"She's here Alex"
You've been pacing back and forth this lawn since 2am, dreading and fearing this moment to come. You will never be ready for this. You're nerves are killing you, it's always been this way. You may appear tough and confident but your weak stomach has always been there to get you, feeling like you're going to vomit every time you're engulf with such emotions.
But this is not just mere emotions that you'd feel when you've fucked up something in your family business and your father, the only person who terrifies you might know. This is something else, much bigger, something you'd go to jail the rest of your life for.
But there's no turning back now. She's here.
Wasn't this what you wanted? Yes. To see her, to be able to meet her, you've been longing so much for this, spending so many sleepless nights thinking what it's like just to hold her hand. Yes, this is what you've been wanting all along but not this way. Not through this terrible way.
But what is right and what you want does not always coincide and it pains you to be this kind of monster to resort into doing such terrible act but you must have what you want and what you want is her.
You've always wondered what is it about her that has you so wrapped up in this web. This mystery on why you're just so drawn to her being, when come to think of it she isn't typically the kind of girl you would go for if you see her someplace else or something. Maybe that's the answer then 'cause she's not like any other girls that would fall easily on your antics, on games that you've mastered playing in girls that are in the same circle as yours.
She's different. The distance separating you couldn't faze you at how badly you just want to feel her. Not only sexually but mentally and 're not one to believe in soul mates and all that crap, you're not saying that the two of you are but you feel like your soul knows her, always misses her that's why your mind cannot understand and explain why this is happening to you.
You know there are many other reasons and that's what you've been dying to discover and perpetually pushed you to do this whole thing in the first place.
But could you still do all those things now, when you've asked your men to take her and steal her for you.
"Miss Alex?"
You snap out from your thoughts, you've forgotten that your maid is still standing there at the side waiting for you to tell her what to do.
"Tell the men to meet me at the den"
/
You chose to bring her here, on your island cause it's far from the city where not a lot of people would notice anything that might suspect you of doing something formidably bad like this. No one would hear her scream or if she ever does try to escape, there's really not much place to go before she can be caught again.
Your family must not know, like how they've never known throughout all these years that you've dabbled in some illegal activities before and only you and John, your most trusted right hand man only knows the secrets to these things.
As you slowly approach your destination into this part of the house you can already see John and his men at the den waiting for you. You hope he doesn't notice how nervous you are.
You noticed at once that she's not there standing with them.
"where.. where is she?" the one question you've been fidgeting to say ever since the men left for this crazy mission.
You didn't notice a woman's figure with a black cloth covering her head on the side and only then when one of the men turned around and yanked her arms too forcefully for your liking so she can stand in front of you that her presence fills the entire room and you can't deny that this is really happening and she's here in front of you. He pushed her again so she can move closer.
"Be careful with her! or I swear to God I'd beat the shit out of you with my bear hands!"
If you didn't want them to find out that you're in a rollercoaster of emotions right now then certainly that sudden burst of anger and the tremble in your voice when you shouted definitely gave it away.
But John knows you very well, he immediately steps up and took control of the situation knowing fully well that you were not joking when you said you'd beat one of his men and went behind her, looked at you and waited for a go signal to remove the black cloth over your hostage.
Hostage, what a word to call her when in reality it was you, whom this person has kept hostage mentally over the months that you've been longing for her.
You slowly nod to give your approval.
When he finally removed the cloth covering her head what you saw made your stomach twist in pain like you've were kicked in the guts. You will forever torment yourself for ever causing this image that is right before your eyes.
You see her with a gag on her mouth, she looks so fragile that all you want to do is scoop her into your arms and make her feel better. Her face is all red, fear written all over her round eyes. It made you curse at yourself at how selfish you could be. Not selfish, selfish is such a small word to describe how you could do this to her. You're evil.
How could you do this to the one person, you've only thought of caring for and not causing one bit of pain. You remembered how you repeatedly told her that you only want her to be happy. We'll is this happiness for you?
You're so full of remorse that you don't remember how much time has passed and you were just frozen in your step.
You stared into her eyes, looking for some sort of recognition, does she know who you are?
Even though she is clearly afraid but when she saw you looking at her, she held your gaze straight, not blinking even once. You can see rage in her pupils. So transfixed by her intense look and feeling somewhat proud at the braveness she's currently exhibiting, you didn't notice your feet carrying you closer to her. So close that you can see clearly and draw out the lines of her tears. Like your feet, your limbs also took control of your body and you see your hands reaching out to her face but as soon as it almost lands on her cheeks, she turns her head to the side so you can't touch her. Her eyes flashing disgusts over your touch.
