Evil Of Love (14 page)

             
“What’s that?”

             
“Don’t sleep with your husband tonight. I don’t think I can bear the thought of his hands on you.”

             
“Eric…”

             
“Please, Steph. Just promise me,” I plead.

             
“He’s still my husband, Eric. He was there for me when I had no one. I can’t turn my back on him. Not yet.”

             
“I’m not asking you to turn your back on him. Just don’t let him touch you. I only ask this of you tonight. Give me one night to feel like you are mine, not his.”

             
“Okay, I promise,” she whispers, and I can hear the struggle in her voice. She’s afraid of him and I hate it, but most of all I hate that I can’t do anything about it. The only way I can help is if she lets me. I won’t force her to do anything she doesn’t want to do.

             
“Tomorrow, I’ll pick you up at your place. Email me the address and what time is good for you. I want a few hours with you. I’d like to have brunch with you if that’s alright? I can go to the gym later in the day.”

             
“Brunch sounds good. You can pick me up at ten if you’d like and I’ll send you the address, but don’t come down the driveway. I’ll meet you at the entrance…Oh, and Eric?”

             
“Yes?”

             
“I can’t wait to make love to you!”

             
I grin at the remark, “See you at ten tomorrow. Love you.”

             
“Love you too,” she replies before turning off her camera chat.

             
God, the things that she does to me, I’m going to go mad before these four weeks are up. As long as I can focus on her and me, and keep my thoughts about asshole Travis for practice, then I think I may be able to endure this, without kidnapping her.        

Chapter Seventeen

Stephanie

My crotch is aching with need and my nipples are painfully hard. I had to fake throwing up and looking miserable to avoid Travis when he got home. It’s hard to even face him now after what I’ve done. No matter how I look at it, I’m betraying him and this isn’t who I am, but I can’t stop seeing Eric either. I toss and turn in the spare bed in our extra room where Travis told me to sleep so I wouldn’t get him sick. All I can think about is tomorrow. What Eric is going to do, the feel of his large hands on my sensitive skin. Sex in the alleyway was, spontaneous, sexy, and completely out of character for me. I don’t regret it at all though, because feeling him inside me is something I’ve missed for ten years and he is one hundred times better than
when we were kids. Sex is different when it’s with someone you care about, you love unconditionally.

Travis is incredible in bed at least when he isn’t being over dominate and selfish. I’m not sure what drives his anger. He doesn’t tell me about his past, what’s caused him to drink, or maybe it’s where he is now in his life. Maybe the high life is too stressful for him. Regardless of the reasons he will never change his ways. I’ve seen it before and his anger drives him. It’s probably what’s drives him to become so successful.  

              I toss and turn in bed as my thoughts go from Eric’s caring soft touch to Travis. Neither one of these men will ever understand the battle I’m facing within. I don’t want to ruin Eric’s life. He’s amazing, sweet, caring, and unselfish and I know he can make me happy. He never makes me feel bad about myself and I know he never would, but I don’t know if I deserve that, especially now after cheating on Travis. I curl in hugging my knees to my chest shaking off the awful feeling that my thoughts of Travis has given me and think about meeting with Eric tomorrow, being alone in his house, his bed.

             
The wetness in my pussy returns as I recall the feeling of his tongue between my legs. Just the mere thought of him causes me to go insane with need. I tighten my thighs, but it doesn’t do me any good. I reach down, placing my hand under my pajama shorts, rubbing the nub that’s already swollen and throbbing for attention. Dipping a finger inside myself, I close my eyes and envision Eric and I in the alley. The way he grabbed my hips, rushing me against the cement wall and the shock of coldness when my bare breasts were up against it. The length of him against my backside.

             
I dip another finger inside as I become wetter, and roll over to my back, spreading my legs as I move my fingers in and out, continuing to rub my clit. My back arching as my climax builds and moans quietly escape me. Images of Eric pounding into me, taking control of me, invade my vision and a loud moan escapes my lips as I release the pressure. Before I get a chance to remove my fingers from inside me a voice comes from the doorway which I now notice is open.

