THE MASOCHIST
TAYLOR
Taylor got a speeding ticket on the way home.
He knew the only reason he still had his license was because of his name. He wasn't an idiot. But he didn't
care to think about it right now. All he wanted to do was go home and all the cop wanted to do was talk. To get out of there faster, he pulled the celebrity card and signed an autograph for the cop's daughter. All he
wanted was to go home.
Fool's Banquet had been the most torturous and creatively genius week he had probably ever had. He was easily becoming obsessed with Mel. But was it her, or the thrill he got at the thought of the pinup girl in the magazine coming to life before his eyes? She was a completely different person in those magazine pages, it was unreal.
Every single night, Tay sat up at three in the morning with his cigarette and his liquor, outside on the patio, talking to Mel on the phone. The conversation was rarely ever clean. He heard things come out of her mouth that week that he didn't even know she knew the definition of. She promised him she wasn't touching herself as she talked to him. She promised. And he believed her. But he never told her he wished she was.
As a matter of fact, he didn't even masturbate in the shower. Ever. He was completely and utterly sexually desperate at this point and damn if it wasn't worth it in the end. The music that came out of Fool's Banquet that week was like none other. Copies of the Maxim pictures littered the walls of the house full of testosterone and some of the songs, which would never see the light of day, contained lyrics and subject matter that would make a normal person blush. It was good to go outside of the box for a change.
Tay lit up in the SUV on the way home, the windows down around him. He froze but he needed the cigarette to calm his nerves. Even though Mel said she sometimes found his smoking sexy, he still knew that she would kill him if she smelled smoke in his vehicle. He knew she had to draw the line somewhere with it. Furthermore, would he even be able to quit after this week? Or at least smoke recreationally? Right now he didn't care. He'd smoke an entire pack to calm the nerves he had at this moment if he had to.
He pulled up in the driveway and put the vehicle in park and sat as he finished his cigarette. He sort of found
himself in a peculiar position right now. The truth was, he had talked a lot of shit this past week. A LOT of shit. Said things to Mel that, in a normal world, he might be ashamed of if her dirty mind didn't love it
so much. He smiled briefly at the thought. But now that he'd talked the talk, could he walk the walk? Could he deliver? Did she actually expect him, for real, to sweep her off her feet the moment he walked in the door and do even half the shit he said he wanted to do to her over the phone? Which, by the way, was the plan anyway. But could he pull it off? Would he disappoint her? Had he gotten her hopes too high? Had he gotten his own too high?
He decided he was thinking too much about it and flicked his cigarette out the window before rolling the rest of them up and locking the car. He popped a peppermint in his mouth and walked in the front door of his house.
The house was eerily quiet. The television in the living room wasn't even playing. He had to admit, he sort of expected her to greet him when he came home. He couldn't decide if he was disappointed or not. Quickly he decided that the idea of a little game of hide-and-seek kind of turned him on. Quietly he walked through the house, poking his head in every doorway he came upon. Making his way underneath the balcony, then under the staircase, he heard her giggle ring out a couple rooms away. A smile spread across his face as he crept down the hallway toward the music room.
He heard her talking as he approached the door and decided to stop and eavesdrop for a moment before he surprised her. "I'm kinda surprised he's not home yet. I expected him home a few hours ago...well, you know how they get when--okay, you know how HE gets...some, yeah. You know I don't sleep well when he's not around. I mean, you were in New York with me, you know...yep, every single night, without fail...no, I didn't mind at all! Our conversations were...unconventional, to say the least. It was an interesting week...oh my god, I know! When he showed up at my door that night, I thought I was going to die. I was so ready to tell him where to shove it...of course I believed you when you told me he'd love it, I just--well I wasn't expecting him
to just show up and take you from my house right then and there!"
Mel giggled again and Tay smiled as he savored the candy in his mouth and eavesdropped on her. He was pretty sure he'd never heard her girl talk before and it was obvious she was girl talking with Nikki. He found it cute and he couldn't help but keep listening. He peeked inside the room and grinned at the sight. She sat on the bench of the black baby grand, randomly plunking at a key every now and then. She sat with her back turned to the door and one of her legs tucked up underneath her, her leg bare, and he wondered now what she
wore underneath the light pink sweater that hung off the sides of the piano bench. Her hair was in a ponytail and judging by her conversation, she had been "ready" for him at one point and then threw in the towel when she decided he wouldn't be home for hours. This would have made him feel bad if it didn't intrigue him more. The fact of the matter was, watching and listening to her giggle with her friend made him want to defile her even more than he had when we walked in the house.
