Fiendish: A Twisted Fairytale (9 page)

“Yes! More!” she screamed, lifting her hips in order to deepen the connection. 

I continued my pace, watching as she moved beneath me. She was on the brink of climax, but I pulled out and flipped her over. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I gave it a hard yank as I
roughly entered her from behind. She let out a small, surprise yelp but that didn’t stop me, instead I drove deeper and deeper into her moist body.

I slapped my hand hard against her ass cheek and listened to her hiss in pain. The sound made me smile, but I loved even more the quickly forming red mark in the shape of my hand that was now etched in her skin. I pulled back harder on her hair as I pushed into her with more force.

“Oh, god, yes!” she screamed.

Even though I knew she had climaxed, my pace didn
’t slow. Leaning forward, I cupped her breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers. She whimpered, torn between the pain and the pleasure. She was going to be fun to play with. That became apparent watching her reactions to the simple, little tricks that most women hated.

My arousal got harder thinking about pushing her to her limits. She liked pain, but she wouldn
’t soon. She let out a loud moan as she reached a second orgasm. With a few final thrusts, I was finished with her.

She rolled onto her back, panting heavily “I don
’t think I’ve ever been fucked like that.” She smiled, reaching out for me. 

I rolled my eyes at her vile language, moving just out of reach. Getting up, I tossed the used condom into the fire then pulled on my pants.

“Would you like a drink?” I asked, walking over to the bar.

“Sure, what do you have?” she replied, propping herself up onto her elbows.

“For you, something very special,” I replied with a wink. 

I mixed her drink and took a seat on the couch as I handed it to her.

“You haven’t asked me my name,” she said, before taking a sip of her drink.

I relaxed back on the couch. “Why would I need to know your name?”

She ran the cool glass seductively against her skin before taking another drink. She watched me over the rim of the glass as she finished it off before responding. 

She crawled over the couch. “Because how else will you know what to call me?” she replied, letting her hands run up my thighs.

Slowly, she slithered herself onto my lap, attempting to kiss me for a third time. This time I wasn’t so subtle with the rejection as I grabbed ahold of her face.

“I would appreciate you not trying to put your filthy lips on mine again,” I said, shoving her off my lap onto the floor.
The ice cubes and remaining liquid in her glass spilled onto her.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she screamed, standing to wipe the mess off her body
. I sat watching as she stormed over to where her discarded dress lay. She pulled it over her head before picking up her torn panties.

“Great, just great.
Do you know how much these cost me?”

Getting up from the couch, I poured myself another drink while she stared at me angrily.

“Well!” she said expectantly.

“Well what?” I replied, taking a sip of my drink.

“Home. Take me. Now!”

I sipped on my drink watching as she shook her head a bit. When she realized I wasn
’t making a move to finish getting dressed, she pulled her phone out of her coat pocket.

“Fucking perfect,” she mumbled under her breath.

She did that insane action of holding the phone up in the air to look for a signal. She stumbled towards the foyer, stopping to steady herself against the wall. I saw the effects of the drug taking hold. I put my empty glass down on the bar before walking over to her. She attempted to back away as I approached, but she stumbled and fell down. She shook her head some more as she fumbled with her phone. The device fell from her hands, and I kicked it farther out of reach.

She looked at me with such shock “Y
..you drug..” Before she could finish, she succumbed to the effects.

She
’s a feisty one.
I undressed her then threw her clothes into the fire before picking her up and carrying her to the cellar. Once she was secured in her room, I headed to the shower. I needed to wash her stench off me. I had been neglecting my other project, and I needed to rectify that situation.

Chapter 8

I flung my arm wildly at my alarm clock in an effort to quiet its annoying beeping.
 I pulled the covers up over my head, groaning at the thought of climbing out of bed. Reluctantly, I threw the covers back and sat up, giving my body a good stretch. It was going to take a lot of coffee for me to make it through the day, and I didn’t even like coffee. 

Rolling my neck to loosen the kinks, I placed my feet on the cold floor, the official start to another day.
 Today made two weeks since I’d last seen Seth. The last I’d heard from him was the reply to the text I sent him right before Thanksgiving. Macy tried to remain positive, and I tried not to show how much it really bummed me out. 

After all, he was just a guy that I barely knew.
 A sexy, sweet, charming guy, but still just a guy. I couldn’t even really call him a friend; he was just a guy. One that I dreamed of doing all sorts of unspeakable, amazing, devilishly wonderful things to me that I would never do in real life. Everything south of the border tingled with excitement just thinking about it. 

My lack of a sex life and Seth
’s disappearance made having to listen to Macy and the good doctor going at it even harder. Mitch came over for the first time after she called him when we got back from Charlotte. He was a nice guy, and it was interesting to see my friend act so ‘girly’ around a man.

He helped us hang Christmas lights outside, and then we watched a movie. I spent the rest of the night with my headphones on high trying to drown out the noises.
 I don’t even remember what time I finally drifted off to sleep. The house was quiet, so I guessed they were still sleeping. I opened my door and quickly made my way into the bathroom.

“Good morning.” I let out a scream when I saw a very naked Mitch standing in the middle of the room. “Care to join me?” he asked with a huge smile on his face before he just started laughing. “Your face is as red as your hair.”

My hands flew to my eyes in a delayed response to block my view of him since he didn’t seem to be making any move to cover himself.

“I
’m sorry I didn’t know you were in here. The door wasn’t locked. I’m sorry,” I stammered while fidgeting with the door. 