             
“What have I told you about pleasuring yourself?”

             
I’m stilled not moving, fingers still placed on my pussy as I lay in shock at just being caught. Not only being caught masturbating, but thinking of Eric while doing it.

             
“What have I told you?” his voice louder and harsher as he takes a step in the room and still I’m unable to move.

             
“I…um…I’m,” not able to concentrate I start to move my hand from my shorts.

             
“Don’t move!” he hollers, and I freeze. He’s beyond pissed, but I also hear want in his tone. I shudder under the thought of him touching me. I can’t do it, not now.

             
He walks over to the end of the bed, standing only in his black boxers, his sexy muscular bare chest and broad shoulders now feel like a heavy weight bearing down on my gut. I want to close my eyes and run away, but I don’t, I lay still looking up, meeting his dark gaze.

             
“Show me Steph, show me what you were doing without me?” he growls and now I know he’s getting off on this.  He grabs the end of the comforter and tosses it to the floor exposing my vulnerability. He then proceeds to climb on the bed on his hands and knees until each of my legs are on either side of him. Quickly he grabs my shorts pulling them down and I lift my legs as he takes them off me, tossing them to the floor. My fingers still placed on my pussy, he looks at me and grins.

“Show me!” he commands.

I made promises to Eric that now I don’t know that I’m going to be able to keep. I can already see the bulge that’s straining against his boxer shorts from the small light of the moon that’s shining through the window. I don’t want him to pleasure me.

“I’m done,” I say quietly and I watch as his eyes widen in anger.

“I believe I can make you scream a lot louder than what I just heard. You’re not done. You’re done when I say you are. Now show me!” his loud voice pierces my ears and instantly I begin rubbing my clit. His shoulders relax a little as his eyes focus on my crotch. I watch his expression as I continue to rub myself then slowly placing a finger inside, moving it in and out. Not willingly, I begin to become wet again.

“Enough!” he yells, startling me and I move my hand away from my pussy quickly.

“You know that I have to punish you since I found you pleasuring yourself, right?” his eyebrow raising in question.

“Please, not tonight, Travis.”

“I don’t think you have a say in this matter. This is the second time I’ve caught you this month and it calls for a punishment. Now, would you like to choose your punishment or should I?”

I squirm not sure how to respond, and then I get an idea. “I’ll choose,” I reply, feeling a little more in control, if you can call it that.

“Okay, but I’m the determining factor so if I don’t see it fit then I may have to choose. So, what’s the punishment going to be?”

“The whip.
Hit me,” I whisper, hating the request I’m making and hating that I can’t fight back against this man, my husband.

“The whip, huh?
I’m not sure that is punishment enough. I have a better idea!” he says, climbing off the bed and swiftly leaving the room. I’m still sprawled out on the mattress, legs spread and exposed. I just want this whole thing to be over.

It doesn’t take long before I hear his feet shuffling along the floor and he’s back at the doorway, one hand behind his back and a black blind fold in his other hand.

“Turn over and close your eyes,” he demands.

“But, Travis…”

“Don’t argue or I’ll gag you too.”

I comply and turn to my stomach shutting my eyes, hoping that regardless how bad this is, that he doesn’t fuck me. I can’t break my promise to Eric.

I feel him climb on the bed and can feel his breath on the back of my neck. Brushing my hair to one side, he leans in and whispers, “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”

I shiver, wishing he would have kept that to himself.

“Lift your head,” he says, and I do as he asks.

I feel the silky black material of the blind fold cover my eyes and he tightens it behind my head, and then grabbing both my wrists he pulls them behind my back and I feel another piece of silky material wrap around my wrists as he ties them together.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you like this more often,” he leans back in and I feel his manhood pressed against my butt as he whispers in my ear.

I wait helplessly for the feel of the leather whip, but instead am greeted with a different object; an object that I passionately hate and he has only used a couple of times. Usually he uses it when he’s drunk and angry.

