Since it's been almost a month since I've updated thought that maybe it was time to post this. I've actually got the next chapter done and it just needs to be edited and tweaked a bit so you won't have to wait for another month. The road is starting to get bumpy!
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Peeta had an unexpected mishap at work on Friday. He still pleaded that I be there when he got home, which he assured wouldn't be any later than ten. It was nearly two in the morning when I felt the other side of his bed dip down as he climbed in next to me, he kisses my temple and slides me across the so my back against his front. I was quite surprised that he didn't wake me fully with more kisses. He had been adamant in his phone call to me earlier in the day that he when he finally gets home, he wants to bury his face between my legs.
That is exactly how I woke up. Peeta's lips are planted firmly around my clit as he sucks and dive his tongue in and out of me to get the full taste of me. He shows no sign of relenting anytime soon even after I've come.
"Peeta—I can't," I pant as I try to squirm away from his iron like grasp. "I'm too sensitive."
Peeta mumbles something against me and the vibrations of his voice against my clit sends me over the edge one final time. Peeta finally comes into view, panting and out of breath, with his chin and nose wet.
"Jesus Kat, you're gorgeous," Peeta leans forward to place a kiss on my lips.
His erection presses against my leg and I'm torn between wanting Peeta to slide into me or wanting to curl up and go back to sleep. Peeta decides for me though. I watch curiously as he rolls off of the bed and begins to head towards the bathroom.
A wave of rejection washes over me. "Where are you going?"
"I've got to head back into the office for a bit this morning."
"Oh. Are you going to make it to Prim's party?"
"Of course. I'll only be an hour or two. I should be there in time to help finish the set up."
"Okay," I smile up at him.
"Why did you invite Mellark?" Gale asks through gritted teeth as we straighten out the last of the table cloths.
"Why did you invite Mason?" I retort.
Gale rolls his eyes and looks at me. "I don't like that guy Katnip. Something about him is off. He's almost thirty-three. What is he doing with a girl ten years younger than him? He should be married and have kids by now. Did you know that there was speculation that he was gay? He has never been photographed or linked to another woman before you. Something just doesn't add up."
"So there must be something wrong with him because he picked me as his first relationship to go public with?" I question sarcastically. "I mean why else would a good looking billionaire want to be seen with a poor, fresh-out-of-college, ugly, naïve girl? You're totally right, something about Peeta is off."
"Fuck, Katniss. I didn't mean it like that. It's just I don't like the guy. I don't know why but I don't. I have a gut instinct that he's going to hurt you."
"Well right now, you're the only one hurting me," I stomp off in the opposite direction.
I order Rory to start helping Gale so I can spend some time with Prim. Now that school is over for the both of us, we barely see each other. Either I'm at work or with Peeta and Prim's with her friends or enjoying the last seconds of summer before being catapulted into adulthood.
By the time our mother gets off work the community center where we are holding Prim's graduation party is nearly all set up; the baby pictures playing on the projector are on a constant loop, the tables are covered in cloths which coordinate with the centerpiece a of helium-filled balloons, and he little memoir that is to be signed by all of the guests is sitting beside the door along with some of the pictures Gale shot of Prim for her senior pictures. The only thing that needs to be done is pick up the food and the cake which Peeta was unwavering on wanting to get them.
"What time should Peeta be here?" my mother asks me.
"Soon," I say back. "There was some big mishap at the office last night and he didn't get in until after midnight. He went back this morning to make sure it was all smoothed out. He said that he'd be here before we were finished setting everything up."
"And it looks like I'm a little late," I whip around to see Peeta walking in through the doors with a giant cake in his hands. It's not the cake that I ordered; I ordered a simple sheet cake with 'Congratulations Prim!' written on it. This cake is a three-tiered cake that is draped in white fondant, purple accents, an edible stethoscope and a doctors' lab coat, with the words 'Congrats Future Dr. Primrose Everdeen' written in beautiful cursive that I've seen before.
"Peeta Mellark," I start but I'm cut off by Prim screeching.
"Did you make this?" she asks and Peeta nods.
"Oh my gosh, it's so cool. Thank you!" Prim wraps her arms around Peeta's middle and I can see him tense up for a moment before gently hugging her back.
"You're very welcome, Primrose. Do you and Rory mind getting the rest of the food out of my car?"
Peeta tosses Prim the keys and waits for her to scamper off with Rory in tow before he turns his attention back towards me.
"Hello," Peeta attempts to kiss me but I turn my head away and his lips find my cheek. "What?"
"You know what. Was there even a mishap at work or were you working on the ridiculously over the top cake I can't afford?"
Peeta sighs. "I don't want to have this discussion in front of prying ears."
I notice Gale watching us from across the room. By the way he's standing it looks like he's ready to intervene at the first possible chance. I take Peeta by the hand and guide him back past the kitchen and through the hall where the bathrooms are. I open the girls' room and usher Peeta inside.
