“Does it get me enough points for you to fuck me?”
“Not an hour, ago, you were a virgin trying to run from me. Now you’re begging for my cock. Tsk. Tsk. No one likes someone who’s wishy washy.”
He could sense impatience building inside me. Two more blows, one on each cheek, made my toes curl.
“But then again, you are a ten. And you’re taking this like a very good girl right now. I just have one question.”
“What’s that?”
“How is my cock going to feel in your pussy from behind? Do you think you can take it?”
Without another word, he slid his cock inside my pussy.
“Of course you can. You’re my beautiful, crazy, virgin slut. Aren’t you?”
“Oh God,” I moaned. I closed my eyes.
The feel of his hips slamming into my tanned ass was too much for me to bear. I came almost immediately.
Reaching a hand around to my clit, he fingered me as he fucked me from behind. The metal of the handcuffs occasionally clanked against the poles at the top of the bed. The cold, mechanical noise contrasted with the human noises of our bodies slamming together.
I did still hate Shane, in a way.
I hated that he knew exactly how to give me the greatest pleasure I’d ever received. Hated that this was my first time. I had a feeling the bar was being set unreasonably high.
Through the hate I could feel this invigorating, caring man, though. He’d saved me yesterday, for goodness sake!
He might be punishing me because he cared about me.
And then the madness started. He grabbed my hips harder than he had been doing, slammed into me faster and deeper, then pulled my hair, wrapped a hand around my neck.
“Your tight little pussy is about to make me come,” he growled.
I moaned uncontrollably.
Then I could feel him twitching inside me.
A few moments later he slid out of me, and we lay on the bed breathing.
It was a little awkward with my hands still cuffed, but we passed out as he cuddled me from the side.
22
Natalie
I wasn’t sure how long we’d been napping when we woke up. The sky outside was dark already. Shane uncuffed me from the head of the bed and I let out a purr. I nuzzled into him, relieved at the full mobility of my arms now.
Downstairs, Shane made us some hot chocolate, and if I hadn’t known the man sitting in front of me had plotted revenge against my family, I might have thought of the night as extremely romantic.
In contrast to last night, I didn’t touch him, sitting criss cross style on the side of the couch opposite him.
“I still feel like I don’t have everything straight about what you’ve told me.”
He took a deep breath and started.
“When we were little, my father used to make a hockey rink out of the back yard. Louisa and I just thought it was normal. We would play hockey against each other until the sun disappeared, and then we’d put lights up and keep playing. She was pretty good,”
“For a girl,” I inserted automatically.
“You said it, I didn’t. I loved playing with her. Anyways, she was always more of a tomboy growing up.”
“I was too,” I said. “At least when I lived in Black
Mountain.”
“I know. That’s why you two got along. When you left...she always wondered why you never got in touch.” My heart sank.
“I was an idiot. I thought--”
“It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m saying all this so that you know Louisa and I were close. Some siblings aren’t, but she was a good friend to me.”
He cleared his throat and took a sip of hot chocolate.
“When our father died, I was seventeen and Louisa was sixteen. We both took it hard. To cope, we started drinking—hard stuff. All the time. It was bad. Once we both stayed out all night at a party, then showed up drunk to school the next day. I was on the brink of getting kicked off the hockey team. We just didn’t care. Our mom was out of the house, working to make up for the fact that the breadwinner had just died and we were about to get kicked out of the house from the lack of insurance payment by Toft Corps. They’d called the accident ‘an act of God,’ so there wasn’t going to be any payout. It was fucking crazy. On top of that, you never got in touch with Louisa after you went to Florida. It all seemed like some giant conspiracy. We were lost.” “Fuck,” I muttered.
“So Louisa and I kept on like that, drinking and we even started messing around with some harder drugs. Coke, meth, anything we could get our hands on. We just wanted to numb out, and stop feeling the pain. Our mom was drinking too, to cope, and she barely cared or noticed. As far as we could see, there was no point to anything anymore. Life, anything. I thought about suicide...we felt hopeless.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said, leaning forward and giving him a hug. His body felt warm pressed against me.
“So one night, a night not too different from tonight, I’m out with the guys doing some sort of dumb shenanigans. I get a call from a friend at a different party saying my sister is drunk and wants to drive home but he thinks she shouldn’t. Louisa ends up driving home anyway, her car falls into a ditch, and with how big the storm was, we didn’t find her until days later.”
Shane’s eyes welled up.
“I haven’t done any drugs since then. I worry if I do, it’ll be the one time something bad happens to someone I love. I have the occasional drink but that’s all.” His eyes flashed over at me.
My chest ached for him, and I was crying, too.
“I’ve only known you a few days, and I know what we have isn’t love. But you’re a good person with a good heart, Natalie. And that’s why I followed you out of here. And that’s why you’re not going anywhere tonight.”
He blew out a strong exhale, and I felt my heart break into pieces for him.
“Honestly,” he said, “I’m not going to sleep tonight thinking to myself that I let you out of the house at all, to start. I shouldn’t have let you go.”
I rolled my eyes gently, trying to be playful and lighten the mood. “Oh yeah? Are you just going to keep me locked in here like some sort of damsel in distress?”
He bit his lower lip. “If that’s what it takes, yeah. That’s right.”
I breathed out a sigh. It wasn’t exactly relief.
“Come here,” I whispered.
I could see the pain written all over his face as he recalled these memories, and I wanted to do anything I could to help him.
“You were in a tight spot when your father died,” I said. “Personally, I can’t believe my father would have just screwed you all over like that. I want to think that there’s a reason…”
“Money turns people evil,” he gritted out. “That’s the reason.”
“There’s got to be something else,” I frowned.
Putting my hand on his cheek, I gently angled his chin toward me. “Shane,” I whispered. “I’m sorry for anything I’ve done. If there is a trust, I don’t know anything about it. I can see you’re still hurting.”
He nodded, not wanting to make eye contact with me. “That’s putting it lightly. Things will never, ever be the same.”