Chapter 8
I don't own Lucian
Ian's POV
My head is ponding. There is loud racket surrounding me. Something warm and wet is licking my face. I fight myself to open my eyes which I instantly regret. The morning sun is streaming in through the French doors leading out to the balcony as well as the two windows that are located one on each side of said French doors. The alarm clock is blaring this god awful sound making me want to throw it out the window. Rolling over on my back it dawns on me I am lying on the hardwood floors in Lucy's bedroom. I smile up at Bailey is standing over me licking my face.
"Come on you crazy goof let's go out to go potty." Getting up from the floor has to be one of the worst moves I could have made at the moment.
"God I need some coffee."
The dogs all follow me down the stairs to get something to drink. I let them all out into the fenced backyard first then head into the grand kitchen. I sigh when I see the coffee pot is empty. Guess Lucy picked up some coffee on her way to work. Not a huge problem. This can be simply rectified by opening the cabinet above the coffee maker to get the necessities. I frown when I notice what I am looking for seems to be empty.
"There is no way we are out," I mumble to myself. Turning on my heel I reach up to open the cabinet above the stove where Luce and I keep our emergency coffee stash for situations such as these. For some absurd reason that cabinet is empty as well. Guess I will just go out and get some then.
Making my way back up the wood staircase I grab a pair of jeans and a plain old t-shirt to slip into. With a tired huff I run my hands through my hair begging for my pounding headache to disperse. I make sure to let the dogs inside prior to heading out for a quick hangover run. I am so hungover right now I cannot remember a single thing from last night. I cannot even recall the last time I have drank near as much as I did in order to warrant such a dreadful hangover.
As if I was in autopilot I reach out for my keys off of the end table at the back door only to discover my keys are not in the bowl like they usually are. Looking all around I cannot find them anywhere. I know they aren't in the pockets of the pants I wore last night because I didn't drive my car, Brody came to pick me up on the way to the bar.
Digging my phone out of my pocket I try to call Lucy to see if she knows where my keys might be. Unfortunately it goes to voicemail. I guess she is in the middle of filming. Well, I guess I am not getting my coffee or my hangover food. It seems the only viable option left is to take a long, hot shower then get back in bed.
After what seems to have been a roughly nine hour nap I decide I should make a hearty dinner to fill up my empty stomach. With not much drive to actually cook I merely heat up the rest of my T-bone steak from dinner last night paired with a baked potato.
Just as I have finished cleaning up my dinner I hear Lucy coming in from the back door.
"Hey babe! How was your day?" I ask as Lucy sits her stuff down on the end table at the door.
Lucy smiles brightly in my direction. "It was really good, just kind of long. Yours?"
Shrugging my shoulders answers her question silently. "I slept most of the day. Hey have you seen my keys by chance? I thought for sure I left them at the back door."
"Oh yeah, I accidentally grabbed them this morning thinking they were mine as I was rushing out the door. Sorry about that."
The conversation slowly dissipates bringing us to a silent house. Lucy gets this look in her face that I know far too well. Her eyes connect with mine as she slowly glides across the room until she is standing directly in front of me.
"I missed you today." Lucy mumbles as she tosses her arms around my neck to pull me in close. She instantly crashes her lips against mine in a heated kiss which stirs my sleeping erection awake.
Lucy's hands instantly roam my body in a highly suggestive manner. I grunt loudly when her hand guides down my torso to squeeze my penis over my boxers. I am suddenly very pleased with my choice to lounge around in my underwear all day. My mouth goes dry the moment Lucy pushes me down aggressively to sit in the cream, plush armed chair in the living room.
Lucy straddles me the moment I am in the chair. Her hips have not once ceased their pleasurable movements. I cannot help but run my hands up her body underneath her shirt to fondle her breasts over her dark blue lace bra. Lucy places one of her hands on my shoulder while the other runs through her hair after she tosses her head back. My lips latch onto her neck and any other visible skin due to her still wearing her shirt. My hands move down to squeeze her ass in order to pull her even tighter against my body as she moves against me.
I cannot recall how long it has been since Lucy gave me a lap dance. She has only given me two since we began dating. One was at work between scenes when we had an evening of colorful scenes. The other had been on her tour bus when I had dropped by in one of the cities she had been performing in. But that was quite some time ago. Watching Lucy's stomach rolling in such a skillful manner as her hips rock against me creates a rock hard issue in my boxers. I finally cannot take this anymore. I need to take this further. I have to take this further.
"Let's go upstairs." I don't even wait for Lucy's reply. I grab her thighs in my hands to pick her up. I all but run upstairs with Lucy in my arms. Entering the bedroom I toss Lucy down on the bed then quickly climb on top of her.
Lucy's POV
Within seconds I roll us over to climb on top of Ian. "I'm in charge tonight." I quickly yank off his boxers leaving him completely naked underneath me.
