Stolen Fate (10 page)

It’s just after two in the morning when my bladder feels like it’s going to explode. I’m not even showing yet and already I’m having issues. Making my way to the bathroom, I turn on the light but leave the door ajar. Once I’m finished, I wash my hands and make my way out back toward the bed.

And that’s when I see him, leaning against the back of the bedroom door.

I didn’t even hear him come in. I must really be tired. But without missing a beat and acting as if I couldn’t care less whether or not he’s here with me now, I cross the room without even making eye contact with him. I’m almost to the bed, ready to dive in and hide under the covers, when his hand connects with my waist. Because I wasn’t paying attention to him, I didn’t even see him move toward me. He pulls me closer to him and his touch ignites my skin. I realize I’m still naked, which is making this all the much harder to deal with right now. When I regain my wits, I realize he’s been drinking. I can smell it on his warm breath. He’s not as drunk as he was last time, but he’s feeling good nonetheless.

“Does that offer still stand, woman?” he snarls in my ear. He’s the one approaching
me
now, so why is he so ornery? His fingers dig into my side and make me wince from the slight pressure. Maybe his date didn’t go as planned. Well, I’ll be damned if I’m going to be his second choice, a mere convenient afterthought.

“Hell no,” I say as I try to pry his fingers off me. “I’m not spreading for you tonight, or any other night, for that matter. Actually, I’ll never come on to you again, Drayden, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

His hold only intensifies. I can feel he’s ready to go for some action; he’s practically stabbing me in the stomach with it. “Come on, baby. You know you want me. I can see it every time you look at me.” His tongue snakes out and moistens his lower lip. There is a part of me who wants to bite it, enticing him to taste me all over. But the other part of me wants to slap him for acting like such an arrogant ass.

“Oh, you’re so full of yourself, aren’t you?”

“
You
could be full of me right now if you would stop all these games and just give in to me. Right here. Right now.”

This is what I wanted from him earlier today, when he was pushing me away. But now, I’m a mixed bag of emotions. When I lock eyes with him again, I blurt out the first thing which comes to mind. “What? Your date not put out? Is that why you’re here?”

“No. I figured, why not have sex with the one woman who’s already pregnant? You know, no risk there anymore.”

What an ass!

He’s slowly walking us back toward the bed but I’m not putting up much of a fight, not for someone who is supposedly not interested in having sex right then. His mouth descends down onto mine, his tongue delving into the warmth of my mouth, eager to taste me. When his hands come around and grip my backside, grinding his cock deeper into my belly, I just lose it.

To Hell with this. I’m not going to make myself miserable just because I want to put up a fight. I can fight with him tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that. Tonight, I want release, a temporary escape from my life. My hands find the back of his head, holding him in place while I kiss him with such ferocity I think we’re going to wreck each other. I suck on his tongue and bite his lip when he comes up for some much needed air.

Once the back of my legs hit the barrier of the bed, he turns me around and pushes me so I’m on all fours. My head is hung low, waiting for him to do something. The budding ache is almost painful, my body crying out for a hurried release. Then I feel his finger touch me there, sliding between my folds, preparing me for his entrance.

“You’re so wet already. Were you thinking about me fucking you, Essie?” He leans over and bites my shoulder. “Were you?” he asks me again.

“Yes,” I say, trying to catch my breath. The anticipation is too much already. “Please, Drayden. Stop teasing me.”

“Do you want to feel my cock slide inside your sweet pussy?” He bites me again; not enough to draw blood but enough to know he’s as turned on as I am. I hear him rustle with his clothing, no doubt pulling himself free.

“Yes.” It is all I can say, my scattered thoughts trying to gain some semblance and find a way out of my mouth. When I writhe back toward him, trying to entice him to take the bait, he slips his finger deep inside me. He crooks his finger until he makes contact with the bundle of nerves tucked securely inside, a secret lock only he has the combination for.

“I’m going to fuck you fast and hard, Essie. Can you handle that?” He’s already guiding himself into position, waiting for my confirmation. I reach my hand back to feel him, letting him know I’m on board for whatever he wants to do to me.

With one quick thrust, he’s seated all the way inside me, forcing me to catch my breath to accommodate him fully. I forget how big he is, how big he feels inside my tight heat. I don’t want this to end, but I also can’t hold out any longer to get what I need from his body. I need to come, and only he can do that for me. I grip the sheets in both hands, preparing myself for what is to come, every pun intended.

I rock back and forth, trying to get him to start moving but he remains still. What the hell happened to fast and hard? Well, I’m not waiting anymore. “Fuck me hard, Drayden!” I cry out as I continue to move back and forth in front of him.

