Beautiful Bastard (Chapter 8 BETWEEN THE LINES)
"Well isn't this cozy? What exactly were you two doing in there?" she asked suspiciously, her eyes moving between the two of us. I ran over in my head everything she could have heard and I felt the heat spreading over my skin.
I chanced a look over to Mr. Ryan as he did the same, and then turned back to Rosalie and shook my head. "Nothing, Mr. Ryan and I just had something to discuss. That's all." I tried to play it off, but my nervous laughter gave me away.
Rosalie shook her head but her eyes remained more on him than on me. "I heard noise in there but it certainly wasn't talking," she said in a firm tone and then shrugged. "And even if I didn't know you both so well, it's no secret that you two don't talk about anything; you yell. So, what? Are you two dating?"
"No, of course not!" Mr. Ryan and I exclaimed at the same time, our eyes meeting for a brief moment afterward and just as quickly looking away.
"So… you're just fucking then," she continued in sharp statement rather than a question, and it seemed that neither of us could find the words to reply. The tension in that hallway was so palpable, there was no way it went unnoticed by her. "For how long?"
"Rose…" he began, shaking his head and for once I actually felt bad about his discomfort. I had never seen him look intimidated before.
"How long, Bennett? Chloe?" she persisted but again, neither of us answered and she shook her head.
"You two need to fix this shit now."
"Rose, I… we just…" Just what? How could I explain any of this? We just had amazing sex? We were like magnets, drawn together and unable to resist the pull? We just….
"We just made a mistake, Rose. It was a mistake." His voice cut through my thoughts and I looked over to him in shock.
My eyes never left him as she began to speak. "Mistake or not, it needs to stop now. What if I had been Esme? And Bennett, you're her boss! Have you forgotten that?" She continued to look at him, a disappointed frown upon her face. "Look, you two are adults, and I don't know what's going on here; but what ever you do, do not let Daddy Carlisle find out."
I tensed slightly at the thought of Carlisle ever finding out about this, and the disappointment he would feel if this ever came to light. I couldn't bear that. I didn't want them to think of me this way. I knew we shouldn't be doing this, that it was probably a mistake. But we'd never uttered those words, and I hated to admit that hearing them hurt. This needed to stop. "That won't be a problem," I replied in a tight angry voice, shooting daggers at him with my eyes. "I intend to learn from my mistake. Excuse me."
I moved past them toward the stairs, the anger and hurt I felt at his words causing a searing ache in my chest. Why should I have expected anything different from him? For a moment I thought I saw a hint of compassion; a vulnerability I had never witnessed before. But as quickly as it came, it was gone, and every reason I had for despising him became clear again. I swear to God, if I didn't think it would tip anyone off, I'd suggest his family have him checked for some kind of personality disorder.
Before stepping outside, I composed myself and took my seat again beside Mike. "Everything alright?" he asked with a gentle smile.
I turned my head toward him and really took him in for a moment. He was very attractive; neatly combed blond hair, a kind face, and the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen in my life. He was everything I should be wanting. My gaze shot up a moment later to Mr. Ryan returning to the table with Rosalie, but I quickly looked away from him and smiled softly at Mike. "Yea, I just… I'm not feeling too well. I think I might actually need to call it a night."
As I stood to gently kiss Esme's cheek, Mike stood behind me. "Here I'll walk you to your car," he said in a concerned voice, and once I finished my good nights, I felt his hand on the small of my back as we walked back into the house. Once in the driveway beside my car, he gave me a shy smile and took my hand. "It was really nice meeting you, Chloe. And I would like to call you sometime and maybe have that lunch."
I returned a smile to him and released my hand from his. "Let me see your phone." I bit my lip as he pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to me. Part of me felt very wrong for doing this; having just been with one man upstairs not even twenty minutes ago, and now giving my phone number to another. But it was time to move past this sick twisted game between myself and Mr. Ryan; and a lunch date with a nice guy seemed like a good place to start. He smiled more broadly as I handed his phone back and then handed me a card with his number on it. I chuckled softly at the old-fashioned nature of such a gesture, and I slid it inside my wallet. His hand grasped mine again, and he lifted it up to his lips. "I'll call you Monday; hopefully your flowers aren't completely wilted."
I shrugged slightly and chuckled. "It's the thought that counts. Thank you," I said softly as he brushed a stray windblown hair from my cheek. Such a gentle and tender gesture that it should have made my heart melt. But instead it made me tense; worried he might try to kiss me next. "I should go."
Mike nodded, opening my car door for me and smiling. "Of course. Drive carefully, and goodnight, Chloe"
I paused to look at him and smiled. "Goodnight, Mike." He closed my door and I started the engine, my jaw tightening and I revved the engine once, before peeling out of the driveway and watched him disappear from my rear view mirror.