"...to be honest, I didn't even know he had it in him! I mean, I did, but--Nikki, it was like talking to a completely different man. He wasn't even like that when we were teenagers! I mean, I know you don't really wanna hear all this, but--" she giggled again. "--well I don't care, either, I just didn't think--anyway, he said
things to me, that--Nikki, I just don't think I've ever wanted a person like that before!"
Tay's head met the wall and the grinned as he chewed his peppermint. His ego was soaring right now. He would have to eavesdrop on her more often.
"...I'm not gonna say what he SAID! He just--I'm just--I'm ready for him to come home, that's all I'm gonna say about that. He'll be lucky he lives through this...no, he has no clue!...I don't know what to do now. I already changed clothes...yeah, I called, but he didn't answer...I didn't know...hey, did you know he's smoking again?...well, he used to think he was being sneaky but I knew better...I don't envy you there. I can barely tolerate the cigarettes, the moment he touches a pipe and it's the last time he touches me...well, more power to you there, you're a better woman than me...he just...well why the hell are Zac and Ike home and not Tay? I don't get it...there's no telling...well, yeah, I'm getting a little frustrated. I've been frustrated all week!...no, but don't think I didn't think about it...nope, not even...I know, I'm dying! I'm so glad I can talk to you about this stuff. Hell, I think sometimes if it weren't for you, I wouldn't...no, shut up!" Mel laughed harder this time.
"Okay, okay, listen. I'm gonna get off here and text him one more time and then after that, well then. It's his loss...No, it's not mean, it serves him right!...Whatever you say!...okay, okay, I'm gonna go now. I'll call you later...LATER!" She giggled again before she fell silent.
Tay peeked around the door again and saw her head down and her phone in her hand. He took that moment to creep in and cross the carpet. He honestly hadn't meant to surprise her quite like this, but he just couldn't resist.
As he quietly straddled the bench behind her and sat down, the next two seconds happened so fast it was nearly a blur. The moment his hand touched her leg, her hand reached out toward the piano in the blink of an eye and landed on the pistol he didn't see sitting on it. His eyes widened at the realization and his hand wrapped around her wrist and stopped her almost as fast as she had gotten to the gun. His heart was
nearly beating out of his chest, but the adrenaline rush the fear had given him mixed with the sexual arousal he was already feeling was an entirely different state of euphoria. Her head whipped over her shoulder and his mouth met her ear in the process. "Drop it," he commanded firmly.
He felt her staggered breathing against his chest as she managed to breathe out, "I was going to kill you."
"Is that so?"
"That's a promise. You wouldn't be the first man I've killed."
"Is THAT so? Well this just keeps getting better and better," he patronized into her ear, thoroughly amused.
He knew it was true that she'd shot a couple of criminals in her days as a cop. His sometimes morbid mind just liked to hear her say it. "Do you always keep the pistol on you when I'm not around?"
"Without fail."
"I like it when you strap it to the inside of your leg," he breathed, his hand sliding around her and up the inside of her thigh until he stopped. "Right here. That's so hot."
"It's not meant to be hot," her tone matched his. "It's for safety."
"Who are you afraid of?" He felt her tremble against him and he smiled to himself. One small victory at a time. "Surely, you're not afraid of me. Though if you were, maybe even just a little, I'd be okay with that,
too."
"What if I'm not?"
"Do you want to be?"
She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath through her nose and he knew then that he'd struck the right chord.
"I heard you just now. Talking to Nikki. About me. About how much I turn you on." He moved closer to
her, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, "Am I that good? That you just have to tell someone about it?"
"I'm a woman. I talk. It's what I do best."
He took in a breath and laughed, a chuckle from deep in his throat. "It's not the only thing you do best."
Suddenly she turned around on the bench and planted both feet on the floor, sitting sideways next to him. "Why did it take you so long to come home?"
His heart raced at the sight of her bare legs and the pink mini shorts she wore, but he kept his composure. He
placed a soft kiss near her ear and he felt her shiver. "I had some business I had to take care of," he whispered.
"I expected you hours ago. Ike and Zac were home hours ago. Are you saying they left you to do all the work all by your lonesome?" She pouted at him. Much like she had over the phone. Except in person. With the face to match. He was dead.
