Darker – Chapter 5
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Last time on Darker…
"Baby...I love you so much." He was finally able to openly verbalize his true feelings that melted my heart. Smiling to myself I knew this was the turning point in our relationship and couldn't wait to see where our love would take us next.
"Show me."
And now…
It was close to four in the morning when I woke up alone in Jesse's bed. With the faint sound of a piano playing from the other room I yawned and stretched my limbs so I could wake up enough to join my love inside. Hearing something stir in the room, I looked around and could have sworn I saw something from the corner of my eye, moving near the tied back drapes framing the floor to ceiling glass. With the twinkling lights of the L.A. skyline shining through, the dancing shadows it created toyed with my imagination. For a brief moment I sensed I was being watched and felt a chill go up and down my spine which made me bring the comforter up to my neck to use as a protective shield. After a quick beat I chuckled inwardly at my paranoia, shook my head and chastised myself for acting so ridiculous.
Get a grip Beca! You're hallucinating because you've practically had no sleep. You're on the top floor of a modern high rise with a state of the art security system rifling that of Fort Knox.
Mother Nature decided at that very moment to make her presence known as I reluctantly uncovered my naked self and walked over to the en suite master bath. Taking care of personal business I winced slightly down south and smiled in recollection of one of the most memorable nights I've ever had.
Dinner along Pacific Coast Highway catered by mobile chefs to being fed cheesecake in the back of a SUV, and then a little nightclub action at Boulevard3. The highlight of course being Jesse's breakthrough in finally opening his heart and declaring his love for me, then experiencing the most sensual lovemaking ever. I'd never felt more loved than the hours we spent in each other's arms as we celebrated our love and came together as one.
Touching up my smudged makeup, I brushed the fur off my teeth and put my hair up in a messy bun. Grabbing the white bath robe that hung from a hook I held it in front of me and contemplated putting it on, but recalled the last time I wore it; I was being punished for the unspeakable crime of rolling my eyes. Returning the terry cloth garment to its rightful place I re-entered the bedroom, switched on a side light and found Jesse's black dress shirt in the pile of discarded clothing from the night before. Securing his shirt around me with one button I popped the collar to look extra chic then retrieved a foil packet from his chest of drawers, buried it in the breast pocket of his shirt and headed for the living room.
The marble floors were freezing on my bare feet as I rounded the corner and found a shirtless Jesse wearing tie strung pajama bottoms that rested enticingly low on his waist.
Damn he was sexy and he was all mine.
With his just fucked hair I just about snorted out loud as it stood up in all directions, the dude seriously needed a haircut. Stifling a laugh to conceal my presence a little while longer, I leaned back against a wall that was still covered by darkness. With flashbacks of our lovemaking occupying my mind, I closed my eyes and took in the beautiful melody he was creating.
A few hours earlier...
"Show me." My words came out as a challenge as they impacted him like a nuclear bomb. Holding me closer to him, Jesse blanketed my body with his own, kissing me so tenderly, I felt as though I had died and gone to heaven. With feather light pecks to my forehead, then to my nose, lips and chin he treated me as though I were a fragile porcelain doll. At times he stopped his advances and just gazed at me, his endearing stare piercing my soul while his fingers lightly brushed along my curves. I'd never experienced this kind of tenderness from Jesse as it proved his love for me was real.
Rolling me on top I straddled his hips and took it upon myself to reach behind and unclasp my bra. As the leather cups loosened and fell on their own he sat up and palmed my breasts, massaging me gently, eliciting moans from within. I pebbled at his touch which invited his tongue to tease me further before taking a stiffened nipple into his warm delectable mouth.
The more he manipulated me, the more aroused I became and closer to achieving my first orgasm of the night. Jesse had said I was one of the few women he knew who could actually climax from breast stimulation alone, and loved how receptive I was to him. Since he was the only man I'd ever been with I didn't know any better and accepted his word at face value. All I knew was that I loved him and could probably orgasm at the sound of his voice while he read the Wall Street Journal.
Grinding myself against him I grew impatient and couldn't wait to rid us of the remaining articles of clothing we had on that served as a barrier between us. I couldn't wait for skin on skin contact and I could hardly wait to have him inside of me, but I would have to wait a little while longer as he took his time in savoring every last inch of me. This was a different kind of Jesse who was no longer playing the dominant role from some indecent proposal, instead he was a man in love with his passion being expressed through his intense lovemaking.
