He squeezed the hand I was holding my phone with and smiled, "Believe me, it was my pleasure." It was such a simple sentence, yet it set those damn butterflies atwitter.
Chapter 5
The rest of the day went off without a hitch, I closed, Andy closed the kitchen, no one pinned me against a counter or sink threatening to make me his. I was still flying high from the conversation with Parker. His eyes just seemed to stare into my soul in the sweetest, sexiest way. I was so busy thinking about him, his beautiful, dreamy eyes and his soft (I am assuming) lips and his smile that I did not notice someone leaning up against the trunk of my car. I didn't even see him come behind me while I unlocked my door, but then he made his presence unmistakably known.
He pushed his body against mine, wrapped a hand over my mouth, his other hand on my hip squaring my body against my car. "Little one, did you really think that you could escape me by pulling that little stunt? Did you really think that was my ONLY opportunity, that I wouldn't take you wherever, whenever I wanted?" His mouth was right against my ear. My breathing became erratic, I tried screaming but his hand muffled any noise coming out of my mouth.
"Oh little one, you don't need to be scared, I know you crave, what I crave. You crave being my little toy. You need to breathe little one, breathe." His voice was so calm, how could he be so calm? He moved his hand to the front of my pants, unbuttoning my pants. My protests began to drop, I was truly in disbelief, was this really happening? Did I really hate it? There was a growing part of me that liked it, that craved domination.
"I am going to move my hand, you are not going to make a sound," It was not a question, he was telling me. He was having trouble moving my jeans down over my ass with one hand. I stayed quiet, a gesture he took as agreement. This is my opportunity, he tentatively moved his hand, but just slightly, I made not a peep. He chuckled, "Such a good little one," his voice sounding triumphant.
He moved his hand to my hip, continuing his endeavor to pull down my jeans. I used this as my opportunity. I pushed my whole body against his, we both went tumbling, my body falling on his. As soon as we hit the ground I began to scream for help and scramble up as fast as I could. I got about a foot and a half away from him when I felt his hand around my ankle. He could not pull me back, but he used it as an opportunity to pull himself onto me. He managed to make it between my legs, hiding them up on his hips. He leaned down, holding my hands down, his mouth next to my ear again.
"You are one clever little girl, but you need to be a bit quicker. You will be mine whether you like it or not," his voice was venom in my ear. I screamed out again and his hand went to my throat. This was not the kind of grab that just constricted blood flow, he was pressing on my windpipe. "If you do that again, there will be very real consequences." Fear flooded my eyes, and victory flooded his.
He took my shirt that was a polo, gripped it from the top of the shirt and pulled. As if it were made of newspaper, it ripped down the middle. He pulled my breasts from the cups of my bra, and pulled and pinched my nipples. Usually this would have prompted a moan, but I was distracted. I heard the sound of tires on gravel and then the sound of brakes. Luckily for me, Tim was too occupied enjoying his conquest.
The next thing I know Tim was pushed, no, he was thrown off me, thrown to the ground by a large, animalistic force. It took me a quick minute to figure out what caused Tim, a substantial sized person to be thrown to the ground like a pillow off the bed. I sat up, pulled my bra back into place and witnessed the most horrible, amazing, awe-inspiring spectacle I had ever seen. Someone had tackled Tim and was now completely entangled in a wrestling match with him. The man seemed bigger than Tim, taller, maybe a bit rounder and full of rage. Who was he? What if he decided to take me instead and was really just fighting with Tim over who gets to have me and my body instead of fighting Tim over the fact that he was breaking basic moral and ethical values?
Whatever his motivation, it was strong, and seemed to allow him the extra advantage because pretty soon he was kneeling over Tim, saying something I couldn't hear, then stood up. He looked in my direction, I panicked a bit, pulled the two sides of my once whole shirt together in a feeble attempt to cover my body. He started to move towards me. I could not make out any details, but there was something about his walk, the slight sway of his hips. Could it be? I started scooching back, still on the ground, one hang holding my shirt together. I scooted until I was under one of the parking lot lights. It was, it was him.