I lock the door before I begin speaking again. "Peeta, you know how I feel about you spending money frivolously on me."
"It wasn't on you. It was for Prim. You saw her face, she was so excited. You can't possibly tell me that you're upset after seeing her face light up like that."
"Yeah I'm glad that she's excited but you can't keep doing this."
"Why not?"
"Because I said so."
Peeta smirks and saunters towards me, backing me up against the door. "Do you want to change that answer?"
"No," I croak out.
"Oh Katniss, I think we need to have a little lesson."
Peeta doesn't give me time to respond before he's crashing his lips down onto mine. The dominating kiss only last for a second before he's trailing his mouth down my throat and working on inching up my top simultaneously. Once my top has made it past my bra Peeta flips the cups down so that my breasts are pushed and further up. He's onto my jeans next, not wasting anytime. Once the jeans and my panties are around my thighs and preventing much movement, Peeta twirls me around the room so I'm facing the mirror.
I can see my red cheeks and mussed up hair and taut nipples. I see Peeta unzipping his zipper and extracting himself from the confines of his pants.
"We're going to do this fast and you will not come. This is your punishment to trying to tell me what I can and cannot do with the money I've worked hard for. What is the safeword?"
"Mockingjay," I whisper.
Peeta rams into me and I start to cry out but Peeta latches his hand over my mouth. He yanks my head back to rest on his shoulder. "Do not make a sound. Though I'd love for your friend Gale to hear what you sound like when you're being fucked, I'm not sure if I want your mother or sister hearing how wonderful you sound."
I clamp my mouth shut behind Peeta's hand, gritting my teeth together as the feeling intensifies. I'm going to come. I don't know how to stop it. It feels too good and Peeta isn't helping by continually hitting all the right places. I squeeze my eyes shut and my knuckles whiten as I grip the bathroom countertop even harder.
"Open your eyes. I want you to see what I see while I'm fucking you. You're glorious."
I open my eyes to see Peeta staring back at me. He's wrapped a bunch of hair around his fist to keep me in place and I can here every little moan and grunt as it passes by my ear. I'm trussed up by my clothing and it's the hottest thing I've seen. I come immediately and Peeta follows suit.
After I've come off my high I remember that I wasn't supposed to come. I look up at Peeta, scared of what he's going to do. I didn't follow his orders, I was bad.
"I'm not going to ask you to come home with me Katniss, You will be coming home with me. Understood?"
I nod my head.
"Good. Now clean yourself up while I give Prim her graduation gift."
Peeta unlocks the door and strolls out before I can even pick myself up off of the counter. My legs feel like jello but I push myself to clean myself up like instructed and fix my outfit. I smooth out my hair and take a few deep breaths before joining Peeta.
I find him talking to my mother seemingly unaffected by what just occurred. He's got a cup of punch in one hand and his other hand is casually in his pocket. I roll my eyes openly, how much more trouble can I be in?
"So how was the sex?" my heart stops as I hear Johanna speak up behind me.
"Excuse me?" I try to say normally.
"I saw Peeta come out of the woman's restroom just a few minutes before you did. Your shirt is wrinkled a bit and you've got a sheen of sweat on your forehead. How was it?"
"I didn't—"
"Hey," Johanna puts her hands up. "I'm not judging. I'm a little envious actually. What I wouldn't do for Gale to take me up against the bathroom stall. If you ever feel like doing a little swinging, give me a call."
"Johanna!" I scold because I honestly don't know what else to say.
Johanna shrugs and simply skips off to join Gale in his conversation with one of Prim's friend.
The party was a success. Lots of people came and everyone enjoyed the cake and sandwiches from Mellark's Bakery. There is barely anything left over and the memoir is completely filled with names and well wishes. Prim's happy and her happiness is all that matters to me.
"Hey Little Duck, I'm going to head out with Peeta, is that alright?"
"Yeah, sure. Peeta got me another graduation gift; do you know what it is?"
"I have no idea. It could be a pony and I wouldn't be the least bit phased."
Prim giggles. "I like him Katniss. Not just because he got me the internship with Dr. Aurelius or made me a delicious cake or supplied this party with more food than I've had in my entire life. He makes you happy and I really like that."
"I like that too."
Peeta and I help clean up a little before Peeta gives me a look with his smoldering eyes that tells me it's time to leave. Prim offers to drive my car back to the house so I can ride with Peeta, which I wasn't for because I need a moment to myself before the punishment begins but things don't work out my way.
Peeta can barely keep both hands on the wheel during the drive back to his place. He's cursed my jeans multiple times as he runs his hand up and down my thigh. I think about taking them off for him but consider the possibility of getting in an accident or pulled over and I don't want to have to answer the question of why I didn't have any pants on if those scenarios were to happen. So I keep my pants zipped and buttoned.
