Betrayed (The Worshipped Series Book 2) (6 page)

I don’t care if I have pissed him off by what I say. When the words leave his mouth I want nothing more than to punch him in the ball sack! 

“You did what!” I am fuming mad now. How dare he fuck with my job! This is my life that I worked so damn hard to build. He better be glad I am tied to this damn bed post! 

“You can’t just send an email or call the clinic and expect everything be all peaches and cream about me up and leaving without so much as a notice or goodbye. This is my life you’re messing with. I’ve spent years building up my practice and now, now you’re fucking ruining everything! How could you do this to me? You knew how much I loved my job, my life! Who are you to take me away from that and expect me to be okay with being yours. This is insane. Let me go and I won’t tell the cops about any of this. I’ll go home and forget you ever existed.” It is hard to express how much I am angry at this turn of events with my fucking hands tied to the damn bed post. 

I must have hit a nerve with him. The next thing I know, Josh has his hands around my throat. He’s not hurting me, yet, but it’s enough pressure to let me know who’s in charge. I know he can see the terror in my eyes and face. I can’t help but to be afraid when he acts this way. It’s almost as if he has a split personality. One minute he’s a normal man, then bam! He’s someone totally different. 

“I told you earlier today what I would do if you demanded anything of me again. Do you not remember that? You need to trust me. I would never jeopardize your career.”

Josh tells me this as he puts a little more pressure, with each word, around my neck. I don’t know if I believe him. I cannot trust this man. And then it hits me, I have to pretend to trust him. Maybe if I can act as if I trust him, in return he will trust me not to leave. Then when his guard is down, I can run as far away from this crazy asshole as I can. Hell I doubt this stupid plan will work, but it’s all I have right now. 

“I’m going to untie you now.”

I perk up a little at that. I want to be free and at least put on some damn clothes. I don’t speak a word while he unties my hands. I sit like the good submissive he thinks I am. While he slowly, god as slowly as a person can untie a rope, I look around the room for something….I don’t really know what I’m looking for. My eyes land on the bedside table. There’s a lamp and I think maybe this stupid, really fucking stupid idea I have will work. 

Finally my hands are untied. I don’t even try to rub away the stinging, and I quickly grab the lamp and hit Josh square in the face with it. 

He goes down, and I am surprised for only a few seconds that I actually did it, and put enough force to take him down. Josh is a big man and I don’t wait around to see if he stays down. I am thankful I have a few seconds of him being distracted by the marks on my wrists to hit him. 

My care factor is zero as I take off running out the door clutching the towel in my hands. I don’t look back, I run like there’s a hundred of his henchmen after me. I hear my feet hitting the pavement and I think it’s stupid of me not to grab some sort of clothing, but like I said before, this plan is stupid. I don’t have time to think of a well thought out plan. All I know is, I have to get away from Josh and his men. That I have to get away now and fuck, I acted before I actually thought things through. I’m not exactly sure of his intentions after he untied me, and I fear I will like them more than I hate them. I shouldn’t be feeling anything towards that sick and twisted asshole! Why, oh why, does my body have other things in mind?

I don’t know how long I have been running. I don’t dare to look back. I know if I do chance a glance, Josh will be hot on my ass. I try my best to remain hidden, I duck behind cars and go into an alley. I stop near the dumpster, wishing I have a nose plug. The smell is awful. But I don’t let the smell stop me from hiding beside it so I can catch my breath. I thought I was in shape, but I guess running for your life will make anyone feel the way I am. I’m sure anyone that walks past me can hear how loudly my heart is pounding in my chest. Not to mention how hard I am breathing. I need to stay quiet. I put my hand over my mouth to help myself stay as quiet as I can. I don’t know if Josh is still in the motel or not. I don’t think I hit him as hard to knock him out, but one can hope. 

While I try to control my rapid heart rate and breathing, I think about how I got myself in this situation. Have I done something to provoke Josh into taking me away from everything I’ve known? I know he has secrets. I have a feeling his secrets are something I don’t want to know about. For the first time in my life, I do not want to know the truth. Katie would be proud to hear that. I quickly stop any thoughts of my big sister from forming. I miss her terribly and thinking of her always makes me miss her twice as much. 

All thoughts of my sister vanish when I hear a bottle being knocked into the alley wall. I stop breathing all together, and try to blend into the darkness. Thank God it’s dark. At least I have one thing working in my favor. 

I can hear footsteps getting louder as they get closer to where I chose to hide. Stupid, stupid Karen! Why do I choose to hide beside the most obvious place? You would think at how smart I am I wouldn’t be so stupid about these kinds of choices. I hope to whatever God there is that it isn’t Josh coming to get me. I don’t want to go back. I want to go back home. I want to sit on my balcony at my apartment and drink wine till I pass out. I want to forget ever meeting Josh.   

I can tell the footsteps are from a man. They are heavy booted steps. I think my back is going to crack at how I have myself pressed against the wall. I’m trying as hard as possible to be invisible. But I know it isn’t a stranger. I can’t tell you how I know before he reaches down and grabs me, that it is Josh. Maybe my body knows him better than I think possible. 

Josh is furious. He doesn’t try to be gentle with me when he grabs me by my arm. He yanks me up hard. So hard I crash into his chest. He quickly pulls me off of him, and has my right arm behind my back in a painful way. He is going to break my arm if he adds any more pressure. 

“You’re hurting me!” I yell. My yelling and squirming doesn’t get noticed. I am clutching the towel with my free arm, hoping no one is looking at my almost exposed body now. I get a hard yank as he starts to lead me back to the motel. I can’t see his face in the dark alley, but I know he is really angry. I don’t say anything to him or even try to protest. I’m more worried he will break my arm and then I will be in deeper shit than I already am. 