As if snapping him out of some kind of daze, he reacts to my words. He seizes my hips, pulls himself almost all the way out and slams back into me with such force, I’m pushed up the bed. I steady myself, knowing the hard and fast is just making its appearance, and he doesn’t disappoint. He thrusts into me with everything he has. All his anger, all his confusion, all his vulnerability is pushed into me as if he’s trying to get rid of it. As if my body will somehow right the wrong which has happened over the past month.

“You have the best pussy, baby. It’s so fucking tight and warm, squeezing my cock, begging for me to come inside you.” He’s moving faster now, mixing in a few rotations of his hips which is driving me closer and closer to convulsing all over him.

I can feel myself building to my ultimate goal. I need this so badly. My body needs this release, but my mind needs it, as well. I need to think clearly and when all of my thoughts are focused solely on one thing, I am of no use to myself.

“Yes,” I moan. “Keep doing that. I’m almost there.” I start matching his rhythm, pushing us both further and further toward our own orgasms. The chase is on, and the finish line is right around the bend. His body punishes mine, pushing me to my limits and allowing me to experience true carnal desire. He’s bordering on being painful but I push it away, focusing only on the build-up happening deep in my belly, trying to escape at the site of our connection.

His breathing becomes more erratic, each breath matching each one of his thrusts. My body doesn’t wait for his completion, instead pushing me off the cliff in the most heavenly free fall I’ve ever experienced. I’m quickly followed by Drayden moaning out from his own satisfaction.

He moves within me for a few more seconds, both of us coming down from our long-awaited high. Then when he is good and done, he withdraws from me, leaving me instantly cold from his absence. And as I’m turning around to face him, I hear the click of the lock behind him.

To say I’m stunned is an understatement. I know we don’t particularly like each other, but didn’t we just share some kind of connection? A connection which at least deserves a few words after the deed is done? Hell, even prostitutes get a thank you from their john.

“I want out of this room.” I verbally attack him as soon as he walks through the door. I can’t believe he had sex with me then didn’t bother to check up on me for six whole days. But I guess that’s the type of man I’m dealing with. The type of man who I’ll now have to deal with for the rest of my life.

I’m torn between cutting him off from my body forever and wanting him to touch me, to fulfill the need which is constantly brewing. These hormones are no joke, but they can’t be my crutch for standing up for myself and telling Drayden to take a long-overdue hike.

I guess I’ll have to take one day at a time and see what happens.

“And where exactly do you want to go?” He brings in my food tray and sets it in its usual spot.

“I don’t care, but I can’t spend one more day cooped up in this room. I’m going stir-crazy, Drayden, and I’m sure all of that anxiety can’t be good for the baby.” Yeah, I’ll play the baby card as many times as I deem necessary to get what I want. What I need.

This catches his attention.

“No. I can’t risk it. You’ll try and escape.” He walks into my bathroom, checking on my toiletries situation, I’m sure. Once he’s satisfied, he comes out and checks a few more things before attempting to leave.

“Wait!” I shout. “Please. I can feel myself slipping further and further into insanity. I need fresh air. I need human interaction. I need to stretch my legs.” He grabs the door handle, ready to escape my ramblings. “Please, Drayden. This is inhumane.”

He doesn’t turn around. He doesn’t acknowledge my pleas. “The doctor is coming back tomorrow to check on you. Early.”

