Cherry Bomb (15 page)

Determined Ruby would never learn about my
new hormone addiction, I would keep Drake at arm’s length and as
far as I could get from my kids. However, I knew I would play more
scenes with him. I thought back to his numerous calls. It was
unnerving how much the sound of his voice made me come apart at the
seam.

Lost in thought, I nearly jumped out of my
skin when the phone rang.

“Hey, Mom” I said as I answered on the first
ring, sure it was my nightly call from dear old mom. After all, I
had already talk to Drake two times that day.

“Hello, Babe. So is that what you are calling
me now? I prefer daddy.” The sound of Drake's voice, strong and
comforting, hung heavily in my ear. “Miss me, yet?”

God, yeah, I missed him.
For the first
time since James and I had separated, I had wanted my kids to have
a weekend with their dad.

I slipped down onto a nearby chair and threw
the dish towel I was holding across the table.

“Babe, I asked you a question?” His voice
sounded deeper over the phone, and so close.

Oh!
Why did my body become suddenly
alert at his authoritative tone?

“Yes, Sir, I miss you. Some parts really miss
you.”

My cheeks burned. I couldn’t believe I had
said that. Drake Hart was turning me into a sex starved animal.

“I miss all of you but a few of your parts
are fun to play with.”

I started to laugh but the playfulness in his
voice stop me in my tracks. He wanted to play, but where was he?
At the club
. There are plenty of women there willing to
play.

“Where are you?”
Not with me.

“The club.”

I felt the fear plummet to the lowest pit in
my stomach.

“Alone in my private suite, missing you,” he
added. “Are the kids in bed yet?”

“Yeah, the boys’ bedtime is nine and Ruby
just stormed off to her room right before you called.”

“You sound tired?”

“Dealing with my ex? You can’t off their dad.
Can you?”

“Working on it.”

I finally laughed. Only this man could make
me smile like a fucking idiot over the phone. “Make it bloody
then.”

“I could never make it as painful as he
deserves.” He paused and something in his voice kept me from saying
a word.

“Look outside, I have a surprise for
you.”

I dropped the phone in my lap.
What the
hell?
I picked it back up. “What?”

“Go, open the front door and you’ll see,” he
said, causing me to let my phone fall to the floor again.

When I opened the door, my feet scraped up
against a box with a small laptop perched on top of it.

I picked them both up and opened the lid of
the computer.

“Hey, babe,” Drake said, his face taking up
the whole screen. “I can’t see you tonight, but I wanted to leave
you with a little taste of me.”

His well-manicured hand rested on his right
cheek. I could only see half his stunning face, but I had studied
him enough to have every line memorized. The crinkle of his cheek
meant he was smiling at me. I was not prepared for this. I had
jelly and I am sure gum in my hair, and didn’t have an ounce of
make-up on.

“Why don’t you say we take this to the
bedroom?” Drake said, and I eagerly raced to my master suite,
locking the door behind me.

“Put the computer somewhere and face it
towards your bed.” His voice rumbled in the room.

I was still mesmerized by the way his hand
cast a shadow over eighty percent of his face.

“Now, Mrs. Webb,” he demanded, making me jump
to attention.

I quickly glanced around the room and decided
to place it on the tall dresser in the corner. I smiled into the
camera. Drake winked, and I saw a shadow of a smile on his darkened
face. My nipples ached as my heavy breasts grew sensitive and
tender at the thought of what he had planned. This was his art
form, and I had already come to the conclusion he only created
masterpieces.

“Good, girl, now go place the box on the bed
then turn around and look at me.”

I went directly to the bed and placed the
silk box on top of it then immediately turned around, stumbling on
my left foot. He coughed. I straightened by back, lowered my head,
and clasped my hands behind my waist. Drake didn’t know it but just
that day I had purchased a book on being a submissive, and devoured
it. I wanted Drake Hart to be proud of me. I was willing to give
myself whole heartedly. After all, I was his. Only his. I would
freely give him my body because it became his, the moment I first
fell in his office.

“Take off your top, Ms. Webb. I want to see
your voluptuous breasts.”