He found that he couldn't keep his hand off her legs. They were so incredibly smooth. He tried to slide his hand between her knees to part her them, but she stood her ground. He wasn't getting in and the needing made him anxious. "Ike and Zac aren't fucking you, so what does it matter?" he asked her gruffly.
"Because, Tay-baby," she pouted at him as she grazed her nails up the inside of his thigh, just firm enough to be felt through his jeans. He bit down hard on his bottom lip. "I was waiting for you. I was patiently waiting. I waited for you to come home so I could take care of you, the way you've so desperately needed me to all
week long. Because a good man needs to be taken care of. The right way. You know?"
He caught her wrist as her hand nearly reached him. "It would be in your best interest to think your next move
through."
She glanced down at her wrist in his hand and back into his eyes. Slowly she stood up and he released her.
"Shame. I guess you're not in the mood after all. It's okay, though. I was earlier but I'm not anymore. The wait kinda killed it for me." And then she shrugged and walked toward the door. "Oh well, maybe next time," she called over her shoulder as she rounded the corner.
Tay sat on the piano bench, dumbfounded. The audacity!
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MEL
Mel couldn't help but smile once she was out the door and Taylor couldn't see her anymore. She didn't know if he actually bought all her waiting crap, but it didn't matter. She had him right in the palm of her hand and that was where she wanted him. She was kind of loving this.
She walked slowly down the small dark hallway, waiting for him to follow her, as she knew he would. What she
didn't expect was how damn quiet he was. Before she could even breathe, he came up behind her and hooked an arm around her body, dragging her into the guest room she was walking past. He slammed the door and shoved her up against it. The light from the gray day outside provided dim lighting in the room and she could only barely make out the features in his face.
Her heart nearly pounded out of her chest and her breathing was abnormally heavy. He had asked her if she wanted to be afraid of him earlier. He was succeeding much more than she thought he would. But damn if she didn't love it. She had her own penchant for dark seduction and Tay was hitting the nail on the head of every single one of her masochistic fantasies.
"You had a lot of guts in there just now, walking out on me like that," he said through his teeth.
In defiant response, she reached her hand out and violently pulled the front of his pants open, fairly certain the button popped off and into the floor. Shock flashed in his eyes for a mere second before he was back in character again, his eyes hardened. "Don't think I didn't see that," she countered firmly. "Who's afraid of who now? You're practically eating out of the palm of my hand right now and you don't even know it."
He paused for a second, his eyes darting into each one of hers. She knew what he was thinking. She knew he was trying to decide between what he really wanted to do and what might actually be acceptable. What he didn't realize was, as long as he didn't break any skin on her, she would pretty much let him do whatever he
wanted.
"You're caving," she taunted him. "I can see it in your eyes. You're afraid. Don't pretend like you don't want to hurt me just a little. Come on. I can take it."
She barely got the last words out of her mouth before his hand was around her throat, the back of her head hitting lightly against the door. A laugh escaped her from deep within as if it were a reflex and he groaned into her mouth as he covered hers with his. His tongue found it's way deep inside as his fingers began to dig into the side of her neck.
After a moment, he broke their kiss and let his hand fall from her neck to between her legs, her ankle wrapping around his leg to let him in. She eagerly grabbed for his shirt, too impatient to take the time to unbutton all the buttons. She had unbuttoned at least half before she gave up and ripped it the rest of the way open. It wasn't the first of his shirts she'd ruined and she knew it wouldn't be the last. There was something about the savage act of tearing off one's--
Her thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly got a tight grip on her wrist and slammed it up against the door above her head. "You pull one more stunt like that and I swear to god I'll make you regret it," he growled softly into her face.
She sucked in a breath and smiled, her body writhing in sexual pleasure against him. "Is that a promise?"
"I'm not fucking around this time."
"That's too bad. The prospect of fucking you got me all hot and bothered. But it's starting to appear as if you
can't handle it..."
"I'm warning you," he said through his teeth.
"Just let me take care of you," she pouted, unable to stop the taunting, maniacal giggle that followed.
"Did you honestly think I was going to come home and let you run this show after the week I've been through with you? Your body all over the walls, your voice in my ear at three and four in the morning? I've barely slept and I've lived primarily on nicotine and liquor. I run this now. Not you."
She reached her hand right into his open pants and cupped him. "Don't show me your weaknesses, sweetheart, it isn't becoming of you."
