Surrender: Keeping Her in the Dark Vol. 4 (23 page)

“Kelly!” I shouted from my office. “I can’t find the Palmer thingy,” I moved a pile of papers on my desk to the other side. “Kelly!” I shouted again.

“Reign in your horses, boss lady. I have the Palmer thingy right here,” she handed me the file with all the specific requests from the client.

“Great, thank you.” I took it from her.

“You don’t look so hot,” she sat down. “Everything ok at home?” she was always looking out for me.

I tapped my fingers against the desk.

“I have a hypothetical situation I need your opinion on,” I stood up.

“Say, you knew someone, that was in a similar situation as I am,” I paused and looked at her. “The situation I have neither confirmed nor denied.”

“Oh that situation? Ok, go on,” she said. I paced back and forth behind my desk.

“Let’s just say her clothes aren’t fitting the way they should anymore and her,” I looked down at the little bump located exactly where my flat stomach use to be. “Her body is also changing, not to mention she is emotional and exhausted all the time,” I leaned on my desk and let out a deep breath.

“Yeah, I got it.”

“Well let’s just say this same person has a husband who likes to get rough every once in a while,” I gave her a knowing smile and took my seat again.

“Oh no.”

“Ah, yeah,” I said.

“He wants to play in the basement?” she asked. I nodded. “I thought the police took all that stuff away?”

“They did. He took some of it back when everything was dropped against us.” I stood up and started pacing again. “We haven’t been down there in a long time.” I ran my hand over my stomach. “What am I going to do?” I asked.

“Well you have to tell him, Norah!”

“I can’t. Not now. It isn’t right. He’s still trying to get over Gerald. He’s all messed up in his head. He’s upset, he’s angry, he’s” I paused.

“He’s always upset or angry about something! You can’t keep this from him anymore. He could hurt you or more importantly he could hurt the baby. Think of how that would affect him? He loses his father figure, he feels like he is failure at keeping people he loves around him, like he is some kind of ticking time bomb, and then he beats his wife so she miscarries a baby he didn’t know he even had?”

“You’re right, you’re right, I know you’re right.”

Kelly was right. I needed to tell him. I’ve needed to tell him for a long time. I can’t keep hiding this from him.

But every time I went to tell him, when I was on the verge of saying it, something happens. Not like someone knocking on the door, something big. But I couldn’t let life get in our way anymore. I had to tell him. I couldn’t risk what he could do to me without knowing that he was doing it. I wasn’t sure Liam ever wanted to be a father; definitely not now in the frame of mind he was in. But he certainly wouldn’t want to hurt the unborn baby. I was sure of that.

Having all of this knowledge and being ready to tell him the truth, I still found myself lacing up my black boots and putting on my black leather mask to head down to the basement.

I stood in front of the door and took a few deep breathes. I wasn’t sure what I was about to do. I moved the hair from my shoulders and opened the door slowly. But what I saw was something much different than what I expected.

Liam was standing in the middle of the room. He had candles lit all over the room. He had brought back in the big black leather couch, two large cherry wood bookcases with shelves covered in sex toys. I saw the sybian that had given me so much pleasure before in the corner and a few chains hanging from the ceiling with a swing at the end.

“Please come in, little one,” he took my hand and led me to the middle of the room. I stood between two leather handcuffs hanging from the ceiling.

Liam rolled a cart of leather whips, clamps, feathers, crops, and floggers.

“Are you familiar with all of these?” he asked. I nodded. “Good,” he said as he picked up one of the cuffs. But instead of putting it on my wrist, he put it on his. I looked up at him but he wasn’t looking at me.

He gestured for me to help him with his other hand and then moved his feet around the floor. I hooked up his other hand and then knelt down to hook his feet up. I stood back up and started fidgeting with my hands.

“Ah, Liam, I don’t,” I started.

“Put the blind fold on me,” he said. I did as he requested. I started to say something else but he stopped me.

“You can do this, little one. I need it. You have to do this,” he hung his head. I walked around him slowly then made my way over to the stereo system. I needed motivation.