You hate how you feel so hopeless into aiding her pain but how can you help her when it is you causing it.
This made you silently spoke and swore to yourself with hands gripping your robe, almost willing all the saints and whoever it is you pray to, to listen to this plea 'please forgive me Pipes, forgive me for doing this. I will do everything, everything to erase that hate in your eyes.'
After a few seconds, you suddenly remembered that you two are not alone in this room, John and his men are still watching this whole scene that's happening before them and your eyes went straight to the man who was a little rough on Piper awhile ago and your blood starts to boil again when you saw him smile a little. Maybe it was from the intense emotion that you've been feeling since this morning that you couldn't stop yourself from walking up to him and slapped him hard on the face.
"Get out of my face now!"
After having someone to spill your anger into, you try to control your breathing and be calm before you face Piper once again.
Thinking of her name, you suddenly remember if she has eaten already, how that travelling may have exhausted her, knowing how easily she gets tired or how hungry she must be.
/
"Clean her up and try to feed her something"
You see your maid nod after giving her your instructions. She's an old lady, she has been with you for a very long time. You can see in her eyes that she disapproves in whatever this is that you're doing. You have always felt that she has treated you like her very own child, maybe taking pity at how you were always left alone with her when you were just a small kid. She never says anything, just gives her signature shaking of the head when she sees something you're doing that has disaster written all over it.
You turn to John and said "you, help her in doing that" but John is more like a friend than just a man working for you so you add a 'please' after a second of saying it.
"Where do you want us to take her after?"
You pause for a minute as if considering other rooms to place her but you've known all along ever since the first moment you started this.
"In my room" His face changes after he hears your answer, as if it's dawning on him what this is all about now.
You didn't give him enough reason on why you ask him to take this job and like any other jobs you ask him to do, he just does it, coming from what he swore to you that he would offer you his life after you save him a long time ago.
"Tie her into my bedpost" he nods and turns his back, carrying Piper into his arms, your maid Miss Claudette following his steps but before they could turn into a corner, you call out once more.
"uhhm.." you can see their faces, waiting for what you're going to say. "Be gentle with her"
John just nods, confirming the suspicions that he has with that last words that you said.
/
You can still see your hands shaking from what happened earlier, you need something to calm your nerves. You suddenly crave for that one thing you love so much but left the habit two years ago. You need to have one now.
You went back to the den, spotting one of the men smoking while waiting for John's return and asked him to hand you the whole pack. He hesitated a little, knowing there's not a store nearby to buy a new one but he knows better to refuse what you're asking. You may be a woman but you own all these men. After taking the cigarettes you made a mental note to tell John to give this man a small bonus, a small payback for knowing his place.
You returned to the lawn and grabbed the tequila that you left there earlier and took it to sit in the veranda just in front of where the lawn is situated.
The first puff is heavenly, sucking up the smoke, letting it fill your lungs and pushing it out again through your nostrils, the rest of it you let out through your mouth. You watch the fine smoke mix with the night time air as you blew it out of your mouth, disappearing as it mixes with the wind that just blew by.
You would have wanted to personally do all those things to her.
To clean her up and wash her face from the dirt that has formed from the mixture of her tears and the dust that must have found its way to her during the long travel to this island. To be able to replace that crumpled & damp shirt she was wearing with a fresh new one. To slowly remove her sweats, gently grazing the skin on her thighs, oh god, you stop your thoughts right there. You shouldn't think about that right now.
Would you be able to handle having her in your room? Looking at her that way, with hatred in her eyes. She will probably fight you with all her might and for as long as she can. Do you really think you can convince her to change her mind about you, knowing how terrible this thing you're doing to her.
You have never wanted anything more in your entire life. To make her see that you are not this evil monster that she surely is thinking about right now.
As you slowly finish the tequila bottle, it became clearer to you that you will make this your sole mission, to let her see that there is this other side to you that maybe she could learn to like. You know it will take time but you swore you will do it with all the patience, even though you are an impatient woman but you will do anything in your power to make her see that.
/
"How was she?" you ask your Miss Claudette as you see her exiting your room and is now coming towards you.
"She's exhausted. She didn't try to fight much"
Not needing much from her, you begin to walk past her but the hesitation on her body language, like she wants to tell you something made you look at her once again. Her old face etched with concern.
"Alex, what are you doing? I'm afraid.."
"Stop! I don't remember asking for your opinion so keep it to yourself" you know, she's only watching out for you but you don't like it when she calls you out on your bullshit.
