Page 12 of Safe and Sound

“Where do you really want me to stay, Ren? The couch? Outside on the patio thing you were talking about?”

He points to the bed, and we have a stare-off before the worry and certainty that he isn’t kidding starts to sink in. Instincts kick in and I drop my bag and take off running with one goal in mind…GET OUT!

I’m halfway down the hallway before I’m lifted off my feet and brought back to a hard body behind me.

“Oh, sweetheart,” his voice comes right at my ear stirring the tiny hairs around my temple, “I told you not to run.”

His voice comes out as hardly more than a purr as he turns us and carries me back to the open double doors. I kick out and try to grab the door handle of one of the closed doors along the hall, but Ren is quick, and I can’t seem to stop our momentum no matter what I try. It’s easy to forget how big he really is and how much taller he is to me when he is usually in a suit. He’s sneaky fit keeping it all under his button-up shirt and tie. It's also probably easy to forget because he never really got close enough to me for it to matter. He never picked me up, never put his hands on me. Now, it’s like he can’t seem to keep his hands off me.

I’m tossed on the bed before I can think of what to say to stop whatever he thinks is going to happen. I try to crawl away, but he grabs my ankles and pulls me back. I try to wiggle away from him but he straddles my legs and puts his hand in the middle of my back and I am good and truly stuck.

“Damn it, Ren! Let me go! You know this is craziness. Mom and Ben…”

“Aren’t here, sweetheart! And I told you exactly what would happen if you ever tried to run from me again.”

His hands come around my waist and he has my shorts unbuttoned and unzipped faster than I can reply to his stupid comment about Mom and Ben not being here.

“No! Ren, do not…!”

My words are cut off by a squeak when his hand comes down on my jean clad ass before he yanks my jeans and panties off me and pulls my legs over his lap.

Oh, dear God! He…can see everything! I know he had me just as bare in the club but I was standing up and it was dark in the supply closet. How much could he see? Now, the room is lit, and he has me spread over his legs. If he wanted to look all he would have to do is turn his head and look down!

“No, Ren! Please!”

He traps my legs with his and continues to hold me down so I can’t squirm away.

“Oh, sweet girl, you need to understand…you never run away from me. Running to me is good, wonderful even, but never away from me.”

His hand lands when his words stop and the force shakes me scooting my breasts across the bed and causing an immediate throb to burst inside of me.

“Stop, Ren!” This time when I plead with him there’s an edge of urgency to it. “Stop!”

He gives my bare ass another pop before he starts rubbing the abused flesh. I focus my energy so I can fight against his hold and try to rear up but it does me no good.

“You keep trying to get away from me and I will strip you completely naked, Stella!”

Oh my God!

His hand lands again and again as he lets loose a volley of smacks, each vibrating through me and causing my clit to throb painfully. One cheek and then the other. Even worse than the smacks are the rubs he gives me in between. Those have me tensing up and begging harder.

“Please, please. You don’t understand.”

One swat. I can feel my heartbeat in my clit. Two swats. Even my lips down there are swollen and achy as they open in an invitation. Three swats. My body becomes brittle, and I can’t take in enough air. The fourth time he swats my ass my body breaks and all I can do is bury my face in the covers and scream.

Muscles start quaking and pulsing as liquid heat rushes from me in an embarrassing amount.

“Oh, princess.” I squeeze my eyes together and try to close my ears too. I don’t want to hear to what he is going to say. Then I tense as a rough finger sinks between my swollen, wet lips which has me gasping out loud and trying to pull away from him.

“Shit! Look how pretty you are with your cherry red ass and that dripping wet cunt!”

His finger makes the same journey through my aching flesh again and all I can do is whine out. “No!”

“Yes!” He smacks my ass cheek again. “This is fucking everything!”

I whimper and try to drag myself away. He squeezes my warmed flesh and growls before adding a finger to swipe through the mess I’ve made.

His touch leaves me, and I start to relax. “Estella. Look at me.”

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