Karen
I walked back to my room while giggling by myself.
Olivia was just too cute to not be teased. She was really lucking having Blake as her father. I had a thing of what Blake always did to Olivia, his daughter. I adored them so much and would love to see them together. I could even imagine how their children would be. Fuck, they would be the cutest being in this world. But Blake’s final words to me managed to stun me.
He’s pretty mad.
Whatever. I was a big girl and I could do whatever I wanted.
“Oh, Karen? Are you alright now?” Emma asked while I was taking the stairs heading to my room.
“Yes, Emma. I’m fine. I’m…sorry about last night. I’m done being lectured by your husband.”
She chuckled. “Well, you should take it easy today.”
“I will.” And I went to my room at the same time, my phone rang. I grabbed it from the top of the nightstand where I immediately lose my smile. Thinking the perfect reason to tell him. I better picked it up because I couldn’t give another reason anymore. And he would bother me for the rest of the day if I ignored him.
I picked it up without saying anything to him. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Why were you at the club, Karen?”
“I just wanted to go.”
“Were you hoping that I will come for you and found you drunk and take you to the hotel?” he asked sarcastically. And how the hell his mind was on the same page as mine? “I know you’re thinking the same thing as me,” he smirked. “Did you do something without my watch?”
“I did not, and I don’t need you to watch over me,” I countered.
“Do I need to remind you what have you done, little girl?” His tone sounded so dangerous. I hated it when he had to bring that topic again.
“I was drunk.”
“You left me.”
“I left you a note, Mister.”
“That’s not good enough for me.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Well, staying until I woke up would be nice. Because if you didn’t run, we would not be in this fucking mess.”
“I’m sorry, okay?”
“It’s too late now, Karen. You’ve hurt my pride and I will not let that. You need to be punished.” Right, this was what he always did if I dared to outstand him. Just because he couldn’t control me and he always threatened me with a punishment? What an ass!
“Have you never had a one-night stand? I’m sure you have so why the hell you have to be bothered with this?” I asked.
“This is different.”
“What is?”
“You are still young to understand the adults.” I scoffed. I refused to argue with him. Not when I just got a bad hangover. “Stand-by tonight.” Oh, fuck no.
“You’re a crazy ass! Olivia is here, asshole!”
“Watch your fucking mouth, girl! Fine, we do it after she goes with Blake. And Karen? You have no room for any objections.”
This was my mistake. My biggest humiliation. I thought everything would be fine once I ran away from the goddamn hotel. Leaving notes was not enough for him.
“Your answer,” he demanded. Not asking, demanding.
“Fine.”
“Good girl.” See? My stupid heart just beat hard because of him. I hated myself for that. Stupid heart! “I’ll see you on Friday then.” And he ended the call. I looked at my phone first before throwing it hard on the mattress.
“Fuck!”
***
On Friday, after I parted ways with Olivia and Blake, I went back to my parents’ beach house. Brad drove me there and it didn’t take long until we arrived.
“Thank you, Brad. For…everything. Sorry if I caused you some trouble.”
“No problem. Just learn your mistake, cousin. I’ll see you again soon.” He kissed my forehead and I walked out of his car.
“Come on, Bailey.” I opened the back door and let Bailey out. I entered the house after waving my hand to Brad as he reversed his car and drove away. I found my parents were in the living room while cuddling.
“Welcome back, sweetie,” my mom raised from the couch and walked to me. She hugged me as my dad followed behind.
“How’s the holiday there, pumpkin?” dad asked.
“It was fun. Olivia just took off with Blake.”
“Oh, nice. It’s great that Blake is starting to pay more attention to Olivia,” dad said.
“Oh, are you hungry?” mom asked but before I could reply to her, my phone rang. My mood was immediately ruined. I was like having this weird connection with that guy and I knew instantly the message was from him. I pulled it out from my purse and saw his name popping there.
Get ready.
That was his message. Plain and simple.
I turned back to my mom and said that I didn’t need dinner. My appetite was ruined already. I went to my usual bedroom, forbidding Bailey to sleep in my room because even though he was just a dog, I didn’t want him with me. Not tonight.
After I entered my room, I locked the door and turned on the lights. I turned on the air conditioner. I replied to his message fast.
I’m alone now.
And a few seconds later, my phone rang. The guy was fucking fast and he was calling me. I picked it up but as usual, I didn’t say anything. “You’re ready?” he asked mockingly.
“Whether I’m ready or not, you will make me, wouldn’t you?” he chuckled.
“Lay yourself on the bed, sweetheart. And take off your pants and knickers,” he ordered. I put down the phone and I grabbed my earbuds and connected it to my iPhone. I knew what was going to come and then I pulled off my hot pants and my knickers and laid on the bed. “Touch yourself, Karen. And do it slowly and tell me when you have begun to get wet.” I didn’t respond at all but I did as I was told.
I lowered my hand down and touched my clit. My sex was still dry but with some touches and his voice all over my ears, I would be wet anytime soon. “Did you play with yourself while I wasn’t around?”