“Please, Travis, you know how I hate the idea of that thing.”

“Oh, I know, but don’t you love the pleasure it gives you. The sensation is something you’ve never denied. You can tell me all you want that you hate it, but,” he places a finger in my exposed pussy, “by how wet you get, I know you like it.”

As much as I hate him right now and as much as I don’t want to do this. He’s right. He knows my body well, even though the thought of that object in me makes me disgusted, my body feels different about it.

“Now, no more talking.
Take it like the big girl that you are.”

I bury my face in the mattress and take a deep breath as I prepare for what he’s about to do. His hands spread my butt cheeks open and the feeling of vulnerability takes over me. I keep reminding myself, he won’t hurt me, but it’s been hard to believe that since he hit me.

Cool wet liquid drops on my anus, and I’m thankful he’s actually using lubricant. Another few drips hit me and then the sensation of his finger circling the opening causes me to tense. I hate anything being near that area. After rubbing the lubricant over my anus, I then feel the cold plug placed at the opening. I hold my breath in anticipation, and then I feel it, slowly pushing inward and no matter how bad I don’t want it, Travis is right, my cheeks are already flushed and my pussy is throbbing for attention. A loud moan of pleasure and pain burst from my mouth as he pushes it in further and it fills me. I attempt to squirm away but he’s holding my wrists that are tied behind my back and I’m unable to move.

“There we go baby. See that wasn’t so bad. You
r ass looks fucking beautiful,” he says, as I begin to feel the leather tendrils of the whip move across my sensitive skin.

“Please be gentle,” I plead, afraid of the pain that comes with this.

“I will do as I please with you, Stephanie, and you will learn to listen,” he growls back at me and then the sensation of the leather on my ass is gone and in a split second it’s back but with a burning sensation that hurts and at the same time has my pussy responding. I hate myself right now for getting any pleasure out of this.

I don’t know how many times he hit me but with each one I merely came from the sensation of the whip. Every time he hit me it causes the pressure from the plug to tighten which makes it even more intense. Finally he stops and I try to focus, but my pussy is on fire and the need for friction is tearing me apart. I feel Travis remove the plug and he almost sends me over the edge. His fingers touch my wetness and I move slightly hoping he’ll give me the release my body is craving.

“You want me don’t you? You’re so fucking wet. I’m not going to give you the satisfaction you need right now,” he whispers, and I almost whimper from his rejection.

He unties my wrist and removes the blind fold, turning me over to my back and instantly I pull my thighs together trying to get some sort of friction to release, but he grabs my knees before I have the chance.

“No, this is your punishment. You will not pleasure yourself. I told you, you would be begging me to fuck you, and I’m not going to. You’ll learn to only please yourself in my presence and when I say you can. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he replies in a softer more caring tone. Grabbing under my knees he swoops me up in his arms and cradles me, carrying me to our room and laying me gently on our bed.

“You’ll be sleeping with me tonight,” he whispers, leaning in kissing my forehead while pulling the comforter up to my chin. I’m still throbbing down below, wanting, needing for him to touch me, but I ignore it,
knowing Eric will give me exactly what I need, tomorrow. “I love you, Stephanie, I hope you know that. I only do this to you because I love you. I can’t stand knowing you’re getting off without me.”

I hate that he feels he has to be in control of everything. Isn’t running your own company enough?! With him it isn’t. I don’t think anything is ever enough. He wants to control every aspect of me. If he thought about it, he’d probably even tell me what I should and shouldn’t read. He picks my clothes, my wine, what and when I can eat. God, for once I would like to just be me.

I don’t say anything. I just nod my head as if I understand, even though I don’t. I don’t get what makes him like this. What the hell happened to him that makes him feel like he has to run everything and everyone around him?

His bed dips on his side as he crawls in next to me, his large arms wrapping around my waist pulling me against him. I close my eyes and do all I can to settle my thoughts and fall asleep.