Page 24 of Tormented By Regret

Blaze simply nodded to me in regard, and I did the same. “You ever need anything you let me know,” I said in gratitude for the gift they’d just given me.

With a flick of my wrist, I twisted the throttle, and the bike surged forward with a throaty growl as I glided her out of the garage. I was in a hurry to leave, eager to get back on the road. The wind tore through my vest as I took off, getting used to the bike with every twist and turn I took. This was what I was missing. The freedom to fly the only way I knew how.

My heart ached for Lucy, but worrying wouldn’t help matters. I needed to get back to the motel and get to Whisper. If the last murder was here in New Mexico and Ron had anything to do with it, then I needed to make sure she was safe. The last thing I needed was to have her go missing as well. I wouldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to her under my watch, I already held that torment with Lucy.

WHISPER

He was sitting in a chair, in the corner of the room, facing the door when I entered. The raven had woken up uneasy and the feeling of being locked in made us both anxious. It needed to spread its wings and I needed to get out of the confines of this damn room. As soon as Powertrain had left this morning, I walked into the woods by the edge of the highway, disappearing from sight so that I could let the raven shift. If I didn’t, I was sure it would do it in front of Lee, and that would probably be a bad idea being that he had no clue what I truly was.

The one good thing was that the raven didn’t leave me for dead this time. It actually dropped me off back where I’d left my backpack, which I was grateful for since I didn’t have to walk back naked. Hence why I lived alone. When my mother was around it was easier. Our ravens could talk to each other, and with one song she’d be able to find me. But now I was on my own, and it got harder and harder each time.

It was late as I approached the back of the motel. The raven had kept us out for hours this time. My body was sore from the shift, and I was exhausted as I entered the room. The last thing I expected was to find out that I was supposed to be back before curfew, like some teenager.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“I do not. Why does it matter?”

“I told you to stay put!” He shouted, pacing the room.

“I’m not going to stay locked up all day, Lee!”

I knew why he was pissed. I’d been practically missing all day. But how could I tell him I had no choice. That the raven and its incessant caw would fill my head, and if I rejected it in any way the power would bring me down to my knees and force the shift on me. If he ever saw that, he’d find me repulsive, and I didn’t want him to see me that way or think that of me. Because I didn’t want him to leave me. The realization hit me as I stood there, being chided by this grown man.

“What made you think you had permission to leave! Do you have any idea what’s out there right now! Why are you so damn selfish!” He shouted at me, and he finally hit the right trigger button.

"And why are you such a dickhead!" I fell into stride for a fight. I preferred to be pissed off than feel my heart break in two. Showing weakness wasn’t an option for me. And I would much rather him think of me as selfish, than find my darker side repulsive.

"You're certifiably unstable!" He shouted again and I came toe to toe with him. We were shooting daggers at one another and yet an electrifying thrill shot up my spine.

"How dare you?" I spat out.

"You are a thorn in my fucking side." He leaned in, his lips only fragments of an inch from mine.

"And you're the pain in mine."

His eyes dropped to my mouth, and I fisted my hands on either side of my hips, barely hanging on by a thread at this point.

His voice lowered as he stared at my lips. "I should put you over my fucking knee again. You deserve another spanking."

"Go on. I dare you to."

I didn't know why I uttered those words. The challenge was ever present in my eyes as his lip went from a snarl to the sexiest smirk I'd ever seen.

"You asked for it."

I yelped as he reached for me, gripping me tightly by the arm as he led me back to the chair where he plopped himself down and hauled me over his lap. I was wearing cutoff shorts which he tugged on so that they rose over my cheeks, the seam being yanked up against the crevice of my core. His grip on them was vice-like, but nothing like what came next.

I jolted on his lap as his hand smacked my exposed flesh. It stung and I could barely get my head around the sensation when another sound smack followed, and then another, and another. He was relentless in his punishment. Moving that ample palm of his hand along my flesh before issuing another series of smacks. I whimpered, more from shame than from pain. I was ashamed that I loved how my skin ran hot beneath his massive hands, drenching my panties. I moaned as he gripped my shorts tighter, the material wedged between my pussy lips, providing me with an agonizing pressure that only heightened these feelings of lust I was having.

I was wrapped around his knee, my breasts tender, rubbing against the rough material of his jeans. I noticed he was hard and knowing that only excited me more. His rough calloused hand was sliding beneath my shorts, squeezing my cheeks. He rubbed my flesh gently, easing the pain he'd caused.

"Does it hurt?" He said gruffly.

With my face buried in his thigh I whimpered. "A little."

He swatted my flesh again, grunting as I moaned, pushing my ass slightly into the air. I was lost in the fervor he was creating. My legs parted on their own accord, and I felt the muscles on his thighs tense up. His hand squeezed my flesh possessively, no longer gentle.

"Why do you push me to such limits?"

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