"Wake up, Sean!" Slapping him across the face, Emma gasped in shakily but put on her brave face as he tilted his head to the side, and groaned. She scowled
His eyes squinted against the harsh light that was streaming through their kitchen window before he lifted his head, and looked at her. It took a moment for him to realize that he was sitting in one of the chairs from the kitchen table, and that he couldn't move because his hands were tied to the back of it.
His voice was thick from all of the liquor he had imbibed the night before, and she was sure a hangover was splitting his head open now. "What the fuck are you doing, Em?"
Ever since getting out of prison, Sean loved to drink, and Emma hated him like that. He was violent when he drank, different, and he knew that. Years ago as just kids she told him she didn't like him when he drank because he had ruined Jimmy's party , was mean to her parents, and was just a mess.. and now look at him. More than just a mess. He wasn't HER Sean, not anymore. Not her Prince charming..
Pulling at his restraints, he frowned. When he couldn't move his wrists the slightest bit his expression darkened. "I don't know what the fuck it is you think you're playing at here, but fucking untie me. Now!"
Emma's fists shook to contain the rage inside of her. Reaching out, she slapped him across the face again. Her jaw was set in hard lines as her eyes narrowed. "You don't get to tell me what to do, Sean. Not anymore." She was never a weak girl, she was always strong, and she always loved that Sean's love made her feel more powerful...but not lately. Not anymore. She felt weak. She would NOT be weak.
His head had turned slightly when her palm connected with his cheek, but he quickly looked back at her barely containing his rage. His blue eyes were explosive as he gritted his teeth, trying to keep it together. His eyes cornered when he watched her walk around him, and she grabbed a kitchen towel and rolled it up before turning back to him.
When he turned his head their gazes clashed. Emma looked into his beautiful, fierce eyes, and ached with regret. It was those eyes that had drew her in. Making her weak in ways she couldn't even describe.
Regardless of the fact that he was good looking in a way that was heart stopping, or that he had the physique of a god, it was his eyes that had sealed her fate. They made him appear vulnerable, sweet, and just misunderstood when they looked at you and maybe he use to be, before Peter ruined him and had made Sean street race him. . .ending up almost killing a man and sent to prison. Now these eyes were just a lie, cold, and angry.
She had sworn to herself as she had rubbed the blood away from her mouth while pulling herself off the floor the other day that she would never allow him to hurt her again. It was going to be the last time. She had no more forgiveness inside of her. He had done it 6 times now. The first two she let by..he was frustrated, just out of jail without a job. The third one? He had found out about her and Jay's past. The fourth slap? He had lost his job. The fifth, she wanted him to stop worrying that she was hanging around Peter again. She wasn't.. but Sean was so damn possessive of her now and the sixth time he abused her was last night when she had asked him to stop drinking.
These were the things that ran through her mind as she approached him, and grabbed a fistful of his light brown hair. Yanking his head back, she stared into his face.
"I have given you way more than enough chances, Sean Cameron." she told him softly. "I gave up my pride, my heart, and I didn't listen to my friends when they told me to stay away from you. I gave up my loyal boyfriend for you."
His lips pinched, and his eyes narrowed. "I've always been loyal to you, Emma. That is such bullshit, and you know it," he growled.
She shook her head as she looked at him. Even now, when he was at her mercy, he was still an arrogant jerk
"You and I both know why you gave all of that shit up, Emma.. You were bored. Bored and unfulfilled by 'Loyal' Peter. I did you a favor by getting you out of there, you should thank me, Peter could never meet your standards."
Emma drew in her breath on a laugh. "Thank you?" Pulling harder on his hair, she yanked his head back further. "I should thank you for what, Sean? Coming back to mess with my head again? Dragging me into a life of constant abuse?" Pointing to her lip that was split but slowly healing from the other day, her expression grew incensed. "Should I thank you for this, Sean?"
For a moment his eyes darted away from hers guiltily, but a scowl soon returned to his face when she pulled his hair viciously. He looked around and noticed his Jack Daniels sitting by the sink and he squinted his eyes seeing she had poured every last drop into the sink. His fists clenched, and it was like right then and there he was having withdrawals like a true alcoholic.
"I'm going to make you pay for every single thing you've done to me this year Sean. I thought this time it'd be different, but jail changed you."
His eyes grew wary, but then he tried not to smirk. "What are you going to do? Slap me to death?"
