by Amy Brent
“I think that all you need is a real man to take control. I’m not leaving here until you give me something and I don’t care if it comes from your mouth or your tiny little pussy. One of your holes is going to give it up and it’s up to you how this goes.” He was really saying this and expecting me to lie down and take it for the team. “What is it going to…?” I kicked him in the balls and then I grabbed the baseball bat by the fridge and swung it wildly. It barely missed his head and he was now backing away with this look of panic on his face.
“I told you that if you couldn’t accept it then you could leave. Now I’m telling you that you should leave before I hurt you…badly. I might call 911 when you’re bleeding on my floor, but I wouldn’t hold my breath. Jack, you were the only thing at my job that I found tolerable. That’s the only reason why I decided to give you a chance to get to know me better. I didn’t think that after three dates that you would consider that open season. If you insist on playing this game, then I’m going to have to show you my Louisville slugger. It has come in very handy over the last few years. I don’t take this kind of crap off of any one.” I stood my ground and I knew what kind of stance would be perfect to level the kind of swing that would do the maximum amount of damage.
“You are one crazy bitch and you deserve to be alone.” He tripped over his own shoes and landed on his ass. “If you’re looking for trouble…then you’ve found it. Don’t even think that this is done. I’m going to become your worst nightmare.” I had no desire to have a stalker in my life. “By all means, come back and I’ll give you seconds. The next time, you might find that I’m packing more than just a baseball bat. I’ve had my eye on this gun and I think that it’s about time that I make a necessary purchase. That way, you will know coming up against me will be your final act. I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m not going to allow you to treat me like your own personal dumping ground.” I was the one in the driver’s seat and standing over him brandishing that weapon gave me a sense of power that I couldn’t get anywhere else.
I’d tried to get in touch with Spencer and mostly I got back an obligatory text message on my birthday or Christmas. It seemed so clinical and didn’t even remind me of the man that had taken me to a plateau of pleasure that I had not experienced before. I was kicking myself. I had no idea what would make him leave that rashly and with no explanation. My father was away and I tried to talk to him, but he was steadfast that Spencer didn’t have a home here anymore. I had no idea why he felt that way and he was in no hurry to give me any kind of clarification.
“You’re not going to get away with treating me like this. No woman is going to make me fear for my life. I think that I need to teach you a lesson in manners.” He got to his feet, breathless and looking at me with anger that seethed into his very soul. “Why wait for tomorrow when you can do for yourself today? You think that a baseball bat is going to stop me from getting what I want?” He had suddenly found a new courage and this was the one time that I felt like I was in over my head.
“Stay away from me. You’re just another creep that is only after one thing. I will not be somebody’s punching bag. Try something and I will show you what I’m made of.” I was showing him courage, but it wasn’t the way that I was feeling. I was basically throwing up a wall and hoping that he was buying that I could pound him into mincemeat.
He took a few tentative steps forward and I mistakenly wavered for a second with my hand firmly clasped on that bat. My mistake was backing away; that gave him the opening that he was looking for. He took another step and I swung the bat with not much behind it. This time, he caught it in both hands and wrenched it from my hand. He left me to feel the effects in my numb fingertips.
He pressed the bat up against my chest and pushed me back, until I tumbled back onto the couch. He hovered over me with his hand on his zipper. He made me realize that I’d definitely bitten off more than I could chew. “This is going to be the most fun that I’ve had with a woman in some time. I’m tired of women that promise something and never deliver. I’m tired of footing the bill for meal after meal only to get the it’s not you it’s me speech. I’ve even considered resorting to paying for it, but I’m not going to do that.” He wasn’t blessed, but I certainly didn’t like the idea of being told what to do.
“If you think that I’m just going to lie here and take it, then you are seriously delusional. I will fight you every step of the way, scratching and biting. There’s no way that you’re going to leave here in one piece. I will take a piece of you with me and that’s a guarantee and a promise all mixed into one.” He smiled and I think that he enjoyed the hunt. He was a predator with more money than brains. I was apparently his prey, but I knew how to bite back.
“I don’t know why you women just won’t give it up for an hour. That’s all the time that I need and then you can go about your business and not have to deal with me again. It would be so much better if you were more compliant, but if I have to make you do this, then I’m more than capable of doing that.” He really wasn’t the guy that I thought he was. The way that he was acting was like he was making me the product of all of his woes. He was taking all those women that had wronged him in the past and he was now projecting it onto me. I would fight back, but in the end his weight would probably overpower me. I could only hope that I would be able to convince him otherwise.
“I hope that you do. I love a girl that shows a bit of spunk. I’m just not sure if you’re that girl, but I guess we’re going to find out.” He had his hand on my knee and his very touch had me cringing to the notion of being taken by him. He looked so good on the outside, but I think I knew deep down that he was only playing a part. “You can fight all you want.” He took his right hand and reached out to turn on the stereo. That music was blaring and the thumping beat was a good way to mask the possible screams that were going to come from my mouth.