"What in the fuck did I just say to you?"
She jerked her hand from his grip above her head and aggressively took him by the shirt and shoved him backward toward the bed. She knocked him off of his feet by his ankles until he fell backward onto the bed and she propped a knee up beside him and towered over him, a death grip on his collar. "You know, you probably ought to tread lightly with all these cute little demands you're making," she spat out at him. "You seemed to have forgotten who you're fucking with and, frankly, I'm beginning to think you're all talk and no action. I don't have time for it anymore. Now you either fuck me right here and now or I don't have any use
for you."
"You can't handle it," he breathed, recovering from the shock.
"Try me."
The bed sat in the corner of the room. The head and a side against the wall. Had Mel thought this through, she may have tried to use the walls to her advantage.
But then Tay beat her to it.
He scooted himself quickly onto the bed, his shirt falling open and his open jeans falling down around his hips with the friction. He then roughly pulled her toward him by her legs, causing her to fall on her back onto the bed. Wordlessly, and without a care, he pulled her shorts from underneath her and ripped them savagely down her legs and off her ankles. "Get up," he commanded.
Mel barely made it off her back and onto her knees before he grabbed her by the waist and turned her around, shoving her into the wall, pulling her shirt over her head. Her nipples hardened against the cold hardness of the wall. Pressing her cheek against it, he grabbed a handful of her hair and he sneered into her ear, "Don't you dare move."
She couldn't help but bite her lip and grin in anticipation of what was coming next. She felt him move around behind her and within seconds his arm hooked around her hips and he spread her knees apart with his own, entering her from behind. With her pressed against the cold wall and him rock hard inside her, she thought she might come instantly.
And then he took her aggressively, his hand in a mess in her hair as he held her against the wall. It felt so good that she was in agony, not being able to move the way he had her pinned and she cried out for him, thrust after thrust. That was all she could do, between that and risking ruining her nails and the paint on the wall as she clawed it with both of her hands. She couldn't even feel her nails digging into the wall for the fact that Tay had since begun to finger her between her legs as he had his way with her, time after time again.
She knew he was beginning to lose control when his hand left her hair and slammed against the wall beside her head as he tried to keep himself in control. She could only imagine what he looked like at that moment and suddenly she desperately needed to have her eyes on him. She began clawing at him from behind her. "Stop," she breathed. She continued to claw and get his attention, jerking on his shirt. "Goddammit, I said stop for a minute!"
He slowed to a stop, obeying her, catching his breath. Before he could get any words out of his mouth, she turned around to face him. "I need to see you," she whispered.
"Oh, you poor thing," he softly patronized her, pulling her close to him. "Come here, baby, let me fix it."
And then the entire dynamic turned on a dime.
She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and grazed his skin gently with her nails. "I missed you so much."
"It was only a week," he said softly.
"It was too long."
Sweeping her up one more time, he wrapped each of her legs around his waist and he laid her gently on her back, kissing her tenderly, his tongue softly caressing hers inside of her mouth. He then let his hand run lightly from the top of her thigh down to her knee before he tucked his arm underneath it and brought her knee closer to her body as he entered her. He made love to her deeply and deliberately as she whispered her pleasures into his ear. In the end, she felt herself pulse around his hardness and the warm throbbing of him as he came nearly made her come again.
As always, he kissed her mouth as he calmed himself, caressing her face and brushing her hair back off her forehead. Moments later, he removed the rest of his clothing and he lay beside her and pulled the covers out from under them, ignoring the fact that their heads were at the foot of the bed. As he tucked them in, he took her in his arms and she found herself smiling into his chest.
Mel swirled Taylor's chest hair lightly around her finger as she spoke. "So...yeah...um...sorry I couldn't deliver
all the way to the end like that," she said sheepishly.
"It's okay," he said, his voice flat and groggy with exhaustion. He looked over at her and smiled. "I love you too much to be THAT much of a bastard anyway."
"We gotta work on that..."
"Yeah..." he agreed. They heard scratching and pawing at the door and he looked past her head toward it.
"Look, I need sleep like I need air right now. You can either let the cat in or you can leave me in here to die."
Mel giggled and propped herself on her elbow. "What would you rather I did?"
"I'd rather not sleep alone," he said softly, tucking her hair behind her ear.
With Fred curled up in the bed, the three of them slept for the rest of the evening.
