Текст книги "Suit"

Автор книги: Jettie Woodruff

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Chapter Four

I hopped to the wall of curtains, stopping once to adjust the crutch, digging into my left armpit. With a heavy sigh, I gazed out the window, out to the sun about to kiss the ocean. My view consisted of a swimming pool right outside my room, and a fenced-in yard with a wooden playset consisting of two swings and a swirly slide. The house truly was the best one in the entire cul-de-sac. I was sure we owned at least four, maybe five lots. Well Paxton owned it. I didn’t know what I owned. Evidently, it wasn’t Rowan.

My shoulder hurt when I raised my arm, but it didn’t keep me from rubbing my temples with both hands. My head hurt worse than my shoulder. Mostly from not knowing why my husband was my husband, why I showed up in Rowan’s life at about six months old, or why Paxton thought anyone would lie about something like this. Who fakes head injuries? It was so frustrating. Viewing the photos of my life with the girls had done nothing but confuse me more. I knew the photos were of me¸ yet it didn’t feel like me. I didn’t remember it. None of it.

I heard Paxton open the door, close it, and walk toward me, but I didn’t move. My palms became sweaty and my heart thumped in my ears, but I didn’t show fear. Although I probably should have.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he questioned in a loving voice while his arms went around me and his lips kissed my neck. I shuddered from his touch and tried to step away. He squeezed me tighter and added another kiss.

“I don’t think I can have sex with you yet,” I bluntly admitted.

Paxton pressed his flat palm against my lower abdomen and thrust his hips into my backside. “Because you don’t want to, or because you’re hurt?”

“Both.”

“Lucky for you, I don’t want to fuck you,” he confessed with a wondering touch, up and down my hips, my ass, and my breasts. And all while his lips sucked and licked on my neck.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Rowan? I thought she was mine and not yours,” I replied, totally skipping over his comment, and probably one of his lines. I wasn’t about to respond to that one. I kept a stiff posture, trying to ignore his meddling fingers, eyes watching the sun. Even with him pressing his hips into mine, the ocean was breathtaking. Unprecedented. Like it was the first time I had ever seen it.

He halted his movements and laughed in my ear. “Ha! You honestly think I’m the type of man who would love another man’s kid?”

I knew calling him a pig wasn’t in my best interest. It was obvious, I wasn’t allowed to talk back, let alone call him a disgusting rat.

“Tell me how we met,” I replied instead.

The assault continued on my body along with his kisses, and hot words. “No. Shhh, don’t say another word. You’ll remember or I’ll teach you all over again.”

My reply was silenced by the tips of his fingers. There wasn’t a word I could say that this man would understand, that he would respond to in a human manner. He wasn’t human. He was a devil spawn.

“That’s my girl. Now go to the bathroom so we can get you out of these clothes.”

I felt it that time. A growing erection. Great…Paxton ground his hips into my ass and let me go. He turned and walked away from me, leaving me staring after him. I watched him walk into the bathroom, and pondered what to do. I followed when he stopped at the door and waved me in with an open hand and nod toward the room. I took an unnoticed breath of courage and hobbled into hell.

I made it to the first counter before I had to stop. Pain shooting down my hip kept me grounded for a minute. The black-and-gray swirled countertop was covered in fingernail polish. Every color. I glanced at my unpainted nails, and then at my toes. No polish. The bathroom sink worked well for support while I waited for Paxton gathered his necessary tools.

He whistled a familiar tune with a smile while retrieving an electric razor and then a straight one. Not a normal kind of razor with three blades. This one had a long blade.

“All set,” he said, voice matching the boasting written all over his face. He closed the distance between us in three steps. First, he dropped to his knees and unfastened the four Velcro strips on my leg brace. I had to admit, it felt amazing. It felt wonderful to have it off. My captivated leg welcomed the air with joy. I think I might have even sighed in relief. The yellow bruising had almost faded, and one fresh scar snaked from the inside of my knee, around my leg, and to the other side. I could still see tiny holes where the stitches had been.

