I watched through the backseat car window as the three men slapped hands and pounded each other’s backs in normal manly fashion. The guy who I assumed was Blake carried a small, black duffle bag. He handed the bag over, appearing casual when I was anything but. I stared at the black duffle bag, silently freaking out over the possibilities of its content.
When they turned back to the car, Keiran placed the bag on the backseat floor. I could hear the muffled movements of what sounded like glass knocking around. The temptation to open the bag was strong and he must have known by the glare on his face.
“Don’t touch it,” he warned and I realized Keiran was watching me along with Keenan and Blake.
“I wasn’t going to,” I lied but instead of leaving like I thought he would, he sat down in the backseat. The space became smaller and suddenly there wasn’t enough air to breath. Why did I always feel the need to catch my breath when I was close to him?
He slid over the seat until he was sitting directly next to me and shut the car door with a resounding thud. He then reached over me to lock the door with a click that was soft but rung loud in my ears. I pressed my back against the car door, my breath releasing fast and uneven. He palmed the back of my head and then his fingers slipped over the strands until he wound my ponytail around his hand lightly.
“Say that again,” he demanded. His voice was calm but his eyes were not as he waited patiently for me to repeat myself. I reluctantly coughed back up the lie.
“That’s what I thought you said,” he whispered just before a sharp pain emerged from my scalp. My head was tilted back far enough to block my view of him. “Lie to me again and I will hurt you, Monroe. I promise I will hurt you. There are worse pains than just the physical and I won’t hesitate to make you feel them. Do we understand each other?”
I nodded as best as I could, with his grip on my hair. Just as fast as it happened it was over. He was out of the car again and walking back over to Blake, who watched me curiously. Keiran must have said something to him because he abruptly turned his head back to him.
The campus was still occupied by a few students who were probably leaving a late class or studying in the library. The attention Keiran and Keenan were receiving from the loads of girls, who appeared out of nowhere, didn’t escape my attention. A few even stopped to talk and hand over a little slip of paper that I knew contained their number.
I quelled the disgust I felt and willed myself not to feel anything remotely close to jealousy. That wasn’t possible. Instead I focused on the scenery and the obvious signs that fall was here. I loved when the leaves would turn color. The various browns, golds, and reds painted a beautiful, colorful canvas of the world, shielding the reality that it was as dark as my beautiful tormentor. At least that was what he was intent on teaching me.
After a few minutes of ignoring the nauseous display of shameless girls parade in front of the group with short skirts and low tops, they finally made for the car. I was willing to bet they never even exchanged names. Girls are stupid.
I pretended to pick my nails even after they got in the car and we left the college campus behind. When we got to the highway I still had not looked up from my nails and by this time I had nail polish shavings on my lap from picking at the paint. Full of spite, I cheerfully brushed the shavings all over the clean floor of his car.
You could call it immature. I call it revenge. It was my own little way to say ‘fuck you’. I didn’t realize I laughed out loud until Keenan turned his head and looked at me funny. I quickly averted my gaze and stared out window watching the day give way to night.
* * *
When we arrived back in Six Forks, I fully expected to be driven home. Instead I found myself once again at Keiran’s house. I prayed for patience when he exited the car and opened the backdoor for what I assumed was the bag. Instead he pulled me out of the car and Keenan retrieved the bag from the backseat.
With his hand on my arm I wasn’t brave enough to fight off his hold so I let him drag me into his house. Keenan followed behind us to deposit the bag before retreating back out the door. Moments later I could hear the rumble of a bike drive away.
Realization dawned on me that I was now alone with Keiran. He had taken off for parts unknown in the house, leaving me standing in the entryway. I eyed the bag left by the door, tempted to go against his warning. What if he was dealing and he just took me on some kind of drug run? Either way I was screwed as either a witness or a participant. Depends on how the police would see if we had been caught.
“What are you doing?” Keiran asked from behind me. I didn’t hear him approach and jumped before whirling around to face him with a guilty flush spreading over my skin.
“What’s in the bag? Are you selling drugs?” I answered with a question of my own.
When his jaw clenched, I thought he would lash out but when all he said was, “Call your aunt but make it quick and don’t try anything,” I was surprised. It was then that I noticed he was holding my phone in his hand.
“Exactly what am I supposed to try? I love my aunt and I will do anything to protect her. Just because you don’t know the meaning of the word doesn’t mean it isn’t real.”
Silence.
“So, you’d do anything to protect her?” His tone was too calm as he slowly stepped forward. “Is that right?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Give me a blow job.” I felt something quicken inside me and my entire body blush.
“What?”
“You heard me the first time.” My eyes widened when he began unbuckling his belt. The familiar feelings of panic begin to set in as he continued to approach me. “On your knees. I want to feel those pretty pink lips on me.”
“Don’t do this.”
“I’m not. You are. Prove yourself and save your precious aunt.” His hand pushed me down until I was on my knees. My body became numb and my ability to think fled. I could hear his harsh words replaying over and over in my head. Would he really spare my aunt if I did it? Could I even go through with it?
“Decide quickly. My offer won’t last forever.” His offer? Is that really how he saw it? More like coercion and blackmail.
“I –”
“It doesn’t require you to talk.” He lowered his jeans and boxers until they hung just around his hips. His cock had sprung out of the confines of his jeans and a shiver of apprehension ran through my body, while my eyes widened with shock and trepidation.
His erection was long and thick with angry veins running the length. My attention was drawn to the pulsing head that had a bead of moisture shining on the tip. My belly had butterflies and my mouth and lips suddenly felt to dry. I licked my lips to moisten them and Keiran’s gaze zeroed in on my lips as I did. A low, throaty sound erupted from his lips as he watched me.
He began a stroking motion, up and down while gazing down at me, daring me with his eyes. When I continued to hesitate he grabbed the nape of my neck and brought my lips closer. The tip of his cock touched my lips and he began rubbing it across slowly. I was shaking uncontrollably with an emotion and feeling that I couldn’t explain. But I did recognize shame. Shame that I wanted to taste him even though he only wanted to degrade me.
“Ok, I’ll do it, but please be gent –”
My words were lost when he plunged his cock into my mouth without warning. He continued to push forward with a groan and I immediately felt pressure at the back of my throat, causing me to gag. I instinctively closed my mouth around the intruding length to relieve the pressure but soon realized my mistake. My body heat rose in response to his aggression and I felt both fear and desire battle within me.
Unfortunately, fear had won over and I put all my strength into ripping away from him by pushing against his strong thighs. “I can’t!” I cried out when my mouth was finally able to release him.
He pushed me away and I fell to the floor, landing on my back and causing a loud smack to sound through the air. Rather than lashing out, he laughed. But it was full of anger and disgust as he looked down at me, nostrils flaring. “You can’t because you won’t. You’re no better than the rest. You don’t give a damn about your aunt.”