I feel all my hopes diminishing when we come closer to the motel. I didn’t get as far away as I thought. I curse myself for not continuing to run. I shouldn’t have stopped. 

Josh leads the entire way to our room, and literally throws me inside. I try but miserably fail at not falling on the nasty and feet smelling floor. Ugh. I want another shower now. I don’t bother to try and pick myself up. I am close to tears, which pisses me off more and more. My arm is hurting like a mother fucker. I just sit there, head down, trying not to say a word. If I can get away with not breathing I will. I can feel Josh’s stare. I know I am in deep shit. When I ran the first time he tied me up. I can’t even imagine what he wants to do to me now. 

I thought I would be brave and like a fool, I look at Josh. What I see stops my heart and I cease moving. My breath leaves my lungs and I want nothing more than to crawl under the fucking bed and hide from the monster staring at me. 

My goddamn head hurts so fucking bad. I have to wipe the blood out of my eyes more than once. I am furious with my little vixen sitting on the floor. She looks terrified of me, and she should be. The darkness inside of me is clawing to get out and punish her for that little stunt she pulled. I am pissed she not only hit me in the head with the fucking lamp, but she also went outside with only that fucking towel on. If you can even call that a towel. It is so small it barely covers her. I don’t want anyone, I mean anyone seeing what is mine. I will kill any bastard that dares to look at her.

I know my eyes are black as coal, my face stone hard, and my body is tense. I know how I look to her. I look like the monster I am. I’m showing her my true form. My true nature. There is no changing me. The sooner she gets used to the monster inside me, the better off she will be. I need her to know that she has to willingly submit to me. She has to trust me. I know it will take her some time to get there, but fuck, she has to stop running from me. She didn’t give me this much trouble when we first met. She made me chase her, but once I had her, we both knew there wasn’t any going back.  

I continue to stare at her, making her see me. On the other hand, I am fighting for control again. I want to mark her pretty little ass with my hand print. I want her to feel that sting every time she sits down, or moves. It’s going to happen, but I want to make sure I am in control. Not the monster. I will never intentionally hurt her, although I almost broke her arm. Fuck! This is why I don’t need her to run from me. Once the beast is out, it’s nearly impossible to cage again. 

I take a long deep breath, and slowly let it out. Normally if I am this worked up, I will go for a run, or go a few rounds with the punching bag. If it gets to where these aren’t working there is always one thing that helps no matter what. I try to avoid doing that at all costs. Not only will I go back to fucking prison, but I will most definitely lose Karen. I will not, no cannot, let that happen. 

Finally I feel like I have the control I need. I don’t say a word to Karen as I reach down to pick her up. She tries moving away, but I don’t let her get very far. I don’t want to taunt her, but the sick part of me loves to watch her cringe in terror. I get off knowing I can hurt her, and she can’t do a fucking thing about it. I grab her arm again, jerk her up, and then I sit her pretty ass on the bed. I want her to know I am in charge. Standing over her, towering over her, makes me feel in control. I am the dominate one in the room. No more running from her. I will make sure of that. Right here, right now. 

“No more fucking running.” I sigh and run my hand through my hair. “You have no idea who could be out there, watching, ready to hurt you. I can’t have you running at every second I turn my head. Are we clear?”  

I barely hear yes and I know I finally get through to her. And now, the fun part can begin. I make her stand up, and I pull the towel off her curvy body. She shivers from my touch on her arm. Before she can figure out what I have planned, I have her across my lap. I have her ass in the air and I place my leg over hers so she can’t move or run if she tries. I know she will possibly try to run again eventually. I hope what I am about to do will at least make her think twice before she runs away from me again. 

She struggles against me, but when I lock my leg around hers tighter, she instantly stops. I start at her thighs with my hand, slowly rubbing her. I want her to relax before I start. I feel the chills come over her legs and I smile at how much my touch is affecting her. She craves my touch whether she chooses to see that or not. 

“Do you know what I have to do to you for running not once but twice today?” I ask her in a gentle voice. I feel calmer knowing what I am about to do. It gives me a high like no other. 

“I … I don’t know ... please,” she begs. 

She knows. She doesn’t want to say it out loud, thinking if she doesn’t speak the truth of what is about to happen, maybe I’ll let her go. 

Fuck no I’m not letting her go. She is mine. 

“I’m about to make this pretty ass turn red from my hand. I want you to feel my hand on your ass every time you sit, or move. Maybe next time you think about running, remember this,” I say as I make my way to her ass and rub in circles. Then I come down hard on her ass. It is the most exquisite sound I’ve heard in a long time. 

“Ouch!” She tries to break my hold as I rub the sting out and then I spank her ass again and again. Each smack, I feel the tension leave my body. I feel like I have the control again. Each one comes a little harder and harder. I don’t think Karen notices the way this is affecting her either. 

She fucking loves this as much as I do. 

Her now red ass, raises for my hand. I can hear her breathing becoming labored, and I don’t have to touch her to know she is wet and ready for me. I am getting turned on more than I think possible. I thought she might, like this as well, but that was a small might. Now my girl proves me wrong. 

I give her a few more smacks, rub her perfect ass, and my hand’s starting to tingle. I decide she has enough for one night. Plus it is getting harder and harder not to fuck her from behind. I want to fuck her so hard and rough. But I can’t. Not just yet. I know she isn’t there. I want her to ask and beg me to give her my cock. She will, but not yet. 

I lift my leg off hers and help her stand in front of me. Her skin is flushed and I can tell she is ashamed she feels the way she does. Her head is down, and her shoulders are sagged.