You already know how big this trouble you have caused but you will find a way to turn this around without people telling you that you don't know what you're doing.
She just turned around, shaking her head to herself again as she goes to her quarters.
Your feet seem to weigh a ton as you walk through the dark corridors going to your room.
You pause for a minute outside your door, bracing yourself for what you will see inside.
You slowly turn the knob, trying so hard not to make a slightest sound from doing it. When you peak inside, you see her on your bed, her head turned sideways and her hair is covering her face. You can't make out if she's asleep or not.
As you near the bed, you see her chest breathing evenly which indicates that she has fallen asleep. Her hands are tied to the both sides of the bed, arms stretching and the same with her feet, spreading wide on your bed, her body placed in the middle.
You reach out slowly to move her hair from her face, moving it super slow so your touch won't awake her. You see the cloth covering her mouth and you remove it, she must be really exhausted because she didn't even flinch when you untied the knot. When you feel how rough the cloth is, you silently curse at John for not choosing a softer one. Well you can't really blame him, type of cloths to use in her were not included in your instructions.
Now that you can see her face, you just stare at her for what feels like an eternity. Her hair sprawled out on the pillow, you take notice of each of her features. Her pronounced chin, her cheeks up to her nose. She's now dressed with a silky white night gown cut just above her knee. It's yours, your maid must have chosen this knowing how you rarely use it.
You startle a bit when she moves her head to the other side, making a loose tendril fall across her face.
Looking at this brought back a memory of one conversation you had with her.
"Can you tuck your hair for me?"
"I already did"
You remember the tingle that you felt with that miniscule act, to think she was miles away from you then and it still brought you to feel that way. How you've always wished to be beside her so you can do it yourself.
She's here. The thought excites, worries, terrifies you all at the same time but there's also this one emotion, you've been feeling at the pit of your stomach that you feel guilty of having.
Happiness.
Despite the turmoil of all the other emotions brings, you feel happy that she's here. It is the reason why you push back all the other right sensibilities that you have outside the window because you are happy that she's here.
Remorse and all the guilt are trampled by the happiness that her presence brings.
You take that one loose tendril and very, very slowly tuck it behind her ears. You can't stop the tip of your index finger from letting it run all the way from the back of her ear to the side of her neck, running it down to her collarbone. The warmth on her skin, runs to the tip of your finger, transmitting it to every parts of your body, stopping at the bottom of your stomach, where every emotions somehow starts and ends with you.
She inhaled a deep breath at that last touch. Did she feel it in her sleep?
You step back a little, scared that you might have woken her.
Oh the thoughts that must be running on her mind. You hope your last touch would somehow seep inside her heart letting her understand that you mean her no harm.
She looks so peaceful sleeping right now and you don't want to think what will happen tomorrow when she wakes up.
You decided to sit on the couch beside the bed and dragged it a little to the side, making it face the bed. You just watch her sleeping form, hoping she's not having nightmares at the moment.
/
You woke up to the strain that you feel in your neck, it's so stiff from the position you slept with the whole night, leaning your head on the couch arm chair. You've forgotten how long it took you to finally doze off but the last thing you saw before you finally close your eyes was Piper's sleeping form.
You immediately become alert when you're thoughts reminded you what situation and who's in it is currently waiting for you when you wake up.
You snap your attention to the bed and your heart races upon seeing her staring at you.
She's awake!
You try to sit up straight and check yourself and how you look like at the moment. A little conscious at the current position she has caught you in. You hope a little that you didn't drool while you were sleeping but that thought seems ridiculous to be worried about thinking there are bigger issues here, more pressing than you drooling while asleep.
How long has she been awake and staring at you? How could you overslept this long? You remembered specifically reminding yourself that you should wake up early so you can put back a tie around her mouth again, fearing what she will say or worse, waking up to her shouting in the middle of the night.
Not knowing what to say or do with her just looking at you with an unreadable face. You stood up so you can see what time it is and saw that it's already thirty minutes past 9 in the morning.
Fuck! How could you have overslept this late?
You can see her eyes not leaving you, watching intently your every move.
Technically what do you tell a person you've kidnapped on your first official meeting?
Do you introduce yourself and shake hands after? You didn't go through the possible things that might happen before she got here. How ultimately strange this all is, to be standing here right now in front of her.
All you thought about was to get her and deal with the rest of it when she's already here.
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
That voice, low and a little hoarse from not being able to talk since yesterday but uttered with much force broke you from your inner dialogue with yourself.
