Come Break Me Down

Chapter 2

It had been months since we last saw each other, relying on texts and rushed phone calls to get us through. He was up early and at the gym almost every morning, trying to build muscle for his upcoming role, and I was busy working. I was really starting to miss him, hearing his voice, and seeing his face. Even though we talked daily, it just wasn't enough and I needed to see him. I needed to smell him and most of all, feel him.

Sitting on the couch, looking at the clock and taking into consideration the time difference between us, I picked up my phone to call him. On the third ring he answered, "You know it's midnight here, right? I have to be up at five to make it to the gym for six."

I smiled, replying, "I'm sorry. I'm just having a hard time right now and needed to hear your voice." I could hear movement on his end, followed by the closing of a door.

His voice softened as he spoke, "I know, but it's only a few more weeks and I'll be home."

He sounded excited, "Unless you want to hop on a plane tomorrow. You could come visit me for a week or two." Biting my nails, I was debating on actually going. He cleared his throat, "So, what's it going to be? Me for a few weeks, or do you need me to let you go so you can run out and buy more batteries?"

I laughed, "Always the smartass, but you are right, I do need to see you."

I could hear his voice get deeper, "Okay, I'll call you with the info. So... what are you wearing?"

Looking at the clock, I rolled my eyes, "Jared, you have to get up early, remember?"

He sighed, "That I do. I'll see you soon okay."

A tear slid down my cheek as I answered, "Okay, see you soon. Bye."

The next day I boarded a plane for Russia. I wasn't looking forward to the long flight, but I couldn't wait to see him. Sleeping for part of the trip, I listened to music to pass the time.

A car was waiting for me at the airport that took me directly to the hotel. Getting to his room, I opened the door, noticing his things lying everywhere, but of course, he was nowhere to be found. Walking into the bathroom, I could smell the lingering scent of his favorite shampoo.

I heard a door close and him call out to me, I retreated to see him standing there with his phone in his hand. His shoulders and arms were huge and I was really liking what I saw. Sprinting across the room, I ran right into his arms. He squeezed me tightly as he crushed me in a hug.

All I could get out was, "Wow!"

He laughed, "So, do you like it?"
I was pulling his jacket off of his arms.

"Yes! I love it, but I want to see you without the shirt."

Throwing his jacket on the chair, I immediately began pulling his shirt up, admiring his newly toned muscles.
I tossed the shirt across the room, listening to him speak. "Okay, so, you have seen me....now, I want to see you. Get those clothes off." Almost falling over, staring at his body, I began removing my clothes. He took off his pants, throwing his belt onto the bed. He pulled me against his naked, hard body and kissed me. I still couldn't believe how much bigger his arms were and it was really turning me on. He twirled me around, bent me over the bed and gave my ass a hard smack. Gripping the back of my hair, he pulled me back up against his chest. Feeling a hand wrap around my throat, he whispered into my ear. "I thought about you all day and how I couldn't wait for you to get here. Do you know what I missed about you the most?"

Both of my hands moved to his forearm, I answered, "What?"

"I missed seeing you helpless."
Pushing me onto the bed, he climbed on top of me. Taking both of my hands in his, he pulled them over my head. Wrapping his belt around my wrists so tight, that I couldn't move. He watched me struggle, trying to free my hands as he laughed, "Don't make yourself tired before we even get started." He trailed his fingers up my thigh, enjoying the sight of me growing completely frustrated from his teasing. He touched me everywhere, except where I desired to be touched the most.

This was power to him, it was a game that he was in control of at all times and he loved every second of it. He rarely gave up that control, and when he did, it was only for a mere few minutes. The few times I had been in control, I spent the whole time questioning my moves and the repercussions that would surely follow. I knew that if I did anything he didn't like, he would take it out on me later.

He settled on his side, facing me and had his head propped up on his arm. Staring at me as he rolled my nipple between his fingers, I closed my eyes, letting out a shallow breath. He whispered, "I'm trying to decide what I want to do with you. I can't decide if I want to pull out the toys and see how many times I can make you cum before I fuck you, or......pull out the toys and see how many times I can make you almost cum until you beg me to stop. Which would you rather?"

This was a trick question I knew, since he obviously already had his mind made up and was just fucking with me. Before I could say anything, he was up, moving across the room. Walking back with the black bag, I saw the sadistic look on his face and knew this was only the beginning.