Sorry for the late arrival of this second chapter. I had a crazy busy week. I hope you all liked it.
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I woke up to soft rumbles and movement. Pretending to still be asleep, I tossed a little to see what was going on. Inoue sitting on the end of the bed, fully dressed, with his legs crossed. In on hand he dangled a cat toy. Mad George was in front of him. The tabby would raise himself up to get the cat toy only to get the other hand scratching his tummy and neck. My can then flopped in a purring fit whacking at his hand and wrist. Either he was very dumb or loved this game because I watched them repeat the action 3 more times in my faux slumber.
"Good morning Vinnie. How did you sleep?"
A silent curse rang through my head. I guess I wasn't too convincing. "Uh... good."
He scooped up George and smiled at me. "Fat cat, it looks like she's awake. We've got to get a move on." He waved paws at me and went deeper, slightly raspy, and out of breath for Geroge's voice. "Mornin'."
I shouldn't have laughed but I did. It was girlish and high and embarrassing. I flipped the covers over my head. How could he be sweet in the mornings and a monster at night? It wasn't fair, none of this was fair.
The weight shifted off the bed and I knew he'd gotten up. The pet carrier door swung open and closed moments later with metallic 'tangs'. Water ran in the bathroom and I knew he was washing his hands. I had no idea what he was planning but I moved to the middle of the bed and gripped it tight.
The covers lifted on one side of the bed and I felt heat across my skin as he snaked himself in. "Vinnie, we've got to go and get breakfast before we get on the road."
I felt him lick my hip and I squirmed. His hands eased my thighs apart and my hands released their grips to try and stop him. Inoue laughed and caught them, kissing the bruised palms before nibbling at the fingers.
"Are you going to get up voluntarily or will I have to dress you post climax?" His deep voice teased as he flicked his tongue across my wrist.
"I'll get up." I shifted and looked at him in the little light that passed through the linens. He settled his chin just above my center and smiled at me. This man was the devil.
He let me up and I went to the bathroom to shower. My clothes were on the counter by the time I was done. He even matched my underwear and bra. I rolled my eyes and put everything on. It was a very cute outfit. Black skinny jeans, black boots, and another oversized men's shirt with only geek glasses on it. I smiled and pulled back my hair before leaving.
Everything was already gone and packed in the car, including George. He walked over and pecked me. "Let's go check out."
I did my best to make a face at him but he only chuckled. His hands slipped up under the shirt to my lower back and he pulled me closer. He leaned in and kissed me slowly. I parted my lips and accepted his exploring. It was like my brain went on vacation when I was in his arms. I should have pulled away and went to the car, but here I was moaning into his mouth.
He pulled back with a smile. "Are you ready to go?"
"What's your first name?" I looked up at him through the haze.
He chuckled and looked up. "What's your favorite old school Disney movie?"
I wrinkled my nose. "Huh? What does that have to do with anything?"
He leaned in and kissed my temple. "Just answer the question..."
"Sleeping Beauty." It came out as a conceding sigh.
"Then my name is Phillip. Let's go." He grabbed my hand and led me from the room and into a hallway. We left out of the building and walked to our car. Mad George mewed in his carrier. I stuck a finger in for him to nibble at.
"Phillip Inoue?"
"For now, yes."
"For now?" I let him buckle my seatbelt before starting the car.
"If you do as I say, when I say, and allow me to keep you safe, I'll repay you in information." He began to drive out of the parking lot. I noticed he nearly always backed in.
"Not in orgasms?" I was being smart with him but he deserved it.
"No, those are mandatory." He smirked and drove to the front where the concierge desk was. "Wait in the car please."
I did wait in the car, until he was fully inside, before starting to climb over the center console to get into the driver's seat. It was then that I noticed the gear stick. I couldn't drive manual.
Sighing, I sat back down and buckled up once more.
He returned to the car with his receipt print out and got in. "I saw that. That's a punishment earned."
"What kind of punishment?" I watched him with distrusting eyes.
"You'll see. Let's get breakfast and gas up then go." He was stern but there was a hint of noncommittal, as if he was joking or mocking me. I couldn't tell which and it made me hate him.
I stayed quiet through breakfast and didn't watch him as he gassed up. Now I wondered where my cell phone was. I knew I'd brought it in the car but I didn't have it anymore. He'd probably taken it while I was passed out yesterday.
The bruises on my hands were uglier today so I knew they were healing. The ache went up to my knuckles and down to my elbows but I wouldn't ask him for help, not yet. I watched out of the passenger window as we took off again.
We were nearly an hour into driving before I couldn't take it anymore. "Phillip..."
He smirked; probably happy I was using the name already. "Yes?"
"The pain is back." I held up my stiffening arms and hands.
The smirk vanished and he pulled off on the shoulder of the road. He took out another one of the white pills and a bottle of water. "Take this."
I shook my head quickly. "No, I don't want to be knocked out again."
He took the pill and bit it in half and handed me one of the pieces. I stared at it and he laughed. "As many places as my mouth has been on you..."
I reluctantly took the pill half and swallowed it with the water. He spit the other half out the window. "Why did you do that?"
