And with that, we called it a night.
Although I was really tired from working, I tossed and turned in my bed. I kept thinking about HIM. I thought about how we met and how sweet HE was to me in the beginning. His strong, domineering personality drew me to HIM. The way HE was able to command attention with just HIS presence in a room was incredibly attractive. HE did the same with me. HE was so strong and took possession of my mind and body so quickly, but I loved it. I felt I needed it. HIS strength turned me on. Even how HE controlled little things I did, seemed exciting and addictive. Maybe it was more that HE cared so much about everything that I did and I never had that.
Does HE miss me? I was with him for so long, I couldn’t help but miss HIM. I missed the smirks he would give me if I spoke out of turn. I never knew if those cute smirks were because HE liked what I said or because HE was thinking of a punishment for me.
The good punishments were fun and exciting. Our incredible sexual nights were filled with the most intense pleasure that were beyond my wildest dreams. Some were romantic and sweet. Others were filled with the most animalistic, primal force. HE would spank me in the most sexually intimate way and want to please me in every way possible. If it was a really good punishment, HE would make me come endlessly throughout the night, on command of course. I could never come without HIM telling me to. Just thinking of those made my heart beat faster. I loved those nights. I tried to think of when they seemed to stop.
Had HE gotten bored with me? Is that why the bad punishments started? It seemed like they increased during the past several months. Why couldn’t it stay the same as in the beginning? HE seemed so caring back then; I missed that so much.
Then I started thinking of the bad punishments, the nights HE claimed HE was teaching me “life lessons.” Those were the bad nights, which I only experienced a couple of those during the first year. Some nights they felt like an eternity. Tears started to fall as I remembered those nights. Kneeling naked in the middle of his bed, blindfolded, HE would make me wait…and wait. Always wondering if it was a good punishment or a bad one, although I think deep down, I knew. And then HE would come in and use my body any way HE wanted – for HIS pleasure only. Always taking me to the brink, but never letting me climax.
The worst were in the chains. That’s what I called them anyway. He would shackle my hands and feet, standing as if making an X, and then spank, paddle and whip me as HE pleased. HE knew I feared those nights the worst. The threats were always there. HE had started doing those just recently and I couldn’t understand why. I had tried over and over again to comply with HIS wishes.
I had a safe word of course, “Como.” I decided I wanted that name as my safe word because it reminded me of the wonderful times we had at HIS vacation villa in Lake Como. I had it in my mind that using a word reminding me of such a good time would bring me instant relief if I needed it. I had never used it, although there were many times I had wanted to.
And then, there was that last night. I’ll never forget the look on HIS face when HE removed my blindfold allowing me to see what I had done.
I let the tears fall thinking of that night. I started crying, but then heard Flynn yell from down stairs, “The fucking bitch!! I KNEW it Z! I told you she was a cheating whore!” I sat up wiping my eyes and tried to hear more. He said a couple of things more to him that I couldn’t make out and then the front door slammed closed.
I guess Melanie was right about Z’s girlfriend.
Chapter 4
Z
My head was pounding. I tried to open my eyes slowly, but the room kept spinning. What the hell happened? Oh yeah…fucking whore. I tried to sit up but couldn’t. I felt like shit. I felt the bile coming up my throat and ran to the bathroom. I made it just in time. I heaved several times and sat there on the floor for a while. I put my head against the cold tub. It felt so good. I tried to stand, but realized sitting was best at this point.
I tried to remember what happened. After closing the bar, I walked up my front stairs to my door and I thought I heard moaning. I opened the front door and there was Sheila bent over my couch taking it from behind from some asshole. It took me a second to register what the fuck was happening. It was all in slow motion. Reliving it in my mind, I started puking again.
I remembered grabbing him and beating the shit out of him. Sheila was grabbing me trying to get me to leave him alone. I threw him out the front door and turned to her. She was pissed. Why the fuck was she pissed at me? She was fucking some douche!
She started yelling at me that I’m always at the club and never giving her any attention. I still don’t get that. It’s not like I didn’t try to spend time with her, but she was always busy making plans. I thought having her move in with me would bring us closer. Wrong.