Reaching into my pocket I retrieve the desired item. With the darkness in my room Ian doesn't see what I am doing. He is far too transfixed on my hips and my ass right now. Grabbing his right hand I tie it to the headboard and continue the same action with his left.
Ian glances up at his wrists. "Panty hose? Did you just happen to have these in your pocket or did you plan this?" Ian smirks at me with seduction laced in his grin.
"Oh, you know me always being prepared." I smile coyly at him. Little does he know how prepared I am and how unprepared he is right now.
After a long day debating how exactly I was going to approach this situation with Ian I had finally worked out the perfect idea while I was eating lunch in my dressing room. In the past Ian has proven his ability to break free from ties, scarfs, and even handcuffs! One day I was determined to have complete control in the bedroom when I wanted to work him up and purely torture him sexually which is when I thought to try panty hose. I'm glad I have finally been able to use that small tidbit of information to my benefit.
Leaning down to whisper against Ian's lists I murmur my instructions to him. "Now, I want you to close your eyes and wait."
"Wait for what?"
Giving him a teasing look I smile, "you'll see."
I carefully slip off of the bed to disappear into the closet. Running my hand through the racks of jackets my fingers pause when they land on my favorite chocolate brown leather jacket. Once I slip the jacket on I walk deeper into the closet to find the perfect pair of four inch heels to match my outfit. As quietly as possible I make my way into the bathroom to dig out a tube of shimmering lip gloss to apply a thin coat to my lips. Double checking my makeup in the mirror I smile to myself satisfied with my appearance. Strutting out of the bathroom I head towards the bedroom door leading to the hall.
Upon hearing my heels clicking against the hardwood floor Ian speaks up. "Ooooh did you put on my favorite heels?"
"Mhm baby," I reply in a seductive tone.
I am walking out the door when Ian speaks up once again.
"Hey! Lucy, where are you going?" Ian shouts. Guess he got impatient and wanted to sneak a peek at me before I told him he could.
"I'm going out, what does it look like?" I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly.
Ian's mouth drops open in shock. "What the hell Lucy! Untie me!"
"No, I think I'll wait a bit before doing that. Now if you'll excuse me I have some friends to go meet up with."
"It is eleven o'clock at night Lucy where could you possibly be going? Especially dressed like that."
Glaring at him I cross my arms over my chest. "And what is wrong with what I am wearing?"
Ian scoffs harshly. "You look like you are going to a club or something. Other than that let's not forget to mention the fact you have me tied to the bed completely naked with a huge erection."
"Who's to say I'm not going clubbing? My friends are waiting on me so I'm heading out now. Good luck with that little issue." I snap at him while gesturing to his erection.
"Lucy! Get back here! Why in the hell are you doing this? Come untie me now." Ian shouts at me the moment I turn my back on him.
Glancing over my shoulder I shoot him a cold look. "Maybe Sophia can come over here and help you out." With that I storm out of my bedroom without listening to another word from him.
Sitting in my car I take a few minutes to myself before heading inside. At the moment I am in my garage after just getting home from hanging out with my friends. I wasn't in much of a clubbing mood due to my current fight with Ian. The two of us never fight, even when we were just friends we never fought.
I called it a night much earlier in the evening. I've spent the past few hours laying on the hood of my car with my back against the windshield watching the starts up above from my favorite hill top hidden away from everyone else in the city. It is my private place I love to go hiking where not many people know of its existence. Whenever I am feeling stressed or overwhelmed I love to come up here at night to stare at the stars as a way of escaping reality for a bit.
Thinking back to this morning I realize it was a bit childish for me to stash all of the coffee in the house from Ian. I even went so far as to take his car keys so he'd be stuck in the house with no caffeine while sporting a horrible hangover. I had just been incredibly worked up this morning that I wanted to do whatever I could think of to stick it to Ian. I know it wasn't the best decisions I've ever made, but I just couldn't help myself this morning.
Glancing down at my iPhone I see it is just after three in the morning. I better head inside now. Releasing a huge sigh off of my chest I climb out of my car. Prior to heading upstairs I enter the kitchen to dig out a pair of scissors from one of the drawers. With how tight I tied those knots I know there is no possible way to untie them which leads me with the only option but to cut him free. Sliding the object into my back pocket I prepare myself for what is to come.
As slowly as I possibly could, I trudge up the stairs to my bedroom. As I has suspected Ian had yet to get out of the restraints. At first I assume he is asleep as his eyes are closed and he is lying rather still on the bed. Entering my bedroom I place my phone and my keys on top of my dresser inside of the door.
Ian's head shoots up at the noise of my keys. "Lucy! Glad you are finally back. Will you please cut me loose now? Whatever joke this is isn't funny." Ian spits harshly.
"Do you even know why I did this?" Standing at the end of the bed I cross my arms over my chest and give him a hard stare.
"No, I have no fucking clue as to why my girlfriend would tie me to our bed and then leave in the middle of the night. Care to explain?"