It's the first time you've heard her speak and you just want to hear her voice again. To talk to her about anything and everything, if only you were in a different circumstances.
How can you answer that question? When you yourself don't even understand what you're doing.
You decide to ignore her question and tried to act like you're sure of what you're doing.
You went to your drawers and looked for the softest scarf that you own.
"Why are you doing this?"
You heard her ask once again and just momentarily close your eyes, your back against her while rummaging through your drawers. When you finally found the right cloth, you turn to make your way to her.
When you look up to her, you can see her taking deep breaths, it's obvious how she's becoming frustrated with you not giving her answers but still trying very hard to control her emotions.
"Answer me! How can you do this to me?!"
That one was close to a shout but still said with much restraint.
You admire her composure despite of her current situation. You'd be hysterical right now if you were in her place.
You don't know how you can hide your eyes when you came closer to tie the scarf around her head to cover her mouth.
You don't want her to see that you're also suffering from seeing her like this 'cause it's not the right time yet. You have to earn her trust first. How to do that, you have no idea.
When she sees what you're about to do, she tells you with a straight face and a calm voice.
"You do not have to do that. I'm not going to shout, there's no point."
You almost smiled at what she said, you know she's smart and she knows it's useless, knowing that nobody would hear her.
You can see her mind is working, maybe thinking of ways on how to handle her situation but you don't know her quite that well yet to recognize her nuances and what each expressions on her face means.
'yes, I believe you but I still can't bear hearing you asking those questions. Not yet'
So without answering her you bring the scarf around and tied it behind her head.
/
After one final thrust of your fingers inside her, you brought her to the edge and she clings her arms around your neck for support as she shouts your name across the room then falls limply on the pillows.
"you're so good at that.." she says with that seductive smile of hers and you just give her a plain smile before lying flat on your side, trying to catch your breath.
You used to find Nicki interesting. Yes she's hot but she's really just a body warming your bed from time to time.
You've known her for a long time. Your families both know each other and sometimes spends holidays and vacations together.
She knows you're always here when you're not in the city. Imagine your surprise when she just showed up this morning unannounced. You have brought her here before and spent the whole day fucking inside your room or just laying in the sand. Back when you thought you liked her, when she still didn't show her cattiness and how manipulative she was.
But this story is not about her so let's just leave it at that.
She turned to your side and starts kissing your neck again, you welcomed it knowing how she can go on and on in bed but her movements halts when you both hear a knock on the door.
You shouted irritatingly "What!?" and hear John's voice on the other side of the door.
"It's important" you know he would never interrupt you if it wasn't so you stood up and slip into your robe.
"why are you using the guest room? Is there something wrong with your room?" you heard Nicki ask and watch her on the bed with her head propped up on her hands.
"it's being renovated, I'll be right back"
When you stepped outside, you noticed John's looking at you with a questioning look on his face.
You wait for him for almost 30 seconds to say what he's about to say and when he doesn't, your irritation doubles.
"did you just call me so we can have a staring contest out here on the corridor?!"
"She's asking for you.."
You saw a disappointed look on his face after he says that, as if he's saying 'how can you entertain a guest when you have a hostage hidden in your room'.
You immediately feel something being twisted inside your stomach, knowing whose the she he means.
It's been three days since you've last seen her. You transferred to the guest room 'cause you can't handle seeing her with those questions and contempt in her eyes. You thought you could but like any other obstacles you've encountered, you have always stepped back before diving with your head first to solve a problem. Others can't understand this method of yours, they think you're avoiding your problems but you've really looked at it like an arrow being pulled back to better aim for the bull's eye, you've always worked around things this way.
"why?! What does she want?"
"I don't know, she seems restless the past two days"
"did you put on all the Friend's episode for her to watch?"
"Yes" he paused before continuing "and.."
"What?!" you just can't with how he's keeping you at the edge already.
"She's been crying a lot today"
That last sentence changed your mind and made you decide that maybe it's time to give her a visit.
"Take care of Nicki for me" He nods and leave you to do what you have to do.
/
You see her with her head leaning on her knees that's folded to her chest. John has replaced her ties with longer ones so she can move around a bit but still both her hands and feet are tied to the four corners of the bed that's bolted to the ground so she can't escape.
Her gaze immediately snaps to you when she hears you approaching.
Her blonde disheveled hair hanging loosely on her shoulders and the pink rim around her eyes tells you that she has been crying a lot.
Looking at her appearance right now even in such disarray, you still feel drawn to her. Confirming once again that what you feel for her is far more than physical attraction.
"You asked for me?"