Peeta's thrown the car into park and has his lips on my neck when my phone rings from inside my purse. He tells me to ignore it but I in turn ignore him. I push Peeta back onto the driver's seat as I check the caller ID; it's Prim.
"Hello?" I answer, getting an annoyed glare from Peeta. "He got you what? Yeah, I know that's exciting. I can't wait either," I grit out as I listen to my little sister screech over the phone. "I'm with Peeta now so I'll tell him. Love you, bye."
I hang up the phone and get out of the car. I don't wait for Peeta as I head towards the elevators. He just makes it inside before the elevator is taking up upwards. I can feel him getting closer to me, about to draw me into his web.
"Do not even think about it, Mister. I am pissed at you."
"Why?" Peeta says all too sweetly.
"You bought Prim tickets to Hawaii," I spit out.
"No, I rented a house for Prim, and yourself, in Hawaii. I didn't need to buy plane tickets."
"And why is that?"
"I have a company airplane," Peeta says as if every company has a freaking airplane.
I throw my hands up in the air and leave the elevator. "Of fucking course you do."
I notice Haymitch and Effie eating something at the bar in the kitchen. They have their eyes trained on the both of up.
"Take it you're not too keen on the Boy's gift to your sister," Haymitch says but immediately shut his mouth when Peeta glares at him. "I think there was something wrong with one of the computers in my office, Effie can you help me with it?"
The pair of them not so subtly exits the main living space so Peeta and I can continue our fight.
"You can't keep buying me or Prim or anyone else things. It's not fair."
"Why isn't it fair?"
"Because I can't repay you."
"I don't want you to repay me. Katniss, I've worked extremely hard to have this life. It's rude to tell me how to spend my money."
"I'm not telling you how to spend it; I'm just asking you not to spend it on me."
"It comes with the territory Katniss. You can't stop me from buying you or anyone else things. Get used to it."
"I can't."
Peeta runs his fingers through his mussy hair. "It's in the contract."
"I didn't sign the contract."
"I know," Peeta bites. "But you agreed to follow the rules of the contract until you signed it."
I roll my eyes, not caring if it's against Peeta's precious rules, and walk away.
"Where are you going?" he calls after me as I ascend up the stairs.
"I'm going to your stupid playroom. Are you going to come fuck me or not?"
We fuck our frustrations out of each other. Peeta ties me up one way, fucks me until I'm no longer able to stand on my own, unties me, then ties me up in another position just to fuck me again. I deliberately defy him which causes him a great deal of annoyance. I think my ass will have a permanent red mark in the shape of his hand. We continue this destructive pattern until we've exhausted ourselves and lay in a heap of worn out bones and flesh on the floor of the Red Room of Pain.
"I should have talked about Hawaii with you first. I honestly thought you'd love it since you and Prim had wanted to take this trip for a while."
"I do love it Peeta. It's extremely thoughtful. I'm just not used to all of this money, it's a hard adjustment. I know how hard you work and you shouldn't have me trying to tell you what to spend it on. It's just that I'm not in it for your money."
"I know you aren't. That's one of the many reasons why I'm drawn to you. I could lose all of my money tomorrow and you'd still let me tie you up and fuck you."
I smile at his choice of words. "Please don't buy anything else for Prim without talking to me about it. I don't want her to get comfortable with you showering her with anything she wants."
"Why not? Prim is a good girl that is really driven. She should be pampered every once in a while, as well as her bullheaded sister."
"I don't want her to get attached to you. You've got her the internship and now you're making this childhood dream come true. You're like Santa, only Santa isn't going to last forever. So when you've finally had your fill of me, those gifts are going to stop and you'll just disappear. Prim gets attached to people too easily and falls too hard. I've already seen her go through the loss of our father. I don't want to see her go through the loss of another important male role model."
"Oh yeah, you're right," Peeta pulls himself away from me. "I wasn't thinking about the long term affects. I'm sorry."
We don't stay in the room for much longer. Peeta only likes being in The Red Room of Pain for one reason and after we're done fucking he likes to lock the door and walk away, almost as if he's trying to forget that it exists.
It's awkward during dinner and awkward as we shower for bed together. When we get out I'm not sure whether to crawl into his bed or head upstairs. Again, Peeta decides for me, telling me to lie down in his bed while he heads back into his office to get some work done. I want nothing more than to go back inside the bubble that we've created for ourselves. A bubble where we forget that this relationship has an expiration date, where Peeta doesn't have control or trust issues, where I'm not terrified of giving the reins to someone else for a while. I've popped that bubble though by reminding Peeta of our imminent demise.
Peeta comes to bed sometime later, pulling me into him so our bodies can fit together like puzzle pieces as usual. He nuzzles into my neck, offering me a small kiss before I let his even breathing lull me back to sleep. Maybe we can build a new bubble tomorrow?