Paxton’s were warm and used just the right amount of pressure on my leg, which proved to be an unexpected pleasure that didn’t last long.

“Did I always shave down there?” I questioned, unable to get the sharp blade out of my mind, or my eyesight. I swear the blade twinkled like a crystal prism.

“Shhh...Toy. Don’t talk. Don’t open your mouth.”

Toy? I know my eyes grew wide. I’m not sure if it was the word, or the notion behind it that shocked me more. I tried to swallow, yet there was nothing to swallow. My mouth grew dry, my legs trembled from the inside out, and the beat of my heart played out in my head. Paxton slid his hands up my calves, taking the hem of my dress with him. His fingers glided up the backs of my legs, coming to a stop on my ass. Our eyes locked and I held his gaze, searching for answers. He scared me, there was no doubt about that, but I wasn’t about to show it. I held his stare, never looking away.

“Look down,” he quietly ordered, hot sultry words, chilling me to the bone.

I looked down like a cowered without a word. Paxton didn’t speak either. He carefully undressed me, sliding my dress over my head and tossing it to the floor. Next came my panties. He took both my hands and tugged, beckoning me to stand. Just like a puppet on a string, I did. My body spun toward the sink with his help and I held on for support.

The reflection staring back at me wore a lost expression. Nothing about this had an erotic ambiance about it. It sickened me. Paxton Pierce was a sick man. I could barely stand, and yet he wanted to play, like I was his toy. What the hell was that? I stayed still, the air hitching in my lungs, while Paxton took his time on removing the string from my ass. The heat from his heavy exhaling fanned warm across my skin.

Another gasp wedged in my throat when I had to lift my leg to step out of my skimpy panties. My fingers tapped anxiously on the counter for a few seconds while I waited for the pain to subside.

My body gradually relaxed and my eyes closed when Paxton ran his fingers between my legs. Stupid dopamine instantly exploded in my brain. The pain vanished, replaced by a pulsating between my legs.

Well, great.

My eyes opened to my own reflection when a finger slid deep inside me. Oh, man. This was bad. I wasn’t supposed to react this way. What the hell? My lips parted and a faint pant escaped when his fingers easily glided through my slit.

Paxton hissed while his fingers did magic on my throbbing nub. “That’s my good little slut,” he whispered while kissing my right butt cheek. I watched my shocked expression morph into an erotic glow while my body reacted through the mirror.

“Paxton, I have to sit down,” I said while feigning strong pain. The endorphins shooting through my body kept me from really feeling any excessive pain, but it was all I had, the only excuse that popped into my mind at the time. Not that it mattered. My attempt to control the situation had backfired, and I found myself in an even worse predicament.

Soft kisses were placed up my body, stopping on my shoulder. One finger ran up my spine, starting at the crack of my ass while our eyes locked through the mirror. Once again, my breath caught in my chest. Dark piercing eyes. Eyes that hated me. Why? What the hell did I do to this man? He turned me to face him, gliding his tongue around my lips and into my mouth.

Jesus. What the hell was wrong with me? I kissed him, not the other way around. It was all me. My lips leaned into his and our tongues tangled together. Everything changed around me. The air, the feel of his touch on my back, and his lips. I literally felt the tension escape his body. My fingers lightly touched the hard stomach behind his T-shirt and I moaned in his mouth.

That stopped him cold. Our lips were separated by him and his eyes were wide, startled maybe. “Go to the shower,” he ordered in an unsure tone. That left me a little baffled. Paxton seemed to be taken off guard more by my advance than I was.

He handed me my crutches, and I jumped a little when the cold metal touched my skin. His nod toward the shower was his way of directing me without words. Careful with my unprotected leg, I limped toward the vast shower, my ass bared for his hungry perusal. Once I reached the bench, I hesitated, unsure of what to do.