Repositioning us, I was placed on my back and laid out on a stack of pillows as Jesse raised my hands above my head and draped his body over mine. Devouring my lips with his own he kissed me as though his life depended on it. As our kiss deepened his knee parted my thighs and my struggle to maintain my composure was once again in jeopardy as I felt my core heat up to the point of no return.
Instead of removing my g-string, Jesse hooked the flimsy material to the side and swept my folds with his deft fingers that had me gasping at the contact. I was so over stimulated it wouldn't take much to send me to oblivion and Jesse knew exactly how to set me off. Breaking off the kiss we locked eyes as he brought his glistening hand full of my essence to his lips and sucked his fingers clean; the gesture alone made my insides shudder. "Delicious." He purred and covered my lips with his own as I tasted my arousal on him. While continuing to devour my lips he resumed his attention down below as he cupped me and teased my entry that had me practically grunting in protest.
"Take that damn thing off already." Sounding more breathless and desperate than I had intended Jesse chuckled at my eagerness as he slowly liberated me of my annoying butt floss. "Now yours." I whispered as he rid himself of his boxer briefs. With no more barriers between us we were finally skin on skin and loving each other's company. But it wasn't enough. I needed him inside me like yesterday. "Please!" Practically begging to be filled I looked up at the mirrored ceiling and watched our reflection as Jesse's naked backside covered me while I squirmed with need.
"In time, baby. We have all night and I plan to love you the way you were meant to be loved." Jesse picked a hell of a time to be romantic as my libido was literally kicking my ass.
"Okay." I whispered in defeat as he pressed his lips to mine. As our kiss deepened Jesse squeezed my breasts and rubbed his erection against my drenched core.
"Always so ready for me." He praised and kissed me hard. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" I shook my head because I really didn't know. "I'm like a moth to your flame, Beca and I can't resist you."
"Then don't." I sounded breathy as he kissed me again. "I'm yours babe, I've always been yours."
"And I belong to you." He affirmed, tearing open a foil packet as he reached down and prepared himself for me. In alignment with my center he teased my opening with his tip that nearly sent me over.
Spreading my thighs wider Jesse eased into me and held position until I could acclimate to his generous size. When I gave him a quick nod he slowly began to move as our lips locked in a passionate kiss.
With his elbows on both sides of my head he was careful to not put too much weight on me as we continued to consume ourselves with sloppy kisses, smiling against each other as we enjoyed our newly discovered intimacy. With oxygen becoming a commodity, Jesse's lips moved off of mine and latched onto my neck as he sucked on my pulse point that made my eyes roll back to the heavens. By mid morning evidence of our lovemaking would be obvious on my alabaster skin.
"C'mon baby, come for me." With his soothing voice he fingered my sensitive point which catapulted me into a glorious climax. Arching my back I hollered out as Jesse smothered my cries with a kiss. "That's it." He praised between kisses. "You're so beautiful like this." His words were my undoing as I my body continued to squeeze him and pulse at the intense release.
Over the next several minutes he showered me with loving kisses as my spasms subsided, we remained connected as Jesse slowly resumed his pace. With perspiration pouring off of him and mixing with my own I coaxed him closer to his own happy ending. He looked so pained in trying to keep his emotions intact and not letting himself lose control that I needed to help him along, and I knew exactly what to do.
"Jesse." I sounded breathless as my body was building towards yet another finale. Holding his head between my hands I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his. "Let it go." My encouragement did something to him as his forehead pressed firmly to mine as he grunted out while quickening his pace. "That's it, babe. Now look at me."
And he did...
With our eyes locked my heart nearly burst at the sight before me as Jesse was brought to tears. As much as a control freak he'd always been, he was also filled with passion that needed to be set free, and with his expression saying volumes, he was on the verge of letting his actions speak for themselves. Caressing the side of his face I kissed him tenderly as his eyes closed and then it happened.
"Beca." My name rolled off his lips as a whisper as he opened his eyes and stared into my soul. "I love you."
