by Elaine May
He’s a bastard for the next few days. Now he has me where he wants me he thinks he can go back to being a dick.
What should I have expected?
I feel restless, like I am a caged animal hidden to the world behind bars and Charlton has the key to my freedom, just standing watching me. Why does he always have to look so sexy?
I need something, anything that I can concentrate on more than him, but nothing comes to mind.
My body is on fire for him.
The next day Daddy has his driver come and get me and Sammy and take us to the hospital, it is hospital day again and I am excited to see all the children’s smiley faces when they see Sammy. As the car pulls up to the main doors I can see the crowd of people hanging around with microphones and cameras, they can’t be here for me, surely not.There is no way they know I would be here today. I say thank you to the driver and step out of the car and themoment I am seen it is like everyone wants a piece of me and my ring. There is no doubt that it is a beautiful ring and sometimes I still can’t believe I am the one to wear it. The little girl inside is jumping up and down in joy that I am the one chosen to marry Charlton.
That he will be mine.
It is all a lie, though, reality always has a way of running its way back into my brain with a massivethud and reminding me of what is really happening. I try to forget about everything the moment I step through onto the ward. It’s not as easy as I would have hoped because as I and Charlton have been plastered in every aspect of the news everyone knows what’s going on in my life more than I do. All the little girls want to see my pretty ring and the mummies just want to know more about what is happening and by the time I disappear for half an hour to take Sammy for a walk and check my phone I have an email from Charlton. It’s a copy of the press release and it states that we’ve known each other since we were children but recently started dating and just fell in love. We have made a home together just outside London and we’ll be getting married in just under three months.
Three months, seeing it written down in black and white just seems to bring it home to me.
In three months’ time I’ll be married.
Charlton will be my husband unless I can make him change his mind.
I have to, because that’s the only chance I have of getting out of this alive. I decide it’s time for another attack. I text him to find out what time he may be getting home and he says around seven so when four o’clock comes round I say goodbye to everyone and let Sammy have a walk again while we wait for the car. When I get home I give Sammy a treat and make myself a special bubble bath in theJacuzzi bath which seems to be the size of a small swimming pool. My body sinks within the confines of the soft bubbles and I try to de-stress myself. I shave my legs and underarms and by the time I get out I feel more relaxed. I do my makeup and then moisturize every part of my body so I’m nice and smooth and then Iook through Charlton’s wardrobe until I find the tie he seems to wear the most. It’s quite easy as it’s the one at the front of the drawer. I take hold of it and tie it around my neck, making sure the knot is nice and tight, and it rests just the right way between my breasts as I take a seat at the table. My legs stretched out resting on the table, I check the time on the oven and see that I don’t have much time left before he’ll be home. I look over at the balcony and Sammy seems happy enough to be outside enjoying the fresh air. It’s a much bigger balcony, it’s a much bigger flat,it’s just a shame about Mr Jekyll and Hyde. I hear his key in the door and then he’s walking through to the kitchen, dropping his keys on the side. He doesn’t even look for me, just carries on as if I’m not even here. I can only hope that maybe that’s what he wants, maybe this will end the way I have been wanting all along but then why does a part of me feel like it could break at that thought?
“Did you have a good day, dear?” I try to say in my sluttiest tone, it must work because he stops dead in his tracks and his jaw opens as he sees me.
“What are you doing?”
“I want you, Charlton.” I see his Adam’s apple bob as he gulps.
He looks almost constricted and I can tell that the last thing he wants to do is leave me here dressed like this when another part of him doesn’t want to give in. To fight.
“I really need you Charlton. N...Now.” I try to lengthen the now and he just gulps again. I glide my fingers down my chest and play with my nipples, biting my bottom lip as I look at him through my lashes and all Charlton can do is digest me all in. I slowly stand up, standing before him in nothing but what I was born with, my nipples pebble to attention as he looks at them, hungry to have them between his teeth. I know I look good as his tie lies between my breasts just above my bellybutton. I look sexy and right now Charlton can’t seem to keep his eyes off of me.
