Lost & Bound by Tara Hart Page A

feels uncomfortable,
but I don’t fight it. I learned long ago that reacting only spurred him on
more. A cry from pain would make him fuck me harder. A plea for him to stop
would only make him go longer. So I stopped reacting. Now I’m just a warm body
that lies lifelessly beneath him.
    I let my head fall to the side, focusing on
a crack in the wall. It’s getting bigger. It seems to grow in length every
single day. I wonder if the room will eventually cave in. I pray for it, for
the room to crumble and swallow me up.
    “Are you ready for me, Emmy?”
    You’re disgusting. Get off of me. I fight the impulse to buck my hips.
    His finger slips inside me one last time
before he pulls back and guides his cock to meet my entrance. I feel his head
dip inside my folds. I bite the corner of my lip as I wait for him to thrust all
the way in.
    He lets out a long, nauseating grunt as he
fills me up, stretching me wide as he pushes deeper.
    I’m not here.
    I think of the ocean in Maceió . The way the
waves lap against the shore and when the water reaches your toes how it feels
warm and inviting. When he pushes inside of me, I think of home. I float off to
my happy place. When I close my eyes, I see Callum’s face, his gentle blue eyes
the same color as the water and his skin the same shade as the sand. I think of
Callum…
    “Oh Emmy,” Osborne groans. “Fuck, you’re so
good.”
    His words rip me back to the here and now.
My body remains limp and lifeless beneath him as he pumps into me again…
    And again…
    And again…
    He lets out a familiar groan, his teeth
grinding together as his cock violates my body one last time. The disgusting
sound is always the same when he comes, but it’s what I look forward to. It lets me know it’s over.
      I let my body relax as he rolls off of me
and onto the other side of the bed. He’s still puffing. His breath coming in short
labored gasps. Maybe he’s about to keel over and have a heart attack. I fantasize about this, as I lie motionless on my side of the
bed.
    “I’ll be out of town on Wednesday night,”
he tells me.
    I keep my eyes fixed on the crack in the
wall.
    “Tomorrow will be extra special.”
    I notice from the corner of my eye that
he’s looking at me, waiting for a reaction, any kind of reaction.
    “You know, Emmy, you really need to work on
your manners.”
    “Yes, sir,” I say in the best deadpan tone
I can manage. My voice croaks out of me, little and defenseless. The sound of a dying animal.
    “As I was saying, I want the blow job of my
life on Tuesday night, wear something that shows off your tits,” he says.
    I want to vomit.
    “And wear the red lipstick.”
    He stands from the bed and looks back at
me, his limp dick now hanging between his legs.
    “What color lipstick did I say, Emmy?”
    “Vermelho,” I whisper.
    “That’s right, red. Now go to sleep, I need
to get some work done.”
    When I hear the door click shut, I finally
let the tears fall.

Chapter
14

 
 
    Callum

 
    Eric pulls his heap of shit car up at the
curb and kills the ignition. I’m too weary to look at our surroundings, my head
still resting against the passenger window.
    “This is it.” Eric turns to me. When I
don’t react he shakes my shoulder. “Wake up, Mathers.”
    “I’m awake, jackass.” I tilt my sunglasses
down my nose and glare at him.
    We spent the majority of the drive in
silence. I was thinking about Leila mostly. Wondering if I’ve made the right
decision to try and help her, doubtful I could live my life without even
attempting to save her.
    “That’s the place.”
    Eric points to the house on the corner of
the street. It has a shabby fence, overgrown grass and a sofa on the porch.
Apart from the car in the driveway the house looks abandoned .
    “Seriously?”
    “We’re not in Merling anymore, Toto.” Eric
smiles at me. “Cal, this guy is good. Real good.”
    “I trust your judgment,” I say and I mean
it. I trust Eric with my life and if