She nods and swallows a lump in her throat before saying
"Let me talk to my family.." she says weakly then you see a lone tear drops from her eyes and she quickly wipes it with the back of her hand.
Right there you contemplate of just letting her go.
But all the trouble that your men went through will be for nothing and you haven't even started the sole purpose of all this. You harden your heart, took a deep breath and you start a charade that made you harder than what you really project to be.
"you know that's hard for me to do—" you were cut short from what you were about to say.
"I swear I won't say anything, I just don't want them to worry about me."
You watch her face, gaging her expression if she's telling the truth. She could be plotting something that you don't know and you can't take risks.
But what got you is her blue eyes begging you to take pity on her and agree to this small request.
"okay, you can send them an email telling them what you want to say but you will be watch while you do it the whole time"
/
"where's her lunch?!" you're in the kitchen asking Miss Claudette, your maid what she prepared Piper for lunch.
"I'm about to take this to her" she said while preparing the stir fried noodles, putting a serving on the plate. It's one of her specialty and you always ask her to cook it on your birthdays.
"No, I'll do it." She looked at you like you suddenly grew two heads but she knows better than to say anything and just hands you the plate.
"fetch me a bottle of wine with this plate, bring it to my room and just leave it there. I will change from these robes first"
When you finished changing into a shorts and a white sleeveless shirt, you enter your room and saw right away the tray of food, bottle of wine and the two glasses for it.
She has her attention fix on the t.v but you're quite sure she heard you when you entered the room. You carefully took the plate and carried it on the way to the bed.
You saw her eye move to the side, telling you that she's aware of your intentions but her head and whole body remained motionless on the bed and right away she turns her focus on the show when she sees you're approaching.
"Lunch?" you try to say with a very sure and clear voice to mask the nervousness that you always feel around her.
She doesn't even turn to acknowledge you, just keeps her attention on the tv and tells you curtly "im not hungry."
You try so hard not to be impatient with how she's acting and instead you tell her in a very commanding voice.
"Just eat."
You're always used to getting what you want that you forgot she's not one of your people that you can just boss around.
You want to do this so much, to prove to yourself that you can make her eat something.
You tighten her ropes so she can't move as much, afraid of what she might unexpectedly do before proceeding again to get the plate.
Unsure where to place yourself, you just choose to sit on the side of the bed, separating you more than half a meter distance from her.
Butterflies started to flutter with the closeness of her proximity, it's like there's an automatic switch that only her presence controls and the butterflies come to life inside your tummy whenever something's happening that involves her. Quite the opposite though with the actions that she's showing when all this time she still has her attention on the television, never taking her eyes off it.
A little irritated that you're being ignored when to think, you wouldn't even consider doing this just with anyone but at once, you remind yourself once again that she's here because of your doing in the first place.
You try to put your patience in check and carefully scoop a little of the stir fried noodles and reach out to bring it closer to her mouth.
When she turns her head away, making it clear that you can't make her do things she doesn't want, your patience starts to dwindle and you drop the spoon on the plate, stood up, went to the t.v and turned it off and right away march back to the bed. Although the moment your butt lands on it, your gaze locks with hers 'cause she now has turned all her attention to you.
You start to feel uneasy under the hold of her eyes. Wasn't this what you wanted, to have her full attention?
Yes. But not with that unreadable face and unwavering eyes, fully fix on you.
You think you may have annoyed her when you abruptly turned off the tv but she's doing so good in trying to hide it and now she's waiting to see what you're planning to do.
You try not to squirm on your seat, you can't let her see that she affects you this much.
You try so hard to control your nerves when you picked up the spoon again but when you do, your fingers starts to harden and you lose control of the spoon, dropping it to the floor.
Fuck! Just this once, why can't you're fucking nerves cooperate with you.
You did not bother picking the spoon up and when you returned your eyes to her, you can see something has changed in it. She's thinking of something. You hope she doesn't detect how you're a total wreck around her.
You act like nothing's wrong and you use the fork instead to try to continue on feeding her. You're surprise to see that she's being cooperative this time and she takes the food and you watch her chew on it.
You can't help but feel some sort of achievement on being able to feed her. After taking three more servings, you remembered that you also brought her some wine.
"would you like some wine?" she nods and you feel so much lighter on your way to get it at how well things are going.
After pouring a sufficient amount into the glass, you return to her side but you saw she has her head down this time.
"here.." Your big sultry voice made her look up, leaving some of her hair still covering her face. Seeing that she can't properly reach her face to getsome of her hair out, you pause for a moment, contemplating to be the one to fix it.