I’m the one in control now and he’d better remember that.
“I want your big fat cock inside me. Do you want me?” I try to look innocent as I lick my lips for effect and he just stares at me with his mouth wide open.
“N..N..now.” I say slowly making sure he can see my tongue work around the words.
“Oh god, you best get here now then.”
I walk towards him slowly, swinging my hips as I do, and I hear his breathing become heavier. I come up to the side of him, making sure to play with his hair and he leans into my touch.
“Do you want me to, Charlton?” I walk around him, making sure my finger runs along his skin as I make my journey. I lick up the side of his neck and he shudders in response to my touch
“Do you want me, big boy?” I grab him and squeeze him a little.
“Oh God yes.”
“Come get me.” I say as I tilt my head to the side towards him and bite my lip again.
“Bloody woman. Yes I really want you.” He whispers as he steps towards me.
When he reaches me he plays around with the tie as it dangles between my breasts and then he pulls it, forcing me up on my legs that start to shake at the way he is looking at me. He sits down on my chair and then pulls me onto his lap, I can feel how much he wants me by the bulge in his trousers that is now sticking into my leg. He really wants me, I feel almost bad about doing this, but the bastard needs this. Our lips lock and he takes my neck in his hand and squeezes a little. And it becomes harder to breathe, my back aches as he keeps knocking me against it. He lifts up a little and just looks at me while his hands glide over my body, leaving a path of hot lava in their wake but I have to stop this before it goes too far. I have to make him wait. He takes a hold of both of my legs and he tries to raise them, but I quickly put them down one at a time. He looks confused for a moment.
“What are you doing?” I can hear the desperation in his voice.
Ooops.
“Stopping you.”
“What?” He questions.
“You heard me.” I say as I sit up and wrap the towel around myself as tight as I can. He watches me as I get up and call Sammy.
“Where are you going?”
“I have a date”
“What the fuck?” He gets up in a flash and looks down at me with anger in his eyes.
“With who?” He questions as he tries to take a hold of my hand to stop me from moving.
“He’s the CEO of his own company.” If looks could kill I think I would be dead right about now. I can see he’s trying to say something, but he’s lost for words as I smirk at him. I turn around and walk towards the bedroom. Sammy follows me and as soon as I have closed the bedroom door I get into bed and turn on my kindle, tapping the side of me so Sammy will jump up and join me.
Time seems to melt away as I immerse myself in my latest read and I’ve completely forgotten about what I said to Charlton. All of a sudden the bedroom door swings open and he’s there looking at me.
“I thought you were....” He looks at the kindle in my hand as what I’m doing registers in his head and he gets my statement about a date. He starts to smile at me, his unease melting from his face until he sees Sammy next to me.
&nbs
p; “What the fuck???” He shouts, making Sammy raise his head in alarm.
“He’s on my bed again.” I look at Sammy and then at Charlton.
“Yeah... You should get used to it.” As if to just dismiss the conversation I go back to my kindle but not before Charlton’s parting words as he slams the door.
“We have an interview and a photo shoot with a magazine in the morning.”
What?
But I don’t go out and argue with him about it, I’ve done enough for one day.
****
He’s still being an arse since I moved in. It’s been a few days now and he still can’t get over Sammy’s accident in his car and the fact he sleeps on the bed we’re supposed to share, and there are all my lady’s products I’ve made sure are in places he can easily find. I should feel bad but I don’t, he threw his ring at me and this can be my way of getting back at him. It seems that I have lots of reasons to get back at him.
Bring it on. I’m making his life hell and it’s only going to get hotter. Ok, so thinking about it all reasonably, I guess the car is probably worth a million or two, but he can get it cleaned. Sammy didn’t mean to ruin it and Charlton is acting like the damn thing is broken and he’ll never be able to drive it again - and my lady products, he’s just going to have to get used to. There are so many important things for him to be worried about but instead he’s thinking about his car and what fills the cupboards. I’m supposed to be his wife, we’re supposed to be getting married. I’ve just uprooted my life for him and he’s being a complete bastard. What should I expect?
