sacrifices

PART FOUR

WARNING: light choking and dirty talk

Y/N POV

I woke up to the light shining through the curtains. Jumping up I realized I was not home, then it came to me along with my pounding headache. I walk around and see Spencer is not there. I see a note on his table along with water,Advil, and a set of keys.
"I got you a spare set of keys. No need to thank me,I'm off to work" -Spencer. "Hmmpfff" I furrowed my brows. Shrugging my shoulders I took the Advil and water along with my keys.

His apartment seemed gloomy. There were books scattered all around. "Who the hell reads that much" I say out loud. Being the person I am I decided to take a peek around his place. His cabinets are close to empty. After finding nothing interesting I look around for my dress and find my heels and head out of his apartment and walk into my place one door over. I decided I needed more sleep to get ride of my headache. I lay in my bed still in Spencer's clothing and fall asleep.

Some hours later I wake up and look at my digital clock on my nightstand, 12:36 pm. Well there goes my morning. I pull myself out of bed thankful my headache is gone and hop into my shower to wash the sweat smell from my body. As I was in the shower I decided I would wash Spencer's clothes and bring them to him later, along with food to say thank you. I washed my body with my almond honey sugar scrub and turn the water off. I put my robe on and decided to order food, I haven't had good food in months. I ordered avocado toast with honey tea and fruit. It was delicious.

I needed to go to the store to buy cleaning supplies and some other decorations and food for my apartment. I decided on Target. Dangerous. My outfit was denim light washed shorts with a cropped plain white tank top and sandals. I just let my hair air dry and went out with a bare face.

I walked into Target and sense of comfort came to me. Funny. I bought food and a couple blankets along with cleaning supplies . I looked through the clothes and picked a few in style pieces since I've been out of the trends for a year. It felt good to be back to some what of a normal life. Good thing my parents left me all their money after their car accident. They both passed away. I was thankful for the money they left behind for me. My parents made a good living and left me close to a million dollars, although I don't not flaunt about it. I may be cold but I don't brag about things like that.

Finally making it to my parking garage I haul all my shit up to my apartment. I plugged my phone into my speaker and got to work on cleaning. It was god awful. I lit candles and opened my blinds for some natural light. What seemed like hours later my stomach started to grumble so I stopped and make some coffee and boxed Mac and cheese. I'm not a very good cook but I can make boxed meals. I took my food and coffee and sat on my couch to watch sex and the city. My favorite movie. Somewhere within that time I fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of my music and turned it off. I looked at the time on my stove and it was around 7:00 pm. I quickly remembered Spencer's clothes and pulled them out of the washer and grabbed the bottle of whiskey I bought for him. I decided on alcohol because I can not cook. For some reason I felt the need to look somewhat presentable to Spencer. Something about him got my attention.

I put on a light purple skirt that rested a good 3 inches above my thighs and put on a white laced body suit. I grabbed my keys along with Spencer's alcohol and clothes and walked to his door next to mine. I felt nervous. Why? I'm not sure. He is a nice guy. I knocked and waited. I heard foot steps and Spencer opened the door. "I brought your clothes back, I washed them. I also bought you Jack Daniels to say thank you for helping me" I said to him. He looked at me and ushered me to come in. I did.

Spencer grabbed his stuff and thanked me. He looked tired and stressed. His button up shirt was wrinkled and had fallen out of his dress pants. His tie was loose and hanging down. He was drunk again. I wondered what he went through. His eye bags were noticeable and his hair was ruffled up. "Are you ok?" I asked him bluntly. "Fine, thanks" his tone was cold and quiet. I couldn't believe he was being rude like that. After all I dropped money on his stupid whiskey.

"What the hell is your problem Spencer? I bought you alcohol and washed your clothes as a thank you. I don't do things like that for everybody!" He turned around and looked at me. I felt scared the way his face was just straight and his eyes were dark with anger. He started to walk up to me and I backed away, hitting the door. He corned me yet again. His face inches away from mine, I could smell the alcohol in his breath.

"Don't talk to me like that sweetheart, you'll regret it" he said sternly. It seemed we had a thing for staring contests. He didn't back away. I looked up at him realizing his height. "I'm not afraid of you Spencer" I spit from my teeth angry he would speak that tone with me.

I grabbed his tie and lowered him to my hight. I put my mouth right next to his ear. He didn't resist me though. "This little game your playing is pathetic. Look at you. A drunken mess talking to me that way" I said coldly whispering in his ear, "you forget your place pretty boy, thinking you're all that, well you're not." I said to him, I let go of his tie and he stood back up towering over me. He just stared at me for far too long.

I was getting sick of this attitude he had. He startled me when he wrapped his hand around my throat, not tightly. Just simply putting it there. He lowered to my ear as I did to him earlier. "Why can't you be a good girl and not talk back to me Y/N. I could have you crumbling under me. Control all over your body" he said in a seductive tone. the way he said it made my core knot. It turned me on the way he spoke and his dominance. I felt my underwear soak. I hated him for that.

He released my throat. He grabbed my face and kissed me. I kissed him back deepening the kiss I opened my mouth to him. His tongue roamed my mouth and touched with mine. His body held me against the door. He snuck his hand around my my hair and tugged on it. I released a small moan from the movement. He stopped kissing me "is that how you like it sweetheart? Rough? How wet does it make you when you think about bending over my knee, hands tied to your back while I spank you? Do you like the thought of that Y/N?" He said into my mouth. A whimper left my mouth giving him the answer her needed. I could feel the heat between my legs. Desperately trying to creat friction I rubbed my thighs together. With my motion Spencer pulled my legs apart with his. "Bad girls don't get to come" he said coldly. "Please sir, I'll be a good girl I promise" I said back pathetically.