Jessica

 

Tied to a bed. I thought I’d like it, but this is ridiculous. I’ve lain here for hours. I need to pee. My arms are cramping. I can’t believe that he left me like this. He only tied my arms which makes me wonder why… I suppose I can’t do anything with my legs anyway. The thought of him inside of me swarms my brain like a sex-crazed lunatic. The way he took out his aggression on me. The way he felt hitting me so deeply that I yearned for him to stay there. I never wanted him to stop. I wanted to keep him there forever. I groan at the memory and squeeze my thighs tighter. My clit throbs with the need to be licked, sucked, touched. I need him. I roll my hips, trying to find some friction with the sweatpants I have on. Just the visions of him fucking me have me so turned on I can barely stand it. I shift and groan, pulling the ropes that hold my arms in place. God, I just need to come. A dark chuckle jolts me. My eyes snap open, and my head turns to see Phoenix leaning against the doorframe, his strong arms crossed over his chest.

“Having a problem?” he asks, knowing exactly what my problem is. I stiffen under his hooded gaze. When I don’t answer, he shoves off the frame and stalks toward me, muscles rippling with every step he takes. God, that man is delicious. Phoenix stops at the end of the bed, grabbing the sweatpants and ripping them off my body. I gasp as the cool air hits my exposed skin. I hold the moan in as he stares at me.

“If you needed relief, all you had to do was ask...” My breathing stalls. Phoenix climbs on the end of the bed, spreading my legs as he moves. The cool air slaps my wet pussy, making me arch into the air. Shit!

“So fucking wet. Tell me, Jess, what are you thinking about that made you this wet?” he says, his lips touching my inner thigh. His warm kisses skate over my skin as I gasp for air. Damn it! He’s driving me insane.

“Oh, God.” I cry as his lips continue up my thigh.

“No, baby. It’s just me… just Phoenix.” He chuckles.

“I need you,” I whine. His lips stop, his flesh leaving mine. I huff and pant, needing him to return.

“Tell me who you thought about. Who made you this wet?” His voice has hardened. I hate that tone he uses. I want him. He has to know that.

“You! Fuck, Phoenix! Every time with him I imagined it was you so that it wouldn’t hurt so much!” I scream, needing to get that off my chest. My body tenses after I let that explode from my mouth. What the hell was I thinking telling him that? Phoenix is still lying between my legs, but he hasn’t touched me again.

“Do you trust me, Jess?” What the fuck? He kidnapped me! He fucked me against a wall. He doesn’t believe me about Jake. How could I trust him? Deep down inside of me, I do. I trust that he will come to his senses and listen to me. I trust that he will believe that what Jake has done to me is real.

“I don’t know. I used to think I could trust you with my truths–but now I don’t know.” My admission is a slap in the face. I’ve known him for years. He’s never given me a reason not to trust him, but again, he’s Jake’s best friend, not mine.

“What if I told you that I trusted you.” I gasp. He doesn’t trust me.

“I’d say you are lying because you have me tied to a bed.” He chuckles, his warm breath dancing over my skin.

“I talked to Jake today. He wants to take you away. Away from me. Away from here, but I can’t let him,” he mumbles, laying his head on my thigh. His thick hair tickles my skin, making it hard to focus on what he’s saying.

“Why can’t you let him?” I ask, lifting my head so I can gaze down at him. His eyes are closed, his face etched with stress and tension.

“Because I’m not done with you. Because I want the truth.” His eyes slowly open. He watches me, watching him.

“What are you going to do when you are done with me?” I ask softly, afraid of the answer he might give me. Phoenix swallows hard, his eyes remaining hard as he looks at me.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be done with you… and that’s a bad thing.”

“Why is it bad?”

“Because I can’t keep you. You won’t give me the truth, and I can’t give you life.” He’s wrong. He can give me life–but am I willing to give him the truth that he wants to hear? Am I willing to tell him what Jake has already told him? He knows what happened between Jake and I. Jake told me so.

“What truth do you want?”

“All of it. I want to know everything, Jess.”

“You wouldn’t believe me.” I drop my head back onto the pillow, breaking our stare. Phoenix moves quickly, climbing up next to me. My arms are released from the ropes that had bound me to the bed all day. I slowly pull them to my chest, rubbing my wrists. Glancing over, I see Phoenix lying on his side, staring intently at me.

“Try me. The things I’ve learned over the last week have shaken me, Jess. They’ve made me think there is more going on around me than I know. I’m beginning to doubt my whole life.” What the hell has been happening to make him feel like that? I roll to my side, mimicking him. Our eyes are in a silent standoff that I’m worried we won’t be able to break. Phoenix reaches forward, brushing a piece of hair over my shoulder.

“You have to trust me. I’m losing it here, Jess. I’m barely holding on and I need to know the truth. Just tell me... If after that you want to go, I’ll let you.” My heart kicks up a notch. Would he let me leave? Just like that? Phoenix asked me to trust him, but should I? I swallow hard and close my eyes.

“Jake did it. Most of them anyway. Some are mine.” I hold my breath not wanting to see the look in his eyes. I can’t take it.

“Why did he do it?” His voice is strangled like he’s fighting for control.

“To keep me in line. To keep me from talking. For his own pleasure. I don’t know the reason, Phoenix…. He just does it.” I tell him as tears slowly leak from my eyes.

“Did it,” he says. I slowly pull my eyes open, and they lock with his dark ones.

“What?”

“Did it. Past tense. He won’t do it again.” How the hell can he know that? Jake is a loose cannon ready to fire at a moment’s notice. We all know it.

“You can’t know that.”  Phoenix smiles, and it’s the first time in a very long time that I’ve seen him smile like that. A true smile.

“I can know that. He isn’t going to touch you because I’m not going to let him.” Inching his face closer to mine, my breathing stutters in my chest.

“How are you going to stop him?” I ask softly. My heart is beating so quickly that I can barely keep myself focused.

“I’ll do whatever I have to do.”

“Why do you believe me? He’s your best friend.”