Page 67 of Resurrect Me

Aris grabs my shoulders and spins me towards him. He looks down at me with so much love in his eyes. Love I don’t deserve.

“I understand your guilt. And your pain, Tacy,” he says. “What can I do to help you move on from this? Help you heal? Is there anything?”

“I think the best thing for me to do is go to jail. I deserve to be punished for what I’ve done,” I say and pull away from him. Then bury my face in my hands and cry freely.

“If that’s the case, then I should be in jail with you,” Aris says and sits beside me on the floor. Our backs pressed against the wall. “I can’t let you go to jail for your transgressions but not pay for my own. You forget…I’ve killed men too.”

I wipe my eyes. “That’s not going to work. We can’t both be incarcerated. Our children need us.”

“Well, it’s both of us or neither,” Aris says sternly. “I won’t let you take the fall without your partner in crime.”

“Fuck, Aris,” I shake my head. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“I love you too much, Tacy. Too much to see you beat yourself up anymore. And I refuse to let you take the fall for the sins of your family. If those men were your mother’s employees, it’s a guarantee they were bad men. If she hadn’t sent her men after you and Starkey, you never would’ve killed anyone, Tace.”

I breathe deeply. The feeling of something heavy being lifted off my chest overwhelms me, freeing my mind of the vice grip of shame. A shame so strong it had wrapped its tentacles around me and was slowly squeezing the life out of me.

“And if it wasn’t for me, you never would’ve killed anyone,” I remind him.

“Starkey had it coming. His number was up. It was only a matter of time,” Aris says and pulls me to his chest. I breathe in his scent – cedar and citrus. “Who knows. Maybe he even worked for your mother. He did end up working for The Org, didn’t he?”

“Good point,” I say and sniffle. “So, you’re saying…I don’t deserve to be imprisoned?”

Aris pulls back and stares down at me. A mischievous grin on his face. “I mean…unless you really want to. I can make that happen.”

“And I shouldn’t be punished?”

Aris stands, closes our bedroom door, and turns the music on. “Do you think you need to be punished? Last chance out of this, Tacy. Because I won’t go easy on you.”

“I’ve been really bad. And I deserve to be punished,” I say and open the closet to reveal a small kennel. With a lock. “Put me in jail.”

Aris nods, pulls our cuffs from the drawer, and dons a cheesy police officer mask. It looks like something made in the eighties. He strips his shirt then his pants off. I lift my wrists out to him.

“Remember, we have a safe word. Now, take those fucking clothes off,” he commands. I obey and slip out of my dress, leaving nothing on except my lacy socks and thong.

“Nope, the panties, too,” he says and instantly cuffs me when my thong falls to the floor. “Now…get in.” He says as he grabs my arms and lowers me to the floor.

I crawl on my hands and knees into the metal cage. And tremble knowing what game we’re about to play. It’s one I’ve never played before, and I never thought I’d want to play because of the trauma I’ve suffered at the hands of men like Starkey and Harvey. Yet, somehow, I feel the healing process can only begin when I’ve given myself over entirely to Aris. When he restores my trust in our species. And I know, somehow by playing the imprisoned, that I can work through my fears and my wounds. It’s hard to explain, but the way Aris and I take out our pain on each other is rejuvenating. Cathartic, even.

Aris clicks the lock in place. Then stares down at me through the holes in the kennel. “I think you need to prove yourself to me. Your loyalty. In return for your release.”

“How?” I ask and start feeling a bit claustrophobic. But I keep my mind on Aris and the throbbing that’s starting to growmore intense between my legs. “How can I prove myself to you, Daddy?”

“Bring your mouth up here,” he says and lowers himself into a kneeling position. Then, carefully, he eases his rock-hard cock through one of the holes in the kennel. “Now wrap those pretty lips around me.”

My face flushes and I obey. The warmth of his cock in my mouth and the taste of precum on my tongue has me yearning to be fucked.

“Use your tongue more, Babydoll,” he groans. “Yeah, just like that.”

He thrusts his cock harder and harder into my mouth, the head of it hitting the back of my throat. I wince but don’t gag, because I don’t really have a reflex. Never have. The salty taste of him makes me so wet. I want his cock inside of me. I’m yearning for him.

Then, suddenly, he withdraws and says, “that’s enough for now, Babydoll.”

“Okay, so let me out of here and fuck me,” I bat my eyelashes at him. “Please?”

He stands up and peers down at me. “Absolutely not. You’ve been bad. You’ve done bad things. And you deserve to be punished. You’ll stay in there until I say so. Now, turn around on your hands and knees and show Daddy what you’ve got.”

I spin around in the tiny cage, fully aware of my wetness, and bare my pussy to him.

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