TAYLOR
Taylor got a speeding ticket on the way home.
He knew the only reason he still had his license was because of his name. He wasn't an idiot. But he didn't
care to think about it right now. All he wanted to do was go home and all the cop wanted to do was talk. To get out of there faster, he pulled the celebrity card and signed an autograph for the cop's daughter. All he
wanted was to go home.
Fool's Banquet had been the most torturous and creatively genius week he had probably ever had. He was easily becoming obsessed with Mel. But was it her, or the thrill he got at the thought of the pinup girl in the magazine coming to life before his eyes? She was a completely different person in those magazine pages, it was unreal.
Every single night, Tay sat up at three in the morning with his cigarette and his liquor, outside on the patio, talking to Mel on the phone. The conversation was rarely ever clean. He heard things come out of her mouth that week that he didn't even know she knew the definition of. She promised him she wasn't touching herself as she talked to him. She promised. And he believed her. But he never told her he wished she was.
As a matter of fact, he didn't even masturbate in the shower. Ever. He was completely and utterly sexually desperate at this point and damn if it wasn't worth it in the end. The music that came out of Fool's Banquet that week was like none other. Copies of the Maxim pictures littered the walls of the house full of testosterone and some of the songs, which would never see the light of day, contained lyrics and subject matter that would make a normal person blush. It was good to go outside of the box for a change.
Tay lit up in the SUV on the way home, the windows down around him. He froze but he needed the cigarette to calm his nerves. Even though Mel said she sometimes found his smoking sexy, he still knew that she would kill him if she smelled smoke in his vehicle. He knew she had to draw the line somewhere with it. Furthermore, would he even be able to quit after this week? Or at least smoke recreationally? Right now he didn't care. He'd smoke an entire pack to calm the nerves he had at this moment if he had to.
He pulled up in the driveway and put the vehicle in park and sat as he finished his cigarette. He sort of found
himself in a peculiar position right now. The truth was, he had talked a lot of shit this past week. A LOT of shit. Said things to Mel that, in a normal world, he might be ashamed of if her dirty mind didn't love it
so much. He smiled briefly at the thought. But now that he'd talked the talk, could he walk the walk? Could he deliver? Did she actually expect him, for real, to sweep her off her feet the moment he walked in the door and do even half the shit he said he wanted to do to her over the phone? Which, by the way, was the plan anyway. But could he pull it off? Would he disappoint her? Had he gotten her hopes too high? Had he gotten his own too high?
He decided he was thinking too much about it and flicked his cigarette out the window before rolling the rest of them up and locking the car. He popped a peppermint in his mouth and walked in the front door of his house.
The house was eerily quiet. The television in the living room wasn't even playing. He had to admit, he sort of expected her to greet him when he came home. He couldn't decide if he was disappointed or not. Quickly he decided that the idea of a little game of hide-and-seek kind of turned him on. Quietly he walked through the house, poking his head in every doorway he came upon. Making his way underneath the balcony, then under the staircase, he heard her giggle ring out a couple rooms away. A smile spread across his face as he crept down the hallway toward the music room.
He heard her talking as he approached the door and decided to stop and eavesdrop for a moment before he surprised her. "I'm kinda surprised he's not home yet. I expected him home a few hours ago...well, you know how they get when--okay, you know how HE gets...some, yeah. You know I don't sleep well when he's not around. I mean, you were in New York with me, you know...yep, every single night, without fail...no, I didn't mind at all! Our conversations were...unconventional, to say the least. It was an interesting week...oh my god, I know! When he showed up at my door that night, I thought I was going to die. I was so ready to tell him where to shove it...of course I believed you when you told me he'd love it, I just--well I wasn't expecting him
to just show up and take you from my house right then and there!"
Mel giggled again and Tay smiled as he savored the candy in his mouth and eavesdropped on her. He was pretty sure he'd never heard her girl talk before and it was obvious she was girl talking with Nikki. He found it cute and he couldn't help but keep listening. He peeked inside the room and grinned at the sight. She sat on the bench of the black baby grand, randomly plunking at a key every now and then. She sat with her back turned to the door and one of her legs tucked up underneath her, her leg bare, and he wondered now what she
wore underneath the light pink sweater that hung off the sides of the piano bench. Her hair was in a ponytail and judging by her conversation, she had been "ready" for him at one point and then threw in the towel when she decided he wouldn't be home for hours. This would have made him feel bad if it didn't intrigue him more. The fact of the matter was, watching and listening to her giggle with her friend made him want to defile her even more than he had when we walked in the house.