I was so emotionally affected my eyes flooded with tears as words failed me. Nodding with a smile Jesse sucked in his breath and let out the loudest primal sound I'd ever heard as he thrust one last time and emptied himself into my depths. With my mind and body reacting to him, another intense surge of pleasure washed over me as I erupted around him and milked him dry. This was the connection I knew was possible as our lips crushed together, muffling our joyful cries while we surfed the wild waves of lust together. There would never be another moment like this as we came together as one.
With Jesse's declaration of love earlier we engaged in the most intense and sensual lovemaking I'd ever experienced. Any doubt I had of him being sweet and gentle went out the window as he took his time, caressing and kissing every inch of my body while nurturing me like any real lover would his partner. He brought me to absolute bliss more times than I could count and it would still never be enough. With each climax we gave each other, brought us even closer as trust and intimacy in its purest form was established. As we laid on our sides we couldn't take our eyes off each other or keep our hands to ourselves while we continued to bask in our post coital afterglow.
Throughout the night we spoke more about the love we felt for each other, we laughed at each other's stories and did something neither of us expected; we began to discuss the future. For the first time Jesse admitted to wanting a family of his own that would be raised in a secluded mansion with access to a privately owned beach. The more he spoke about it the more I envisioned myself as his wife and mother to his children, which had never been a thought before moving to Los Angeles.
While at Barden when I wasn't leading the Bellas to competitions I had my heart set on being a music producer and nothing more. But like the conversation I had with Stacie, it was time to grow up and embrace other possibilities. As the portrait of Jesse and myself with two young children popped back into my head, I began to wonder if the image I first saw when Chloe and I first arrived in L.A. was our future.
Back to the present...
Walking out of the shadows I approached Jesse with a smile and sat beside him on the bench. As he continued to play he sang along which just about did me in. I knew he played beautifully and was a genius at composing music but the melodious sounds that came from his lips were so beautiful, it was like ear porn to me. Finishing up his impromptu performance he placed his hands on his lap, turned to my direction and gave me the most endearing look.
"You can sing?" I asked rhetorically and sighed. Shaking my head in disbelief I placed my hands over his. Shrugging his shoulders Jesse smiled shyly. "You're incredible." I gushed, sighing to myself. "I didn't think I could love you any more and then I do."
"C'mere." He motioned for me to straddle his lap. "I've never played or sung in front of anyone before, but you Miss Mitchell aren't just anyone or just any woman."
"No, I'm not...and you're not just any man." I countered with my arms around his neck. "And by the way, I'm not done with you tonight."
"You mean morning, don't you?" Breaking out in a wide grin Jesse undid the button holding his shirt together and gently caressed my breasts. "I like you in my clothes but I love you even more out of them." He smirked letting the shirt fall off my shoulders. "Let's go back to bed so I can show you again how much I love you." He suggested, wrapping his arms around me.
"Why wait?" Reaching in the breast pocket of his shirt I presented the foil packet which earned a genuine smile from him. "What do you say Mr. Swanson? Are you, pardon the pun, up for another round?"
"Oh really?" His amusement was overshadowed by his desire as he pulled me in for a kiss. "Could I have actually found the only woman on this planet with a bigger sex drive than my own?" He joked while untying the drawstring to his pajama bottoms. "I'm all yours baby...you know what to do."
And that I do...
Smirking at him I reached into his pants and freed his member. Stroking him the way he always loved it, he rose to the occasion in record breaking time as his breathing became hitched and eyes dilated. Never losing eye contact I ripped open the packet with my teeth and rolled the prophylactic onto his length. Lifting myself up to align us I slowly sank down onto him.
Letting out a gush our foreheads pressed together while we savored the connection we'd experienced so many times earlier. As I moved slowly his lips found mine and we held on to each other while we made love for the umpteenth time since last night. I would never grow tired of the feeling of Jesse inside me or his mouth exploring my body as I tingled all over and became all sensation.
Gyrating my hips to take him in further, Jesse matched my rhythm and created the friction I desired. Getting closer to a release I couldn't hold back my groans and increased the pace as Jesse held my face between his hands and looked directly into my soul. "God I love you." His outpouring of affection nearly made me cry again as tiny beads of sweat formed on my forehead while I rode him harder and faster until I exploded around him. Smothering my cries with a kiss Jesse held me flush to his body as I trembled all over. Giving me time to recover he picked me up with my legs still wrapped around him, took us back to the bedroom, and without breaking contact, lowered us onto his bed and showed me again and again how much he loved me.
