Drugs Of NYC

Chapter 20 - Crime & Punishment

After What I thought was a pretty good struggle, I found my hands and feet in duck tape. I struggled as I was sitting up right on the couch and watching him pace back and forth. I'll be damned if I took another beating with that thing. But it didn't look like he was in such a rush to do anything with the belt. His grin told me that he had other ideas. I hoped it wouldn't be a real beating with fists since I bloodied his lip in the struggle.

"Tessa. Tessa. Tessa." He shook his head with a small laugh. "I should kill you"

"You wouldn't."

"Of course I wouldn't. Without you there is no me." He ran his tounge over his bloody lip. "I've told you this."

I sat in silence, he was seriously creeping me out. My eyes stayed trained on the belt hanging, The buckle shining from the ceiling light.

"So," He stopped pacing and kneeled down in front of me. "I'm going to give you options. Would you like to know them?"

When I didn't say anything, he hit the belt on the carpet.

"Should I choose for you then?"

"No."

"Would you like to know the options?"

"Yes."

"Okay," He smiled maliciously and stood up. Then began his pacing again. "Option one for you Tessa, is that you can kiss the little boo boo you made down there."

I twisted my face in disgust. "You mean your penis?"

"No, the fucking candy crush level, yes I mean that!"

"You want me to suck your..." I trailed off. "You're a disgusting son of a b..."

"Hey, Hey, Hey. I said nothing about suck, but if it compels you to do so, you may turn the kiss into a slight suck, then a slight grab, a very, very soft bite. Not too hard Tessa, because I will beat the living hell out of you."

He was actually serious.

"And the second option?" I laughed.

"Second option would of course be the belt. I lean you over my desk, take the lumps like a good girl and I'll see on Christmas."

"Is this a form of punishment or pleasure for you?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Both options are for me, so either one you do is completely fine with me." He shrugged happily. "Now which one will it be?"

"Well since you put it that way..." I smile. "I''ll do option one."

His eyebrows flew up and he stroked my hair softly.

"I knew you'd come around," He dropped the belt.

Mistake 1.

"Yeah but can I have my hands and feet untied?" I shook slightly. "Its uncomfortable."

"You think I'm a fucking idiot?"

"Of course not, I can't make it enjoyable for you if I'm limited."

"Tessa, if you try anything..."

"I won't, I swear." I whined.

"Fine." He mumbled then started with my feet. The taped seemed to practically tear at my ankles. And it reminded me just how tight it was. "This isn't rape. You chose this. Are you aware?"

"I am aware." I nodded anxiously waiting for the tape on my hands to be gone. When it is...I unleash hell.

"Tessa! You said you wouldn't try anything!" He groaned on the floor. A repeat of yesterday had happened. But I was much more brutal with a kick with my boots to him. Then a punch in the gut to top it off. He fell right to the floor and it had been 3 minutes of him writhing in pain. I was enjoying every second of it.

"I didn't try anything," I shrugged innocently. "I did something."

"Owwww." He grunted. "Oh man, ow."

"Now, we won't try this again will we?" I knelt down beside him.

"Oh I will and I'll succeed."

"Wrong answer." I picked up his belt and swung it across his butt. He spat out a bunch of curse words. Most involved four letters. "Should I ask again? Or will you just perfer I hit you?" I mock.

"Tessa, I give. Okay?" He gasped. "I won't do it. Just don't hit me with that fucking belt again or when I get up You will be very,very sorry."

"Is that a threat?"

"More like a fucking guarantee."

Don't ask me why but even with him on the ground and writhing in pain and I held all control, I couldn't help he fear that seemed to wash over me. His words scared me and the raspy tone did too.

"Okay, fine." I stood up and dropped the belt beside him. "It was nice speaking with you Mr.Meyers."

"See you on Christmas." He grunted as I left out. Pretty funny how our love hate relationship became signs of a friendship. But friend or enemy, he was not going to be ready for the Christmas dinner. Neither was I.