"...to be honest, I didn't even know he had it in him! I mean, I did, but--Nikki, it was like talking to a completely different man. He wasn't even like that when we were teenagers! I mean, I know you don't really wanna hear all this, but--" she giggled again. "--well I don't care, either, I just didn't think--anyway, he said
things to me, that--Nikki, I just don't think I've ever wanted a person like that before!"
Tay's head met the wall and the grinned as he chewed his peppermint. His ego was soaring right now. He would have to eavesdrop on her more often.
"...I'm not gonna say what he SAID! He just--I'm just--I'm ready for him to come home, that's all I'm gonna say about that. He'll be lucky he lives through this...no, he has no clue!...I don't know what to do now. I already changed clothes...yeah, I called, but he didn't answer...I didn't know...hey, did you know he's smoking again?...well, he used to think he was being sneaky but I knew better...I don't envy you there. I can barely tolerate the cigarettes, the moment he touches a pipe and it's the last time he touches me...well, more power to you there, you're a better woman than me...he just...well why the hell are Zac and Ike home and not Tay? I don't get it...there's no telling...well, yeah, I'm getting a little frustrated. I've been frustrated all week!...no, but don't think I didn't think about it...nope, not even...I know, I'm dying! I'm so glad I can talk to you about this stuff. Hell, I think sometimes if it weren't for you, I wouldn't...no, shut up!" Mel laughed harder this time.
"Okay, okay, listen. I'm gonna get off here and text him one more time and then after that, well then. It's his loss...No, it's not mean, it serves him right!...Whatever you say!...okay, okay, I'm gonna go now. I'll call you later...LATER!" She giggled again before she fell silent.
Tay peeked around the door again and saw her head down and her phone in her hand. He took that moment to creep in and cross the carpet. He honestly hadn't meant to surprise her quite like this, but he just couldn't resist.
As he quietly straddled the bench behind her and sat down, the next two seconds happened so fast it was nearly a blur. The moment his hand touched her leg, her hand reached out toward the piano in the blink of an eye and landed on the pistol he didn't see sitting on it. His eyes widened at the realization and his hand wrapped around her wrist and stopped her almost as fast as she had gotten to the gun. His heart was
nearly beating out of his chest, but the adrenaline rush the fear had given him mixed with the sexual arousal he was already feeling was an entirely different state of euphoria. Her head whipped over her shoulder and his mouth met her ear in the process. "Drop it," he commanded firmly.
He felt her staggered breathing against his chest as she managed to breathe out, "I was going to kill you."
"Is that so?"
"That's a promise. You wouldn't be the first man I've killed."
"Is THAT so? Well this just keeps getting better and better," he patronized into her ear, thoroughly amused.
He knew it was true that she'd shot a couple of criminals in her days as a cop. His sometimes morbid mind just liked to hear her say it. "Do you always keep the pistol on you when I'm not around?"
"Without fail."
"I like it when you strap it to the inside of your leg," he breathed, his hand sliding around her and up the inside of her thigh until he stopped. "Right here. That's so hot."
"It's not meant to be hot," her tone matched his. "It's for safety."
"Who are you afraid of?" He felt her tremble against him and he smiled to himself. One small victory at a time. "Surely, you're not afraid of me. Though if you were, maybe even just a little, I'd be okay with that,
too."
"What if I'm not?"
"Do you want to be?"
She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath through her nose and he knew then that he'd struck the right chord.
"I heard you just now. Talking to Nikki. About me. About how much I turn you on." He moved closer to
her, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, "Am I that good? That you just have to tell someone about it?"
"I'm a woman. I talk. It's what I do best."
He took in a breath and laughed, a chuckle from deep in his throat. "It's not the only thing you do best."
Suddenly she turned around on the bench and planted both feet on the floor, sitting sideways next to him. "Why did it take you so long to come home?"
His heart raced at the sight of her bare legs and the pink mini shorts she wore, but he kept his composure. He
placed a soft kiss near her ear and he felt her shiver. "I had some business I had to take care of," he whispered.
"I expected you hours ago. Ike and Zac were home hours ago. Are you saying they left you to do all the work all by your lonesome?" She pouted at him. Much like she had over the phone. Except in person. With the face to match. He was dead.