A couple of hours later...
We woke up finally satiated and feeling content. With my back to his front I had the biggest shit eating grin on my face, I'd never been happier and never wanted this moment to end. His arm was firmly wrapped around me and I felt the warmth of his breath along my neck. There was no need for words, with the sound of our breathing and occasional sighs, signified we were swooning over each other and were very much on the same page. Like a powerful magnet I flipped over as our swollen lips gravitated towards each other in a sweet and loving kiss.
"Cheesecake has nothing on you." I muttered into his mouth that sent us both into fits of laughter.
"That's huge praise coming from you." He retorted back, fully amused.
"Very huge" I teased back, with a suggestive tone as I looked down at the tent covering his morning wood. "You have no idea what an enormous compliment that is."
Sighing deeply Jesse gave me a peck on my cheek. "So tell me Miss Mitchell, care to explain to me again how a woman as beautiful as you managed to avoid hooking up with anyone during college?"
"Well, with the exception of that prick, Trevor the boys at Barden just didn't interest me."
"How about girls then, with all of that experimentation going on weren't you ever tempted?"
Giving Jesse one of my trademark smirks I was a little taken back by his inquiry as I thought back to my freshman year. "Okay so there was this one time a few years back."
Jesse's eyes grew wide as he listened intently. "Did you just say one time?"
"Yeah. One time."
"This I've got to hear." He deadpanned.
"Dude, get your mind out of the gutter." Pausing to gage his reaction, he encouraged me to continue. "It was the beginning of my freshman year and I thought I was all badass with the biggest chip on my shoulder. The Quad was having an 'activities fair' so all the clubs were being represented. This was when I met Chloe and Aubrey, who were both seniors at the time and tried to recruit me into the Bellas. Naturally I considered them both weirdos and A Capella lame. I even went as far as telling them I didn't sing and walked away thinking I was above it all. You see I only agreed to attend Barden because of my dad's perks of teaching there. Once I earned my all expenses paid degree I would relocate to L.A. with his help. Anyway being part of any group was the farthest thing from my mind but my dad insisted I give college life a chance. Later in the week I was in the communal showers thinking I was alone and singing out loud."
Interrupting my story Jesse jumped in. "Let me guess, 'Titanium'."
Nodding my head I smirked. "So I entered my stall, disrobed and began to shower thinking nobody else would be there past midnight on a school night when all of a sudden my curtain was retracted and there she was."
"Who was it?"
"Chloe! Apparently she had snuck in some dude and they were going at it in the stall next to me."
"Nice"
"So there I was in all my glory with some bubbly redhead, who I might add was naked as the day she was born, invading my personal space and privacy. She heard me singing and forced me to duet with her right there in the showers."
"What did you do?"
"What do you think I did? The weirdo came into my stall and threatened to stay if I didn't." I paused to sigh. "So...we sang Titanium and I have to admit, we sounded fucking awesome together."
"And then you girls went at it?"
"NO!" I playfully slapped his arm which made him laugh as I couldn't believe he would say something like that. "If you couldn't tell by now I don't swing that way." I scoffed as he cracked up even more.
"What about your friend?"
"Umm...I probably shouldn't say anything but, let's just say she's dipped into the dark side."
"Chloe's bisexual!?" He couldn't believe it.
"Yeah...at least she was until she met your brother." Jesse guffawed and pretended to wipe away tears from his eyes. His laughter was so infectious I cracked up along with him. "What's so funny?"
"Let's just say that Tom, my brother from another mother and your best friend couldn't be more perfect for each other."
"What?" I asked, then it dawned on me what he was alluding to. "He's been with dudes!?" Propping myself up I couldn't believe what Jesse had admitted to. "Are you sure? How do you even know this?"
"I grew up with him under the same roof. It was obvious when we hit our teens. Being as outgoing as he was he didn't exactly hide it. He was into everything and anybody."
"Wow! Never saw that coming. You're right, they are perfect for each other. I wonder if she even knows."
"So you never answered my question. Were you ever tempted?"