“Fuck no. I couldn’t get horny.” And he chuckled. Damn him!
“Your body only wanted me, Karen. Not even yourself able to satisfy yourself. Since the day I fucked you in the hotel.”
“Can you please stop telling me that?”
“Well, that’s your biggest weakness and I’m currently using it against you.”
“Fuck you.”
“Now, you should concentrate on what are you doing right now.” I could feel my pussy was beginning to wet as I hummed. It was not really good. So different when this man touched me. “I know you are wet now. Fuck, I want to see it. I’m going to change into video mode. I want you to put the phone between your legs but I want you still laying down.”
My mind has been hypnotized by him. Always doing everything according to his order. I grabbed the phone and I saw the call has changed into video mode but I could only see myself. The bastard refused to show himself.
I grabbed my pillow and put it between my legs and I put the phone in the middle. I laid back, waiting for his response. “Play with your pussy again, sweetheart.” I moved my finger again. This was fucking torture! “Spread her wider, Karen. I want to see your opening.” I pushed it apart as I could feel the coldness on the hole. “Fuck. You have the most beautiful pussy. Now, I want you to push your finger inside and imagined it as my cock slowly entering your pussy.”
My mind was completely under his control. I followed his order like I was just a fucking puppet while he was the master. I pushed one finger and moved it back and forward. Like he said, imagining his cock entering me. The difference was…his cock was bigger than my small yet long fingers which were pretty obvious. I started to push another finger as my body jerked a bit.
“Don’t come now, Karen. Not until I said so. Push another finger again.” And I pushed the third one. I began to moan slowly.
I remembered the day he fucked me in the hotel. He was being gentle. He knew I was still a virgin and he took his sweet time ravishing me. But now I was not a virgin anymore. He had touched me. He had no reason anymore to hold back. And this…was my punishment. Punishment for leaving him and in the end, he found me. So easily. Since that day, he began to torture me. Not because he was pissed off, but he wanted something from me. He wished to skin off all my morality and my guard off.
“Are you playing back those memories in your mind?” Damn him. I fucking hated it when he could read me like an open book. He was not here, he couldn’t see my face, yet he knew what I was thinking.
“Yes.”
“Was it a bad night for you?”
“No, it was the best night for me.”
“You made a great mistake by leaving me.”
“I’m sorry. I was scared. I told you that many times. Just, please… Please, let me come.” I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed the release.
“Come, Karen.” That was it. Only one word from him and I came heavily. I covered my mouth so my parent downstairs would not hear me. “You are such a good girl, Karen.” I felt weak. I was sweating lightly. The air conditioner was on yet I felt hot. “Karen? Can you just let it go?” he asked gently. Oh, now he turns back into the gentle mode, huh?
“I don’t know. Maybe after you stop this game.”
“I will if you just give up.” But I didn’t respond. I couldn’t trust him. Not now. “Take the phone.” I sighed and sat on the mattress. Grabbing the phone between my legs where I was surprised when the man showing himself. Looking at me with eyes full of hope. “I never felt this way to a woman before. I screwed lots of women before you but I never feel this in my life before. I’m just the same as you. I thought it was just going to be another one-night stand for me. Either I left first or you, and it turned you walked away and it fucking pained me! The only thing I can do is by trapping you with me and doing all this shit. I feel something, Karen and I’m sure you feel it too.”
I couldn’t counter any of his words. I wanted to cry. I wanted to say that I was the same as him but I was scared. I was still a kid while he was an adult. Adults loved to play around with the youngsters. Maybe the day that I was scared to hell to happened would come.
The day where he would throw me away like I was just a fucking garbage to him.
“Look at me, baby.” I did and he was staring straight at me. “Please, don’t cry. Whatever you’re thinking right now, it will not happen. Trust me, okay? Because when the time comes, we will not have anything to hide for. We can be free.”
I smiled weakly. “You still need to wait another two years.”
“I can handle that.”
“Oh, really? You will not look for someone else?”
“No,” he replied like…immediately. “You have stolen my heart and you better fucking take care of it or I will force you to. Maybe by chaining you on my bed bare naked.”
“You are crazy.”
“Even my Boss says the exact same thing.” I chuckled. Of course, he would feel the same. This crazy bastard.
“I should go to sleep now. Thank you…for tonight.”
“Thank you for tonight as well, Karen. Good night.”
“Good night.” And I ended the call. Before I could put the phone down, the damn thing rang again. Jesus Christ, will he just stop?
I saw a message and I opened it where my eyes widened a bit.
I wish you are here because my cock is as hard as fuck. I have to take care of myself by my own hands but if you are here with me, I will ask you to get on your knees and suck my cock. Just remember that we will be doing that when the time comes. Goodnight, baby. Please, dream of me.
Well, his last message has managed to lighten my night. A bit. Dreamed of him? I hoped I would dream of him. Because even though I couldn’t voice it out now, my feeling remained the same.
I had fallen with John Marshall.