I thrust my head back against the headrest and my hands tightly gripped the steering wheel. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," I chanted to myself. How could I have allowed myself to do this again; to let him take such control of my mind and body? Why wasn't a nice guy like Mike enough to make me say no?
When I arrived home, I practically sprinted to my bathroom to quickly shower and change, removing all physical traces of tonight. I slid on a tank top and a pair of boy shorts and climbed into bed, willing myself to fall asleep, even if only for a few hours. Eventually my eyes did close, and I prayed for the respite from this nightmare only sleep could bring me.
I was alone, I was almost sure of that. He had placed me in the leather restraints and covered my eyes without a single word. Only his eyes had told me what he wanted… me. I wasn't sure if I should be scared or not, laying on my back with no chance of escape. A smart woman would be, but all I felt was alive.
My mind was battling with my body, telling me this was wrong. Telling me I didn't want this. But I did… more than anything.
Before leaving me, he had lightly run his fingertips from the scarf across my eyes, down my neck to my nipple; tracing feather like circles around the hardened bud. A moan escaped my lips as I reflexively arched my back into his touch, my hands pulling against the restraints.
With one last sweep of his hand, he brushed his long finger tips down my abdomen to the ache between my legs. I wanted him to press into me, to fill me and stop the ceaseless yearning he brought forth. But with one small circle around my clit, he withdrew his hand and was gone.
The minutes ticked by, the anticipation of what was to come growing greater with each passing second.
What would he do to me? God the things I wanted him to do. Every nerve in my body was alight with the anticipation.
Each wrist was bound above my head by a smooth leather cuff, and my legs were restrained at each ankle; leaving me open and exposed. I should feel embarrassed. I should feel ashamed. But I couldn't even find it in myself to care. I'd never felt so wanton, so ready to just be taken.
Hearing a sound to my right, I quickly turned my head, straining to make out the noise. Was someone there? A tremor ran through me at the thought of someone seeing me like this. There it was again. Was he in here? Was he watching me? My chest was heaving, my skin covered in goose bumps, and my muscles were so tensed that it felt as if my entire body was vibrating.
Needing to do something, I pulled uselessly again at the leather restraints. If you would have asked me about this a few months ago, I would have said that even imagining a situation like this would make me panic. But now, all I felt was relief. A strange, powerful sense of relief at being able to give up control of my own actions; to let someone else take charge of pleasuring me. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced. But it wasn't just anyone I wanted. It was him. I continued to struggle until a smooth voice sounded through the silent room.
"Mmmm. So beautiful." He spoke quietly from somewhere across the room. My breath caught and I turned my head searching for him.
"Seeing you like this; stripped and bare, open for me, completely vulnerable; it's the most beautiful thing in the world." His voice was closer to me now and I imagined he had to be standing near my feet, watching me. The thought alone was enough to send a visible shiver through my body.
I heard something that sounded like metal followed by a whooshing sound. His belt? Something cool and smooth ran up my calf, causing me to jerk my leg and gasp.
"Don't misunderstand me," he said softly, still continuing up my body, "It's not that I don't love your fire.
But there's something about you being totally defenseless; knowing I can do whatever I want to you…knowing that I can make you do anything I want to me." I felt his breath on my skin as he leaned over and whispered into my ear. "It makes me harder than you can imagine. Would you like to feel?"
I felt the air leave my lungs, and my nipples hardened to the point of pain. Too proud to say the words, I bit my lip roughly and nodded yes in reply.
"Oh, I'm sure you would, my little tease. But you've been a very bad girl. Do you enjoy making me suffer?"
He pulled away from me and I felt something leather slide up my legs and across my pussy. I hissed at the sensation of something finally touching me where I wanted. I was so aroused I would have done anything he asked of me.
"Walking around in your sexy little outfits. You like making me hard don't you?" The cool leather brushed around one of my nipples. I felt it flick against my skin roughly and I was surprised at the moan that escaped my lips. What was happening to me? The sting of something slapping against my thigh brought me out of my thoughts and caused me to cry out. The sensation was amazing. It hurt a little, but there was pleasure too; I wanted him to do it again.
"Answer me," he said roughly, his mouth once again near my ear. I was so wrapped in this feeling, I couldn't even remember what he asked. I felt my hair being pulled and wrapped around his fist; he jerked it roughly and spoke again. "I said answer me," he growled.
"Yes sir," I whispered between gasps of air. I could feel myself slick and wanting, desperately wishing I could rub my legs together to ease some of the ache.
"And you deserve to be punished for that, don't you?" His nose skimmed my jaw, his hot breath tickling my neck. I pulled against the cuffs at my wrist, wanting to reach out and draw him to me.
"Yes sir," I whispere