“Zeke is going to have the garage door open. He wants you to pull in. He said he will be waiting for you,” she told me gently, and I nodded. My whole body tensed, knowing that I was not going to be able to avoid him when we got back.
When we got to the house, I saw Zeke waiting for us in the garage. I exhaled deeply, knowing that I was not looking forward to the upcoming confrontation. When I had turned up the driveway to Zeke’s house, the sedan that had been following us had driven on past. At least that was something.
When the car was parked in the garage, Zeke closed the garage door behind us. I shut off the car and handed Jessica the keys. She gave me a comforting smile and patted my hand.
“He loves you, Chelsea, and that isn’t going to change, no matter what crazy things you do,” she told me, and I nodded. I knew that he did. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and got out.
When my eyes met Zeke’s, I could see his anger. He was furious, but I had already known that he would be. I dropped my eyes, unable to meet his gaze any longer.
“We need to talk,” he said in a very controlled voice. My hands were trembling, and I didn’t think I could find my voice to speak, so I just nodded and followed him into the house.
The house seemed empty, and no one was around. Jessica had already disappeared, probably upstairs to her bedroom. I guess no one wanted to be around to see Zeke’s wrath. I followed him into the bedroom.
I shut the door behind us and then I glanced up at him, but his menacing expression had not changed. Quickly, I lowered my eyes to the floor. The silence stretched on for a long time, and I wished he would just yell or scream or something. Anything. I couldn’t handle this silence, and I wanted this to be over.
When I finally saw him move towards me, I looked up at him again. He walked forward until he was standing in front of me. My eyes opened wide when I saw the intensity of his look, and then his lips crashed down on mine.
It was a punishing kiss and his tongued pressed against my lips until I opened them and let him in. He assaulted my mouth, taking what he wanted from me, and I let him. If this was a punishment, I wanted more.
When he leaned back, he lifted my shirt and pulled it over my head. There was nothing gentle about it. Then he reached for my jeans and slid both them and my panties down my legs. When my bra landed on the pile of clothes, he stood back and looked at me.
He did not make any move to take his clothes off, and his eyes roamed over my body. Heat filled my cheeks at his heated expression, but I held perfectly still and let him look his fill. Then he pointed at the bed.
“On your stomach,” he said harshly, and I winced at his tone. However, I didn’t hesitate to obey him. Whatever this was, he thought it was a punishment, but my pussy thought otherwise. His perusal of my body had my pussy dripping.
I climbed onto the bed and laid down in the middle of it on my stomach. My head was turned so that I could see Zeke, and he slowly walked towards the bed. When he knelt on the bed, he moved over me so that one knee was on each side of my thighs. Then he bent over my back.
His hands went to my waist and slid up my sides, brushing the edges of my breasts. My body shivered at the contact. Then his hands went around my wrists at my sides, and he lifted my arms up over my head. I felt something soft wrap around my wrists, and a few moments later, he released my arms.
I tried to move them, but he had secured my wrists to the slats of the headboard. Looking up at the headboard, I saw that he had secured me with a thin strip of fabric. Then I felt his breath on my ear.
“You shouldn’t have left, Chelsea. I can’t keep you safe if I don’t know where you are,” he whispered, the heat from his breath tickling my ear. Warmth spread through me, and I waited anxiously to see what would happen next.
He moved off me, but I could tell by the dip in the mattress that he was still on the bed. His hands moved to my thigh and he ran both hands down my leg until he reached my ankle. A shiver ran through my body. Then I felt soft fabric go around my ankle and he pulled my leg to the side.
When he reached for my other leg, I knew what he was doing. When my other ankle was secure, my legs were spread open wide. Then a finger slipped inside my pussy, and I gasped. I was completely at his mercy, and he stroke my pussy walls with his finger.
“Zeke?” I asked hesitantly, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder.
“Shh, don’t speak,” he said softly, and I nodded my agreement.
Closing my eyes, I let the sensation of his finger inside me take over my thoughts. I tried rocking my hips against his hand, but I couldn’t with my legs and arms tied securely. I needed more, but he kept a consistent and slow rhythm that was torture. Maybe that was his plan.
He was on his knees between my legs, but he didn’t touch me anywhere but inside my pussy. Then his thumb stroked over my clit, and I
