“You don’t get a say over what happens here, anymore.”What the hell does he mean by anymore?He grips both my wrists with one hand and moves them over my head, clutching them with his hand still cuffed to the bed. He lowers his body, laying completely on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his knees, and I feel the panic starting to rise in me.
“What are you doing?” I quickly question before the laugh bellows out of him once again.
“Is this not what you wanted? You cuff me to the bed. You didn’t want this?”
“No.” I shake my head rapidly before I feel his cock hardening against me. His eyes trail down my body, before he looks back up at my face. A sinister look, looking back at me.
“What’s wrong? Are you trying to tell me that you don’t want me to fuck you?”
I don’t look at him, because I know that if I do I won’t be able to lie to him with my answer. My body seems to react to his even if I don’t want it to, only I don’t want it like this. He reaches down and yanks on my yoga pants.What the fuck!I panic as I try to figure out how to get him off of me. “No.” I scream out, finally able to lie, and tell him that I haven’t thought about sleeping with him.
“Liar.” He smirks. Continuing to tug the pants down, as I feel tears starting to spring from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks. My panties tangle up in the fabric and start to slide down as well. But I can’t do anything to stop it, I wiggle against him, but just as he did the other day, he pins my legs to the bed to keep me from moving.
“Ro.” I sob out. “Please don’t…”
I was finally feeling safe somewhere, because for some reason I feel safe with Ro, even after everything he said to me and even after trying to break out… I know that he was doing it all to try to help, but now I’m not even sure what the hell is going on.
And then he stops, looking up at me, and his eyes are back to normal. He’s, noticeably, back in reality, again. Hastily, he gets off of the bed starting to leave but is stopped by the manacle. As if he was unaware of it.
?
RO
“Ro, please stop…” She cries out. I look down to where she’s lying underneath me, and I stop. Just now realizing where exactly I am and what I’m doing.
What the fuck?
I start to move away from her, but my arm is jerked back.
Ow.
I look over to where my wrist is handcuffed to the headboard. Moving off of her I reach to the back of the bed frame, grabbing the spare key I have hidden there. Just for situations… well not like this, but I guess similar. Unlocking myself from the bar, I move off of the bed, and into the bathroom.
And I try to recall what the fuck just happened.
My heart is still pounding with panicked-adrenaline. Thinking back, I loosely remember waking up to the handcuff locking around my wrist. But it feels more like a dream, something that I can push away if I need it to.
Almost like me memories from when I was a kid.
Fuck, maybe I need therapy.
Looking at myself before I shake my head, already seeing the bruise that’s forming around my eye. Although, I’m not sure if it’s from tonight’s incidence or a mix of the other day and now. Grabbing the jeans and shirt off the ground, pulling them back on, before I slide my kutte on. The door cracks open and I see Sadie poke her head inside. Her reaction to this surprises me… maybe has me a little alarmed, as well.
The gasp astonishes me, even more. “You’re bleeding.” She whispers, walking over to me, and holding up my hand in hers. I want to be kind to her, but I hate myself so damn much right now. I push past her and move out of the room. Down the stairs and out clubhouse.
The bike wheel of the bike squeals as I peel out of the parking lot. The gate is barely open when I shoot out of it, and it starts to shut behind me.
Maneuvering onto the PCH, I feel free. I love this ride, especially at night, I haven’t done it in so long. I used just ride, used to come out just to clear my head, that is before life got so goddamn complicated. I’m heading out of town, to nowhere particular, I just needed to get out of that room with her. Really it was a lot of embarrassment, more bruised ego than anything else. I thought I was so much fucking better than that. I can’t fucking believe that I did that.
I’ve fought so long to bury those memories.
Looking down on my display, I push a couple of buttons on the screen until my phone is ringing. Even with it being so late, I somehow know that it’s all right to call.
“What’s wrong?” Caroline immediately asks me.
“Why would something be wrong?”
“Because you’re calling... at eleven.”