He found that he couldn't keep his hand off her legs. They were so incredibly smooth. He tried to slide his hand between her knees to part her them, but she stood her ground. He wasn't getting in and the needing made him anxious. "Ike and Zac aren't fucking you, so what does it matter?" he asked her gruffly.
"Because, Tay-baby," she pouted at him as she grazed her nails up the inside of his thigh, just firm enough to be felt through his jeans. He bit down hard on his bottom lip. "I was waiting for you. I was patiently waiting. I waited for you to come home so I could take care of you, the way you've so desperately needed me to all
week long. Because a good man needs to be taken care of. The right way. You know?"
He caught her wrist as her hand nearly reached him. "It would be in your best interest to think your next move
through."
She glanced down at her wrist in his hand and back into his eyes. Slowly she stood up and he released her.
"Shame. I guess you're not in the mood after all. It's okay, though. I was earlier but I'm not anymore. The wait kinda killed it for me." And then she shrugged and walked toward the door. "Oh well, maybe next time," she called over her shoulder as she rounded the corner.
Tay sat on the piano bench, dumbfounded. The audacity!
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MEL
Mel couldn't help but smile once she was out the door and Taylor couldn't see her anymore. She didn't know if he actually bought all her waiting crap, but it didn't matter. She had him right in the palm of her hand and that was where she wanted him. She was kind of loving this.
She walked slowly down the small dark hallway, waiting for him to follow her, as she knew he would. What she
didn't expect was how damn quiet he was. Before she could even breathe, he came up behind her and hooked an arm around her body, dragging her into the guest room she was walking past. He slammed the door and shoved her up against it. The light from the gray day outside provided dim lighting in the room and she could only barely make out the features in his face.
Her heart nearly pounded out of her chest and her breathing was abnormally heavy. He had asked her if she wanted to be afraid of him earlier. He was succeeding much more than she thought he would. But damn if she didn't love it. She had her own penchant for dark seduction and Tay was hitting the nail on the head of every single one of her masochistic fantasies.
"You had a lot of guts in there just now, walking out on me like that," he said through his teeth.
In defiant response, she reached her hand out and violently pulled the front of his pants open, fairly certain the button popped off and into the floor. Shock flashed in his eyes for a mere second before he was back in character again, his eyes hardened. "Don't think I didn't see that," she countered firmly. "Who's afraid of who now? You're practically eating out of the palm of my hand right now and you don't even know it."
He paused for a second, his eyes darting into each one of hers. She knew what he was thinking. She knew he was trying to decide between what he really wanted to do and what might actually be acceptable. What he didn't realize was, as long as he didn't break any skin on her, she would pretty much let him do whatever he
wanted.
"You're caving," she taunted him. "I can see it in your eyes. You're afraid. Don't pretend like you don't want to hurt me just a little. Come on. I can take it."
She barely got the last words out of her mouth before his hand was around her throat, the back of her head hitting lightly against the door. A laugh escaped her from deep within as if it were a reflex and he groaned into her mouth as he covered hers with his. His tongue found it's way deep inside as his fingers began to dig into the side of her neck.
After a moment, he broke their kiss and let his hand fall from her neck to between her legs, her ankle wrapping around his leg to let him in. She eagerly grabbed for his shirt, too impatient to take the time to unbutton all the buttons. She had unbuttoned at least half before she gave up and ripped it the rest of the way open. It wasn't the first of his shirts she'd ruined and she knew it wouldn't be the last. There was something about the savage act of tearing off one's--
Her thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly got a tight grip on her wrist and slammed it up against the door above her head. "You pull one more stunt like that and I swear to god I'll make you regret it," he growled softly into her face.
She sucked in a breath and smiled, her body writhing in sexual pleasure against him. "Is that a promise?"
"I'm not fucking around this time."
"That's too bad. The prospect of fucking you got me all hot and bothered. But it's starting to appear as if you
can't handle it..."
"I'm warning you," he said through his teeth.
"Just let me take care of you," she pouted, unable to stop the taunting, maniacal giggle that followed.
"Did you honestly think I was going to come home and let you run this show after the week I've been through with you? Your body all over the walls, your voice in my ear at three and four in the morning? I've barely slept and I've lived primarily on nicotine and liquor. I run this now. Not you."
She reached her hand right into his open pants and cupped him. "Don't show me your weaknesses, sweetheart, it isn't becoming of you."