He’s always been like this.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
School is a lonely existence.
I miss how things used to be, I miss my best friend and her beautiful older brother. I find it best to spend my time on my own because otherwise I will just get more angry with all the stupid things that come out of everyone else’s mouth when they see me.
That night I get back to the flat late, it was a tough day. One of the little boys is really poorly and he just wanted to play with Sammy. I couldn’t say no to him and his parents were so grateful to me for staying so late. Sammy, as always, was fantastic, he sat down with the little boy and let him stroke him and hand him food. We stepped out into the grounds and every now and then the little boy would throw Sammy’s ball and he would run after it, wagging his tail. He would come trotting over, dropping the ball back to the boy and waiting for the ball to be thrown again. It was so cute. Anyway, I managed to call Daddy’s driver and he came to pick me up. I put my key in the door and as we step inside I can hear the laughter of a group of men. A wicked plan starts to form in my head.
This is going to be perfect. I take off my shoes and leave them by the door, just where he told me not to leave them. I give away a little cough and straighten my clothes and tell Sammy to go get them. He runs off and then I hear a round of manly urghhh what the fuck before I walk over to the table. Sammy has climbed on top of it, don’t get me wrong that’s something I wouldn’t condone, but at this moment it looks funny as he starts licking Charlton’s face, cards are all over the table in disarray.
“What’s going on?” I ask, trying to sound upset. He looks up at me, trying to push Sammy down, but he’s too happy on the table.
“Guys night, what do you think?”
I can tell mentally he’s going duhhh at me, but he looks so yummy.
Yummy?
What the?
Guilt no longer washes through me but instead vengeance, you’re paying for this one sunshine. I huff out some air and flap my arms around and pretend to be all over dramatic.
“Arghh Char....ltonI wanted to be with you tonight.” He raises his eyebrows as his friends look at him and then back at me again.
“I...I’ve just finished work.”
“You weren’t at work.” He questions me, and I can tell his friends are just waiting for what I’m going to say next.
“I wasn’t at work?” He thinks he’s so smart.
“What do you think I was doing?” I fold my arms around my stomach, just waiting for what might come out of his mouth next.
“I’m guessing not much.” He looks at Sammy and manages to pull him down from the table.
“Except playing with your lovely dog.” I can feel the frown grace my features as he starts to pick up all the cards and he and his friends start to laugh. They’re laughing, oh man, you’ve just raised the noose in your own hanging Charlton Williams. I look at him and his friends and they think they have already won the fight. I don’t think so.
“C...ch..char......lton.” He looks up at me.
“Yeah?”
“I need you.” He stops what he’s doing and just looks up at me.
“What?”
“I need you.” I start twirling my fingers around myhair and then I start biting my bottom lip as I shuffle on my feet.
“I need to feel you trying to fill me with little Charlton.”
“Excuse me?” He shouts as he gets up from his chair.
“What?”
One of his friends says around a table of laughter just as another one says.
“Little?” And the table erupts into another round of laughter as Charlton looks somewhat displeased.
Ha take that. Out of the corner of my eye I see Charlton take a hold of his dick as he looks at me but makes sure he talks loud enough that his friends hear his declaration.
“There’s nothing little here, princess.” He looks so cocky as his friend’s cheer while his hands still hold his precious tool and then look at back at me, just waiting for me to say something else.
“Well, I can’t remember.” I say as I place my hand onto the side of my face and lean in that side. There’s more laughter from his friends again.
“Wow mate she’s got you there. And your little dick.”
Charlton’s eyebrows crease in the middle, forcing lines to show around his brows and forehead as he rolls his eyes at his friends and falls back into his chair.
“My dick isn’t small, in fact it’s too big.” He aims that right at me as he begs me to question his latest claim.
