I shove her in the trunk of my car.
“I’ll let you out when you fucking calm down,” I say to her as she screams at me through the insulation and metal.
By the time we get home, there’s no noise from the rear. Either she’s decided to play nice, or she’s planning to slaughter me when she gets out. It’s probably the latter. On that note, I drive into the garage and leave her in the trunk while I fix myself a stiff drink. Fuck being sober. All it does is make you a fucking babysitter slash errand boy and I’m done with running around after the others.
I’ve pushed it too far, because she’s pounding against the interior of the trunk again when I enter the garage. One of my tail lights is gone. Her face appears in the gap. Her eyes are dark and wild, her hair strewn over her face. The sight of her makes my dick hard.
“Let me out of here you fucking asshole,” she seethes.
“Are you going to calm down?”
“Fuck you.”
“Alright.” I turn off the light and close the door and head back onto the living room to watch some sport on TV.
Two minutes later my phone rings. It’s Viola.
“If you don’t let me out you bastard, I’m going to call the police.”
I break out into a laugh. “You’re hilarious.”
I go back into the garage and switch on the light. Like some creepy fucking doll, she’s staring at me from the gap where the tail light used to be. I grab a couple of cable ties off the shelf and walk over to where the car is.
“Fine, I’ll let you out. But bind your hands and feet first.”
Her eyes are manic as they stare back at me. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“No, I’m deadly fucking serious,” I say, tone devoid of humor.
“Fine. If it gets me out of here. My fucking leg has gone to sleep.”
I thread the cable ties into the hole. After a few minutes, she shows me her wrists so I pop the trunk.
Lying there, hair disheveled, eyes full of hate, tied up by her wrists and ankles, she looks fucking delectable.
“Don’t try and bite me, or I’ll tape your damn mouth up.”
“You’d better do that then because I might fucking take your ear off.”
Sighing, I tear a section of insulation tape off and slap it over her mouth. Then I scoop her up in my arms and take her inside. For once, she doesn’t move, but I’m not convinced she’s subdued as I carry her through the lounge, and upstairs into my bedroom.
I toss her on my unmade bed.
She scowls, observing me, eyes glittering with rage in the darkness of the room. I climb onto the bed and straddle her. Her breathing sharpens. I haul her bound wrists over her head. As I hold her there with just one hand, there’s as flash with desire across her face, making my cock throb in my fucking pants.
“Is this what you need?” I drawl, as she arches her back, effectively grinding herself into me.
She blinks, and finally nods.
“Babe, you only had to fucking ask.”
I peel off the tape so she can speak. As much as it’s turning me the hell on right now, I’m not sure I’m ready to fuck someone without kissing them. And I need to kiss her. The craving for her has been building since day one. Now it’s time for fucking release.
Still holding her down, I taste her lips. She parts them for me and lets me in, moaning softly. She taste like fucking strawberries. Then I suck her lips and bite her neck, causing little mewls to erupt from her mouth as I massage her breasts and then between her legs. The black leggings she’s wearing will have to come off.
But first.
I find a silk tie strewn among the bedclothes and use it to secure her wrists above her head, against the headboard.