“You don’t remember this? Surely you remember your shower,” Paxton inquired with a nonchalant tone.  He took my crutches again and set them outside the glass wall. I didn’t answer. I chewed the inside of my gum and waited.

He removed his shirt and tossed it to the floor, now in nothing but basketball shorts. I stared at him as if it were the first time I had ever seen him shirtless. Paxton wasn’t a big guy by any means, but damn. He was tall, fit, and trim. His muscles bulged, but not in an unnatural way. Everything was proportioned to perfection.

Paxton stepped inside, wrapping me in his arms. My breasts were pressed against his and my nipples reacted. His arms pulled me close, forcing my hands to touch his chest and my heart to flutter. My fingers lifted like I’d just been burned, stiffening to keep from touching his pecks.

He tilted his head and pinched my chin. “Smile. You’ll like this punishment.”

I did talk that time. “Punishment?”

“Shhh, don’t talk.”

His hand pressed against my ass and I grimaced when pain shot through my hip and leg. He did ease off as soon as he noticed, but he kept a straight face, covering my lips with his thumb. It was my cue not to speak.

My arms fell to my sides when he abruptly stepped back. The sudden loss of balance caused me to put pressure on my foot, which went right to my knee. He held onto one hand and ordered me to sit with a nod. I gasped when my ass hit the cold marble, the jolt causing excruciating pain. I glanced up and searched his eyes for a clue to his mood. But he wasn’t angry, as I’d expected. Instead, he laid me down on the bench with gentle care, one arm around my back and a palm on my ribs.

It took a moment for me to relax into the cold marble, waiting for my sore muscles and bones to adjust, but I did. It was actually sort of comfortable.

I closed my eyes when he nudged open my legs.

“Keep your eyes open,” he quietly ordered.

I watched him walk away, retrieving the tools needed to remove the hair between my legs.

Again, no words were spoken. I lay perfectly still while Paxton used the humming shaver on me. Besides the embarrassment fact—my punishment—it wasn’t too bad. Not yet anyway. My eyes fluttered shut when his fingers opened me more for better access with the trimmers. Of course he ordered me to open them again. Other than that, we never spoke.

Once he finished with the trimmers, he turned on the water and removed one of the showerheads. Our eyes locked and I swallowed when the water hit my chest. Thank God it was warm. Paxton moved the sprayer down my body and between my legs, rinsing away my covering. Paxton watched my eyes, or maybe my expression. The water rained over me, straight down the center of my body, right between my legs.

My nerves kicked up a bit when he stepped out, returning with the straight edge. Jesus. He was really going to go there. If it was a plot to scare me, it worked. His hand massaged shaving cream around the leftover stubbles, and then he dropped to his knees. I didn’t move, not even to breathe.

Paxton took great care in shaving me clean. Slow, slippery strokes moved in every crevice. The time seemed to drag, and my body started to reject the hard position. I felt like Paxton sensed the discomfort and sped up on behalf of me. Then again, that could have been me looking for something good in him. Once again, he retrieved the handheld showerhead and adjusted the temperature

Warm water rained over my body while shaving cream ran in a swirl down the drain. No words were spoken between us. Not even when he replaced the water with a thin line of purple shower gel down my body, around my nipples and to the openness of my slit. Lavender.

My body relaxed with his touch. Both hands massaged soap into foam with soft strokes, and I forgot about being uncomfortable. Not one inch went untouched. He explored every part of my body. Each finger to the tip, every tickling toe, and every intimate place. I stopped breathing again that time, too.

Paxton’s fingers slid easily over the pucker in my ass and my body tensed. One finger penetrated me, and slid back out. The attention he paid to my throbbing nub insured I moaned, more than once, every time feeling the penetration in my ass and my overzealous nub.

Once again, endorphins canceled all rational thoughts in my mind. My good leg might have even parted a little more. That was when he stopped. Right when I would have let him do anything he wanted. The point of no return. I didn’t have to worry about it. Paxton didn’t let me get there to even worry about a return. He ran his hand down my slippery folds and back to the pucker in my ass with pressure.