“I can’t remember, and that doesn’t sound like big to me.” I shrug my shoulders and turn my back on them as I walk into the kitchen to get a glass of something stronger. I’m going to need it if I want to see this to the end. I can hear Charlton and his friends, something about them going so he can show me how big his cock really is. There’s more laughter this time and talk about how a husband is supposed to please his wife and if his dick is small he might need the practice. If I wasn’t laughing along with his friends I would actually feelguilty for doing this to him, but he’s never felt guilt for anything he has ever done to me. I can hear their footsteps as they approach the kitchen.
“We’re looking forward to the wedding of the century, Noelle.” One says as they all start putting their coats on and all my happiness at Charlton’s discomfort has disappeared to be replaced by my own.
The wedding. The days are rolling down and the numbers are far too small for my own liking. I can’t breathe, the kitchen walls are closing in as I realiseit’s getting closer and I don’t seem to be any closer to being able to stop it.
“I’m looking forward to it.” I say with a fake smile, don’t let either side down. They each grin and then say their farewells and before I know it I’m left in the flat with Charlton all on my own. He’s just looking at me and I don’t recognise the look that’s shouting to escape from his eyes. It’s not lust and it’s not hate, I have no idea what it is but I want to find out why it’s there. Why did he have to grow up to be so handsome? It was bad enough when we were younger and now it feels a hundred times worse. Everything about him is perfect, he’s perfect, and he could make any woman happy, he could make me happy. I shake my head, trying to force those thoughts away, where did they come from?
“A small dick?”
“That’s what I remember.” I shrug my shoulders again for effect and he
just grunts.
“You couldn’t think of something better?”
“No, not really.”
And it feels so right falling from my lips as he looks down on me and smiles his response. I want to be his good girl. I want to please him and make him happy and it’s so confusing as I’ve never felt like this before.
What is he doing to me?
I promised myself to never let myself be hurt by another man, but this man threatens to do it all again when we have both had enough of our playtime and I’m reduced to the mess I once was.
I want this,though, I want what he can give me even when it all ends. I don’t care for the repercussions, I just want what I want and only he can give it to me. I watch as he suckles each of my breasts and with my right still in his mouth he reaches his hands over behind me and I can feel the ropes loosen around me. Relief engulfs all my senses and then fire once again erupts as he sucks my nipple and then pinches the other with two of his fingers. His other hand works at the rope and suddenly an attack of sensations shatters my body, as he bites and squeezes at just the right time and my legs begin to wobble from beneath me. My body heat rises as every pain and pleasure is pin pointed at my nipples, it takes me by surprise and all I want to do is collapse into his arms as I ride out one of the best orgasms of my life. I can’t explain why but he is everywhere at once, seeping into every part of my body. Before I have even recovered he walks me forward and then pushes me on to the bed, the softness of the mattress moulds around my back and my legs as he looms in front of me, his cock is hard and big as it stands to attention between his muscled legs and my brain just wants to swoon at the image before me. Charlton grabs both my ankles and stretches my legs out and then pulls me forward so that my bum is now resting at the edge of the bed. He goes down on his knees and then he comes for my clit with full force as he pulls it between his two front teeth. I moan and thrash around the covers that cover his bed, my body heat is at boiling point and I just want to scream at him to make me come again. He keeps on teasing me with his teeth, then his tongue and then a finger and my fire is on the cusp, just waiting for the final blow but it never comes. Instead he flips me over with so much strength and I gulp in a few breaths as I settle on my stomach. His hands reach my hips and with the tips he raises my hips up and then with no warning he’s slamming into me with so much strength I’m sure he’s trying to rip me in two. His touch leaves my hips and then I feel his nails rake down my back. As soon as they hit my bum they go back to my neck and rake down again. Pin pricks race down my back with his nails and I tingle all over, it feels amazing. He changes his direction and he scratches up my back as well as down but the next time he reaches my neck he claps his hand around it. He squeezes hard, my wind pipe struggles under his fingers and I find it hard to breathe, but I know I am safe. He won’t do anything to really hurt me, it is all a part of his latest thrill and I’m loving it. He makes me arch my back as he pulls back on my neck, it’s getting harder to breathe.