Bound to You

Chapter 33

The breakfast table was quiet that morning, your mother's face twisted into a sour expression, and I thought maybe I didn't like London after all.

"What's on the agenda for today, mum?" you asked before taking a bite of your biscuit. If nothing else, the food was good.

"Some shopping, I hope," your mother said, eyeing me. "The two of you should come along. I think you'd rather like it."

I didn't like the way she said that, but you seemed to feel pretty confident so shopping we went. First for new dishes and then for new sheets and then we stopped in at a little shop because your mother insisted I get a new dress for a dinner party she was hosting tomorrow night.

"I'll just pop in next door for some coffee," you said, kissing me on the forehead. "I'll get you some. Mum? Coffee?"

"Tea, please, dear," she said, smiling at your retreating black. But as soon as the shop door shut behind you, her smile faded.

She came over to me, holding a dress up to me, and I thought maybe things would be okay. Maybe this was the moment that we bonded. Maybe she would finally learn to like me.

She held the dress up against my body and smirked. "My dear Lena, I know you think that whatever you have with my son is forever." She said this to me like she was telling me about the weather, so casual, so unaffected. "But I know women like you." She finally shook her head and put the dress back on the rack.

Then, her eyes found mine. "You young girls are all the same. You step onto the scene with your tiny dresses and your red lipstick, you seduce older men, convincing them that if they leave the one they're with, you'll give them anything they want. So they do. And then when you've gotten what you want, you find someone else's life to ruin."

My stomach was in knots. I couldn't even think of anything to say. I couldn't have spoken if I wanted to. I felt like I was choking.

She stepped closer to me, lowering her voice to a deadly whisper. "When you are done bending over for my son, he will have a life to go back to, know that." Her eyes flashed with rage, and as she turned to take her clothes up to the register, I just stood there, feeling like someone had hit me with a truck.

I stayed quiet for the rest of the day. I didn't want you to see that I'd been clobbered while you were away. You'd been so kind when you returned, bringing me coffee the way I liked it and kissing me on the cheek and asking if I'd had a great time.

At the dinner table, the two of you chatted, and I watched, my eyes flicking back and forth between you. You were so beautiful, so trusting, so innocent. It wasn't your fault she was foul. I knew that.

At bedtime, you stood outside my door and brushed your hand along my cheek.

"She hates me," I said, feeling a lump form in my throat. "She accused me of trying to ruin your life by seducing you."

Your eyes clouded. "She did?"

I nodded, and you started to walk away, like you were going to storm into her room and demand she apologize, but I put a hand on your arm to stop you. "Don't," I said. "Just leave it be. We'll only be here for a few weeks. I think I can handle her that long."

You grind your teeth together audibly. "I won't let this continue. You don't deserve it."

"Maybe she's right," I whispered. "I mean, I took you away from Marie. Maybe I am just bending over for you."

Your eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "Bending over for me?" At that, your voice turned amused and you bent down to my ear. "Bend over for me now, Lena. Grab onto the doorjamb and let me take you from behind. Let me show you why I left Marie. It wasn't because you seduced me away from her. It was because you know me, you understand me, you feel what I feel." At that, your hand came up and covered my breast, and I whimpered.

"I have an idea," I said, and you smiled until I pulled you toward the stairs. Then you started to look worried.

"We can't go up there," you said, but I pulled you along anyway. We climbed the stairs and went into your bedroom, which I knew shared a wall with your mother's. I shut the door behind us and immediately started to unbutton your shirt.

"What are you doing?" you hissed.

"Fuck me," I said, pulling you toward the wall beside the bed. "Fuck me against this wall."

I saw the heat in your eyes but also the wariness. You glanced at the wall and then at me. "Lena, what are you up to?"

I pressed my palm against your jeans and you groaned when I curled my fingers around your cock. It was getting hard beneath my hand.

"Fuck me against this wall and show her that I'm not going anywhere. Show her that you're mine, only mine, that my body is yours."

Your eyes flashed, and I was scared you would say no, that you would turn me away. But you didn't. You took me by the shoulders, slammed me against the wall, and kissed me hard. I moaned into your mouth when your tongue found mine, and then I went back to work on your clothes, first your shirt then your pants, and you had my dress around my ankles in seconds.

You grabbed the backs of my thighs and boosted me against the wall, letting me wrap my legs around your hips. "God," you said when I sank down on your cock. Nothing ever made me feel more grounded, more complete, than having you inside me, and even though I knew I was trying to get my payback, I stopped caring. All I could focus on was you pounding into me, slamming my hips back against the wallpaper with every thrust.

You reached between us and slicked your hand across my clit, and I screamed. "It's so good," I moaned. "It's so good. John, it's so good."

You smiled a wicked smile and fucked me harder, and I erupted around you, scratching your shoulders and writhing against your hand, and then the world seemed to tilt as you pulled out of me quick and set my legs on the floor.

"I want to come on you," you groaned, pushing down on one of my shoulders, and I gladly went to my knees, watching with fascination as you jerked your cock fast, your other hand tangled in my hair. And then you came, raining down on me, and I couldn't help putting my hand between my legs, rubbing myself to orgasm again as your fluids landed on my neck, my tits, my stomach. I leaned forward and licked a drop off the tip of your cock.

"You're mine, you dirty girl," you said, lifting me up and wrapping your arms around me. "Don't forget it."