Passion .(5)

I hit the streets running from day one; I had no real direction, no real  plan other than to get the hell out of that rinky dink town for now  before one of us killed the other.

I spent my first day shopping and visiting the museums that abound  around the city, my phone was ringing off the hook for the first part of  the day before I turned it off, Nessa had called a fuck load of times  but there was no way I could tell her, she wouldn't be able to holdout  from her brother I was almost sure, and the whole point was to make him  sweat.

From London it was off to Greece, might as well get my tan on while in  Europe, I'd seen my mom a total of once since I flew to London but that  was to be expected, the thing I liked about Europe was the freedom a  girl my age could enjoy without too many raised eyebrows, no one  questioned why I was alone, I was smart enough to be on the lookout for  predators though, I'm not a complete ninny. Though I did enjoy flirting  with this fuck hot guy the whole time I was there, too bad I didn't feel  even a mild interest in him.

I shopped my ass off and was able to put thoughts of the asshole out of my mind for longer spurts as time wore on.

The shit that bothered me was that the night before my return I was  nervous as fuck. I hadn't given much thought to my reentry, what would  he do, what has he been doing the last two weeks, did he look for me,  did he try to find out where I'd gone?

I snuck home in the late hours of the night having taken a car service  from Chelsea airport; I couldn't believe I was actually happy to see  this place again. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy.

My dad's cruiser was missing which meant he was pulling the grave yard  shift, I'd missed fucking Michael too, he was growing on me or some  shit. It helped that he stayed the fuck out of my way and understood I  needed my space.

I was tired as fuck so I dropped my bags downstairs, crawled upstairs,  and stripped before falling flat on the bed. I was asleep in five  minutes flat.

Something, or some sound woke me from my slumber, I turned over, and he was just...there.

"What the fuck?" I started to climb off the bed but he pressed me back  down with his body straddling mine. His eyes were hard and cold, my  heart was running out of my chest was it fear or something else? I  couldn't be sure.                       
       
           



       

"Had fun on your little European jaunt Carissa, you're lucky you came  home on your own when you did, if I'd had to come after you who knows.  If I remember correctly I owe you a spanking that's now two weeks  overdue, now with this little stunt of yours I have to think of  something else to add to your punishment so you'll know never to play  this fucking game with me again.

"Listen you fucktard, you don't own me, you can't tell me what to do, now get the fuck off of me before I scream."

"Go ahead, scream, the Captain won't be home for hours, your closest  neighbor is the old lady across the street, besides I think I might like  hearing you scream. He dragged me up and off the bed, I'd forgotten my  nakedness.

He pulled me over his knees and I froze in shock, he wouldn't, would he?

He brought his hand down on my bare ass, that shit stung, but I was more  pissed off at the tears that started to form in my eyes.

"You're fucking dead you fucking pig." I kicked my legs and fought the  best I could but he didn't stop, he just held both hands behind my back  tighter. I lost count around fifteen I think, my ass was on fire, I had  tears running down my face and my pride was bruised.

"Go get me the cream off your desk." He pushed me off his lap. I looked  at him to make sense of what the hell was going on, this couldn't be  right could it? I had just come home from a trip where I was trying to  avoid him, how did I come back to this? Who was this fucking guy?

"The cream Carissa." I jumped out of my reverie and walked over towards  my desk where he had placed a jar of cream. I picked it up while looking  over the other items he had laid out there. It looked like pictures  of...

"Bring those with you."

I grabbed them and returned to the bed where he remained seated. He took  my hand and brought me back over his lap, I tensed up expecting another  slap but he just soothed some cream into my burning flesh. See I knew  he was crazy, who soothed the hurt they caused?

I didn't even realize I was sniffling until he told me to stop.

"Your punishment is over for the time being, stop crying now." He had  the nerve to dry my tears before kissing my lips softly, what the fuck?

He sat me across his lap which was not the most comfortable thing at the  moment, my ass really hurt, damn, I think my mind had yet to come back  to my body because I couldn't process what had just happened.

"Were you having fun here Carissa?"

Shit I'd forgotten about the pictures.

"Where did you get those?" They were pictures of me on my trip, some  alone, some with the guy I had met in Greece, the one that had been nice  but had done nothing for me, which pissed me off, I had wanted to be  attracted to the tanned Greek hottie with the kick ass body, but the nut  was front and center in my fucked up head.

"Answer me."

"I don't know what you want me to say."

"Did you enjoy flaunting what's mine for other men to enjoy?" The next  picture was of me on the beach in my tiny white bikini, I looked hot as  fuck in that shit, and of course men were enjoying it, that's the whole  idea. Of course I didn't say any of this to the crazy man; he was  already scary enough without me pushing his buttons.

"Stubborn to the end huh, okay, let's set some ground rules shall we,  from now on in case you didn't get it, you're mine, you don't go  anywhere without me knowing, you don't take off for weeks without  telling me first and you damn sure don't flirt with other men. Lucky for  you the report said you gave him the brush off or he would've made  front page news the next day and you wouldn't be able to sit for a month  instead of just a week."

"How the fuck did you find me?" this was too much.

"My man picked up your trail at the tower of London and stayed with you  until you got off the plane here and called in the ride from the  airport."

"Your man, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"My family retains the services of a detective agency."

"But why, just because of some stupid game?"

"This is no game babe, haven't you figured that shit out yet?"

"Then what the fuck is it?"

"It's who we are, this is what you need, you need to be tamed, and I  need to be the one to tame you, only after it's all said and done I  choose to own you."





Chapter 12




Carrie



Okay I see what's going on here now, I've gotten myself mixed up with a  real fucking player, this guy was the real deal, this is no high school  Casanova wannabe, this fucker was playing for keeps. I was playing with  the big dogs, fuck. Who would've thought it, in fucking Sea Crest?                       
       
           



       

Well then it was decision time, do I play his game, and how? I'm  nobody's bitch, I call my own shots, been doing it too long to let that  shit change this late in the game.

He wanted to play we'll play, but by my rules, though he's been beating  me at my own game so far, I hope he wasn't expecting me to just give in  to him, but he's shown that he's serious about this shit and I didn't  want anyone else getting hurt because of me, this was between him and I.  So be it. Let the games begin.

After he finally left my house in the early hours of the morning before  Michael returned I'd laid in bed thinking. He was some kind of strange,  first taking care of my ass with the cream, then holding me until I fell  asleep, it was like he was training me or something, but as what I  don't know.

I'm not in to that bondage and pain bull shit so he could kill that  noise, though I don't get the sense that he is either, I think he really  was punishing me for disobeying him, which I'm not even sure what to  think about that shit, Paula hadn't spanked me since I was old enough to  hit back.

I knew one thing for damn sure whatever game this is we were playing I was going to make sure and take care of me.

Monday at school was a trial, I had to collect all my missed  assignments, and shit plus all the new shit from today, I planned to go  to the library, and knock most of that shit out during lunch.

I'd barely put my books down before he was there next to me in the library with an apple and a water.

He placed them in front of me and sat down.

I didn't even ask how he knew where the fuck I was what was the point? I  just opened up my books and got to work. He took out his iPod and put  his headphones in.

I was so engrossed in what I was reading while being extremely aware of  him sitting next to me that I missed Tiffany Roberts's approach.