I couldn’t hear a damn thing and he was saying something, but there was no way that I could make out what it was. It was possible that I didn’t want to know. His derogatory statements up to this point had already revealed the kind of man that he was.
He pushed my knees apart and the skirt that I was wearing had risen a few inches, which only made him lick his lips. It was creepy and wrong. He made me feel like this was inevitable and then suddenly his eyes lost focus. He pitched forward and landed face first in my crotch. I didn’t hear the footsteps approaching or the breaking of the vase over his head. I didn’t see the visitor and how he had taken exception to the way that Hank was treating me. Over his splayed out form, I could barely make out a figure that had come in at precisely the right time.
It took a moment, but I finally saw who it was and that face reminded me of the very last time that I’d seen him. The way that he had taken me over this couch made those four years melt away into nothing. He turned off the stereo and was standing there in a very expensive suit and tie. His face was completely shaved and his hair had been cut down to the stubble.
“I thought that I would surprise you and I guess it’s a good thing that I did. I know that you probably think that I forgot about you, but that’s only because your father wants you to believe that. I’ve tried to reach out to you, but I’ve been blocked at every turn. I couldn’t come to you and I suppose you have every reason to hate me.” I wanted some kind of explanation, but for now I was just grateful that he had come in when I needed him the most.
“I’m not sure what you want from me. You left four years ago and you expect me to welcome you back with open arms and legs. I’ve changed and I don’t need a man to complete me. I don’t need a man for anything and I can do for myself better than anybody. I’ve lived with your rejection and there’s no reason for you to tell me that it was just one of those things. I’m not feeling in a very talkative mood. Get rid of this garbage and maybe then we can have a heart to heart.” I was angry and seeing him after all this time had brought back all of those hurt feelings. I wanted to slap him, but I thought it was better to
find out what he was hiding from me all this time. It was obvious that there was some kind of tension between him and my father. Spencer’s mother was my stepmother, but she had been jet setting across Europe the last two years. It wasn’t much of a structured family and only my father would show up on special occasions.
“Give me a few minutes to call a taxi and have this guy sent home to the address in his wallet. I’m also going to leave him with a brief note. I’m going to word it in such a way that your intention will be very clear. I’m going to make him believe that you had a boyfriend that didn’t take kindly to him putting his hands on you. I’ll even leave him with a photograph of the two of us looking at each other lovingly at the county fair. That was two days before we did anything, but I guess we need to start slow and work our way up to any kind of physical connection.” He was bigger than I remembered and he easily lifted this guy on his shoulders when the taxi arrived.
“You may as well leave with that taxi. I have no idea what you could possibly say that could justify being treated like a skid mark.” He stopped with this guy on his shoulder and looked over at me, before shaking his head. “I mean it. I really don’t see that there’s anything that we have to say to one another. I’m not the same woman and my heart has hardened. I don’t need this drama and you can take it and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine.” I was telling him very clearly that coming back up here after he got rid of the garbage was not a good idea.
Chapter three
I had all of this pent up aggression and I needed something to unleash it on. If he had the balls to come up here after getting rid of him, then he was really in for a rude awakening. I paced back and forth, wearing a hole in the carpet and not caring that the venom spewing from my lips was going to make me feel a whole lot better about everything. This anger was building by the second. Just remembering the way that he left dug a knife into my gut and that pain of losing him came back in a different way. It now manifested into this festering boil than had to be excised from my body once and for all.
I waited and then I heard him approaching. He was not going to take my suggestion to heart and that was his cross to bear. He opened the door gently and didn’t barge in like he owned the place. He looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was dressing nicely and I could tell from the bling that he had made it big.
“The one thing that I need to tell you right from the beginning is that you did scare me. I had everything planned and then we had to face each other. I had to find your journal and read your thoughts. I didn’t want to be a part of this family. I found a way to stick it to your father. I think that you remember that when we were in the middle of what we were doing four years ago that I said that my time was limited. It was beyond my control. I was working behind the scenes to cripple your father’s empire. I knew from the moment that he married my mother that he wasn’t in love. He was using her for her money and I decided to turn the tables. The way to do that was to disappear for awhile. I know that it doesn’t seem fair and you can imagine that your father wasn’t exactly pleased.
“You… betrayed my father?” I never knew what had caused the split between him and my father. I knew that my father was suffering and he looked like he had aged 20 years in the past four. He was always screaming on the phone. We had to make some concessions. The house was already paid for, but the cars that he had in his collection slowly vanished one year after the other. “How can you possibly think that we could be anything if you could do that to my father?” I was trying to be a loyal daughter, but underneath I just wanted to jump into his arms and curl my legs around his waist.