'Nerves don't fucking mess with me'
You place the glass on the table and turn to kneel on the bed so you can reach out to move her hair to the side.
She looks at you straight in the eyes, anticipating what you're about to do. If you didn't know any better, she seems like she's measuring you and analyzing your every move.
When your fingertips touches her skin and you feel how warm and soft it is, a small spark runs to your body sending tingles deep inside you.
Her gaze on you, never wavering as you move her hair, tucking some of it behind her ear.
Doing this while she's asleep is far more different compared to how it is now that she's awake. It's like she has discovered that she somehow has this big effect on you with the way she's observing your every move.
Her face is now free from her hair but your hands are frozen behind her ear.
You jump from your stance when she says.
"Can I go to the bathroom?"
Withdrawing your hand quickly, you shake your head to regain focus and stood up. Thinking of a way on how to help her go to the cr. John and Miss Claudette were always the one who handled this part, you were about to call them when you remembered that you sent them to the grocery to fetch some things.
You assess the situation and you reached to a decision that maybe it's okay for you to do this alone.
You took out the keys from your back pocket which John left you earlier and unlock the bolts that's keeping the rope in place and you take hold of it as firmly as you can. She quickly stood up and you back away so she can move pass you, her feet can't move longer strides 'cause it's tied but she can still walk with very small steps and her wrists are tightly tied together.
When she has her back at you, you immediately drank all the wine to calm your nerves from being so close to her earlier and quickly poured yourself another one.
Once she's inside, you wait for her outside the door.
"I need a little help" you heard her faint voice say.
'Oh God, does she need help with what I think she needs help with?'
You place the glass of wine on the sink and you make your way to her. Maybe it's right to leave Mercy to do these things, does she really think you can pull down her panties without fainting?
You took a deep breathand just did it quickly so your mind can't catch up, fearing you'd freeze again and you can't do that when she's about to pee.
After pulling her underwear down, you immediately turned around to the sink, catching a glance at yourself in the mirror.
'get a grip of yourself! How can you start out on doing your plans if you turn into a mess every time she's in close proximity with you! You're always good in taking control so pull yourself together you idiot!'
"I'm finished"
When you heard her say that you turn your head down so she can't see that you have your eyes close while you speed your actions by pulling her underwear up. You return to the sink to wash your hands and when you finish, you were caught off guard when you turned around and see that she's standing very, very close to you. So close that you can even feel the puffs of air coming from her breathing.
What is she doing?!
Her eyes staring deep into you, like hands reaching into the depths of your soul, keeping you in this daze.
After a few seconds of that, you can't help but look down to her lips and your knees almost buckles into the ground when she slightly parts it open. You feel your surroundings has stopped moving and all you can sense is how you're slowly leaning towards her, being pulled like a magnet, wanting nothing but just to have a taste of those lips.
When your lips almost touch hers, you didn't have enough time to process what happened 'cause everything went so fast and all you feel now is the painful burn in your eyes when she managed to reach for the wine behind your back and splashed it hard to your face.
You didn't see her reaching behind you 'cause you were so busy being mesmerized by her gaze.
What you also didn't know was she managed to free her feet when she quickly snatched the keys to your pocket while you were still suffering from the immense pain in your eyes like they were on fire.
'Sneaky bitch! Fuck!'
You didn't bother going after her, knowing she wouldn't go that far before some of the men will catch her. You just concentrate on washing the wine off your eyes.
How could you have thought that you can handle freeing her on your own when things could go wrong like this. You're such a fool! Maybe deep inside, in your very core, you were kind of hoping that she also wanted to kiss you that you were blinded that it's only you who feels this way for her.
She tricked you! You didn't even make it hard for her to do it. The thought hurts you so much like you were slapped on the face. Your wounded ego suddenly brought up these defenses, automatically replacing all your emotions with anger.
That's it! If you can't have her by being gentle then you'll take her by force. That will show her not to ever think that she can deceive you like this.
All good reasoning is flying out of the window and maybe you would regret this after but you definitely don't care now.
You hurriedly make your way outside to call John but when you reach the outside grounds you see that there's no need to call him 'cause he's already on his way back to the house, carrying Piper over his broad shoulder.
"Where did you find her?!" you asked angrily.
But when he sees your red eyes and wet hair his concern immediately shows after seeing your appearance.
"what happened to you?" he's really like a brother to you.
"don't mind that. Where did you find her!?"
"she fell over the ties just outside the gate when I was just about to enter" after saying that his concern changes to displeasure when he added "what were you thinking, letting her free!?"
