I flipped through the channels, pausing on a news broadcast. It took me a moment to realize why it looked so familiar. The reporter stood in front of my aunt’s home and told of a horrific murder. A picture of my aunt flashed across the screen and I put my hand over my mouth from the shock.

William was quickly by my side. He pulled the remote from my hand a flicked through a couple channels before dropping it and pulling me into him.

“Shh… It’s okay.” His hand stroked my hair.

“I can’t do this,” I whispered into his shoulder. His body tensed but quickly relaxed.

“I’ll help you through this,” he promised.

I squeezed him and nodded as one of my tears fell onto his shirt.

“Nothing can hurt you anymore. I won’t let it.” There was a steel determination in his voice as his hand drifted to my back as he rubbed it.

“Thank you.” I kissed his neck and he pulled back from me. He wiped my tears with the back of his hand. I grabbed it with my hand and held it there, closing my eyes.

“Let’s get you something to eat.” He stood from the couch and held onto my hand, pulling me to my feet. He led me to the bar in the kitchen and I sat on a stool as he walked around and grabbed two plates. He sat one down in front of me and my stomach immediately growled. He had made subs, complete with a handful of chips on the side.

“Thank you,” I said as I popped a barbeque chip in my mouth.

“It’s not my best cooking, but I figured you had to be hungry.” He ran a hand through his hair and took a seat next to me.

“No, I mean for everything. For being there for me.” I smiled at him. His fingers tipped my chin up to look him in the eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere, Emma. You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.” He laughed and my smile grew.

“Why would I ever want to get rid of you?”

He shook his head and turned back to his plate.

“Eat. You need your energy.” With that, we both ate in silence. I tried my best not to think of the latest loss in my life. Instead, I counted my blessing. William was a blessing. It made my heart ache that he didn’t think so. He seemed always to be waiting for the moment that I told him I didn’t want him anymore. I made a mental note to kick Abby’s ass if I ever saw her again for all the pain she had caused him. I knew it wasn’t entirely her fault. His parent’s had been equally responsible for how damaged he had become.

I glanced over at him as he finished his sandwich. I had barely taken a few bites of mine.

I felt his eyes on me and glanced over at him.

“You have barely touched your food.” He gestured towards my plate.

“I’m not really that hungry.” I shrugged and sat my sandwich down.

“Eat,” he said sternly.

“I’m really not that…”

He cut me off, his eyes hard and cold. “I’m not asking.” With that, he got up and took his plate to the sink. I picked up my sandwich and took another bite.

I watched him wash the dishes as I shoveled the food into my mouth. His muscles pulled under shirt as he washed and dried the dishes, and then again, when he reached to place them in the cabinets. God he was perfect.

He moved to the fridge and grabbed a soda, sitting it down in front of me. I popped the last bite into my mouth and nodded to thank him.

“Good girl.” His fingertips traced along my jaw as he grinned.

My face flushed and his words sent electricity throughout my body. How did he do that? He made me forget anything bad in my life. My world revolved around him now. I swallowed and cracked open my soda as he turned back to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of amber liquid. He grabbed a few glasses from under the island and sat them in front of us.

“I don’t know about you, but it has been a long day and I could use a drink.” He grinned as he poured some of the alcohol into the glasses.

“Thanks.” I smiled and picked up the glass, smelling it. “Ohh…” I said pulling the glass away from my face. He laughed. It resonated from deep in his chest.

“Don’t ever hesitate. You have to just go for it or you will talk yourself out of it.” He pushed my hand back towards me. I took a deep breath and drank it down. It burned its way down my throat and I slammed down the empty glass and grabbed my soda, chugging a long sip. He laughed again and grabbed the bottle to pour another drink. He shook his head, highly amused.

“Again. This time, no chaser.” He sat the glass in front of me again, and I eyed it cautiously. “Drink it,” he said slowly, enunciating each word.

I grabbed the glass and dumped the fiery liquid down my throat. I coughed slightly and brought my hand up to my lips.

He smiled and drank back his glass down effortlessly. He sat it down with a solid thud. “Good girl.”

I beamed with pride at the way he praised me.

“More?” He held up the bottle.

I nodded and bit my lip as I waited for the next drink. My body was already warning and I felt like I could finally relax.

We drank again, this time I didn’t cough. Instead, I yelled. “Woo!” I sat my glass back on the counter and slid it towards him. He licked his lips and glanced back at my face.

“I think that is enough for now.”

I pouted and he reached over the counter, rubbing my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “Let’s go have some fun.” He tilted his head towards the elevator and raised an eyebrow. I blushed and looked down at my glass as he made his way around the counter and took my hand.

Chapter Eight

The night was a blur of pleasure and pain. William guided me to a high bench. He made me strip off all of my clothes except for my panties. I lay my body down over the cold vinyl and waited for him to secure my hands above my head. When he finished he moved to my legs, spreading them as wide as they would go. He didn’t tie them down. Instead, he whispered a warning into my ear.

“If you move your legs, I will punish you.” My body went rigid. He added, “You will f**king love it.”

I sighed. His words did amazing things to me. I couldn’t wait to feel him touch me. I craved it. I needed it. He pulled back and I heard him doing something behind me. The anticipation was killing me.

“Do you remember the safe word?” He asked as his fingertips trailed light up the back of my thigh.

“Oh… god…”

Something came down fast and hard against my backside. I squealed with pain.

“Wrong.” His hand came down again. The stinging sensation was soon replaced with the soft tingle of his fingertips. He ran his hand over my aching backside and ghosted over my wetness.

“Flower,” I panted. As the words left my mouth his finger dipped inside of me. “Ahh… yes… flower.”

