When I hear the lock click and I'm hit with the scent of multiple perfumes overlaying the scent of alcohol, I know Jade has decided to finally drag herself home. I've been waiting for hours, though I'm used to that by now. She says "I'll be home by ten." She's never home earlier than midnight, and she only came home that early once. I see her shut the door and then she's calling for me. "Tori? I'm home." Her voice isn't loud. It doesn't need to be. She knows that I'm always sitting here, waiting. Every time.
"I know. Did you have fun?" I try to keep the bitterness from my voice and make it seem like I'm genuinely concerned if she had a good time or not, but even so, a bit of it shines through anyway. I can't help it.
"Help me to the couch." As always, it's a command. Jade never asks, just demands. And I know better than to disobey. I stand from my sitting position on the couch and make my way to her carefully, making sure that there's nothing in the way for her to trip on. My arm loops around her waist and I sling her arm across my shoulder for support. "There were a lot of people out tonight. And the girls were… damn." A smirk spreads across her face. She knows I hate it when she tells me about her conquests. I'm certain that's the reason she does exactly that. As we walk back to the couch, her hand reaches out and sloppily brushes against The worn collar around my neck. I remember the day she gave it to me, telling me in no uncertain terms that if I was going to be her girlfriend, I had to give her all of myself. Even my will. I was okay with that. I mean, I didn't know things were going to go this far. Now, I regret ever confessing my feelings for the raven-haired beauty. I let the woman drop from my hold onto the cushions below and I flop down on the other end of the couch, as far away from her as I can get.
"You're only putting yourself in an early grave, you know." I pull my knee to my chest and wrap my arms around the top part of it, resting my chin on the top of it.
"Oh but what a way to go, Vega. This is the life right here." I feel her feet kick up onto the couch and it just ignites something in me.
"Yeah, drinking yourself into liver failure and catching various STDs from all the girls you fuck is such a great way to die. Oh, the glory." The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them and I complete the statement with a glare, leaning my head back on my neck. I can't look at her right now. She's fishing for a fight and I know it, but I know that snapping on her like I want to will just end in disaster. Seconds later I feel fingers wrap around my collar and she gives it a little yank, forcing my head back up to look at her.
"You don't have to stay here, ya know. You can walk away whenever you want. If you don't want to be with me, you know where the fucking door is." Then her lips are hard on mine, as if she's trying to remind me of just who I'm talking to. She pulls away, our lips parting with a smack, and stumbles to her feet, kicking off her boots and staggering in the direction of the hallway. "And you also know where the bedroom is. Put the key on the counter if you decide to leave." Those are the words she tosses over her shoulder as she leaves. I just sit there for awhile, thinking. I could leave, right now. Right this instant. I could rid myself of this sweet torture once and for all. I could go back and stay with my parents or Trina or someone for awhile until I could get myself on my feet. I could be… happy? The thought is quickly discarded as I stand and pick up her strewn boots and set them neatly by the door. I make my way down the all too familiar hallway and into our bedroom. Without a word, without even a single peep, I cross the room and climb into the bed beside her, pulling the blanket around myself as I settle with my front facing her back. I don't dare try to cuddle. We've never been that kind of couple. It takes a few seconds, but I finally realize that her back is bare. She's naked. As soon as that epiphany hits, she rolls over and sprawls her body over mine. She looks into my eyes, and just like always they're dark and unreadable.
"Tell me that you love me." She murmurs softly, and I can smell the alcohol on her breath as it fans out across my face. Scotch. She always has liked the 'classy' drinks. I stare back up at her, trying to see past the haze in her eyes. I'm tired, not just physically but mentally too. I've been dealing with Jade for over four years now, so long that obeying her orders is like a second nature to me. But I'm sick, so sick, of her walking all over me and treating me like I'm nothing. So I reach up, cup her cheek in my hand and give her a soft smile, murmuring sweetly to her.
"My parents taught me that lying was bad."
Her nostrils flare and I try to cling to the small feeling of victory pumping in my chest at the moment instead of focusing on how terrified I am at how she may react. She shakes my hand away from her face, a low growl rumbling from her throat. "And Jade says that you know what your options are. You've known what your options were from the beginning and the door is in the other direction. Do you want to leave me, Tori?" Her voice has calmed a bit and now she's speaking to me the way a mother would to a child that just doesn't understand something and her hands have slid onto my wrists, holding me against the mess of sheets and pillows beneath me. Her question rings in my ears, pounds through my veins, and for the first time ever I have to take a moment to think before I answer her.