"What in the fuck did I just say to you?"
She jerked her hand from his grip above her head and aggressively took him by the shirt and shoved him backward toward the bed. She knocked him off of his feet by his ankles until he fell backward onto the bed and she propped a knee up beside him and towered over him, a death grip on his collar. "You know, you probably ought to tread lightly with all these cute little demands you're making," she spat out at him. "You seemed to have forgotten who you're fucking with and, frankly, I'm beginning to think you're all talk and no action. I don't have time for it anymore. Now you either fuck me right here and now or I don't have any use
for you."
"You can't handle it," he breathed, recovering from the shock.
"Try me."
The bed sat in the corner of the room. The head and a side against the wall. Had Mel thought this through, she may have tried to use the walls to her advantage.
But then Tay beat her to it.
He scooted himself quickly onto the bed, his shirt falling open and his open jeans falling down around his hips with the friction. He then roughly pulled her toward him by her legs, causing her to fall on her back onto the bed. Wordlessly, and without a care, he pulled her shorts from underneath her and ripped them savagely down her legs and off her ankles. "Get up," he commanded.
Mel barely made it off her back and onto her knees before he grabbed her by the waist and turned her around, shoving her into the wall, pulling her shirt over her head. Her nipples hardened against the cold hardness of the wall. Pressing her cheek against it, he grabbed a handful of her hair and he sneered into her ear, "Don't you dare move."
She couldn't help but bite her lip and grin in anticipation of what was coming next. She felt him move around behind her and within seconds his arm hooked around her hips and he spread her knees apart with his own, entering her from behind. With her pressed against the cold wall and him rock hard inside her, she thought she might come instantly.
And then he took her aggressively, his hand in a mess in her hair as he held her against the wall. It felt so good that she was in agony, not being able to move the way he had her pinned and she cried out for him, thrust after thrust. That was all she could do, between that and risking ruining her nails and the paint on the wall as she clawed it with both of her hands. She couldn't even feel her nails digging into the wall for the fact that Tay had since begun to finger her between her legs as he had his way with her, time after time again.
She knew he was beginning to lose control when his hand left her hair and slammed against the wall beside her head as he tried to keep himself in control. She could only imagine what he looked like at that moment and suddenly she desperately needed to have her eyes on him. She began clawing at him from behind her. "Stop," she breathed. She continued to claw and get his attention, jerking on his shirt. "Goddammit, I said stop for a minute!"
He slowed to a stop, obeying her, catching his breath. Before he could get any words out of his mouth, she turned around to face him. "I need to see you," she whispered.
"Oh, you poor thing," he softly patronized her, pulling her close to him. "Come here, baby, let me fix it."
And then the entire dynamic turned on a dime.
She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and grazed his skin gently with her nails. "I missed you so much."
"It was only a week," he said softly.
"It was too long."
Sweeping her up one more time, he wrapped each of her legs around his waist and he laid her gently on her back, kissing her tenderly, his tongue softly caressing hers inside of her mouth. He then let his hand run lightly from the top of her thigh down to her knee before he tucked his arm underneath it and brought her knee closer to her body as he entered her. He made love to her deeply and deliberately as she whispered her pleasures into his ear. In the end, she felt herself pulse around his hardness and the warm throbbing of him as he came nearly made her come again.
As always, he kissed her mouth as he calmed himself, caressing her face and brushing her hair back off her forehead. Moments later, he removed the rest of his clothing and he lay beside her and pulled the covers out from under them, ignoring the fact that their heads were at the foot of the bed. As he tucked them in, he took her in his arms and she found herself smiling into his chest.
Mel swirled Taylor's chest hair lightly around her finger as she spoke. "So...yeah...um...sorry I couldn't deliver
all the way to the end like that," she said sheepishly.
"It's okay," he said, his voice flat and groggy with exhaustion. He looked over at her and smiled. "I love you too much to be THAT much of a bastard anyway."
"We gotta work on that..."
"Yeah..." he agreed. They heard scratching and pawing at the door and he looked past her head toward it.
"Look, I need sleep like I need air right now. You can either let the cat in or you can leave me in here to die."
Mel giggled and propped herself on her elbow. "What would you rather I did?"
"I'd rather not sleep alone," he said softly, tucking her hair behind her ear.
With Fred curled up in the bed, the three of them slept for the rest of the evening.