I slumped down in my seat. “Why are you here?” My voice sounded tired.
She leaned forward. “I heard you hooked up with a new, wealthy boyfriend.” She gave an amused smile. “I obviously taught you well.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “I’m not playing him. It’s just somewhere to live.”
“Oh? Are you in love then?” she mocked.
“Of course not.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
I let out a laugh of disbelief. “Even If I was playing your games, what would you hope to get out of it? I wouldn’t share it with you.”
Her face was suddenly serious. She reached a hand across the table and covered mine with it before letting out a sigh. “I’m your mother, Paige. I care about you. It took me forever to track you down. I just need to know that you’re being taken care of.” Her eyes scooted around my shitty workplace. “I think it’s obvious that he’s not taking care of you properly if you have to work here.” She gave my hand a comforting squeeze. “It’s all very well being a trophy girlfriend for a while, but eventually he will get tired of you and then where will you be? Working in places like this for the rest of your life? You need to get as much as you can from him–“
“Like that’s worked out so well for you?” I interrupted. “Where’s all the money now?”
She released my hand and leaned back in her seat. “I made some bad decisions. I admit it. But I still managed to provide for yo
u your whole life. You always got whatever you wanted.” She gave me a small smile. “You know, Todd and I have talked and worked out our issues. We’ve decided that once you’ve done whatever you need to with this man, then you should come home and stay with us.”
I laughed again, this time it sounded far more hollow. “So, what you mean is, if I come home with money I’m welcome? What’s wrong? Todd’s painting business not going so well?”
She looked at me sadly. “I’ve upset you. That wasn’t my intention.” She grasped her purse and stood, as did I. “I’m going to go. You know where I am if you need me.” She wrapped her arms around me, and her perfume enveloped me. “I love you, sweetheart. We need to make amends and be a family again. I know you’ll do the right thing.”
She turned and walked out with a confident sway of her hips looking picture perfect. I wiped sweat away from my forehead then wiped my hands on my clothes stained by ice-cream a kid had dropped on me earlier. I smelled like grease, and she had smelled like vanilla. I kept staring at the door through which she’d gone until someone yelling for service broke through my reverie.
I finished my shift in a bit of a daze, making multiple mistakes and not even caring. Thomas gave me a ride home because Aaron was busy. I tuned him out as he babbled, barely saying goodbye as I exited the car. I took a long shower, making it so hot that I felt like passing out. Afterward, I wrapped a robe around me and went down to the living room. I selected a Merlot from the wine rack; I didn’t know why Aaron even had wine, he only ever seemed to drink whiskey. I filled my glass with it, wondering what it would look like splashed across the snow white carpet. Then I settled in an armchair and waited for Aaron to get home.
It wasn’t long before he appeared.
“You’re drinking?”
“I had a bad day. Here, I poured you a drink.” I offered the glass of whiskey to him which he took before settling on the couch. As I sipped my wine, I felt his eyes on me.
“What happened?”
I shrugged. “I don’t want to talk about it. What did you do today?”
“I don’t want to talk about it either.”
I frowned at him. “Why don’t you ever tell me about what you do?”
He raised an eyebrow at me before saying, “It doesn’t make for pleasant conversation.”
I stared directly at him. “You don’t trust me.”
He sighed, and I could tell he was getting pissed off, so I changed direction.
“Do you want to watch a movie with me?”
“Why not?” He forced a smile. I put a DVD on before sitting beside him. I kept filling up his glass while I sipped my one glass of wine. I could tell he was drunk when he started putting his arm around me and pulling me to him as if we were normal boyfriend-girlfriend. When it finished, he was practically stumbling up the stairs. I helped him strip off his clothes before tucking the sheets around him. I slipped in beside him, and it wasn’t long before he was passed out.
The cable ties still lay in the bedside table, and I quietly extracted two of them before contemplating how I was going to do this. The headboard had cut outs for decorative effect, and the wood was narrow enough to get the tie through. Hopefully it would hold. I worked quietly and as quickly as I could. His limbs were floppy, and it took some doing, but finally, I had him secured with both hands above his head.
He didn’t wake up until I started to lick his cock. I kept to the side, well away from any legs that may kick out. His eyes opened suddenly, darting upwards to where his arms were restrained. He pulled violently, but the ties held.
“What the fuck, Rachel?”
“Shh,” I whispered between licks. I swirled my tongue around the head, and he started to harden. “This little thing likes this, even if you don’t.” I took him in my mouth and started to suck, rubbing my mouth up and down his shaft.
“Rachel, I swear to god, you better fucking cut me loose right now!”
I removed my mouth and looked up at him. “You better start being nicer to me. Otherwise, I’m going to leave you with this hard on until you behave.”
I flicked my tongue down his most sensitive part and he flinched. “Rachel. Let me go, or you are going to be so sorry.”
“You need to trust me,” I told him simply, before firmly clamping my lips over his cock and working it back and forth down my throat. After a while, I drew back and looked at him. He was still fuming.