"No." Even though I know I've just put the last nail in my own coffin, I struggle against the hands holding me down, just to feel like I'm not giving up completely.
Her hands tighten and push my own harder against the pillow, fighting to keep them still. It's an easy struggle though. She's stronger than me, she always has been. A sickening smile crosses her lips. "Good girl." She praises me, leaning down to nuzzle her face against my neck. She repeats her words from earlier, more firmly this time and in a tone that lets me know she's not playing around. "Tell me that you love me."
"I love you." I tilt my head to the side, allowing her more room to show what little affection she will. It's not a lie. It never has been, but the words feel like pitch black ink, staining my mouth and soiling it with obscurity. She makes me say it a lot. Sometimes I think she makes me say it as a reminder of my devotion to her to herself as well as me. To reassure herself that she's got me right where she wants me. Those three little words seem to be all the permission she needs to roam her hands along my body, tracing every dip and curve of me.
"You're such a good girl, Vega. Always so willing to please me. Hands up." As I follow her command, she tugs my shirt over my head and tosses it carelessly behind her. If there's anything pure and untainted about Jade, it's her knowledge of my body; which places to touch to bring out which sounds and the fastest way to make me crash around her. But even that isn't completely pure, considering how she learned those things. Her body presses against mine. This is the beginning of a dance routine I know all too well, but I feel the anticipation build anyway. I remember losing my virginity to her. Everyone had always told me that the first time, I wouldn't come, because of the pain. But they lied. Jade had brought me down around her so many times that I lost track, and we'd been together ever since. I've had other casual partners, just to see if someone could make me feel the way she does just without the hurting heart, but they always fell short. They were never her. I don't know how, because I never told her, but somehow, she always knew. I knew that she knew because the next time we had sex after one of my "affairs", she was harder, meaner, rougher. I'm brought out of my thoughts by a hot mouth closing around my nipple and sucking harshly. Her teeth scrape against it as her hands dip into my shorts, skimming down my thighs slowly. A small moan pushes through my lips, though reluctantly. I love this, love this pleasure threading through my bloodstream, but I absolutely loathe the price it comes at. My hands automatically go to her back, fingers flexing against her skin as the pleasure starts to build and crawl across my skin. She grins and tugs my shorts away, tossing them over her shoulder just like my shirt. Part of me regrets not wearing undergarments to bed. She pulls away from my breast and gives the other equal treatment, blowing a cool stream of air against it before taking it into her mouth. Hands part my thighs roughly and plant them to the bed, just enough to give her room to settle between them. She puts extra pressure on them to make sure I understand what she wants; keep still. My mind is beginning to cross into that half-conscious state, the one where all I can focus on is her and how she's making me feel. My eyes blink lazily a few times, another soft moan bubbling up from my lips, her name infused in it. She loves hearing her name on my lips. Again, I think it's a reminder. Her hands take mine and curl them around the bars in the headboard. As her mouth caresses my breasts, her hips swirl against mine. She bites softly at the nipple she has currently before she slides her lips up my neck, biting every inch of skin she can get to. "Tell me how good I make you feel." She whispers huskily into my ears, her hips rolling against mine again. It feels like my body is on fire, fingers curling around their purchase. Everywhere I'm being touched it feels like I'm on fire, like she's burning me alive in the most delicious way. Her lips leave a trail of sparks on my skin and suddenly it feels hard to breathe properly. I almost don't hear her speak, but it does register eventually and I know that if I don't answer, she'll stop.
"So good, Jade. Better than anyone else. I love it. I love you." I breathe out softly, struggling not to move. It's an unspoken rule that we don't talk about my other lovers. She chuckles a bit, arching her back so that our breasts slide against each other and her hips move against mine continually, letting our clits brush up against each other over and over.
"I know." She growls, hips moving harder against mine, and I know she must be thinking of all the people I've been with that weren't her. "Nobody else can make you feel this way, no matter how hard you try to recreate it." Her hand falls to my hip, nails digging into my skin as she pulls me tighter against her. Soon, I'm on the edge and my thighs are trembling and I'm shaking, desperate to finish. My hands tighten ever harder around the bars they're gripping. This is how it's always been. She always does all the work, she touches me but I can never touch her. It drives me out of my mind, knowing that as soon as she's done with me, she's off fucking some other girl, letting her do the things that she won't let me. "Tell me you belong to me." Her hips give one particularly hard thrust and I'm gone.