I closed my eyes and tried to remember what happened to me at the sex clubs with Nick. I remembered being chained up, I remembered being whipped and beaten. I remembered the lights flashing, the loud music, my head thrashing back and forth and the pain. I remembered the pain.

I found the Prodigy playlist and hit shuffle. The music started in with the loud base and Liam jerked his head back. I moved over to the lighting controls and turned on the strobe lights. Then I walked back over to Liam and removed the blind fold. He started to protest but I smacked his chest with a flogger and he quickly stopped. His eyes became cold and hard.

I ran my hand over the red mark on his chest and then grabbed a mesh blind fold from the table.

“I want you to see this,” I said. “I think you should be able to have the complete experience.” I slowly walked around him moving the flogger up and down on his body. Oh, I was going to enjoy this.

I slowly ran the flogger down his back and around his butt. He rolled his head back and forth. I took a whip from the table and smacked his back. His head shot up. I did it again and he jerked his head in the other direction. I did it again, and he yelled “Yes, yes, yes!”

“I didn’t tell you to talk,” I smacked him five times in a row; fast and hard. “Don’t say another word!” I shouted. I liked telling him what to do. I knew deep down he liked it too. He needed this. He needed me to beat the shit out of him.

I moved to the front so he could see me. I stood in front of him making sure he could feel my body against his. His chest was covered in sweat, so I ran my fingers over his pecs and then licked them. He made a humming noise, so I smacked him against his chest. He smiled so I smacked him again.

“Don’t think you can flash that pretty boy smile at me, Mr. Hastings. You have put me through too much shit for me to take it easy on you.” I grabbed his lips and pinched them into a duck face and gave him a long kiss.

I used the whip on his chest. I tried to make an x symbol but I wasn’t that in control. The marks I made looked deep and red, but more importantly they looked painful.

He had whelps on his chest and back, but I knew he wanted more. I took a feather from one wrist, down his arm, across his chest and then up the other arm. I signed my name with the tip of the feather across his chest.

I stepped closer and untied his satin pants, letting them drop to the floor. Then I shoved my hand down his boxer brief’s and massaged his member.

“Not as hard as I would like it to be,” I panted against his chest. I started at his neck and moved down to his navel, and then to his shaft.

I rubbed it against my cheek and licked down the sides. I moved my hand up and down, softly. His shaft stiffened in my hand.

“Oh, now you’re happy,” I said. “Well, not yet big man,” I stood back up. This session in the playroom wasn’t about coming for Liam. It wasn’t about sex at all. It was about pain.

I took the pinwheel from the table and ran it over Liam’s back. I could see the little prick marks it was making in his flesh. I rolled it over his chest and down his arms as well. I pressed so hard I could see some of the little pricks were bleeding.

My instincts were to stop. I didn’t like inflicting pain on him. But I knew he thought he needed this, and I knew he wanted more. I happened to see a paddle in the corner. It was big, long and had little holes in it. I grabbed it and brought it over.

“I’m going to spank you for each of your offenses against me. And yes, I have been keeping count,” I whispered in his ear from behind. “I want you to count out loud, so you know too.” I licked his ear and then leaned back.

His voice started getting weaker around 25, 26, and 27. I wanted to make it to 30. His ass was red. I knew he was going to have trouble sitting down for a week.

At 30 I stopped and dropped the paddle. I went to the music and turned it off. I turned the lights back to normal. I walked back to Liam and removed his restraints and mask. I dropped to my knees in front of him.

“I can’t do anymore. Please don’t make me,” I panted. I started crying at his feet. I was exhausted and clearly not as good at this as he was. He dropped down and kissed the back of my head.

“Thank you, little one. Thank you,” he said it over and over.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Liam

I needed that. I needed to hurt more than I already did. As soon as I caught my breath I grabbed Norah’s arm and pushed her back on the floor.

“Now it’s my turn, little one,” I barely even kissed her before I was inside her. I needed dirty, rough sex to go with the marks on my body. I pressed myself into her over and over again. I saw her back arch and her eyes close. She bit her bottom lip and I came hard. I pulled out as soon as it was over and walked to the bathroom.

I felt her looking at me from behind as I washed my face and cock. I looked behind me and she was leaning against the door.

“Are you ok?” she asked in her small voice.