Instant pain shot down my hip when I arched my back, but it was easy to ignore. My lips parted and I fought the moan when Paxton opened me with his fingers and slapped my pulsating clit. Maybe I liked to be punished. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing after all. I fought hard to keep my composure, curling my fingers into tight fists. Paxton stopped as soon as I whimpered, feeling the onset of release. An impending orgasm, I wouldn’t have.

Jerk.

Paxton smirked and moved to my head. I could see his hardness protruding through his thin basketball shorts, now wet and spotted with water. At first, I thought he was going to make me give him a blowjob, but he didn’t. He rinsed my hair, and then carefully blended suds into my scalp, softly moving over my scars. One welt over the left side of my head, and one near the back.

By this point, I was beyond confused and frustrated. That’s it. This was my punishment? Okay…

Paxton helped me sit up. He dried my entire body while I sat on the bench. He kissed me, longingly, passionately, and with desire, and he was gentle with me, like he wanted me, like he loved me, but he didn’t. He backed off and handed me my crutches, and walked out. I shook my head in bewilderment and followed him, naked to my bed. He turned down the bedcovers, and ordered me to get in with a twitch, eyes moving from me to the bed

I had no problem with that whatsoever. I was more than ready to lay down. He assisted me to sit on the edge of the bed and slid a nightshirt over my head. No words were spoken, no panties donned. My glance shifted to the bulge in his shorts and back to his patronizing stare. Paxton helped me lay down and walked back to the bathroom, leaving me exposed. I didn’t see the need in hiding anything with the covers, not after the very intimate bath.

“No, I don’t want to sleep with it on. It feels good to have it off,” I complained, not wanting the bulky brace. He ignored me and carefully placed it under my leg, fastened the straps, and stared at my newly shaven sex. He leaned in and kissed my forehead while his fingers slid up the smoothness of sex.

“I’ll be back in twenty minutes with your pills,” he whispered, and left me to rest.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I questioned to the empty room as the door closed behind him. This wasn’t real life. This whole thing was so messed up. I lay perfectly still. Not one muscle moved while I waited with a wandering mind. I felt like I had just left for vacation, flying high above the clouds. I knew there was something major, something very important that I forgot, but I couldn’t remember what. That’s what it felt like. Like I was constantly trying to remember what I had forgotten.

Maybe I wasn’t remembering because I didn’t want to. Maybe my subconscious mind protected my brain from further injury. From Paxton Pierce. It would have been nice to at least remember the girls. Lucky for me, their young age made it easy to fool them. I was sure from the little bit of time that I had spent with them, that they didn’t understand this. Not fully. Hell, I didn’t even understand it. I knew it wasn’t my fault, but I was mad at myself for not only forgetting what it was that bound us, but also forgetting that we had a bond to begin with. I’d never thought about them in the hospital. I hadn’t missed them. Not once. When someone did mention my kids, I thought about them in more of a freaking-out manner. Like I couldn’t have kids, and worried that I wouldn’t like them because of their dad. Maybe my cat scan in a couple of days would give us more information. An improvement.

That part frustrated me, too. Nobody seemed to know how the brain worked. Not even the doctor. Everybody’s different. It takes time. The brain is a very complex organ. Blah, blah, blah. I didn’t care about any of that. If only I could remember for one day. Just one day. That’s all I needed.

All thoughts instantly stopped when I watched the door slowly open, and then Paxton’s dark silhouette appeared. Even in the pitch-black room, I could see the sex appeal that dripped from him. Too bad he was dick. It wasn’t until he placed the pills on my tongue that I noticed he was naked. Entirely naked.

My heart beat faster in my chest when he placed his fingers over my eyelids and held them there. “Shhh,” he hissed. For a quick second, I thought it was a finger over my lips, reminding me not to talk, but it didn’t take long at all to realize that it wasn’t. The soft head, gliding across my lips wasn’t a finger. I tried to open my eyes, but his fingers kept me from it.