"we'll talk about that later!" he doesn't even know what happened yet and he immediately assumes it's your fault?! But he doesn't really have to 'cause he knows you too well and with the way that he tied her this afternoon, there's no other way that she could have escape unless you had something to do it.
This makes your anger all the more boils up over her, you don't want to look like a fool in John's eyes.
"Put her down!" you commanded forcefully, your nostrils flaring from the steam that is cooking up inside you.
He turns Piper so she can face you and you immediately stepped forward to hold her face roughly, turning it sideways, trying to look for scratch. You don't even know why you're still looking for scratches but despite the anger that your're feeling, you don't want her harmed.
You bring her face back to yours and purposefully tighten your grip on her cheeks making it hurt a little, doing this without taking your eyes off her, letting her know that furious at her for making you look and feel like a fool. But to be honest, you were more pained at feeling like a fool, using your weakness so that she can escape. Hurt that she really doesn't want to kiss you.
She has caught your weakness 'cause you were the stupid one who can't keep your nerves calm around her.
'I will show you who's boss here'
Releasing her from your tight grip, you turn to John and say.
"Take her back to my room and tie her hands and feet to the chair!"
You turned your back at them and hurriedly went inside. You spot Miss Claudette on her way to the kitchen and you snap an order at her letting her know that you're not in your best moods at the moment.
"Go with John and clean her up!"
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It's past midnight already when you decided to enter your room. Carrying a half filled bottle of tequila with you, you stumble on your way to it from being too drunk because you have been drinking since this afternoon after the incident.
"what were you thinking?!" you didn't know John was behind you.
'I was not thinking' you mumbled to yourself but not loud enough for him to make out something out of it.
"what?!" he is now in front of you, pouring himself a drink.
"Nothing" You can't admit to him that Pamela tricked you. You look up to him and saw he's just staring at you.
"Don't" Don't tell me I'm stupid.. I have enough goin' on with myself already, I don't need anyone else breathing under my neck.
Talking to yourself has been a favorite hobby of yours lately. You think it's only a matter of days now before they find out that you've actually gone crazy.
"I did not say anything" a small crack of smile showing on his lips.
Yeah laugh at me. He's the only one who can do this to you though. Laugh at your face if you have done something wrong or committed a mistake, you'd be angry at others if they dare as much as smile at something that you've done wrong.
"I knew what you were thinking"
His face turned serious and he said with voice full of concern.
"I just hope you know what you're doing Alex" He rarely uses your full name and when he does you know he's worried. He gulps all the contents in his glass and left you to drink alone by yourself again.
You slam the door when you got inside not even caring if you'll wake her. The room is dark apart from the dim light coming from the lamp on the bedside table.
You spot her dark form on the chair turned against you in the corner of the room. You walk slowly and stop just a few feet behind her.
"I used to imagine you as a cripple sitting on a wheelchair" you pause to drink a large amount of tequila from the bottle before continuing.
"so if ever I saw you walk in person, it would be like a miracle and I would not be thinking of anything else but just be filled with happiness on seeing you walking towards me" You don't know why you're telling her this, you'd definitely not if you were sober. You caught her head move a little and that's how you knew that she's awake and she's listening to you.
You walk around, swaying in your steps from too much alcohol swarming in your bloodstream and stop in front of her. It's a little dark but you can still make out her face and the twinkle of light in her eyes caused by the reflection coming from the lamp. When you held her gaze she avoids it by looking down on her lap.
"Look at me" You snap at her but when she doesn't, all your anger from this afternoon came rushing back.
"You were so courageous this afternoon, where is it now huh?!" Your voice is strong, full of belligerence, challenging her so you can elicit a reaction.
When she still didn't look up, you stride to her and took hold of her chin, lifting it up and forced the tequila bottle into her mouth. She swallowed some but the rest she spits into your face.
You snide a small laugh. "There..there's the girl that I was looking for"
She looks so brave right now with her fiery round eyes looking at you with her chest heaving up and down, trying so hard to control her emotions that you can't help but feel furious, excited and turn on all at the same time just by looking at her right now.
The alcohol contaminating your blood and the turmoil of emotions you're currently in is drowning any little good intentions you have left for in your brain, replacing it with the need to show her the pain you felt from feeling rejected and stupid earlier.
You lean on her with both hands on each side of the chair, face just inches above her.
"You made a fool out of me" you whisper into her face but she does not scare from your actions but held her gaze on you strongly.
"so defiant. you need to be taught a lesson" you hiss at her before forcefully slamming your mouth into hers.