"I'm yours!" I almost scream as it floods over me, making my body shiver and twitch as I suck lungful after lungful of air into my mouth.
But her words, they play on a loop in my head that's going a million miles per nanosecond and this brings me crashing down to reality. That's all this is to her: ownership of me, nothing more. I'm never going to hear the three words she forces from me daily, we're never going to get married or have kids or do any of the things young girls dream of. And something in me snaps. I grab her wrist roughly and force her away from me.
"Fuck you, Jade." I quickly stand and find my shirt, yanking it over my head quickly then find my shorts and pull them on. My fingers fumble as I undo the worn leather loop around my neck and throw it in her direction as I stomp out of the bedroom. I find my key quickly and leave it on the counter then run to my car. Seconds later she's barreling out the front door, bellowing out to me.
"Get back here, Vega!"
"Fuck you! I'm going home." I can't believe she has the nerve to come after me and demand that I go back. I don't have to listen to her. I'm not a child anymore. I slide into my car and start it up. In an instant she's by my window, the collar clenched firmly in her fist.
"You are home, Vega. Now, get your ass out of that car and get back in the house. I'm not finished with you yet." She leans into the window towards me, fire burning in her eyes. "Don't make me repeat myself."
Where there's fire and brimstone in her eyes, there's thunder and lightning in mine. "No." The word feels strange on my tongue when used in this respect, but I stand firmly by it. Before I can register her hand running towards my face, she's smacked me. The sound of skin on skin resonates through the air, echoing back towards her as a devilish grin splits her face and she leans farther in, half of her upper body in my car and close to me. Her hand rests on my throat, her eyes flicking towards it before moving up to meet mine.
"You walk away now, Vega, and everything I've ever given you is gone." Her hand slides lower, teasing between my breasts. "Are you sure you want to leave this behind?"
Jade only ever hits me when she's being dead serious and I know it. I sigh in defeat and turn my car off, sliding out of it. "It's time for bed now, Vega." She tries to wrap an arm around me and kiss my head but I evade the 'loving' gestures and storm into the house. I make myself comfortable on the suede couch, pushing my face against the cushions. A few seconds later, I hear her come in, close the door and lock it behind her. "I believe I said 'bed time', Tori. Does that look like a bed to you?" Her voice is smooth and slow, deadly almost. "Get up."
"No. I'm perfectly fine right here, so I'm not going to bed." To emphasize my point, I curl into the fetal position and burrow further.
She tsks softly. "I tried to warn you." She murmurs softly, wrapping her arms around my waist and lifting me up. "I tried to do this the easy way Tori, but you leave me no choice but to punish you." She flips me over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and makes her way to the bedroom. As soon as she touches me, I know I'm in trouble. I struggle against her anyway, kicking and flailing, bringing my fists down on her back as hard as I can and as many times as I can.
"Let me go! You can't do this to me!"
She gives me a harsh shake, dropping me on the bed and whipping around to face me. "You should have done what you were told. You know better than to disobey me." She makes her way around the bed to the nightstand. "You know what happens to bad girls who don't do what they're told." She pulls out a pair of handcuffs, something she very rarely uses. A chill runs through me, remembering the last time she used them. I couldn't walk for a week, I'd been so sore…
She forces me back on the bed and cuffs me to the headboard then ties my feet to the end of the bed. "Bad girls get punished, Vega. Now, you sit tight while I go get ready." She heads off to the bathroom, and as soon as the door shuts I'm working my feet out of the knots. Tugging on the cuffs, I realize the bars on my headboard are pretty thin. A few extremely hard pulls and the one I'm hooked to snaps. I call Cat and within minutes she's there to pick me up. I leave a note on the bed for Jade to read when she gets out of the bathroom.
Jade, I love you, but apparently that's not enough for you. I'm leaving, and don't expect me to come back. I'm done with whatever game you were playing with me. I'll be staying with Cat for awhile, and I'll be back periodically to get my things. I love you. Goodbye. Love, Tori. A/N: Okay guys, there's the PetTori fic! If you liked it, let me know :3 But there's more to come! I felt like this was going to be too long for just one chapter, so I'm making this a two-shot. Be waiting for the awesomeness headed your way!