I tried being seductive but hasty at the same
time. I wanted him to be pleased. When I released my breasts from
the bra caging them in, he inhaled deeply. I glanced up and caught
the cocky expression on his gorgeous face; the hunger in his eyes
as they devoured every inch of my body.

I felt my shoulders round, trying to hide my
grotesque body from his stare. I couldn’t ever remember someone
looking at me with such raw desire. I was sure no one ever had. My
maddening mind tried to scramble around it all; the thought he
looked at me like that, the anticipation. I had no idea what he had
planned but I was ready for anything.

“Straighten your back, you’re beautiful, my
little piece of cherry pie.”

I stood tall and proud, clasping my wrist,
showcasing the leather band he had given me. I held my head down,
but peeked up at the small computer screen behind the fringe of the
loose strands of my hair. He had lowered his hand and leaned in
closer to the camera. He appeared famished, ready to tear me apart
with his eyes. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was me or the power
that turned him on.

“Pants,” he said.

Just the sound of his voice upped the heat in
my body until my pants suddenly became an unwanted luxury. I
quickly discarded them.

“Good girl, now go over to the box and
pick-up the silver one,” he said.

I walked to the bed and ran my pointer finger
over the assortment of multiple color boxes. The silver one was on
top. I snatched it up and started to open it when I heard Drake
click his tongue. I turned to face the computer screen, forgetting
my present state of undress.

“Did I tell you to open it?”

“No, Sir,” I responded, holding my head down
farther in shame.

“Hold your head up. I want you to be proud of
being mine. When you stand like that it makes you appear broken not
more submissive,” he said, his voice somewhat softer causing me to
look up and bite down on my lip to avoid smiling. “Inside the box
is my favorite of all my toys. It can cause pleasure or pain, and I
have envisioned them on you ever since I first saw your beautiful
tits.”

He stopped talking but I didn’t move, unsure
of what he wanted me to do.

“Open it.”
How in the hell does he make
even that sound erotic?

I slid the top off and inside found two
delicate clips connected by a singular chin.

“Nipple clamps. I want you to place a clip
firmly on each of your nipples.”

I slowly placed one on my right nipple. It
was not too harsh. I could handle it. I placed the second one on my
left breast and was briefly taken back by the pain. I started to
fall in the same place my mind went when he spanked me at the
club.

“Mrs. Webb, I think I like those on you,”
Drake said, bringing my attention back to him.

I glanced up and smiled. “Do you now,
Master?”

“Oh, I do. But when I place them on you it
will be a hell of a lot tighter. I will bring you to your
knees.”

My body wouldn’t stop betraying me. I should
have been insulted but I wasn’t. All I wanted was for him to be
there asserting his will over me. I glanced back at the small
screen and his piercing blue eyes. They were daring me to look
away. I couldn’t. My knees buckled causing the clamps to sway,
baring down harder on my nipples. I bit down on my bottom lip to
keep from screaming but I never looked away. He ran his tongue
slowly over his upper lip. He was addictive. I was in deeper than I
ever wanted to admit. My knees weakened, my pussy clenched; wet for
him to control.

“Open the green box, my sweet cherry pie, and
lay down on the bed.”

I removed the tissue from the box to discover
a finely wrapped present. I sat on the bed to unwrap it. Inside, I
found a large wand with a bulb at the end of it.

“I wanted you to have this for when you think
of me. It is a Hitachi Wand.”

I scooted back on the bed until I was leaning
against the headboard.

“Let me see you use it.”

I shook my head. I couldn’t, could I? I held
up the vibrator and switched it on. It vibrated in my hand causing
me to drop it.

“Now, Cherry, I am not a patient man.”

I skimmed my fingers against my hot flesh.
“Now,” Drake barked. I shoved two fingers deep into my pussy,
unable to tell him no. It clenched tightly around my digits as I
drank him in. I could only see him from the chest up but it was no
doubt his shoulders were moving. Thrusting my digits, I watched as
his body relaxed at the feel of his own hand. It didn’t deter me,
more it made me want to give him a show he would never forget. I
started to follow the pace his body was moving. Even without
actually being in the room, he controlled the very oxygen I
breathed.

