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This whole thing could have been resolved with a simple conversation, but my damaged princess wouldn’t give me the time of day.
Which resulted in extreme measures.
Shyla’s backyard was really nice, and the lush landscaping gave me plenty of places to blend in. It was early morning, only a little after six, but I knew Nora would be heading out for her run soon. Shyla was already at work, but before she left, she’d made sure I had clearance with the guard at the gate to come to her house. She’d even been nice enough to turn off the backyard alarm system, so I wouldn’t set it off.
Was what I was doing a little extreme? Probably, but something had to be done. According to Shyla, Nora wasn’t eating, and she was clearly depressed and missed me terribly. Foolish girl, she was torturing herself for no reason. One simple conversation would have cleared up all the bullshit.
The light behind the French doors of the lower level turned on, and a moment later, I spied Nora’s slender figure. She wore black leggings and a pale blue tank as she did some stretches before she put on her running shoes. Her hair was back in a ponytail, and as she stepped out the backdoor, I could see the dark circles beneath her eyes. She seemed paler than normal, and her freckles stood out as she looked down and stared to play with her phone.
She didn’t even notice me as I moved closer. Deep in her own world, she was oblivious to her surroundings. It wasn’t until I had one arm around her waist, the other around her mouth and lifted off her feet that she registered my presence. Her muffled scream vibrated behind my hand as she began to thrash wildly.
“Nora,” I barked in her ear. “Stop. It’s me, Tyler.”
She went limp for a moment before she fought all the harder. I’m pretty sure the words I could feel and barely hear her screaming at me were not complimentary, but at least she wasn’t trying to kick me in the balls anymore. Keeping my hand in place, I manhandled her over to the door.
“Open it.”
She made a negative sound and shook her head.
“Nora, either you open it or I’m paddling your obstinate little bottom right here in front of God, the seagulls, and the neighbors.”
She stilled again, then nodded. I didn’t let her go as she put her code in, and the welcoming ding of the alarm chimed when we went inside. Shyla’s place was ultra-modern, and the open living room/kitchen space was dominated by shades of gray and white. Totally not my girl, so I knew it wasn’t Nora’s furniture, but nice. The large ottoman in the sitting area before the big windows, in particular, would work for what I had in mind.
Turning to me, Nora put her hands on her hips and said, “What are you—?”
That was all Nora managed to get out before I pounced on her again. I didn’t waste any time getting out the cuffs I’d brought with me, or the ball gag I had in the pocket of my cargo shorts. The cuffs were lined with soft leather, so they wouldn’t hurt her wrists, and the ball of the gag was small, pink, and scented like bubble gum. I could see her register the taste even as her eyes shot fire at me and she weakly struggled against my grip. Considering I was more than double her size, it didn’t take me long at all to have her subdued.
When she tried to stand and run away, I gave her ass a solid smack. “Behave. Now you will sit there and listen to what I have to say, or I swear I will turn that cute little ass so red you won’t sit without a pillow. Got me?”
I don’t know if it was my pissed off tone, or my stance, but her eyes went wide, and she slowly nodded. Satisfied she would behave—at least for the moment—I led her over to the large gray ottoman and sat her down. Bound, muffled, she was obedient and relaxed in the way only a woman with a submissive heart could be when someone else took control. Bright sunlight broke through the clouds for a moment. It poured in through the floor to ceiling windows, bringing out the red in the whites of her eyes. Now that she’d calmed down a bit, I noticed how tired she looked, how worn down and just plain sad. It broke my heart a little to see her like this when I knew she was only hurting herself.
Crouching before her so we were eye level, I placed my hands on her bare thighs and said, “I gave you the key to my house. I wasn’t asking you to move in with me. I gave you my key because we’re still fucking around with the security system at work, and I was going to be doing more long hours at Club Wicked. My girls get really lonely without anyone to love on them, so I was going to ask you to come visit with Mia and Tia when you had the time. Or spend the night, so when I finally made it home, I’d find my cats and my girl sleeping in my bed waiting for me. And when I called it ‘our’ house I wasn’t even really paying attention because Donya was talking in my ear and updating me on Greg’s condition.”
