CHAPTER NINE
ANNABELLE
At five-thirty Elliot is banging on my bedroom door.
“Come on Annabelle, you know if I’m late my mother will lecture me on proper etiquette. If I have to hear it one more time, I’m going to punch someone!”
“Yeah, yeah, calm your tits, Einstein. I’m just trying to get my stockings on.” I holler back through my closed door.
I barely finish the sentence when he’s barging through the door and making a beeline straight for me.
“What do you think you’re doing? Get out!” I shout at him.
“We don’t have time for this!” he says, frustrated.
He kneels in front of me and takes the top of the thigh high stocking from me, pulling it up my leg and under my dress. His knuckles graze across my thigh, making my center clench and my breathing hitch. He starts to pick up my skirt to attach the garters when I snap out of my daze.
“Get out Elliot, or I’m not going.”
He clears his throat and leaves the room without looking at me.
*****
I had such a good time at the dinner party, even though I had to stand the entire time since all the chairs were metal. Laughing while Elliot was getting worked up over nothing always makes for a fun evening for me. His mother always has to ask if he has taken me “off the market yet,” and it always gets a rise out of him. I was even able to drag him out on the dance floor, convince him to spin me around a few times.
The food was as terrible as we expected it would be, tiny little creations of weirdness that we couldn’t identify, but the wine was delicious. I may have had one or four glasses too many, but frankly, I needed it. I needed to let loose, and I knew Elliot would make sure I got home safely.
*****
I wake up around midnight in only my bra, garters, and stockings (I didn’t wear underwear on account of the bruises) face down on top of my blankets. But he’s here. I can feel his eyes on my skin. I don’t know whether to be angry or excited or both. My ass still hurts, it’s still bruised, and I don’t want to be one of those freaks who enjoy getting spanked. I’m not like that!
“I know you’re awake, Kitten.” His voice comes from directly behind me.
“I’m not your Kitten. My name is Annabelle.” I say harshly.
Angry it is I guess.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Kitten. You are mine, and when you are like this, spread out before me like a banquet, you are my Kitten. You are mine to do what I want, mine to control, mine to pleasure.”
I tense when I feel his hand touch the back of my thigh above my knee, slowly making its way upward.
“Pleasure? You mean beat with a ruler?” My voice shakes, I’m angry, but I’m also trying not to cry.
I’m just so overwhelmed with everything he has done in the last few days.
“Punish. That was a punishment that I’m betting you learned quite a lesson from. You won’t be pleasuring yourself without my permission again, will you?”
“It’s my body. I will do with it what I want!” My voice is rising while I try to hold onto my anger instead of becoming a puddle of lust at his feet.
I’m still lying on my stomach, refusing to look at him.
“I own your body, Annabelle. It is my fuck toy to use and play with, for both of our benefits. You need a controlling hand to blossom, to find your pleasure. You like pain, having someone control you, submitting to someone and there is nothing wrong with that. I like to dominate, to inflict pleasure and pain when the need arises. I like to be in control.”
“I’m not a freak. I’m not what you think I am.”
He chuckles at me, “Shall we put that to the test? I’m betting you’re wet right now, and I’ve barely touched you.”
He takes his hand off my thigh and touches my outer lips, a light touch, but enough to force a moan from me.
A sob chokes from my throat, and I curl into myself, “Why did you leave me?” I whisper.
His hand stills against my lips.
“Leave you? What are you talking about?”
Now I’m crying, almost sobbing, “In the bathroom! You beat me, fucked me, then left me there all alone like I was a cheap whore covered in your cum!” I scream at him.
PURSUER
Seeing my Kitten like this breaks my heart. I was ready to rip into her for the lip she was giving me, but now all I want to do is make up for my grievous oversight, and that is exactly what I intend to do.
“Come here, Kitten,” I open my arms for her.
She turns, sits propped on a pillow on her hip and scoops away from me.
“NO! All you want to do is hurt me! I thought you loved me! I thought you wanted to protect me! All this time, I’ve been waiting for you.”
She’s angry, confused, and I have no one to blame but myself for it. I will take her angry words because I deserve them.
“Elliot keeps interfering with my love life, keeps men away, but I didn’t care because I knew you were there. It was all because of YOU!”
She ends with her finger pointing straight at me. I have to fix this. I have to make her see that this is not how this is supposed to go.
“Kitten, I am not asking. I am telling you to bring your sexy little ass over here right now. You’re right, it was my job to take care of you. I failed you in the worst way possible. Now, please let me make it up to you. If that is not your wish, tell me now, and I will leave, and never return.”
I have no idea what has come over me, but I must ensure she forgives me. I cannot live without her trust. I sit on the bed and lean toward her huddled form in the center.
“Please Kitten, come and let me care for you the way I should have.”
I hold my hand out to her again, begging with my eyes and my heart for her to take my hand.
“Please…”
I will not cry. I will respect her if she says no. I love her enough to let her go.
Slowly she reaches her tiny hand out to me and places it in my hand.
“Thank you, Kitten, thank you,” I say as I breathe out a sigh of relief. Not all hope is lost.
