Fix You

Chapter Eleven

"I told you not to tell anyone," he growls.

"I'm sorry," I whimper. "I can't take it anymore."

"I don't give a shit." He takes off his belt. "Pull down your pants," he orders.

I do as he says, sobbing. I don't want to, but I know it'll be worse if I don't listen. I have to do this.

I know what to do. I lay down on the bed. I grab the sheets. I put them in my mouth.

I clench down my teeth so I don't scream. He gets mad when I scream.

I know what's coming. This isn't the only time I've disobeyed.

The leather bites my skin. It stings. I don't cry. I'm used to it.

"Stupid bitch." He curses at me through every hit. "Trying to ruin this. Fuck you."

He hits me harder this time. He hits me with the metal part. I can't help but cry out.

"Stay quiet, dumb slut!" I bite my tongue so I can't scream.

I count mentally. 1, 2, 3, 4... He finally stops at 15. He leaves. I pull up my pants. I'm shaking. I stay quiet.

I still can't make noise.

     

After I got out of the shower, I decided to go to Carter's room. I was wearing my white, fluffy robe, my hair still damp.

I knocked on the door before going in, not waiting for his response.

I gasped, seeing that he was practically naked on his bed. He was wearing boxers, but that was all. Holy shit, he's gorgeous.

He smiled at me, obviously aware that I was gawking at him. "Hey, babe. Sorry you caught me off guard."

I moved so I was sitting beside him. "So, are we still, um, going to have... sex tonight?"

He laughed. "You make it sound so formal." Seeing I was serious, however, he added, "Anyway, we can if you still want."

I sat up, shrugging out of my robe. "I want to have sex later tonight, but I want to try something else first. I want you to touch me while I'm undressed."

He looked at me, briefly scanning my eyes. Instead of asking if I was ok before he did what I asked like he always did, he went for it. He sat up and abruptly cupped my face. I gasped in shock; his hands were so warm on my bare skin.

Carter sat up, putting his hands on my shoulders. I groaned lowly, closing my eyes and my head falling back. I loved being so close to him.

His hands moved again so they were just above my breasts. "Are you sure?" he asked softly.

I nodded. My body was shaking, dread coursing through every inch of me. I had wanted to do it for so long, but actually in the position where I was about to do it... my mind was having second thoughts.

He took a deep breath before moving his hands so that they were cupping my breasts. I gasped, my body going rigid. I'd never been so tense before. My mind was screaming at me and my ears started to ring slightly. He went to move his hands away, but I stopped him by growling, "No. Don't move. I need to do this."

He nodded in understanding. "I'm going to focus on touching you everywhere first so that you get accustomed to it." It made me more comfortable to know what he was going to do before he actually did anything.

"Ok," I agreed. He released me, moving his fingers over them gently. I moaned, urging his hands to move lower. He was touching my stomach, then hips, then thighs, and finally calves. He moved back up to my thighs, lingering there. After a few seconds of wondering why he had stopped, I realized where he wanted to go.