“I’m fine. You?” I asked as I grabbed the towel and dried my hands.

“I’m good.” She turned and started blowing out candles.

“Thank you,” I said. She looked over at me and nodded. I put on some old sweat pants and a t-shirt and started helping her with the candles. She went to the bathroom and changed into some baggy yoga pants and a sweatshirt.

We got things straight in the basement and then headed up for bed. We made it to the bottom of the staircase and I heard voices.

“I think Rosa and a few others are in the kitchen,” she said. I stopped and listened. I heard laughing. I couldn’t believe Rosa was laughing so soon after Gerald’s death. We walked slowly to the kitchen.

“He yanked the hose out of my hand just as Lina turned it on. It squirted him straight in the face,” more laughter. “He kept saying ‘turn it off, turn it off’.” Whoever was telling this story was laughing hard too. “It never occurred to him to drop the hose! He was soaked from head to toe!” Everyone laughed, even me.

“I remember that,” I said and everyone turned to face me. “My favorite story about him was the stories he told about himself,” the room chuckled. “He worked for my old man, so Gerald has been a part of my life for a long time.” I moved to the island in the kitchen where everyone else was standing.

“But even when I was a boy, he was still old.” Everyone laughed. “I always remember him having gray hair and being old. So one day I asked him what he did for a job before he came to work for my father. He told me he was an Irish dancer and toured with the Irish Clover Dance Company, until he hurt his knee and had to retire.” The group laughed.

“He told me he was a concert pianist,” Raymond said.

“I heard he was part of the Irish Luge team,” Carmen added.

“Has Ireland ever had a luge team?” Norah asked and the group laughed.

“He told me he played minor league baseball and was once called up to cover for Jose Conseco,” Norah said.

“And you believed that?” I said to her.

“Of course. I had nothing to compare it to,” she shrugged.

“Didn’t it bother you at all that he played baseball after he hurt his knee dancing?” I laughed. Everyone laughed.

It was nice to laugh. It was nice to think about Gerald. I was happy, but my back was burning. I needed to clean myself up.

“Well I hate to break this up, but I need a shower. Thank you all,” I said. I took Norah’s hand and headed back upstairs.

“Do you need a hot shower or a cold one?” she yelled from the bathroom.

We took a lukewarm shower and she shivered the whole time. I tried to mess around a little but she said she wasn’t into it. Norah had never denied me before, and I could always make her get into it. I ignored it. But it bothered me.

She put ointment on my back and chest and then went to sit at her dresser and brush her hair.

“Did you come?” I asked and she looked up at me. “Downstairs, before on the floor?” she shook her head. “You sure you’re ok?” I asked. It wasn’t like Norah to not come. This had happened a few times now.

“I’m just tired, I guess.” I wanted to press it some more but I could see she didn’t want to talk about it. So I let it go. For now. She would have to answer my questions soon though.

We went to work the next day like everything was normal. Norah acted like her old self. She was chipper, dressed to kill, makeup flawless and hungry. She ate her pancakes and then she ate mine while I was talking to Steve on the cell.

The next morning it hit me that I hadn’t eaten in a few days.

“I gotta go,” she leaned over and kissed my forehead as I just looked at my empty plate.

“Alright darling, have a good day,” I looked over at Lina who was standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room.

“Can I have some more pancakes?” I asked. She smiled and went in the kitchen.

I felt better but I didn’t want to go to work. I wanted to stay at home and enjoyed the quiet. My head had been so cloudy and full of noise and it was finely quiet. By lunch time I headed into work. I couldn’t take being in the house and having nothing to do but think.

We sat in the study after work while Lina finished dinner. She wasn’t as on top of things as Rosa. Lina was better at dusting and making beds. But Rosa needed a break. We didn’t complain.

“How was work?” I asked and flipped the page of the paper.

“Good,” she said. She laid her head down on the side arm of the couch.

“You tired again?”

“A little,” she sounded tired. Her shirt buckled a little bit and I could see down her shirt. She was wearing a red bra. A red lacy bra. My crotch started to swell. Her skin was perfect, almost glowing. She was busting out of her bra. Her skirt was tighter than usual.