Dropping her hand away from him, Emma straightened, and looked into his amused face. "That's not a bad place to start," she told him. Raising her arm, she backhanded him across the cheek making his head turn.
When she hit him again she put all her strength behind it. The slight trickle of blood that appeared from the corner of his mouth gave her little satisfaction but her heart still clenched and she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. This man was her first love, first everything, she had even given him her virginity. He had her everything, she was his everything. Why had he changed? Where was HER Sean?
Lifting her other hand, she held the balled up kitchen cloth in front of him. "Open your mouth."
His brows furrowed as he looked at them, and then he raised his angry blue eyes to her. "You are not putting that in my mouth." he looked around, wondering where Spike and Snake were today. Shit, it was a Sunday...they wouldn't be home all day or night. She had really thought this through. He tried not to feel his gut turn about that, and his head was already pounding by the hangover.
Emma tightened her lips as she fought the desire to smile. "Open wide, Sean. Don't make me go outside and hurt your precious car."
Narrowing his eyes at her, Sean reluctantly parted his lips half an inch before grimacing, and closing them again. "This is fucking ridiculous. Let me out of this God damned chair!" Pulling on his restraints, he jerked the chair forward slightly as his anger got the better of him. Never threaten Sean and his cars..
Emma happily stuck the rolled up towel into his mouth as he was yelling, and he sat back, huffing and puffing but glaring up at her deadly.
"That's what happens when you don't listen. You would do well to remember that, Sean."
she took a step back. Her hazel eyes were haunted as she looked through him. "Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me, Sean?"
When he nodded brusquely, Emma's eyes narrowed. " I never had a chance of resisting you once you uttered those words...so maybe it's my fault for staying longer than the real Emma Nelson would of ever if anybody else tried to hit me. But you're my weakness.."
His eyes were wary as she was approaching him, she stepped between his legs so that she could look down at him.
"I really loved you, Sean." Reaching up, she slapped him in the face as the tears she had been holding back finally fell. He looked stone cold then, didn't even flinch from the slap until the next one came. Something had been on his mind..
She said 'loved'...did that mean, not anymore?
She watched strangely as he winced the next time as she raised her hand, and his eyes stayed closed, just waiting for it.
"What's wrong, Sean? Can't take a little pain? Do you know how many times I've had to endure this from you. How many bruises I've had to hide after one of your meltdowns? This is nothing. Or how about the times you left hickeys over my neck, knowing I hated it when you did and they hurt? You did it just to show everyone that I belonged to you"
She gripped a fistful of his hair in her hands again, and yanked his head back roughly so that he was forced to look at her.
"Don't you like this, sweetie? Maybe it's because I'm not touching you. You always felt the need to crawl on top of me after man handling me or coming home after a night with Jay. You'd be pissed and have to 'remind' me who I belonged to. Remember?"
Slipping her hand between his legs against his jeans, she ran her hands down the bulge in his pants..hard or not, it was always a bulge..he was a big guy down there..so that couldn't of been the excuse why he had been so mean lately, he didn't need to show her he was a 'man' when he had that to prove it... So why? Why!
"Is this better, baby? Do you forgive me now?"
His blue eyes widened before his brows knitted and he closed his eyes. He then opened them and his scowl told her that he wasn't pleased with her actions but his hardness spoke otherwise.
"Don't be like that, Sean," she looked down and slowly unzipped his pants, too slowly it almost tortured him, " I didn't mean to do it. You just make me so damn crazy.." her doe eyed eyes watched her hand take out his hard member, and she bit her lip as she slowly stroked him but then leaned up a little to whisper in his ear, "You know I love you, baby, I'm only doing this because I can't help myself."
His scowl darkened considerably as she used his own words to torture him. When her fingers quickened against him so that she was rubbing him furiously, Sean's eyes rolled back into his head as he groaned. She was always so fucking good at that and he tried not to think if Jay had taught her when she did it, cause it made him snap.
Emma's hand stilled against him making him whimper. Her fingers lightly drummed against him as she smiled into his face. "You're so hard. You must be really enjoying this. Let me see if I can add to your pleasure."
Emma closed her fist before she punched him in the eye. The sound of her knuckles made a sickening crunch as they connected with the side of his face. After she did it, her eyes widened slightly, and a small laugh escaped her as her breath quickened.
"I can't believe I just did that," she said in amazement.
Sean couldn't believe it either, and his eyes had also grown large as he gazed up at her warily. It had really fucking hurt.