“I can’t wait to jerk myself off with that
beautiful body of yours,” he said with a labored breath.

As his movement quickened, I sped up mine,
brushing the vibrator against my swollen bud as I did. Just as the
orgasm threatened, he ordered me to yank the chains connecting the
clamps. I obeyed, and screamed out as the pain from the clips and
the pleasure from the vibrator all crashed into one hell of an
orgasm. My eyelids grew heavy as I basked in the feeling he made
stir in me. Before sleep took over, I heard Drake call out my name
as he achieved his own release.

I had not jerked myself off in years but I
also never had the scene of one Cherry Webb to watch either. It was
a sight I would envision for nights to come. She was the masochist
that perfectly meshed with my sadist streak. Sex was just sex; I
could get it anywhere. She was the one. The one who not only
pleased my dominant side but also ease the hurt in the lost little
boy in me.

This placed smelled like bleach and vomit. I
didn’t like it. They made Katie cry. Billy said we were going home
with him but they had already put twelve x’s on the calendar
hanging below that high television, and we were still here.

I still haven’t let them hold Katie. I even
held her as they took funny pictures of our bones. They told Billy
I had a few bones that had been broken but I could have told them I
was broken. Katie’s was perfect. I could have told them she was
perfect too. The hardest was when they stuck that needle in Katie’s
arm. She screamed. She didn’t know we weren’t allowed to scream.
But Billy and his Dad, Jerry didn’t get mad. Instead, Jerry held my
hand and Billy rubbed a finger over Katie’s hand. If I didn’t know
better, I would say that it hurt them when they did that. But that
would mean that they cared about us, and I was the boy no one
loved. My Mommy even said I was an unlovable boy.

“Hey, boss,” Billy said as he came through
the door shaking a bottle for Katie.

He handed me the bottle and rubbed one of
Katie’s curls between his fingers. “I know you’re hurting, and I’m
sorry I didn’t come back to get you sooner. I know you’ve lived
through some tough shit. I’m not perfect but I promise I won’t let
you live like that again. I love you, dude.”

Something warm bubbled up in my stomach. I
liked it. Billy might actually like me. If he liked me he had to
love Katie. He wouldn’t hurt her.

“You want to hold Katie.”

Billy’s head popped up and he seemed shocked.
I didn’t talk much. It was better if I didn’t. Billy smiled, even
his eyes sparkled. He was so happy it even made me smile.

“Really, boss, I would love that.” He reached
out his arms to take Katie.

I panicked for a minute, and squeezed her too
tight. I had to tell my stupid head that it was Billy, he wouldn’t
hurt us. He was good.

“Mommy, Mommy,” screams and the banging of my
bedroom door woke me from a deep sleep. I sat up when I heard the
loud piercing scream of one little boy hurting another one.

“Stop it, Noah. I’m going to tell Mommy,”
came loud and clear from Henry.

“Stop it, Noah,” I said and scratched my
fingers through a rat nest called bed hair. “I’m coming.”

Kicking my legs off the bed, I knocked my
knees against the vibrator.
Shit,
last night came flashing
back to me. I glanced over at the still opened computer screen. It
was black.

I honestly didn’t remember anything after my
body was rocked with the most intense orgasm. I noticed I had even
slept on top of my covers.

“Mommy, welp me,” Henry said again in an even
louder pitch.

I threw the nipple clamps and vibrator under
the mattress, and picked up the robe laying at the foot of the
bed.

“Coming,” I said, tying the belt of the robe.
I looked over at the computer one more time, wondering how long he
watched me sleep. I slapped the computer shut and finally opened
the door I was sure had dents from all the little hands that at
been pounding on it.

Henry had on a pair of swim trunks over a
very full pull-up. “Mommy, can we go now? Noah hit me. Can you make
him stay home?” Henry’s brown eyes lit up in the most child-like
delight and his little voice wobbled.

“No, Baby, I’m not making Noah stay
home.”