“You have to admit that your father is a bit of a tyrant. I had to make him see that I was not some weak coward. I found other enemies that bandied with me to knock him off his high pedestal.” With each sentence out of his mouth, I found myself letting him get close. My body was already on high alert and then those warning bells went off from the moment that he grabbed me at the waist and pulled me to him. “He needed to learn a lesson. He couldn’t treat people like that and get away with it.” He had his hand on the small of my back. Being this close made me want him even more.
“I can’t believe that my father pushed you too far. You need to make me believe the reason why you haven’t reached out. I understand that my father gets underneath the skin of a lot of people. He tried to keep me sheltered from his business, but I’ve witnessed some of his tirades.” His member was already rock hard and feeling his warmth was like striking a match to the gasoline that was our very unstable relationship.
“There hasn’t been a day that has gone by that I haven’t thought of you. You are right when you said that when I left you I would always have you in the back of my mind. I’ve had other conquests, but they’ve never amounted to much. Every time that I tried to reach out, I had your father to play referee. I could’ve come back, but I couldn’t do that with him lurking in the shadows and ready to strike. I know he’s in Jakarta and that gave me that brief window of opportunity to see you again.”
He grabbed me by the throat and he made me walk backward down the hallway to the bedroom. He had my undivided attention and just seeing him was like those days that he had been gone had vanished.
“I don’t want to do this again. We can’t and we shouldn’t.” I was trying my best to remain impartial, but the feeling of him pressed up against me was making me lose my defenses. The walls that I’d put up crumbled and before long we were falling headlong onto the mattress. He stripped off his clothes and I saw that the years had been kind. He was made and sculpted to be that of a Greek god. His body hair had been trimmed nicely and the way that he looked at me made me want to succumb to whatever he wanted to do.
“I know that you don’t mean that, Megan. Just being this close to you makes it impossible for me to do anything but ravage your body. I know that I’m being selfish, but I can’t help myself. We’ve always had this effect on one another. We can’t even be in the same room together without doing something about this animalistic heat. It’s almost feral and I feel overwhelmed in your presence.” He was frantically pulling at my clothes and before long there was nothing to separate our skin from touching one another. “You had me by the balls from the moment we met and I know that you would do anything to please me.” He lifted my legs, until my ankles were touching my ears. I didn’t know that I was that flexible. I really didn’t know what I was capable of.
“I know that I should tell you to go to hell, but I can’t do that. Everything about you is just right and it feels like a landslide of emotions that have come over me in the blink of an eye.” Just the sound of him calling my name was enough for me to close my eyes and immerse myself into the man. The stars had aligned and somehow this felt right, even though I knew that his lame excuse didn’t have much weight behind it. “I’m not going to be able to stop this from happening. It has always been that feeling of a once in a lifetime encounter when I’m with you. Somehow it feels like nothing has changed between us, even though you betrayed the very memory of what we had.” I thought that I might have metaphorically slapped him across the face or thrown cold water on his parade, but it didn’t seem to bother him to hear my caustic words.
“I know that I hurt you by leaving. I want to assure you that you haven’t been too far away from my thoughts.” He did this by sucking one toe and then moving on to the other, until those feelings were tingling along my limbs and translating to raising the temperature between my legs. He had turned up that heat and I was squirming to his touch. Not even a dose of cold reality was going to prevent me from taking this moment in my hands.
“I know that you wanted forever and I could only give you that one time. You don’t know how much that hurt me.” His tongue was now igniting those nerve endings along my inner thigh. His hot breath caused me to lunge forward in hopes that I could impale myself on that oral digit. “That’s not how this is going to go. You may feel justified, but for me I will always have the power.” H
e wasn’t lying and before long he was taking the decisions out of my hands. It was more than enough to make me rise on my elbows to see what he was doing.
“I know for certain that you and I don’t work. Don’t worry, I know that you’ll be gone and I will not have to worry about you… AGAIN.” I was spewing venom, but he was more interested in hearing cries of ecstasy. He had me feeling those things again when I thought that they had been dead and buried. “My God…you are one hell of a man. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to… YESSSSSS.” My mind was telling me one thing, but my body was telling me that it was time to let it all go. This was real and there was nothing imaginary about the way that he was bringing me to the cusp of womanhood. I lost control. I thought that he would stop there, but it appeared that he had learned a few more tricks during our years apart.
I could smell his aftershave and the shampoo that he used was also familiar. I breathed the essence of the man and the feeling of his tongue working its magic was like I was transported. He finally raised his head with one last parting shot to my clit for good measure. I trembled to that touch and he knew exactly how to weave a spell around me.
“It’s almost shocking that I would feel this way after all this time, Megan. I am, after all, considered family. Coming back was supposed to be brief to explain myself and then to let you get on with the rest of your life.” When I should’ve been going forward, I was going backward into old habits that were hard to break. He brought his dripping cock up to my mouth and paint brushed it across my lips. It was leaving this distinct taste that I’d been without for too long.