Lifting her fingers to touch the spot where her fist had landed, Sean jerked away from her to avoid her touch and he had almost sobered up completely right then and there.
Dropping her hand, she looked into his face, and felt the irony. "You must be thinking some pretty interesting things right now," she mused aloud. "Now picture a year of me doing this to you, after all the other great years we spent together... and you can imagine how I feel about you right now."
Reaching up again, she lightly ran her thumb over the swollen skin where she'd hit him, and watched as an emotion she didn't recognize passed over Sean's face. Regret? Sorrow? Agony? She wasn't sure. ..it'd been a long time since she seen it.
Slipping on top of him, she settled down until she was perched atop his knees. They were face to face now, and Emma gazed down into her lap for a moment before raising her sad eyes to meet his.
"Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I hadn't gone to Degrassi. What I'd be doing if I had never met you. It makes me wonder if I'd have a better life or still have something missing inside of me because you honestly do feel like my other half...but I couldn't stay with you, not when you're like this, not after this. It feels good to take back my pride, but I know if I let you go and I stay..you'll try to get back at me won't you?"
Lifting her hands, she placed them on his strong chest as he looked at her with confusion. The heat from his skin radiated into her palms, and she slowly rubbed them up, and down as she continued.
"I use to think about our future together, now I don't because I use to picture your own shop, us married, and our own kids but you could never make me happy again could you? let alone be around a child."
Her fingers slipped over his hard shoulders as she settled herself more comfortably in his lap making Sean groan as the bottom of her thigh brushed against the aching stiffness that she had created.
Ignoring him, she raked her fingernails slowly down his chest as roughly as she could, pulling down his white wife beater a little as she did. But instead of hearing the yelp of pain that she expected, he groaned again. It made her lift her eyes to his in surprise.
"That was supposed to hurt," she said with a laugh. "You weren't supposed to enjoy it."
Seans shoulders lifted in a shrug as he gazed into her eyes heatedly. He tried to say something, but it came out muffled against his gag.
When she raked her fingers down his chest again, she watched his reaction as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he groaned again. She felt him swell against her thigh as a shudder tore through him. She was even wearing his favorite dress on her, the yellow little sundress that was strapless and tight around her curves.
Lifting his shirt up high, Emma stared in stunned amazement at the angry red claw marks she had left in her wake, and without really thinking about it, leaned forward to press her lips to one to soothe the injury she had caused.
Her action made a soft breath expel from Sean's throat before he whimpered again. The power she had over him with such a simple touch made Emma feel heady. Pressing her lips to another one she let her tongue come out to trace the angry red line she had created in his skin.
She could feel him pulling at his bonds in an attempt to be freed, and she knew in that moment it was because he wanted to touch her. A small smile tilted her lips when he growled in frustration.
Lifting her head, she looked into his intense blue eyes. "What's the matter, Sean?"
She could see the torture expressed in his eyes, and she had to grip his shoulders quickly to avoid being thrown from his lap when he lifted his hips roughly against her. Another growl escaped him as he made his point clear and lowered his head to kiss her, even with that towel in his mouth, but she wouldn't let him.
Emma's smile grew as she looked at him. "You want to fuck me, don't you?"
Nodding emphatically, he pleaded with her using his eyes. Lifting his hips again, he rubbed himself against her as a harsh breath escaped him.
A cruel idea began to formulate in Emma's mind making her reach up to run her fingers through his light brown hair. Gripping it lightly in her hand, she leaned forward until her lips were pressed against his ear.
"I want you to touch me, Sean. I need you right now. I need you inside of me. You belong inside me.."
Her softly uttered words made him tense up as another loud groan escaped him. Leaning into her, he hung his forehead against hers, eyes closing shut painfully and panting. When he pulled back, he sighed happily as her fingers wrapped back around his stiffened length.
"Tell me what you want.." she said softly.
Tilting his head, he looked at her incredulously, but then his eyes crinkled, and a strange sound escaped him that sounded suspiciously like laughter.
When she continued to look at him expectantly, he sighed in aggravation, and began speaking into his gag. It came out garbled as he formed full sentences, and when he finished, his eyes crinkled again as he fought not to laugh and she too even giggled a bit.
She began lightly stroking him between her fingers while lifting her hand up and down his shaft. After a moment she paused, making him lift his head to look at her, but it was only so that she could reach down to lift her dress so that she could pull it up her body, and over her head.