Letting out a sigh I thought about what he was asking. "Shortly after the shower incident and after I was accepted into the Bellas, Chloe admitted she had feelings for me. I won't lie to you, it had me considering the possibilities, I mean Chloe's attractive and all, but I wasn't interested enough to pursue it. We came to a mutual understanding, became best friends and were co-captains of the Bellas for years. She's the only one I trusted enough with my secret about still being a virgin at twenty-two. She never judged me about it but thought I was silly when I explained to her that I, badass Beca was waiting for my knight in shining armor to come into my life and sweep me off my feet."
Pulling me closer Jesse placed a soft kiss to my lips.
"I'm glad you waited."
"Me too."
"And by the way, you do shag like a minx." Jesse added making us both laugh some more.
"Thanks! I had a really good teacher." I retorted back, making him snicker. "I'd always been an overachiever so earning straight A's was usually my thing."
"It's no wonder you graduated with honors." He said and gave me the warmest of smiles. "Brains and beauty is a deadly combination Miss Mitchell, but you pull it off flawlessly."
"It's only because you bring it out of me." With the mood getting serious we kissed passionately and held each other tight. "I never knew it could be like this."
"Me neither and I'm never letting you go."
"Good because there's no where else I'd rather be then with you in your bed."
"How about in my shower?"
"Mmm...I could be persuaded."
It was still very early in the morning as we stood in his bathroom waiting for the water to heat up. Stepping into the large stall together Jesse positioned me in front of him as he wrapped his arms around my front. Nuzzling my neck he placed kisses along my floral tattoo and down my back as water sprayed over us from the dual shower heads.
"I'm going to wash you now." He whispered in my ear and kissed the back of my neck. "Close your eyes and relax."
Lathering up a loofah with his special shower gel he moved us away from the shower streams and started at the back of my neck and shoulders, slowly making his way down my back to my rear and down to my thighs and calves. Taking his time to be thorough he repeated the process on the way back up. "Put your hands behind your head." I did as he asked as his hands enveloped my breasts while he nibbled on my neck. His hands felt so good on me that my libido had woken up again and came back with a vengeance.
Turning me around Jesse applied more gel to the sponge and slowly massaged my front, and just like before, he started at the top and worked his way downward. Gently applying the material to my throat and neck, he cleansed my collarbone then pressed the sponge to my chest and breasts. Using his hands he massaged me making me stiffen under his touch as he kissed me tenderly. As he continued his descent to my abs to my belly button and then onto my sex where he took his time and gave more attention to. With extra care he rubbed the material between my folds that made me groan at the sensation and suck in my breath as he thoroughly cleansed me. Moving lower he finished up my front by soaping up my legs and feet. When I thought he was done Jesse lathered up his hands and started washing my hair. With his strong fingers massaging my scalp I moaned and enjoyed the attention I was receiving. Rinsing the soap and shampoo off of me Jesse was like an octopus, with his hands all over my body, he pushed me against the stone cold tile and pressed his lips to mine.
"My turn." I murmured against his lips. At first Jesse gave me a look of warning but saw the love I had for him and caved in. "If you don't want this just tell me and I'll stop."
After a beat Jesse conceded to me. "No...I want you to."
"Are you sure?"
Nodding his head he smiled. "Yeah. I trust you."
Taking the loofah from him I squirted some shower gel onto the sponge and playfully spun him around so his back was facing my front. Using the material I massaged the soap into his neck and shoulders, and felt Jesse relax under my touch.
"How does that feel?" I asked, kissing his left then right shoulder. When he bobbed his head up and down I smiled to myself then continued to wash down his backside. Skipping over his rear I squatted down and concentrated my efforts on his muscular thighs and calves. Working my way back up I stopped at his phenomenal ass, kissed his half globes and worked the material in between, feeling him through the cloth. Moaning at my ministration his hands fell onto the wall in front of him to steady himself while I made sure his ass was squeaky clean. "I'll take it you enjoyed that."
Spinning around Jesse took me in his arms and kissed me hard. "Another first, baby. Nobody's ever done that to me." Pleased by his reaction I knew this next part was going to be rough on both of us.