“Do you want to finish this?” I asked. He stared at me, his jaw hard, but then he jerked his head up and down in a stiff nod. I thought about making him beg, but I knew he would never do that.
I milked him into my mouth, making sure to swallow every last drop and lick him clean. When I raised my head to look at him, he was staring down at me. I took a breath and grabbed the small knife from the drawer. He stayed still while I cut the first tie, but the second he was free of the other one, his hand wrapped around my throat, pushing me flat on the bed as he hovered above me.
“Don’t you ever fucking do something like that again.”
I stared straight back at him, in spite of the fear I was feeling. “You need to trust me.”
“Really? Do you trust me?” He flipped me over so I was on my stomach, his hand on the back of my neck. His fingers roamed down over my bottom, before stroking at my anus. I flinched and struggled fruitlessly at that. “I can do this without hurting you? Do you trust me to do that?” He rubbed his finger over it.
“NO!” I yelled. “No. Don’t do that. I hate that!”
The finger withdrew, and his hand released my neck. I scrambled up to a sitting position only to be met with him looking amused. This angered me.
“Why do you always have to have the upper hand?” I sneered.
He shook his head at me. “I always have to be in control, Rachel. Always.”
I bit out a laugh. “So where does that leave me?”
“You don’t like it? You know where the door is.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
I scowled at him.
Arrogant cunt…
I watched as he threw the covers back over himself and settled his head down on the pillow. The smugness on his face was unmistakable. After a few seconds of practically panting with indignation, I made the wisest decision I could ever make. I chose the door.
I started to pull on clothes haphazardly as I walked toward the closet to get my bag. My hands grabbed for whatever they could reach quickly before shoving them into the bag, and then I headed to the bathroom for my toiletries. Aaron was sitting up in bed by this stage, watching me with no expression. When I emerged, he shook his head at me.
“You’re a child. Throwing a tantrum because you don’t get your own way?”
I stopped my actions to glare at him. “You’re no better than me. The only difference is that your tantrums are cruel and hurtful.”
He laughed, which only served to fuel my anger. “Where is your gratitude for everything I’ve done for you?”
I let the bag drop to my feet. “Gratitude? You’re crazy. What have you ever done for me except give me somewhere to stay?”
He watched me for a second before speaking. “Michael Emerson, obese loser, music major, virgin for sure, liked to watch his roommate naked in the shower through a tiny camera, also liked to wank on her bed…currently rotting in a national park somewhere.”
My mouth dropped open. “What did you do?” His eyes held mine, but he didn’t speak. I ran toward the bed and jumped on him so I straddled him, pushing him flat down, and he let me. “What did you do?”
“You know. Don’t make me spell it out.” His whole demeanor was so calm in comparison to my rapidly beating heart.
I moved off him, sitting beside him and hugging my knees. I felt him return to his sitting position. It was a moment before I could look at him. “Why did you do that?” My voice cracked slightly.
“You know why.”
“Do I?” My voice sounded so lost and small. I didn’t fight when he took one of my hands i
n his.
“You belong to me and he fucked with you. It’s simple.”
I laughed but it was devoid of any humor. “Are you going to…hurt… anyone that fucks with me? Because I saw my Mom today, and she’s just the same selfish bitch as ever. Are you going to hurt her?” Tears had started to run down my cheeks by now. “Because that would kill me. I hate her, I do. But if anything ever happened to her. I think I’d die.”
His hand cupped my cheek as his thumb gently rubbed over my cheekbone. “Not if you didn’t want me to. Do you know why I like it when everyone in your life craps on you? Your mother, your boyfriend, your roommate, Nora…Because every time they do something to you, it drives you closer to me.” He brushed aside one of my tears.
“That’s not normal,” I whispered.
He gave me a sad smile. “What about us is normal, Rachel? Nothing. I know I may scare you sometimes, but deep down I think that you’re as attached to me as I am to you.”
“Is that a declaration of love?” I spat.
“What’s love got to do with anything? I’m a good provider. You work because you feel the need to be independent, that’s all. I protect you. What else is there?”
I pulled away, biting my lip and swinging my legs over the side of the bed so I could stand, albeit unsteadily. I grabbed the bag and swung the strap over my shoulder. I turned back at him before I walked out the door.
“We’re both just so wrong. We shouldn’t even exist.”
Before I reached the door, he called out, “I still have that list you made me. I can make every man who ever hurt you pay.”
I stopped mid-step.
“I know it won’t make anything better. It doesn’t take away the hurt,” he continued.
I looked back at him. “Then what’s the point?”
He bit his lip quickly as if trying to stop from saying something, but then he released it. “It would make me feel better. I know that’s selfish.”
I started to laugh; a laughter mixed with tears as he stared at me, confusion apparent. The bag dropped to the ground, and I sat on the edge of the bed, holding myself and still laughing.