Mine

(7)

He made no mistake... He wasn't kidding... He was there to untie me exactly one hour later and I of course was fuming. I had never felt so humiliated! He had left me there in my underwear and blouse. It was a good fucking thing this bladder of mine was made of steel.

"Mmm, you mad at me?" He asked teasingly, as I traced the sore skin on my wrists. I winced slightly and attempted to yank my hands away from him but he held tighter, a small growl ripping out of his throat.

"No. That's what you have a wife for." I chuckled sweetly with a hint of bitterness, my head cocked to the side. His eyes suddenly darkened and I couldn't exactly figure out where that boost of confidence came from. Obviously he was trying to figure it out too. His grip loosened up and I tore my hands away from him.

I knew I had struck a nerve. He had remained motionless until I headed for the door and it felt like he was in hyperdrive as he rushed to push me against the door before I could open it.

"Leaving so soon?" His breath hit the back of my neck which caused my own to hitch. His hands wrapped around and placed my hands in front of me above my head. I let out a little moan as he pushed his body against my own, feeling that familiar pool in my lower belly.

"Why don't you just give in for me, hmm?" I whined as he growled the question in my ear, him pushing and rubbing against me harder. My hair was yanked back violently and I winced, still feeling pleasure from this sick game we played.

"No." I hissed turning around and pushing against his chest. "You're not going to keep doing this to me." He chuckled darkly, putting more force on my body as my arms went above my head once again.

"I can do whatever I want to you. You need this job or did you forget?" He whispered harshly against my ear and I involuntary let out a low moan and shifted in his grip. "T-that's not fair." I whimpered. He shrugged and gave me a cocky smile.

"Life's not fair sweetheart." He removed his hand from my wrists but sent me a warning look not to move them. I glared at him evilly but did not move. I swear he had this power over me that I couldn't understand.

"Such a good little girl mmm and you're all mine." Before I could respond, he pressed his lips to my neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh so softly it made me weak in the knees. "Doesn't that feel good?" He whispered harshly and my arms suddenly collapsed onto his shoulders from exhaustion.

He slammed my wrists back on the door and growled. "Don't move them again."

I sighed in a trembling way.

Why did I continue to let him do this to me? He was married, why didn't that give me enough courage to tell him to get the hell off and go find another job? His tongue running along my neck and I bit back a whimper. But then his remark of me being his made me snap back into reality. Wife. Family. Married.

Finally with some sort of strength and sense, I pushed him away once more as I shook my head. "No." I spat. "I told you I was done. I meant that." This time, he let me walk away from him and I was half relieved and half disappointed. I just didn't know why.

I snatched my skirt up from the chair that had held me captive for the last hour. "Don't come by my house anymore unless you want me to get a restraining order. This job? It's nothing to me. Just as easily as I got this I can get another one. What I have to go through to stay here... it isn't worth it." I pulled my skirt up my legs and I felt his gaze grow darker on me.

"I won't have to pop up at your residence." He paused and smirked, his tongue slightly running along his bottom lip and for some strange reason it made me shiver. "You'll be back, trust me."

"What I trust is that you will stay away from me and my roommate. You will regret it if you don't listen to what I just said." I hissed and finally exited the office and the building in which I would never see again.

-'----

I huffed once I reached the front door. This had been such an outrageous day. I was now jobless.

Again.

But then again the last time I thought that Jace popped up at my house. No... No he wouldn't do that anymore. He wasn't that stupid.

As my key turned into the door and opened it, I heard a male voice... moaning?

"Micah?!" I yelled out, thinking he was home but there was no response. The moans intensified as I stepped close to his room. Oh God seriously? I groaned and went to turn on my heel to leave and give him some privacy, but then I heard something strange.

"Fuck!" Micah screamed and the sound of the bed creaking got louder and louder as I stepped back in front of his door. I snickered at his loudness. Usually I was out of the house on when this happened. At least I thought so.

I sighed and prepared for him to be embarrassed as I turned the handle. "Dude get a room, what the fu-"

My sentence and breath was stopped short. Because there Micah was, pinned down to the bed, being pumped in and out of.

And there was the man I had just left no later than an hour ago, telling him specifically to never come by here again, smirking at me, almost waiting for me to get home. He was leaned up against the wall behind the door, and Micah was just now realizing that I had found him in such a predicament.

"Well... I guess I'm not the only one with secrets."