“Don’t ever do that to me again. I am not just some hole for you to stick your dick in. I want to be your Kitten, and you are my Psycho.”
Her cheeks begin to flush after she finishes. Interesting, she has a pet name for me as well.
I chuckle, “Psycho, huh? I like it. Come with me, Kitten.”
I lift her tiny form up into my arms and carry her into the bathroom. No lights of course, but I have tried to make the bathroom as calming as possible. Her large soaker tub is full of Epsom salt and lavender oil, and what I hope is still warm water, from the bath I drew while she was still sleeping. Only one candle is lit, just enough light to not stub my toe on anything.
I reach down to check the water, satisfied with the temperature, I remove my clothes, except my boxers, knowing if I take them off there will be no stopping me from ravaging her all over again, but now is not the time.
I then remove her lingerie and place both of our bodies into the warm water. My back is against the tub with her straddling me, her head on my chest. I love seeing my marks on her, but I should never have left her like that. I knew she was inexperienced with this type of relationship and wouldn't know how to care for herself properly afterward. If I wasn’t so hot-headed and reckless…I will do better next time. Show her with actions how much she truly means to me. I never want to see that doubt in her eyes again...Suddenly, I feel her palm against my cheek.
“Oh, you have facial hair? I did not feel that before.” She says more to herself than to me. “Am I ever going to be able to see you?”
“You need to know me before you see me, Kitten. The feelings I have for you go beyond anything your eyes will be able to tell you. To answer your question, I haven’t shaved in a day or two. Normally I’m cleanly shaven. You have been asleep for quite some time. I wanted to ensure you were alright after your ‘friend’ dropped you off.”
“Ooooh, is someone jealous?” she says with a little smirk.
The only thing I’m jealous of is not being able to touch her in the daylight.
“How can I be jealous of a man who has had all this time to claim you, but you still think of no one but me? As you said, I have claimed all your thoughts for some time now, as you have mine. I am yours. I am just waiting for the time for you to be mine.”
Leaning towards me, she captures my lips. It’s a soft kiss, just a touching of lips, but my cock still flexes between her thighs just the same as if it was a ravaging kiss.
“I am yours. You are my Psycho, and I am your Kitten,” she whispers against my lips.
“Your body may belong to me now, Kitten, but I want something even more precious. I want your heart.”
ANNABELLE
“My heart?” I whisper, “You’ve had my heart since the first time I felt you watching me.”
Reaching in between us, I search for the opening in his boxers, so I can feel the skin of his dick that’s been teasing me against my hand.
“Annabelle, stop.”
He says in a firm voice, holding my wrist in his hand to stop my movements. “We are not having sex right now. This is about me showing you how much you mean to me. This is about me taking care of you.”
“I want to show you how much you mean to me too,” I whisper to his chest, afraid of him getting angry at for me arguing.
A heavy sigh escapes him, “You can show me that by submitting to me. Let me care for you the way I should have and once you’re healed up, allow me to pleasure you how I see fit. That is how a submissive shows her Dominate how much they care.”
“Will you teach me?” I ask hesitantly, I’ve never done anything like this before and I’m afraid. “I’m scared.”
“Of course, I will. I want nothing more than for us to succeed. I will train you to the best of my ability, but you must be open to learning and following my directions.”
He runs his hand through my hair, and brings my head down towards him and kisses my forehead.
I curl into him, my face in the crook of his neck and the rest of my body relaxes against him.
“That’s my good girl,” he says quietly against my hair. I don’t understand why but it makes me happy, hearing his praise.
I must have fallen asleep because I wake up to him putting me in my bed.
“Please stay with me,” I say as I look toward his shadow.
“I’ll be right over by the window, sitting in my favorite chair.” He says, reassuring me. He kisses my hair and takes a few steps back from the bed. I immediately reach for him.
“Wait! I want you to stay here, in bed, with me. Please?” I say the last word in a whisper, afraid I sound clingy.
“Let me find my pants, and I’ll be right back. If we are both get into bed naked, I will be unable to control myself. You are too tempting for your own good. Stay right there, and I will get in on the other side.”
I close my eyes and hear him searching for his clothes, they won’t be comfortable to sleep in, but that’s not my problem. As I start to drift off to sleep again, I feel the blankets lift and the bed dip as he climbs in. I’m lying on my side facing him; he rolls to his side, so he is facing me and pulls me against his chest. My top leg hooks over his hip, his top leg goes between mine, we wrap our arms around each other, and I snuggle my cheek under his chin. Perfect.
*****
When I wake the next morning, I’m still wrapped in his arms. It takes me a minute, but the fog clears my brain, and I realize that he is still here. In the daylight. I can see him!
My eyes shoot open as my head pulls back, expecting to find Jared, but who I find is Elliot.
I put both of my palms against his chest and shove him as hard as I can.
“What the fuck Elliot? What are you doing here? He was here! He was holding me! What did you do?!? Did you run him off? Get the fuck out of here!”