No way, dude. I turned my head to the side, but his hips came with me. The pain that shot through my shoulder when I jerked my head was enough to keep me from doing it again. Paxton hovered over me, sliding his limp dick across my lips. My lungs filled with air when he placed his hand on my cheek and turned me toward him. All I could do was oblige. Again, he didn’t talk. I wanted him to talk. Even if it was dirty talk. Why the hell was he mute every time he assaulted me?

I held my lips in a thin line, tightly keeping them together.  I wasn’t about to go down without a little bit of a fight. He seemed to be enjoying the connection, moving back and forth. The softness of his head tightened with every stroke while the tip of his head pressed into my lips.

“Gabriella. Come on now. Are we really going to play this game? You know what to do. Stick your tongue out.”

Although I couldn’t really move my head with his hands firmly over my eyelids, I did grit my teeth. Stick my tongue out. Pffft. Go fuck yourself.

A thumb and a finger dug deep into the back of my jaw, breaking the grip from my lips and my teeth. The moan from the pain became stifled by my will to hold onto as much dignity as I could.

“Stick your tongue out, slut,” he ordered with a husky, gravely tone.

The pain in my jaw ebbed once the tip of my tongue was at his mercy. Paxton hissed at precisely the same moment I tasted the salty substance. His hand worked his shaft, gliding it up and down my tongue while his fingers held my eyes closed. I tasted every slippery, drop.

I knew there was no fighting it when he tilted my head a little more toward him and moved the head of his cock in. Just the head. In and out. In and out. The movement did allow me enough of a view through a slot in one eye to somewhat see him. He knelt on the bed beside my head with his hand holding the base of his shaft. Paxton had a nice one. Not too big to enjoy, yet big enough to satisfy.

Oh good lord. I was delirious. My mind and body betrayed me, sending everything into a whirlwind of confusion. I didn’t want this. I felt violated, yet I liked it. The constant thump between my legs was a dead giveaway.

Once again, other than muffled aahh’s and ohm’s heard through faint whispers, silence fell between us. There was nothing. Paxton was gentle. Very gentle. The light way he covered my eyes with his fingers, and the way he gently slid in out of my mouth was done with care. He did pick up his pace a little once he’d moved to the back of my throat. That’s when I realized he wasn’t really closing my eyes, he was holding my head still, trying not to hurt me.

Noble bastard.

The things that ran through my mind during the one-and-a-half-sided blowjob consisted of the chicken on the bone. Rowan’s beautiful mother. The tantrum Ophelia threw over nothing. My doctor’s appointment in two days. The neighbor that kept the girls while I was away. And milk of all things. That’s when I could tell something was about to happen. That’s when I wondered where the hell it was going to happen. Paxton’s hips jerked, moving to the back of my throat with moans and grunts, and I knew it was time.

The sudden grip he held on my jaw again was a silent warning not to close my mouth when he pulled out. It wasn’t a painful grip, just enough to warn me that it could be. Standing right above me, he jerked himself off and I watched, waiting for the inevitable.

I closed my lips around him when he moved to the back of my throat, tasting the first spurt. Paxton groaned and I felt and pulled out, squirting the remainder on my lips. I swallowed as quickly as I could while gathering saliva to replace it. He got in a couple of more strokes and removed himself from my mouth.

“You know milk is over four-dollars a gallon,” I blurted as he walked away.

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. I didn’t need to see the misperception on his face to read it. The tone was enough. “What?”

“Just thought I would throw that out there. You know, so you would know what was on my mind while you fucked my mouth.”

“Wow, Gabriella. I’m impressed. But, I bet you a spanking that you’re wrong.”

“What? Wrong about what?” I asked, sure my expression had changed to one of bewilderment.

