Lost & Bound by Tara Hart

for something to happen. That’s when I hear the front
door unlock. The door squeaks as it opens and then slams shut. The rashness of
his movements tells me it’s not Callum. He isn’t so rough, so forceful.
    I hear his feet hit each step and his
presence fills the room before I see him. I can smell him too, an overwhelming,
musky scent that I now associate with pain.
    I hear his heavy breathing as he approaches
the bed, his shoes making an awful squeaking sound against the hard, concrete
floor. I squeeze my eyes closed and wish myself away to another place.
    “Emmy,” he coos.
    I’m still here.
    “Emmy, are you asleep?”
    He taps my foot and I instinctively draw my
legs against my chest.
    I’m alone with him and I know this time my
savior won’t be rushing through the door. This time I am alone and I am his .
    He lets out a long exhale. “Be a good girl
and look at me.”
    I sit upright on the bed, my eyes cast low.
I hate looking at his face.
    “You’re dressed.” He smiles. “You look
beautiful.”
    I’m in the white outfit that I wore to the
party the night Callum saved me.
    “What about your lips?” He frowns.
    I forgot to paint my lips. What color did
he want, pink or red, pink or red? I meet his eyes. I know I’m about to be
punished. His face is stern, his lips set in a thin line as his icy gaze
focuses on my face.
    “Never mind,” he says and I almost choke.
    Never mind? I haven’t played by the rules, I didn’t paint my lips rosa or vermelho and he isn’t going to punish me?
    “I want to fuck you too badly to worry
about the color of your lips.” He leans forward, grabbing both of my feet in
his hands. His grip is tight around my ankles as he pulls me to the edge of the
bed. My head meets his chest and I squeeze my eyes closed.
    He places a long finger underneath my chin
and pulls my face up to look at his. I can see the rapid beat of his heart
through his shirt, his heavy breath coming out of his nostrils and hitting my
face.
    “I have been thinking about this moment all
day,” he tells me.
    He runs his finger along my lips and then
up my cheek, stopping at the corner of my eye.
    “Actually I’ve been thinking about it since
the party.”
    My eyes go wide. I try not to react, but
when he mentions the party it startles me.
    “The man you spent the night with, he’s my
son,” he says. Our eyes lock together, and although his gaze is intimidating,
I’m too frightened to look away. My chin rests on the slight curve of his belly, my nostrils breathing him in with each inhale.
    “I wasn’t happy about it at first,” he
says, “but then I thought you may appreciate me more after your time together.
There is no way someone like my son, with such little experience, could please
you in the ways I can.”
    I want to sneer, to tell him he’s delirious
and Callum is one hundred times the man he’ll ever be, but he can’t know that I
understand every single word he utters.
    He pushes me back on the bed, his eyes
drinking me in as he unbuckles his belt and forces his pants to the floor. He doesn’t unbutton his shirt, he hardly ever does. He kneels
on the bed, one knee wedged between my legs as his eyes linger on my breasts.
    He runs his finger underneath the fabric of
my top. His fingers stroking my cleavage before he rips the thin piece of
material from my body.
    “You’re such a fucking slut,” he seethes.
“You’re a slut, but I want nothing more than to bury myself inside of you.”
    He closes the distance between us, his body
over mine, the heat from his form suffocating me,
making it impossible to breath.
    “Beautiful.” He runs a finger along my
cheekbone. “Just beautiful.”
    I fight back a shudder as he slips one
finger inside of me. I’m dry, dry like the desert. He notices and brings his
finger to his mouth, sucks on it and then slips it back inside of me. He pushes
in all the way to his knuckle and then he murmurs his delight.
    “So tight.”
    The sudden invasion