Pure Punishment(21)

“Why are you helping me?” I ask, not taking my eyes from him.

“Someone needs to look out for you since you can’t seem to do it yourself.” His eyes stay trained on the road. I start to shiver at his words and realize it’s because the cool night air is hitting my skin that’s barely covered with only a flimsy black little dress. I try to pull it down when all of a sudden I’m pulled over to his warm body and enfolded in his intoxicating smell again. His hand rests on my thigh. I watch as his eyes travel down to his hand then back up again watching the road.

He doesn’t speak to me for the rest of the ride. He has left me contemplating his weird attitude and his kindness. Then I get lost in his touch and lay my head on his shoulder that’s providing me warmth.

My last thought before my heavy eyelids take over is how does he know I have no one? Is it out of pity that he’s helping me? I really hope it’s not, because I think I’m falling for a stranger.





The structure of your brain changes every time you learn, as well as whenever you have a new thought or memory.





I wake with a kink in my neck; it’s so sore. I try to crack it from side to side and I get a sharp pain radiating through it. I give up and lay my head back down. I look to my side and don’t recognize anything in this room. Where the hell am I? I look down at my body and notice I have on a very large man's shirt that comes all the way down to my knees. I pull the shirt up and touch between my legs. Relief washes over me when I feel the fabric of the underwear I had on last night.

I crane my neck from side to side, trying to be as gentle as I can to look around the room. Everything I can see is black. The sheets I’m lying on are black, the curtains are black and even the bed is black. I sit up in an attempt to go find a bathroom and that’s when the door to my right swings open. In walks Kai, the ruggedly handsome man from last night. He’s naked, literally naked. I grab the sheet and pull it over my body, covering myself from the view. He laughs at me.

The sound of the laugh has me dropping the sheet so I can look at him. His backside is now in view. Wow, and what a backside to have. I look at him now, really look at him, while his back is turned. He has tattoos covering his whole back, angel wings across his shoulders. There’s a cross in the middle of the wings with writing. Colorful images cover him. I want to walk closer and read and learn all that is inked into his skin. It may give me a better idea of who he is and why he feels the need to help me.

My eyes start traveling lower and my legs begin to tighten. His behind is hard and looks as soft as a baby’s bottom. My eyes travel further, down to his muscled legs and I think they are probably the size of both my thighs together. He even has tattoos covering his calves. My eyes drift back up to his impeccable behind and then he turns around and I’m met with an eyeful of cock and balls. I blush and pull the sheet higher, not willing to accept what I just I saw. Something that would possibly split me in two.

“No need to be shy, Nani.”

I drop the blanket and look at him strangely. “You know that’s not my name, right?”

He laughs at me again. I stand up and take the sheet with me, going straight for the bathroom he just exited, with the sound of his laugh following me.

“I know your name, Nani. I just prefer to use my own language.” I slam the door and wonder what the hell he’s talking about. As I stand from the toilet, the door swings open and in walks Kai wearing only a pair of shorts.

“Get out! Haven’t you heard of knocking?” He smiles at me and hands over my dress.

“I washed it for you, since it was covered in your spew. Now get your ass dressed. I’m hungry.” He slams the door on his way out.

I change into the same dress I was wearing last night and pull my boots on. As soon as I’m done, I walk out of the bathroom and into what I’m guessing is his bedroom. He’s sitting on the bed waiting for me, playing with his cell. He looks up, throws my handbag at me and stands to leave. I follow him out and realize his apartment is quite large, almost like a loft, though I can only see the one bedroom. A thought pops into my mind and I have to ask him, even if it embarrasses me.

“Where did you sleep last night?”

He stops and grabs his keys from the black counter, then turns to face me with a smile edging on his lips.

“Exactly where you did.”

Oh no. I guessed that, but I was just hoping I was wrong. I hope nothing happened.

“Nothing happened, Nani. You passed out and I took that thing you call a dress off,” he says, pointing to what I’m wearing. “Now, no more silly questions. I was the perfect gentlemen, considering I’m not very gentlemanly, that is,” he adds with a wink and walks out the door.