Ugh such soft lips.
But she's keeping it tightly close, keeping you from moving further with the kiss and her head is wriggling so much that you have to hold the back of her head so you can keep her lips on your mouth but when you were able to lock her down and you move your lips in a different angle wanting to taste more, she bites it hard making you wince in pain and step back making you fall backwards.
When you lick your lips, you tasted the small blood coming out of it, wiping it at the back of your hand before standing up again.
"You wanna play rough huh?!"
You walk back to her and held her face with both your hands, gripping it roughly and kissed her again, when she yelps a little, you use the opportunity to delve your tongue inside her mouth, having a taste of her silky, wet tongue but not long enough for her to catch a bite at you again. She did try but your now on guard, also you make it difficult for her to do it with your hand gripping her cheeks hard.
"we will see how disobedient you are once I'm finished with you"
You suck on her lower lip a little harshly and you can feel her body wriggling beneath you. Her distinct taste, mixed with a little tequila sends shivers to your body all the way down to your center making you hot and very wet.
You found the scarf tucked on the side of the chair and quickly tied it around her mouth and not even a second that you were gone, you are now once again back to kissing her neck, inhaling her natural scent, filling all your senses with it.
How you've always dream of doing this, day dreaming almost everyday to be able to lay one small kiss even just to her cheeks but right after you thought of that a small voice, maybe your conscience which you so hate for always having and most especially now says 'not in this way'. You immediately kill it pushing it at the back of your mind and continued on ravishing her against her will. You're far into deep to turn back now. She feels so good that even if you're not drunk you still wouldn't be able to stop yourself.
You can feel her rapid breathing when you were sucking on her neck, lightly biting and sucking at it again. Your mind scrambles with the need to touch her so you quickly pull her dress up and sneak your hand inside it, running your palm up and down her thighs. You feel your wetness doubles just by the pleasure of touching her skin feels.
You roughly pull the slim night gown all the way to her waist revealing her panties and you dash to suck on her neck again, deciding it's your new favorite thing to do,running your tongue up and down and slightly nibbling on her earlobe too. Your hand slowly goes up to her ribcage, reaching to cup her breast and you almost came right then and there when you feel that she's not wearing any bra on. You knead it hard, flicking it with your fingers, your hand that was running up and down her thighs moves to cup her in between her legs, rubbing her there and feeling the moist that's slowly building.
You saw her shut her eyes, forming wrinkles on the side of them telling you that she's fighting hard not to get affected by what you're doing to her.
And when you sneak your fingers to the side of her underwear, touching for the very first time her wet folds, you can't help but kneel on the floor by the intensity of what you feel.
This is too much.
Lucidity slowly comes to you and you feel like a monster for doing this but you can't stop.
When you rub her clit with your finger again and again until it's swollen, you heard a small moan escape from her throat and this gives you the encouragement and you swiftly pull her dress up and suck on her breast while still rubbing circles on her clit.
Your actions starts to slower down and turn a little bit gentler just letting your mind savor the ecstasy of pleasuring her brings.
But after a few minutes when you hear her moan again, a warning shots thru your system reminding you of the reason why you started this. Your ego reminding you 'to punish her' and the memories from earlier comes back and you remembered again how she made a complete fool out of you.
You stop licking her nipples 'cause you saw how she's starting to feel good with you doing that, thrusting her chest into your mouth. You hold her face with force and she's surprised by the sudden harsh act and she looks at you, once you held her eyes straight into yours, you plunged your fingers inside her, catching her by surprise, pushing in and out of her faster and faster.
You watch her eyes close, clearly liking the pleasure that's starting to build by what your finger is doing. You grip her face and made sure it hurt so that she will open her eyes and look at you.
"you like that?"
You plunged another finger inside of her, loving and hating how wet she is. You move your fingers a little faster now, pumping deep and trying to find her spot and hit it over and over. When you feel her walls slowly tightening, you curl your fingers inside and you rub her clit with your thumb. A few more push and you know that she's about to fall off the edge.
You lean your forehead into hers, fixing her eyes into yours. Just a few more push and you can see she's almost at the peak and when you feel her buckle into your fingers, you abruptly pull your fingers out of her and saw the disappointment flashing into her gray blue orbs, wondering why you did that, wondering how you can be so cruel. You watch her breathing rapidly from being left in the air and you wait for the realization to sink in to her before saying.
"Never ever do that to me again.." and with that you left the room without as much as looking back at her.
Please tell me what you think and if I should continue this story or not.