I started dry heaving again remembering last night. My phone was ringing. Where was that sound coming from? Shit. It kept ringing. I wish it would stop. I realized it was in the living room somewhere. I stood up slowly and walked out. It stopped by the time I reached for it. Ten missed calls. Four from Sheila.
Fuck her.
The other calls were from Flynn, Mel and my brother, Matt.
Just then the door swung open and Mel and Clark came in.
“Second shift is here!” Mel chimed trying to put a smile on. She came over to hug me, but I put a hand up and ran back to the bathroom.
“Flynn said you were pretty messed up. He said he made sure you were still breathing when he came home for a shower and to get some sleep,” she called out from the living room. “I think we need a trip to Rita’s for the hangover cure.” I heaved some more making hacking noises.
“Maybe we’ll wait just a little bit!” Mel called out.
Clark started laughing. “Holy shit. Look at this place! What’d you do, start punching the walls or something? What was wrong with the pictures?” I heard Mel saying something to Clark and he said, “Ah, right, bitch bought all that shit.”
Mel came in with a glass of water and two Advil, handing them to me. I just sat there. “When are you going to fix the kitchen faucet? I almost got soaked again!” I ignored her.
“Why Mel? What the fuck did I do to her?” I whined like a pussy. She sat on the floor next to me.
She rubbed my back as she tried to reason with me. “You knew she was wrong for you to begin with. You even said that. Why were you even trying to make it work?”
I closed my eyes. “I don’t know. I thought I could make it work. Uhh, I just want what my parents have.” She patted my shoulder and stood.
“That shit only happens with the right girl. And that girl…was NOT the right girl. You’ll find her Z. Shit – you have a bar full of them coming in nightly!” Mel said laughing.
Clark showed up at the door. “What is wrong with you that you keep wanting relationships? They’re bullshit. You just wind up following a chick around like a damn puppy dog. And the sex? That shit goes down after a couple months.” I winced when he said “sex.” He had a point. Sheila and I hadn’t had sex in a long time, only to come home finding her having sex with someone else on my couch.
“You’ll get over her. I promise. Just like…what was her name?” Mel asked glancing up at Clark.
He smirked, “Marie. She was just an idiot.”
“Can we stop bashing my choices in women just for now, please? At least ‘til my hangover dies down.” I choked out.
Mel got up and walked over to the living room. I heard her start to clean. “Holy shit. How many bottles did you guys go through?” I had no idea. I knew I was pounding them to try to get the vision of Sheila bent over, taking it from behind from some dickwad, out of my head. Then we started on hard liquor when we ran out of beer. I didn’t bother responding to her.
“Come on. Are you done hacking it all up for now? Let’s hit Rita’s!” Mel said pulling on my arm. “Fresh air will do you some good anyway.”
We started walking to the door. All I could see was the huge mess I made. All her shit was still here. What the fuck was I going to do with all her crap? I’d have to see her again. Shit.
Mel noticed my look. “We’ll come back and throw her crap out on the lawn when we get back. You don’t need to look at her stuff.” I nodded, thinking the sooner we get it out the better.
The walk to Rita’s was tough. I think I puked again on the way, but can’t really remember. We finally made it there and took our normal table by the window.
Flynn walked in looking like I felt and sat down at the table. A round of hangover specials were ordered for the table. And we sat there in silence for a while.
Flynn started up, “So, how ya feeling now that all your questions have been answered?”
I closed my eyes and put my head in my hands. “Fuck. I guess it was going to happen, right? Who the hell can deal with me being at the club all the time?”
“It’s not that Z. You just need the right girl to put up with a club owner, that’s all.” Mel said a bit too brightly. I like her better when she’s hung over too.
Flynn clapped my shoulder and said, “Nah, that’s not it. You just need someone who has your same interests. Sheila did not have your same interests.”
“Not to mention, she was just a bitch. Hot, but really a mean bitch!” Clark added in.
I was just glad the food and Bloody Mary showed up. I so needed it. The Bloody Mary hit the spot just right.