When she dropped it to the floor beside the chair, Sean's eyes greedily feasted on her naked body as she began to stroke him once more. Her supple, round breasts showed off, and Sean's eyes clung to them as her thumb traced circles over the top of his engorged cock head until stopping and she lifted up a bit, only to position him between her legs but she wouldn't let him in and he cursed out loud in a muffle as he groaned again in agony. She was killing him. Sinking down slowly, she impaled herself on his shaft, and took the entire length inside of her as she lowered herself back down to his thighs.
The feel of her hot, and wet clutching around him, made Sean's eyes close tightly. When she wrapped her arms around his neck, and finally began moving against him he sighed in relief and bliss.
She rode him just the way he loved. Slow and hard, grinding into him on every downward stroke. It wasn't long before he felt himself getting ready to burst.
He was able to last a few minutes, but Emma knew his body well, and when he began to swell slightly inside of her she quickly stilled, making him bellow at her through his gag.
He pulled at his bonds so violently when she stopped moving that Emma feared he would break the chair, and actually gain his freedom. . Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and she gazed into his murderous eyes as she started lifting up and down again. He closed his in agony as she continued to torture him, her soft little breaths and moans of pleasure driving him insane. She wasn't Sean's first like he was hers, but she fucked a lot better than any girls and like she had said before, it was like he BELONGED inside of her.
"Open your eyes, Sean. Look at me."
When he quickly obeyed, Emma gasped at the vulnerability she saw in them, and a tremor shot through her as she began to shake. She cried out a little and then grabbed the towel cloth in his mouth, and threw it away from them so that she could press her mouth to his.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she moaned when he crashed his mouth to hers, kissing her hungerily as if another second would of killed him if he didn't. His tongue came out to push roughly against her own.
She increased the speed of her hips against his, driving against him savagely. When her lips broke from his on a gasp, she tilted her head back as she moved, and Sean lowered his lips to press against her neck as she fucked him mercilessly.
"God, I fucking love you!" he panted and had tears at the corner of his eyes. "I love you, baby. Don't leave me. Please don't leave me," he begged her
Emma let out a cry of ecstasy as she began to fall apart on top of him. Pressing down hard, she pushed him as deep as he could go before her body exploded into a thousand pieces.
Sobbing out his name, she gripped his neck in a vice as she buried her face against him. When she finally stopped shuddering, she pulled back to look into his face in a daze.
"You didn't get to finish," she said softly. He was still thick, and hard inside of her.
His teeth gritted as he shook his head. "I don't give a fuck about that right now. I'm more worried that you're going to walk out that door now, and I'm never going to see you again."
Slipping from his lap, Emma stooped to pick up her fallen dress. "That's because I am, Sean." Pulling it over her head, she let it fall back into place before turning to look at him warily. "I don't want you to look for me. I'll never have any peace if I think that you're looking for me. I'm not staying around Degrassi."
"Don't do this," he said softly. "I can change. I don't want to hurt you anymore. I won't hurt you anymore. Don't leave me," he pleaded. "The drinking, it'll stop. I'll STOP!"
Emma's eyes were pained as she looked into his tortured blue eyes. "I can't take that chance, Sean. I have more to think of than myself now."
Gazing at her in confusion, he shook his head until her hand unconsciously reached down to cover her stomach. When he caught the slight motion, his eyes widened drastically as his eyes shot up to hers.
His voice became erratic, and panicked as he struggled against the chair. "Emma, untie me. You can't go. I can't let you go. Please untie me."
Her eyes were sad as she looked at him. "It will be better this way.. You can't be what we need. You're not the Sean I knew before all the drinking, and being in prison..it changed you, I know that now. I blame myself." she tried to hold back the tears.
His voice broke as he struggled harder. "I need you! Please, baby! Don't fucking do this to me!" tears began to run down his cheeks.
What had he done? If he could, he'd pour out ALL the bottles of booze in the house and in his to make her happy. He'd never touch the thing again. He'd even run and beg Peter down on his knees to forgive him if that's what Emma wanted. Hell, he'd do anything. His heart began to pound and rip and it was the most painful thing he'd ever felt...
Emma quietly slipped from the room after grabbing a small duffle bag, and Sean let out a bellow of pain as the ropes dug into his skin. He could feel blood trickling down his fingers as he pulled viciously against them.
She was gone.
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