I heard the sounds of his laughter as I shut the door behind me.

“Why were you screaming?” Macy asked walking out of her room.

I shot her a death glare before storming to my room and slamming the door.
 This was not how I needed to start my day.

“What
’s your problem?” Macy asked as she barged in.

“It
’s bad enough you two kept me up last night, but having to see him in all his...his nakedness this morning…” My face turned red again just thinking about it. 

Macy started laughing.

“It’s not funny, Macy.”

“Yes it is, Lee.
 It has really been too long since you’ve seen a naked man. He’ll be out of the shower soon, and I will just drive you to work so you won’t be late.” She kept laughing as she walked out of my room.

I would have much rather taken the bus and been late if it meant avoiding the conversation I had with Macy in the car.
 I didn’t want to talk about Seth and why he hadn’t called or even texted me. 

“Did you let him know you were back in town?”

“No, Mace. I can take a hint.”

“Lee, come on.”

“No, it was fun while the fantasy lasted, but I won’t make a bigger fool of myself.”

Surprisingly, she let the topic drop. I pushed all thoughts of Seth out of my head when I walked into my office.

***

Standing propped up against the wall near the door, I watched as she began to stir. “Good morning, my Pet.”

“Oh, my head,” she groaned as she sat up. I could tell she was still groggy as she looked around, trying to make sense of where she was. “What happened? I remember the club, and great sex, and…where the hell am I?” she asked as the fog started to clear. “And where the fuck are my clothes?” she asked, jumping up off the bed.

“These are your new accommodations for the foreseeable future, and as for your clothes, well, I burned those.”

“What? What the hell is going on?” she screamed.

“I
’ve found you to be worth keeping, for now at least,” I replied calmly, unfazed by her outburst of anger.

“Worth keeping?
Are you crazy? You can’t just keep me, people will be looking for me,” she replied angrily.

“Actually, I can and will.
 As for people looking for you, well we both know that’s a lie. You live alone, you don’t work since you live off the money of your dead husband, and you don’t have any real friends to speak of. That means I can, and will, keep you for as long as I find you to be enjoyable.”

“How...how do you know that?” she asked, her anger turning into panic.

“I’ve been watching you, learning about you. I always study my potential new pets.”

I saw the fear in her eyes that she tried to mask as anger when she lunged at me.
 I grabbed her arm and spun her into a choke hold.

She really does have some fight in her.
I was getting excited as I thought of things I could and would be doing to her.

“Let go of me, you fucking psycho!” she screamed while struggling to break free.

I released her, and she fell to the ground. I put my hand out to help her up, but she slapped it away. Laughing, I couldn’t help but admire her fight and determination.
It will be a while before this one starts begging.
I had picked a good one with her.

Once she regained her footing, she stood in front of me and spat in my face.
 My hands clenched into fists at my side while she stood squarely in front of me daring me to hit her. I relaxed my hands and wiped the spit from my cheek, flinging it onto the floor. Turning as if to leave the room, I quickly spun back in her direction, grabbed her by throat and forcefully pushed her up against the hard stone wall. She couldn’t hide the fear on her face as she clawed at my hand, trying to pry it from around her neck.

“If you ever do that again, I won
’t hesitate to cut off your tongue a little at a time then feed it to you!” 

I tightened my grip before letting go, and she crumpled to the floor coughing and gasping for air.
 I left her there in a heap to think over things. There were errands I needed to run before going to see my redheaded beauty.

***

“Calida, in my office now,” Patrick’s voice boomed over the intercom.

 
Grabbing a notepad and pen, I got up from my desk and headed into his office. I was met with a disapproving eye when I entered. Patrick had been out of the office for the majority of the last two weeks dealing with clients. When he was here, he always gave me the same disparaging look. Being around Patrick made me nervous. Kerrin wasn’t the most friendly woman, but I could be around her without being made to feel like a small child. Every encounter, no matter how brief, I had with Patrick always made me feel that way.

“Have you met with Marco?” he asked.

I stood there racking my brain trying to figure out who the hell Marco was. I didn’t meet with clients, and there wasn’t anyone on the calendar by that name.

“The stylist.
I gave you his name and number the first day,” he clarified, sounding annoyed as usual.

“Oh, no sir.”

“Well, make an appointment; we have an event to attend on Thursday at the High.”

“Yes sir. Is there anything else?”

“No, but send Kerrin in.”

Turning, I exited his office quickly in search of Kerrin. She was in the drafting room working on revisions for the latest client. After letting her know Patrick wanted to see her, I headed to my desk and started rummaging through my purse. I hadn
’t looked at the piece of paper since the day he gave it to me.

“Shit!” I muttered angrily under my breath.

I thought about asking Patrick for a last name, but decided against it. There couldn’t be too many stylists in the city named Marco. Ten minutes of googling proved me correct. Marco was not pleased with the last minute notice or having to stay late to accommodate my schedule. He only agreed because I told him I worked for Patrick. He said he would bill extra for the inconvenience. I would rather not have to go see this man, but an event at the High Museum of Art had to be a big deal so I would have to suck it up. At least this once.

The remaining hours dragged on, and since most of my work was finished, it left me with plenty of time to daydream. Of course when those thoughts turned to Seth, I forced myself to
find more busy work. I ended up helping Kerrin by pulling fabric samples. All the running up and down the stairs got old but kept my mind occupied until it was time for me to go.