"I'm going to clean your front now but don't worry, I won't touch you directly. If it's still too much, I'll stop." He nodded slowly as I applied more gel to the loofah and gently dabbed his shoulders and clavicles. "Is this okay?" I asked softly. He smiled nervously as I slowly moved lower. Pressing the sponge along his chest Jesse closed his eyes and took shallow breaths. As he exhaled deeply I could see his inner struggle that tugged at my heart. "How's this?" I whispered my question and observed him carefully to make sure I wasn't pushing him too far and too fast. Saying nothing he nodded slowly with his eyes still shut. Gently patting his pecs I could clearly see the raised scarring under his dark chest hair and became emotionally compromised as I imagined what he went through as a young and innocent boy being used as a human ashtray. Grabbing my wrists Jesse's eyes shot open and saw that I was openly sobbing. My reaction disarmed him as he didn't know what to do.
"Please don't cry for me." He spoke softly. "You didn't cause this."
"I can't help it." I choked out. "When you hurt...I hurt." With my tears mixing with the shower stream Jesse released my hands and took the sponge away from me. Resigned to the fact that he had, had enough I backed away from him and nodded. "Okay...no more."
"No baby...I want you to continue." Wiping his own tears with the back of his hand Jesse smiled nervously and encouraged me to go on. "I want you to touch me without this."
Understanding the significance of what he was suggesting I kissed his lips and tentatively touched his shoulders as Jesse's arms enveloped me. Our eyes locked as the pads of my fingers moved downward and made contact with his pecs where I felt the textured blemishes that defined his childhood and maimed him for life. Unable to hold back my sobs I pressed my lips to the marks and shut my eyes, willing his pain away while Jesse loosened his grip and let me explore him.
"Are you okay?" I asked, pulling back to look up at him. When he nodded I felt the other raised marks with my fingers then replaced them with a healing kiss. This seemed to help as Jesse cupped my chin and brought my lips up to his.
"You're amazing." He spoke against my lips. "Don't stop."
Locking eyes with him I placed my hands firmly on his chest and pressed my lips to his. "Like this?"
"Yes." He responded into a kiss. "Exactly like this." His confirmation was all I needed as my lips left his and found their way to his pecs where my tongue and lips glided over his scars then moved on to his nipples. Savoring the taste and feel of Jesse, he groaned as I sucked and bit gently on his tips. Having wanted to do this since our first night together I was finally getting my wish; Jesse was letting me love him. "More." He insisted, wanting me to continue as I squirted shower gel into my palms and lathered his front with my bare hands. He became desensitized to my touch and no longer felt uncomfortable as we fought his childhood demons head on and were victorious together.
For the next hour or so I took my time and washed the rest of him, paying extra attention to certain parts of his anatomy until our skin started to prune up. It had to be close to seven in the morning when we finally decided it was time to get going. Clothed in only white towels we brushed our teeth side by side and returned to the master retreat which suddenly felt very cold and creepy. Catching my eye I noticed the tied back drapes had gotten loose and were now swaying freely. Walking over to the glass Jesse tethered the curtains, took a look outside the balcony door before closing it, then turned around to face me with no expression.
"Did you open this?"
"No...didn't you?" I asked as the sudden feeling of dread came over me.
Within an instant Jesse's face went pale as he rushed to get his jeans on. "Get dressed!"
"What's going on?"
"God damn it Beca! For once in your life can you please do as your told! Please put some fucking clothes on!" He snapped sprinting out of the room. I'd never seen Jesse panic before so this little outburst of his would be forgiven however, I wondered what it was that made him lose his cool. Not a minute later Jesse returned with a handgun is his grip and cell phone in the other; he was placing a call to the police department. "This is Jesse Swanson calling from the penthouse suite at Watermarke Tower. We've had a break-in. Get CSI and a squad car over here immediately."
Thinking back to early this morning I thought I'd felt a presence in the room, but discarded it as paranoia due to my lack of sleep. I guess it wasn't a hallucination after all. Putting on one of Jesse's t-shirts and pair of sweats I had to tell him.
"Jesse, last night when I woke up alone, I thought I saw something."
"What? Why didn't you say anything?"
"I didn't trust my judgement. It was a shadow which I couldn't make out, but it could have been somebody. I'm sorry, I thought I was just seeing things, you know...from lack of sleep."
Taking deep breaths I walked around the room and saw the model glider Jesse had built was broken into pieces and the contents of my clutch bag had been scattered everywhere with my wallet opened up. Looking back at Jesse his expression went dark as something disturbing caught his attention. When I turned around to see what he was looking at my heart nearly stopped as there was a message written on the mirror with my lipstick.