As I yell questions at him, I continue to shove at his chest, on the last question he falls off the bed, taking the blankets with him. Suddenly cold, and naked, I get off the bed and grab my robe, tie it around me as I stomp towards him. Elliot is standing next to my bed, hands on his hips looking pissed off, but I just don’t care.
He’s ruined EVERYTHING!
“Are you kidding me, Annabelle? It’s me! I am him!” Elliot shouts back at me, raising his arms in the air.
“No, it’s not! It’s Jared! Get out! You’ve ruined everything!” I scream at him while pointing to the door. “I have to find him, apologize for you bursting in here and kicking him out! Go away!”
“This is bullshit,” Elliot says as he storms out of my apartment, slamming the door behind him.
I rush to get clothes on, not even looking to see what it is that I'm grabbing. If they’re clean, dirty, match, nothing matters except getting to Jared and making him forgive me for Elliot being an asshole.
What day is it? Sunday? He'll be at church!
The time on the dashboard of my Honda accord says 10:42 a.m., I have 17 minutes before mass let's out. I can make it there in time, barely.
I'm running red lights and stop signs, hoping that I can catch him before he leaves the church.
Finally, I'm squealing to a stop a block from the church. Cars line both sides of the street, and I know this is as close as I will get. 10:56 a.m., I made it, I run down the sidewalk yelling at people to get out of my way as I do. I make it to the front doors just as they open, my heart is racing, and my breathing is labored, but I don’t care. I'm standing on the sidewalk at the bottom of the stairs, directly in the way of everyone trying to leave. He'll have to walk past me. I'm hunched over trying to catch my breath when I feel a hand on my back.
“Annabelle? What are you doing here? Are you okay?” Jared says to me as he squats down to look me in the eye.
“JARED!” I shriek as my brain catches up, I throw myself at him knocking him off balance.
“Woah AB, what's wrong babe?”
Jared has his arms wrapped around me tightly since I have a death grip on his neck with my arms.
I start to sob, “Jared I'm so sorry! Elliot is such a jerk! I wanted you to stay last night, all night, and he ruined our perfect morning by kicking you out!”
I'm crying, big ugly tears now and I can't get my breathing under control, but I continue to try to talk anyway.
“Please….for…..me…..I…….*sobs*....you…..back…..” is all I'm able to get out.
“Slow down. Take a deep breath. What the hell are you talking about?”
Jared manages to pull me back by my shoulders. The crease forming between his eyebrows shows how confused he is.
“Hug,” is all I can say, so he pulls me back in for a tight hug and rubs my back as I calm down. After a while, I get control over myself again, and we stand, making our way away from the throng of people trying to exit the church.
“Okay, what is going on? What about last night and Elliot being a jerk?”
Jared’s face is full of confusion and concern that I'm a nutter and he's afraid I'm going to have to be committed.
“Last night, you were at my apartment, and we fell asleep after the bath.” I start to tell him but realize he probably doesn't know that I figured out that he's my Psycho. “Jared, it's okay, I know who you are. You don't have to hide from me anymore. I'm your Kitten, and you’re my Psycho.”
Jared rears his head back, “Wait. What? Annabelle, I wasn't at your apartment last night. Kitten? Psycho? Are you feeling okay?”
He puts his hand on my forehead I assume to check for a fever.
“I think you need to see a doctor.”
Jared is holding my arms again and looking nervous for the first time in his entire life.
I can’t keep the smile off my face. I’m just so relieved to have figured out who my Psycho is.
“Jared, it's okay. You don't need to hide anymore. We can be together, just how you want. I know about your piercing, you must have gotten that after we broke up, but I can't wait to feel it again.”
I can tell that I’m talking faster than normal, I’m excited and I can’t get control over it. Grabbing onto his shirt, I start to pull it out of his pants.
“I want to see it. Please let me see it. Right here, right now.” I beg as I reach for his belt buckle.
“Jesus Christ, Annabelle!”
Jared grabs my arms to try to stop my over-eager hands.
“What are you doing? I don't have any piercings. You know that! Stop that!”
Jared yells but I'm not listening, it has become my mission to see his dick and the steel hoop that pierces it. It’s called a Prince Albert piercing. I looked it up.
Jared keeps trying to grab my hands but he's not fast enough, I shove my hand inside his pants and boxers until I get my hand on his dick. I let out a sigh as I find what I’m looking for. His cock starts to harden in my hand, and that excites me, as he lengthens and hardens more and more, but then I realize that there's no hoop. I look up at him, and I can see the struggle on his face, the concern for me, the pleasure of having my hand on him, and the fear of being caught in front of the church getting a hand job.
“Where is it?” I say in a hollow voice.
Am I wrong? Is it not Jared?
Jared moans quietly, unaware that I am frantically searching his now hard cock for the beloved hoop. That hoop has brought me amazing pleasure, I'm sure he's my Psycho, so where is it. I wrack my brain for signs that I misread.
My hand stills in Jared’s pants, suddenly a shrill voice from behind me says, “Jared, are you coming, Son?” and Jared pushes me away from him, hard.
I lose my footing and fall back onto the cement, smacking my head when I land, and everything goes black.