His fingers stopped and he pulled out of me, leaving me empty and aching for more. He leaned over, his breath tickling my ear.

“Are you using your safe word?” His eyebrows were pulled together.

“What? No… no…” I turned my head to look at him. He smiled and swatted my bottom.

“Stay still.” He repositioned himself behind me.

I giggled, the alcohol definitely making me feel more adventurous.

His hand slid over me and it was moist. A warming sensation followed the trail left by his fingertips. He slid over my folds and I pressed my lips together, trying not to moan.

He chuckled softly. “You can moan. I want to hear you enjoying this.” His fingers slid down over me again, this time pulling back further until he reached my lower back. I stiffened as his fingers brushed over my ass.

“Just enjoy it, Emma,” he encouraged as his other hand slid over my bottom. He reached between my thighs. I relaxed again as rubbed small circles on my nub.

“Oh… god!”

His other hand dipped two fingers inside of me and pulled back to rub over me again. I didn’t flinch this time as he slipped over my backside. His other hand was too distracting to care.

“Good girl,” he praised. I smiled to myself as he repeated the process over and over. His fingers trailed up my ass, spreading the warm liquid. This time he pushed against my smaller hole with his finger. I gasped and tugged against my wrist restraints.

“Shh…” I felt something else now at my entrance. His hardness pushed into my folds and I cried out as his finger went deeper in my ass. His hips moved against me quickly.

It was an odd sensation, being filled so completely. It was also very terrifying.

“William,” I panted as he continued to grind into me.

“Emma, I want you. Every part of you. I can’t help myself.” His words melted away any concern I had. I ground back against him. He let out a primal groan.

“Let me take you. Please let me take you. I can’t wait any longer.” He slipped out of me. I immediately missed our connection. He positioned himself at my backside, gripping onto my hip painfully tight. “Relax.” His hand slipped off my hip and around me, sliding against my throbbing core.

“Ahh… yes!” He pushed against my ass, slipping inside slightly. “Ahh…” I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. His fingers worked faster.

“Do you want me to stop?” His breathing was heavy. My body began to shake with impending release.

“No.” My words came out in a deep moan. He pushed against me slipping further inside. Painfully slow, he pushed himself into me. The stretching and burning sensation was almost too much. When I felt his hips finally lay against me, I breathed out hard.

“This is mine, Emma. Every part of you is mine.” He slowly pulled back. The feeling was overwhelming. “Tell me, Emma. I need to hear you say it.”

I struggled to catch my breath.

“Every part of me is yours.”

His pace quickened slightly as he continued the small circles with his fingers. I felt my body responding to his desire and I was on the verge of coming.

“Mine,” he panted as he pumped harder into me.

“Yes… I belong to you… William.” I cried out as it all became too much. My words triggered his release and he stilled behind me as we both came together.

“Jesus Christ,” he growled as he slowly removed himself.

He undid my wrists and I stumbled as I tried to stand. My entire body ached and I knew once the alcohol wore off it would be much worse.

William gathered our clothing and wrapped his arm around my waist as he guided me to the elevator doors. I leaned against his body as we rode down to his main living area.

He walked me to the bedroom and I sat down at the foot of the bed as he turned and quickly left the room. My heart stopped beating for a second as I thought of him pushing me away again as he used to. I moved and crawled under the covers, curling up on my side.

William retuned with a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin. He stopped short of the bed and his expression changed.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

I realized that his new look was of panic.

“No… no… it’s nothing. I’m fine.”

He took a hesitant step closer. “Are you sure?” he asked.

I pushed myself up into a sitting position. “It’s nothing a little medicine and your touch can’t cure.” I smiled and he returned the gesture.

“Here. I thought you may be a little sore.” He handed me the glass of water and opened the pill bottle, dumping two into the palm of his hand. I took the pills and popped them into my mouth. I took a long sip of water, then handed him the glass.

“Thank you.”

He smiled again and climbed into the bed, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against him. I listened for his breathing to steady and deepen. When he finally drifted off, I allowed myself to relax and get some sleep.

Chapter Nine

My head throbbed and I groaned at the light that filled the room.

“You okay?” Williams hand stroked the side of my face, looking like he had broken his favorite toy. I smiled slightly and struggled to open my eyes.

“I’ve been better.” I looked over at him. He was frowning. “It was worth it, though.”

He smiled and wrapped his hand in my hair, pulling my mouth to his.

“Mmmm…” I moaned as I felt him grow even happier against my thigh. It was surprising how my body always responded to William. He did something to me that I never thought was possible. He kissed me quickly on the forehead and pulled back from me.

“Where are you going?” I huffed and propped myself up on my elbow. He turned around to shoot me a smile and grabbed the bottle of aspirin off the dresser. He handed me two and the water from last night. I took them gratefully as my eyes danced over his hard naked body. God, he was perfect.

“Come on.” He inclined his head towards the door. I furrowed my brow as I handed him back the glass of water.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I slipped out from under the covers and planted my feet on the ground. He grabbed my hand and pulled to a standing position. His manhood brushing against my thigh. The look in his eyes turned to desire.

“Let’s go get cleaned up before we get ourselves dirty again.” He grinned wickedly and pulled me behind him to the bathroom.

I watched him as he adjusted the water until he got it at just the right temperature. He turned back to me and ran his fingers over my cheek. My face heated at his intense gaze.

“You are so beautiful.”

My knees went weak with his words. I waited for him to laugh, or crack a smile but he remained serious. I looked down at my feet but his fingers grabbed my chin, tilting it toward him.

“You really are.”

I tucked my hair behind my ear, my eyes dancing over his perfectly chiseled face. His hand began to stroke my hair.