WHAT DO YOU HAVE THAT I DON'T?
I couldn't believe what was happening as I let all the air out of my lungs. "What the hell is going on?"
"Don't touch anything." Jesse said in an even voice as he walked over and held me in his arms. "I'm sorry for raising my voice just now. If anything had happened to you..." His voice cracked as he couldn't finish his sentence. "The police will be here soon to dust for prints and you'll need to make a statement." Without saying anything more Jesse pulled away and placed a call to Benji to come right over.
"You know who it is, don't you?" I asked, trying my best to hide my fear.
Closing his eyes momentarily he slowly nodded. "Number fifteen." He finally admitted.
"The sub before me?"
"The last sub." His correction came with an apologetic smile which was his way of telling me he never considered me just a sub. "Dr. Moss has been treating her for borderline schizophrenia."
"Who's Dr. Moss?"
"My shrink. He's been counseling her at Laurel Ridge, a psychiatric facility in Texas."
Acknowledging him with a nod I felt as though there was more. "Your reaction just now. What else has happened? What are you not telling me?"
Exhaling deeply Jesse ran his fingers through his hair. "She saw the picture of us taken at your graduation and freaked out. Since then she's missed several appointments, stopped taking her medication and then attempted suicide. Recently she was arrested for arson and possession of a deadly weapon with intent to cause bodily harm." He glanced down to the handgun, then faced me.
"Where did you get that?" I asked with trepidation while staring at the loaded weapon in his hand.
"It was hers." He admitted. "I kept it for protection, you know...just in case."
Thinking back to our time in Arizona, Jesse had an emergency and had to leave suddenly. "This was the reason you had to leave Sedona, wasn't it?"
"Yes." He merely stated. "She attempted to set fire to J.S. Enterprises here in L.A. and eluded authorities afterwards. After a long search she was finally found and put into police custody where she's been until a few days ago when somebody bailed her out. The private investigator I hired to follow her, found out she has a gun permit and purchased another weapon."
"What do you think she wants?"
"Me." He answered honestly. "She was in love with me which was the reason I terminated her contract early. She was a mindless drone that I used for sex…nothing more." It was difficult to hear Jesse talk about an ex-sub that way but he was telling me what he thought I needed to hear.
"Okay...can we be reasonable here? If she was in fact armed, she could have easily shot us in our sleep or when we were, you know...busy." I paused to exhale and crossed my arms protectively over my chest as all of a sudden I felt violated knowing we may have been watched. "I don't know what to think or how to feel about any of this. Perhaps she just wants to talk."
"I wish that were the case but we can't take any chances." Jesse stated with concern. "She's a very sick woman, and...she's armed. On top of that she's been through your things and knows where you live and work." Taking a deep breath he locked eyes with me. "Beca, I believe she's coming for you to get back at me."
Holy shit!
A/N: Sorry...not sorry for the cliffhanger. Guess you'll have to tune in next time to find out what happens.
Your comments whether to write hot raunchy OMG graphic sex versus passionate gentle non-descriptive lovemaking for this chapter were hilarious. I hope I didn't disappoint.
Guest #1: Hot raunchy omg sex. Obviously.
Jessica_yip792 aka annak47fans: I think it should be passionate gentle descriptive lovemaking.
KissKendrick: How about a little bit of both?
Gossipssweetlips: Awwww finally jesse said he loves beca.
Guest #2: Ohmygod do both! Maybe passionate lovemaking first and then hot raunchy after.
VirtualCorsair: A little of both - passionate sex then escalating into whole shit sex!
50 Shades of Pitch Perfect: Definitely should be a passionate evening of lovemaking. Beca deserves to feel pure love given to her. Of course, you can gradually get into kinky stuff again.
SunDanceQT: OMG always.
AnAuthorIsAnArtist: Why don't you have gentle lovemaking, but the morning after have raunchy steamy scenes?
Jutord: Yassss! Show us!
In the next couple of chapters we'll meet Submissive #15 as she confronts Beca. Any ideas what her name could or should be? Feel free to comment or send me a PM. Thanks again for reading along and to those who take the time to review.