I laugh harshly to myself. "So you don't remember getting drunk off your ass last night with your ex at some bar then coming here to my house waking me up in the middle of the night for sex? But wait you didn't just do that! No you had to take it even farther by handcuffing me to my bed then went down on me only to fucking fall asleep on me just before I had an orgasm shortly before you started mumbling Sophia's name. Any of this ringing any sort of bells to you?" I shout rather loudly at him.
Ian's face falls instantly and I can see the guilt in his eyes. "So what exactly did you two do last night that made you show up here drunk and looking for sex?"
"Lucy we never—." Ian tries to defend himself but I decide I don't want to hear it. I saw enough pictures of them plastered all over Instagram and Twitter hanging out with some of their other friends.
My reply was cut short by my phone ringing from its place behind me.
"Who in the hell would that be at three in the morning?"
Ignoring Ian's comment I pick up my phone to see Travis's name flash across the top of the phone. Thinking against my better judgement I swipe my thumb to the right answering the call.
"Hey Travis," I murmur lightly.
"Hey Lucy. Did you get home safely?"
"Yes, I got home about twenty minutes ago. Thanks for checking. Is there something I can do for you or were you just checking in on me?"
"Sorry for calling so late. I just finished wrapping a scene for the night and wanted to give you a call with some new information as well as check on you. I figured you'd still be up since I just talked to you not too long ago. I didn't wake you, did I?" Travis hesitates with a bit of nervousness in his voice.
"No, no you didn't at all." I shake my head despite the realization he cannot see me. "What's up?"
"The producers of the movie told me they want to begin production of the movie a bit sooner than planed so they are moving up the call back day for you and Marie. They are going to let your manager know tomorrow but I wanted to give you a heads up. It is going to be the day after tomorrow. I was also wondering if you were maybe free tomorrow to practice lines."
"Oh wow that is much sooner. Yes, that would be great if you are up for it. Where do you want to do it?"
Ian begins speaking up trying to get my attention back on him but I merely ignore him. While listening to Travis I block out Ian's protests and move to stand in the hallway outside of my bedroom.
"Uh how about my place tomorrow at say 8:30? If you need to do later in the day I can do some time after five, I just have a 2 o'clock meeting with my manager tomorrow to work around."
"8:30 sounds perfect! How about you text me your address and I will see you in the morning."
We both say our goodbyes then hang up. I really hope I get this part. Hopefully my practicing with Travis tomorrow boosts my chances and I land the spot over Marie.
Reentering the bedroom I see Ian is pissed. "Why would he be calling you this late? What could he possibly want?"
"He just wanted to make sure I got home safely and to let me know my call back audition is now scheduled for the day after tomorrow, well technically tomorrow since it is already after three in the morning."
"And why would he need to know if you got home safely? Were you out with him tonight? Is that why you dressed up to look extra sexy tonight?"
My mouth drops open at his suggestion. "What? No! I went out with my friends tonight then I talked to him on the phone earlier which is how he knew I was out having some fun. What does it matter anyway?"
"Really Lucy?" Ian gives me this harsh, knowing look. "It is perfectly okay for you to be talking with this guy in the middle of the night while I am tied to the bed and yet I cannot have drinks with my friends and Sophia. How does that even out?"
"I don't have a previous five year long romantic relationship with Travis like you do with Sophia. He is trying to help me get this movie role whereas Sophia is a mere ex-girlfriend who is still pinning over you!"
Ian scoffs with a humorous laugh. "Please, all he is trying to do is get in your panties that is the only reason for his actions. He thinks if he plays the helpful guy who does everything he can to get you the role that you will have to thank him somehow for all he has done for you. And what a way to thank someone than with sex?"
"Get out of my house." I state in a firm voice not allowing my emotions to overcome me.
"Gladly! Cut these damn things off of me and I will."
Closing the distance between the two of us I take the scissors from my back pocket to cut him free then toss them on my nightstand.
Ian quickly dresses in his clothes that are piled on the floor. He is fully dressed in an even thirty seconds. Without even sparing a glance at me he storms towards the bedroom door and slams it shut behind him on his way out. The moment I hear him exit through the garage, also slamming that door shut I should note, I allow my tears to slip down my cheeks.
I have always hated fighting with my past boyfriends, but fighting with Ian is different. Fighting with Ian feels a million times worse than it has with anyone else in the past.
Stripping out of my clothes I slip into a tank top with the intentions of sleeping in a mere camisole any my underwear. I scrub off my makeup despite my desire not to deal with it. Once that is all finished I throw my hair up into a messy bun then crawl into bed hoping to forget about everything and get some sleep.
Sooooo we still have trouble in paradise! I couldn't help but have Lucy get back at Ian by tying him to her bed then leaving him there all alone. What do you think is going to happen next? I have had this planned for so long I am unbelievably excited to finally be writing out this storyline. Can't wait for you guys to see what is coming up!
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