Owned (25 page)

That was all I needed, a glimpse of Erik Ead.

And. I. Came. Hard.

“Oh my fucking God….oh…my…God.”

I exhaled slowly and relaxed. I felt funny. I felt like I had to pee. Oh no. Something’s happening….

This orgasm is weird. Weird but…Oh…my…FUCKING…..GOD
..

And. I. Began….slowly…to….squirt.

The orgasm felt as if it started in my skull and was drawn through my spine.

“Holy…Jesus, Erik…I…..I …”

And he twisted. I opened my eyes.

What the…

Heaven. I just felt heaven.

Again.

Breathe, Kelli. In. In. Out. Hee hee who…

Another.

He was pulling the beads slowly out of my ass. Each time one passed, I felt as if I was going to die from the orgasm. He continued to forcefully fuck me and pop one out every few seconds. I closed my eyes and tried tensing up.

Pop.

Pop.

Oh. My. Goddamn. Fuck. Yes. Please God. Yes. Oh….my…

He pounded my pussy.

And pounded my pussy.

Pop.

And I relaxed and rolled my eyes.

Pop. Pop.

I can’t take this anymore, it’s happening again.
I’m going to explode.

He pulled his cock out, out and pulled the strand slowly, but at a predictable pace.

Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.

And. I. Exploded.

As I opened my eyes, I watched in amazement as I concurrently squirted cum all over the bed and Erik jacked his massive cock into a huge spurting orgasm all over my stomach and tits.

Oh my fucking God, I just squirted. I. Just. Squirted!

I screamed a bunch of nothingness and jibberish.

And I squirted a little more.

And then I screamed a little sense.

“Holy fucking Jesus God fucking fuck.
Don’t. Don’t even think about touching me,” I screamed.

“Stay away from me and let me have this, please,” I growled.

On his knees, he smiled, still holding his cock. A drop of cum hung from the tip.

“Who?” he asked.

Out of breath, my mind on another planet, I attempted to respond.

“Seriously?”
I stuttered. I absolutely butchered the word.

“Who?” he demanded.

“You sir.
Need you…even…ask?” I leaned up onto my elbows.

I had no idea where I was, but I wasn’t in my bedroom. I wasn’t anywhere familiar. I was elsewhere. Doubting that I would ever recover fully from whatever just happened, I opened my sewer of a mouth.

“If you ever, ever, ever stop fucking me.
Ever.
I will hunt you down. I will hunt you down, and I will kill you. You think Slick got it bad?
Stop fucking me.
Just stop. And see what happens.” I said in as angry of a voice as I could.

His mouth agape, and his cock still in his hand, he looked as if he didn’t know whether to laugh out loud or start choking me.

God I love being in trouble with this man.

KELLI.
“Right here?” I pointed at the floor in front of the bathroom.

I still couldn’t believe I was actually in his
house
. He had said that he didn’t even let any of the members of the club in this house. I felt special in many, many ways.

“Yes, right there, every morning while I brushed them,” he said, looking at the floor.

He seemed like he was in a trance. I’m sure this wasn’t easy for him.

“It was funny. She stood there while I brushed my teeth, until I went to college. Like a ritual. When I was young, she’d say, ‘Erik, make sure to brush those teeth and say the alphabet while you do, twice. No one will trust a man that doesn’t smile, and no one will want to see those teeth if they’re not white. And if you smile and don’t show your teeth, it isn’t a smile.’ As I got older, she just stood there and watched,” he pointed to the bathroom vanity.

“That toothbrush holder?” he said.

“Yes?” I asked.

“I’ve had that since I was as young as I can recall. The glaze is worn off of the porcelain,” he said.

I nodded and smiled.

“Come here, follow me, I’ll show you my room,” he said as he turned toward the hallway.

I followed him into his bedroom. The room was neat and orderly and didn’t have any clutter in it whatsoever.
About what I would have expected from him. The room in no way had any indication of his childhood, which didn’t surprise me, but it was pleasing that he had let his childhood go.

He opened his closet and pointed to the floor. Shoes littered the floor of the closet.

“Just like yours,” he laughed as he shut the closet.

“I think everyone does it,” I chuckled.

Heather had said he had ‘a little shitty house in Bel Aire’, which was not necessarily true. It wasn’t really little, and it was nowhere near shitty. It was a nice home in a nice neighborhood. The neighborhood was older, but considering that he grew up here, it couldn’t be a new neighborhood.

We
walked back into the kitchen and he turned around, facing me.

“You want something to eat? I’m kind of hungry,” he said.

“Sure, what are the options?” I asked.

“Well for breakfast type stuff, there’s yogurt and there’s cereal,” he responded.

“Type?” I asked.

“Greek various fruits, and Special K with strawberries,” he responded.

“I’ll take both, that orgasm last night wore me out,” I laughed.

“That mouth of yours is going to keep you in trouble. You know that, don’t you?”

“I like being in trouble with you,” I giggled.

“Sit,” he said, pointing to the table.

As he sat down at the table, I realized that this was the first time we had eaten anything together in a home of any kind. It was a nice change. Yogurt and cereal never tasted better.  As we ate, he looked around the house, smiling. It appeared that he was taking inventory.