He strode back to the bed, and I knew even in the dim light of the room that he wore a smirk. The covers were tossed from my body and an instant cool breeze brushed across my smooth sex. His fingers moved between my legs and I jolted my hips, trying to get him to touch me where I needed touched. His fingers were so close, rubbing up and down my soft lips, but not the ache.

“I mean all of this. If this is an act, you’re good, really good. I do have to say I like it. You never squirmed that much. I wonder if you’re wet. Are you, Gabriella?”

Quick rapid breaths moved in and out of my lungs while my heart beat in the same rhythm. One faint whimper escaped when Paxton slid a finger through my slipper sex, proving what I already knew.

My hips writhed into his fingers when he stopped, wanting more. As sick as that made me, I didn’t want him to stop. I needed more, and for a split second, I thought about telling him so. The startled expression on his face kept me from it.

“You’re so fucking wet you’re ready to explode. You’re a slut. This is what happens to sluts. You need to come. Don’t you, Gabriella? You still thinking about milk?” he asked with three fingers, continuing to please my pulsating nub. Short, hard, strokes. Up and down. My heart thudded in crazy-fast beats while adrenaline pumped quickly through my veins. Every nerve in my body went on high alert, and my world spun too fast.

I tried like hell not to swirl my hips into his fingers, but I’m not sure if I succeeded or not. I whimpered my reply when Paxton pinched my clit and twisted, back and forth. My body trembled beneath his hand and I braced for relief. Relief that never came. Paxton glided his fingers through my slit again. Slowly. Up and down and then up my body.

He pushed his index finger into my mouth and I let him, tasting my arousal on my tongue. “You’re not coming. I don’t know if you’ll ever come again. Not until I find out where you were and why you were so far from home.”

I tried to talk again, but he shushed me with a whispered shhh, and stalked away. My first thought was to spout off something smart again. Something about not needing him to take care of that for me, that I was perfectly capable myself. Only I wasn’t. Paxton didn’t walk out the door. He sauntered to the armoire in the corner and unlocked the first drawer.

I still didn’t speak. I don’t think I could. I think I was in shock. The top part of the contraption consisted of a soft cloth linked together like a chain. The middle part was leather, and the section that would slide up my ass was made from real chain. Metal.

Oh, hell no.

“You’re not putting that thing on me,” I professed with a tone meant to assure him I wasn’t about to surrender for that one. No way in hell.

“Shhh. You need to remember how this all works. I make the rules. I do the talking. Not you,” he said with more assurance than my voice had projected. “Stop talking.”

I laid there perfectly still while my husband covered me in some sort of modern-day chastity belt.

Paxton lifted my good leg a little and I moved my hip to help slide the device under my ass. It was either help, or deal with the pain of him doing it. I knew better which way I could move. He tugged, slowly pulling the cool metal between my ass cheeks.

He split me open with two fingers and kissed my ache. The sudden suction between his lips was almost enough. He sucked, moving his head up and down while I fell into a trance that there was no coming back from. I knew he wasn’t about to let me come. Maybe that’s what thrilled me. Whatever it was, finding that bliss suddenly became the only thing on earth I cared about.

Paxton stopped with one long suck over my clit and a pop. My body tensed instead of relaxing. I hungered like an animal, and I needed more. One more kiss to my overzealous nub, and that was it. It was be over. The thick, but soft leather went between my legs, and I heard a click and then a dial.

“You can move around just fine. It’s made for sleeping. If you need to pee, you’ll tell me through the intercom. It’s always on. Night, Love. Sleep well,” he added as his lips met mine.

Something was happening. Something I didn’t under-stand. My mind reeled at the thought of sleeping with a chastity belt. My va-ja-ja revved up, and my chest tingled in a weird way, like glitter mixed with fire-crackers.

Surprisingly, for as much as I had going on, I slept. I’m sure that had more to do with the pain medication than anything else. I knew that without them, my mind would have been on a roller coaster all night. I don’t even remember dozing off. I went out cold.