Promises, Promises by Janice Baker Read Free Book Online Page B

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