He’s gone before I can respond.

~~~~

“Everything looks good, Essie. Your blood pressure’s stable. You haven’t really gained any weight, but that’s to be expected so early on in the pregnancy. Are you taking your prenatal vitamins every day?” He’s writing something down in my chart, waiting for me to answer.

“Yes, I am.”

“Are you eating well? Keeping everything down?”

“Yes.”

“How about sleep? Are you sleeping all right?”

“Yes, that, too. Listen, Doc, I’m doing fine.” I stand up from the chair and cross the area to stand next to Drayden, who is watching observantly from the other side of the room. “But can you please tell
him
it’s vital I get fresh air and get the hell out of this room?” If he wants to play hardball, then I’ll put him on the spot with the good doctor.

The doctor coughs in nervousness before coming to my aid. “Listen, I don’t know what kind of arrangement you guys have going on here and personally, I don’t care. But…” he looks over at the obstinate man standing beside me, “….she
does
need fresh air. She can’t be kept locked away in this one room the entire time. It will play havoc on her emotional status, especially once she really starts to experience all the physical changes her body will undertake.” He leans down and gathers up his medical bag, gives Drayden a pat on the shoulder and makes his way outside of our tense scenario.

Once the door clicks shut, Drayden turns toward me and narrows his beautiful blue eyes at me. “Nice try, Essie. But do you honestly think I’m going to be persuaded by anything anyone says to me? You should know better by now.” I’m about to respond to him, but he distances himself from me and walks over toward his suit jacket which is splayed across the bed. He reaches inside and pulls out a small device, accompanied by a cord and ear buds. “Here, I got you this to keep you occupied.” He places it on the bed before making his quick exit.

Looking down at the device, I realize it’s an iPod. When I scroll through it, I see he’s preloaded over two thousand songs. Everything from disco to rock to big band music is on there. I know he doesn’t know anything about me, including what type of music I like, so he just covered all bases. It isn’t much, but I view it as a teeny-tiny win. It’s something and I hold onto it.

After breakfast, I grab my new escape, put the ear buds in and hit shuffle. I lie down on the bed, close my eyes and let the first song wrap its magical beat around me, encasing me in another world.

I must have fallen asleep because I don’t even hear Drayden unlock my door, step in, take away the old tray and replace it with a new one. I look over and grumble something about the smell of fish making me want to puke. I turn over on my side and face the window. It’s sunny outside, and I long to feel the warmth on my skin. I have to get out of here. Somehow.

“I’ll bring you something else to eat then.”

“What?” I ask, turning toward him.

“I’ll get some other kind of food for you.” I furrow my brows together, still looking at him in confusion. “Didn’t you say the smell of fish makes you sick?”

“Oh, yeah, I did.” I turn back toward the window again. I think about everything that has happened to me since the day I decided to trick him. Nothing went as planned. Nothing. In fact, everything backfired on me big time, the realness of the situation kicking me right in the face. While I have to come to terms with the fact I deserve
some
sort of punishment for what I tried to do to him, I
don’t
deserve this.

It’s too much to be locked away like a criminal. It’s frightening to be pregnant and have to deal with everything that entails in and of itself. Plus, I have to deal with Drayden’s moody and mean ass.

Reflection is the only thing I have these days. If I could go back to that night, I would’ve done it again, minus the blackmailing part. I was drawn to him and I would have still pursued it, probably taking him up on his offer to see me again, too. But I can’t
what if
myself to death; it does no good and won’t get me anywhere. What I
should
focus on now is how to deal with this until I can escape from it. He can’t keep me locked away forever. Can he?

“Essie?”

I jump. His voice startles me; I thought he left to get me some more food. I slowly turn around so I can see his face, and what I see stops me. He looks like he’s worried about something, like he wants to ask me something but is trying to talk himself out of it.

“Yeah?” He keeps his eyes on me, all the while putting his bottom lip through Hell, biting it in some kind of new nervousness. I don’t even know if he realizes he’s doing it. It’s kind of sexy.

“Uh…what do you want to eat?” Yeah, that’s not the question he was thinking of asking me.

“Can you get me some soup? Chicken noodle if you have it? I’m not feeling so great all of a sudden and don’t want to upset my stomach any further.             

“Sure thing. I’ll see if I have any ginger ale, as well.”

He’s not gone thirty seconds when I start to cry. I mean, really cry. Hard, big tears force their way down my reddened cheeks. I can’t even pinpoint the exact reason why I’m upset. Everything is jumbling together, creating one huge mess and I can’t stop it. I try to control myself before he comes back; I don’t want him to know I let weakness seep from my body again. I did it in front of him once before, and I’ll be damned if he sees me in that state again. I wipe my eyes, get up and head toward the bathroom to blow my nose. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, there is no hiding my red, swollen eyes. Maybe I can pass them off as allergies or something. Allergies to what? I don’t know.

Shutting off the bathroom light, I take a couple steps into the bedroom and am stopped instantly when I run right into his chest. He reaches for my arms to steady me before I fall over.

“You’re way too quiet, Drayden. I didn’t even hear you come back in here. You scared the shit out of me.” I hate being scared; it pisses me off. My mood instantly went from sad and upset to pissed and surly.

He’s still holding on to me, looking right down into my face, his gaze never wavering. “Are you all right? Were you crying?”

I shrug off his hold, scuffling back toward the bed. I’m exhausted, again, and I don’t want to have this conversation with him, so I deflect his question. “Can I have the soup?”

“Not until you answer me. Were you crying?”

“What the hell do you care? Now give me the damn soup,” I demand. When he doesn’t move, I dramatically get up again, reach over and snatch the soup bowl from the tray.

“You’re right, Essie. I don’t care.”

I can feel the tears swim behind my eyes, and I do everything I can to hold them at bay.
Not in front of him. Don’t cry in front of this awful man.

I can’t stand to be anywhere near him. Not right now. So I get up again, walk around to the other side of the bed, put my ear buds in and sit down with my back turned toward him before starting to eat my soup. I don’t know if he’s still standing behind me or not, but I make sure to stare out the window long after I finish my lunch, just in case.