I looked up out the window and noticed a hot chick running in a tiny bra top and little shorts. She looked familiar. Her hair was up in a ponytail swinging from side to side. Holy shit, she was hot. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Mel noticed me looking, followed my stare and exclaimed, “Hey, there’s Izzy!”
“Izzy? My new bartender Izzy?” I asked.
Mel started laughing. “Yes, my hung over friend.”
“Man, she is so freaking hot.” Clark said looking out the window watching her until she was out of sight. Shit, he was right. She’s really gorgeous.
“Off limits, remember? She’s got stuff to workout, Superman.” Mel said laughing at him. I felt a bit jealous that he was even talking about her. The guy seriously couldn’t keep it in his pants. How he does not have a disease by now was beyond me.
My foggy brain was trying to remember what her deal was. Oh yeah, the psycho ex-boyfriend.
“She seemed like she picked up pretty well last night at the bar,” Flynn said.
“Yeah, but she was just serving beers. Tuesday I’ll have her start mixing drinks.” I said. I was just glad we changed the subject from me walking in on my girlfriend taking it from behind by another dude.
We started chatting about different things to keep the conversation going. Well, they kept the conversation going, I mostly listened, trying not to think about…that whore. My attention turned back to the conversation when Flynn asked Mel and Clark if they’re going to the block party at our parents’ house in two weeks.
“Nah, I’m out. Last time I went there I had to hold babies and be nice to little kids. Not my thing.” Clark said sitting back with his hands clasped behind his head.
Flynn laughed, “We drink and always wind up playing some football and stuff.”
Clark shook his head. “Nah the only chicks there are either underage or married with little kids. Not my thing, dude.”
“What about you, Mel?” I asked.
“You know I’m always in. I love both your parents. I always have a great time with them.” Then she asked, “Mind if I bring Izzy? I’m sure she could use a fun gathering like that. Something ‘normal’ people do,” She added in, glaring at Clark. I started thinking of Izzy in her little running outfit.
Hell yeah, you can bring her.
“Yeah, bring Izzy. My parents will probably love her like they love you, you know that Mel.” Flynn said winking at her. She smirked. I wish they would just get together, I thought as I sat there staring at them too long. Seriously, I feel like I’m still drunk.
We paid our bills and headed back to my place.
Mel insisted we throw all Sheila’s shit in garbage bags and throw them on the front lawn. And that’s just what we did. It took us about an hour since we were literally just bagging everything.
By then, Sheila pulled up in her car and jumped out, wailing on the front lawn. “My stuff! What are you guys doing? This is all my stuff!”
“Yeah, it is.” Mel spat out smiling smugly, “Now take it all, along with your nasty slut ass, and go!”
“Fuck you, bitch! Are you fucking him now?” Sheila started screaming from the front lawn. I felt a cat fight coming on. Clark’s face lit up with a smile.
“He can fuck anyone he wants because obviously you do!” Mel screamed out. Flynn stepped in and pulled Mel behind him as he watched Sheila starting to stalk over. Mel didn’t care. At that point she was ready to fight her and was reaching from behind Flynn to grab Sheila. I decided to step in before it got full blown. As I started walking to her, I heard Clark say “No, Z let ‘em go. This’ll be awesome!”
I stepped right in front of Sheila. “Look. It’s over between us. You screwed someone else in my fucking house. Now just take your shit and go.”
“You know this is all your fault, don’t you Z?” Sheila started saying and then Mel started screaming from behind me, “Bitch, it’s your fault! He treated you awesome and you’ll never get even half that shit from that dude you were fucking!” Flynn was trying to calm her down. I couldn’t help but chuckle. Mel really was protective over her friends.
I turned back to Sheila and started picking up bags and carrying them to her car. I threw them all in there, shoving shit in as fast as I could. I didn’t even want to talk to her anymore. I felt like I was going to hit her, but I don’t hit chicks, ever. She was crying and saying over and over how it was my fault and that I live at the bar and something about all the sluts I flirt with. That pissed me off, so I yelled back at her, “I don’t flirt with them. They’re my customers.” Then I realized I was talking to a wall and what did it matter what I said to her now? I held her car door open and glared at her.
“FINE!” She screamed. “But just remember this was all your fault because you suck at relationships!”