Dark Paradise

Chapter 5

In the morning I make sure to have Jim's coffee and breakfast ready. If I don't he'll probably make me touch the stove again. I'll never make that mistake again. If I could pick one thing for him to never do to me again it would be burn me. It hurts the most and leaves the nastiest scars. 

My phone buzzes again. Its been going off non-stop for the past hour. Stella keeps calling and texting me trying to talk, but after yesterday and the pit in my stomach the whole time knowing the consequences of if Jim found out, I can't risk it.  I want to talk to her desperately....but he would kill me if he knew. 

It buzzes again. This time I walk over to check it.

S: Elizabeth call me please.

S : Elizabeth let me help you.

S: Lizzy I know how hard it must be for you to open up to anyone...but I swear I'll help you.

S: Please. Just say anything. 

She's going to get me killed. 

E: Stella, I am so very grateful to have met you. I know that I can trust you, It's just that if Jim ever found out I was even showing bruises in public he would kill me. And don't take that statement lightly because I mean literally that he would kill me. He is dangerous and only I know what he is capable of so if you really want to help me and really want me to be safe, stop texting me. If he sees any of this you'll be hearing about a missing persons report on the news. me.

I send the message hoping that's the end of everything but I get an almost instant reply back. But this text isn't like the others. Its nothing but an address.

S: 2175 Sundance Avenue, Los Angeles, California. 

Im not sure if its her house, or her apartment, or a restaurant. But I guess I'll find out because I plan on going. I know its dangerous but I feel as if Stella really does want to help me. I pluck up the courage to save the address to my notes before deleting the messages and just as I hit delete, I hear Jim enter the room for breakfast. 

"Good morning, Elizabeth." He says, walking toward me. He never calls me by my name. I tense up as he grabs me by my waist and kisses me. I relax when I realize something about this kiss is different than the others.

It's gentle.

He pulls back and looks me in the eyes. I'm frozen in position, my eyes locked with his. I'm anticipating his next move. But all he does is smile. He looks at me for another moment and then walks over to the cabinet. He grabs a mug and begins to pour his own coffee.

I must be dreaming. This can't be real. He's never poured his own coffee or kissed me without aggressive intentions. I'm dumbfounded. He walks over toward the table where his plate is already made and he begins to eat. He pauses and looks at me. I'm still staring at him, reluctant to believe this will last long. 

"Won't you fix yourself a plate and come sit with me, Lizzy?" He asks, with a smile. I cautiously walk toward the cabinet and grab myself a plate. I put a piece of bacon and a pancake with some strawberries on my plate. I slowly walk toward the table and sit. As I sit, he reaches over and softly strokes my cheek, brushing a piece of hair out of my face. I flinch as he does this, awaiting a blow, but it doesn't come. 

"You're the most beautiful thing to me, Elizabeth Woolridge Grant." He says, looking at me for another second and then beginning to cut his pancakes again. I keep my guard up and my eyes on the knife he's using to cut his pancakes. He's never been this way except for the first year that we were together. It's beginning to scare me. 

"Eat, baby." He says, pointing the knife at my plate. I quickly flinch away from him, expecting him to stab me or something. He doesn't "I'm not going to hurt you, my love." He says softly, laying his knife down and reaching over to grab my plate. He begins to cut my pancake and he even puts syrup on it for me. As he hands it back, I begin to relax. Maybe he had some sort of revelation in the middle of the night. Maybe he got abducted by aliens and they told him if he ever hurt me again they'd be back but he wouldn't survive that time. Whatever it was, I'm happy for it. I take this opportunity to ask about the car.

"Jim...?" I ask, softly, testing the waters.

"Yes, love?" He looks at me, happily.

"May I take my car out today? I'd like to go to the library..." I lie.

"Of course, my love. anything for you." He answers. My heart flutters with joy. I quickly gulp down my meal and wash my plate in the sink. 

"I'm going to get going. I have so many books to find." I say, grabbing a coat from the coat rack on my way out. I shove my phone in the pocket of it and grab the car keys off the wall. 

"Liz?" He asks, just as I am about to step out of the door.

"Yes, Jim?" I turn around. He walks toward me slowly. I think to myself, 'This is it. This is where he loses it."

"I love you." He says, kissing me softly again. I smile into his lips and kiss him back. He grabs my waist and pushes me up against the wall slowly, not forcefully, and his hands wander under my dress. I pull back and look at him.

"Jim I have to go." I giggle, as he tickles my inner thigh. 

"At least let me finger you before you go. I want to please you so bad." He whispers into my neck, his hands now in my panties and rubbing my sweet spot. I moan and put my head back onto the wall, unable to speak. He's not even being aggressive.

 He inserts one finger into me and then two as I moan out in pleasure. He begins to finger me so hard I almost cum instantly. 

"Ji-jim....I....I'm gonna....." He stops as soon as I announce I'm about to reach my high. My eyes open quickly and I look at him. He's licking his fingers. 

"Jim...w-why did you stop?" I ask, grabbing his hand and putting it back down there. 

"I like to tease you, baby." He says, inserting his fingers back in again. He regains his pace and I begin to scream.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK YES BABY YES!" I cum harder and moan louder than I ever have before. He licks his fingers again, pulls my panties back up where they belong , kisses my neck, and then kisses and bites my lip playfully.  "Jesus, Jim. What the fuck has gotten into you?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him again. He doesn't answer as he smirks and lets go of me. He walks back to the table to get his plate and I smile and turn to walk out the door.

I could get used to this new Jim.