“You remember that house by the airport,” he asked, shaking his spoon at me.

I shook my head.

“Seriously, you don’t remember the house I broke into?” he laughed.

“Oh,
that
house. Yes sir. I remember that house, I’ll never forget it,” I said, remembering the kitchen, and the sex we had in it.

“Did you like it?” he asked.

I nodded my head repeatedly as I took a bite of cereal.

“I rode by there the other day, it’s still for sale,” he said.

“Think the key’s still in the same place?” I asked, excited about fucking in the kitchen again.

“Well, I don’t know. I was meaning. Well, I was thinking when I rode by that. Well, I was wondering maybe if you would want to live there?” he asked.

“In the big house? The one we fucked in by the little airport?” I asked.

I immediately thought it was a joke, a trick, or that he was going to see about leasing it for me, because my lease was up in the loft I lived in.

“Yes, that house. I was thinking I’d buy it, and we could live there,” he said over a spoonful of cereal.

“The big house?”
I asked.

“Yes, Kelli. Still the same place,” he responded.

I thought of what may have happened. What may have changed. If this was even really happening.

“
You living there too?” I asked.

“Kelli, listen.
Carefully. You’re seriously having problems with English these past few weeks. I was thinking about buying the house by the airport, the one we broke into. I was thinking that if you wanted to, you could live there with me. We could be together in that house, living together. That is, if you want to,” he said as he placed his hands on the table.

“How would we pay for it? It’s huge,” I said.

“We wouldn’t be
paying
for it. I’d buy it. I have a little money set back,” he responded.

I nodded repeatedly.

“So you’d want to?” he asked.

I squeaked.

I am so fucking retarded sometimes.

I held my hand over my mouth, “Sorry, I got excited.”

“Is that a yes?”

I nodded repeatedly.

“Okay, good. Let’s get these in the dishwasher. We can go look at it, and I have some people I want you to meet,” he said.

“At the house?”
I asked.

“No, somewhere else.
It’s a surprise. I want you to meet them,” he said.

“Surprise people?” I laughed.

“Yes,” he said as he carried the dishes into the kitchen.

He rinsed the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. As he walked back into the dining area, He opened his arms and gave me a hug. I buried my face into his shirt and inhaled as he held me.

If we got that house together, I would just die. I would make him so happy if he had me with him every day that he would never give up on me. He would never, ever, ever feel like I wasn’t the person he would want to be with every day of his life. I would make him so proud of me that one day he would truly love me. He would. One day Erik Ead would love me.

“Okay, now this is truly a surprise, so I am going to have to blindfold you, just until we get there,” he said as he pushed on my shoulders, and moved me away from his chest.

I looked up and nodded.

“I’ve got some bandanas in the bedroom. I think if I tie a few together, we can make this work.”

As he tied them around my head, my eye lids pinched together. It was as black as the closet. He pulled them ever tighter, and tied the knot.

“There, can you see?”

I laughed.

“Well?”

“No, nothing,” I laughed.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

“Look down and look up,” he said.

“I can’t it’s too tight,” I said.

“Perfect. Stand right here, I’ll pull the car into the drive, and I’ll come right back in and get you. Don’t fuck with that,” he said as he slapped me on the butt.

I had no idea
that
was coming.

This is fun, like an adventure.

I heard the garage door open. And a car door shut. The front door opened.

“Ok, grab my arm,” he said.

I felt his arm touch mine. I followed him. I trust him. We walked a long distance.

“OK, stop. I’m just going to carry you to the car,” he said.

He picked me up and carried me.

“Okay, I’m going to put you down,” he said as he put me on the ground.

I heard the car door open.

“Okay, I’m going to stick you in here, so I’m going to pick you up again,” he laughed.

“Okay.”

“Don’t be wiggling around, okay?” he asked.

He picked me up and stuck me into the car seat. It’s really weird. When you can’t see, everything is different. I could smell the inside of the car so much better. It smelled different. It smelled brand new. I rubbed the seat. It felt fuzzy. This wasn’t Erik’s car. Erik’s car has leather interior. This is a different car.

I moved my arms around and felt the inside. This is a truck. We’re in a truck.
A new truck. It’s part of the surprise. Erik bought a truck. Oh God.

Erik in a truck.

Weird.

He opened the door and got in.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yep,” I half screamed.

“Okay,” he screamed as he buckled my seatbelt for me.

“Safety first,” I said.

“Unless you’re sucking my cock at 155 miles an hour,” he laughed.

“You went
that
fast the other day?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

I shook my head. I felt the truck start to move. I put my hands at my side and sat quietly as we drove. We made several turns and stopped a lot. I tried originally to keep track of how many times he turned and was going to try and guess where we were and see how close I was when he stopped, but I became really confused.

Erik didn’t talk much at all as we drove. Maybe he’s thinking about the house.
Or about me. Maybe being at his home upset him. I’m sure that it did. He’s made so many changes here in the last several months.

“You okay?” he asked.

I nodded.

“It reminds me of the night that you tied me
up and blindfolded me. It’s weird, you lose track of what’s going on, and everything. It’s like, even time. You lose track of time,” I said.

“Yes, you do. I did that on that night to prove a point to you, Kelli,” he said.