Page 108 of Pretty Little Fears

“Okaybaby,I’mheading over.”

Inod even thoughIknow he can’t see me.Hestays on the line with me asIwait for him to arrive, the whole time urging me to breathe and walking me through it, much like he has before.

Ihear him both through the phone and in real life, as he enters my house with ease.How?Idon't know.Inever gave him a key.Withthe phone still pressed to my ear,Iwatch as my door opens and he walks towards me.Heimmediately wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, the scent of tobacco and mint swallowing me in comfort.

“Thankyou,”Ichoke out, my heart starting to slow knowing that the danger is no longer a threat to me.

“Always.Iwill always be there when you need me.Iam your shadow,Blair.Youcan’t escape me.”AllIcan do is nod against his chest as he comforts me.WhenI’vecalmed down,Ipull out of his hold.Releasingme, he stands and grabs the item he must have dropped on his way in.Pickingup the black material, he hands it to me.

“Putit on.We’rewalking back to my place.Youaren’t staying here.”Hephrases it as a statement, one that leaves no room for argument.Iwouldn’t have argued anyway with the wayI’mfeeling.Grabbingthe item from his hand,Ipull it over my head.Thehoodie engulfs my frame, bringing me peace.Pullingthe neckline to my nose,Iinhale as the scent of his clothing brings more contentment to my being.

Emmettholds out his hand for me to take, andIdo.BeforeIknow it, he's walking me out of my house of horrors and to his own.Thewalk is quick and we don't talk, the silent comfort of his thumb rubbing the back of my hand is all that is needed.

Ispend the time wondering how to take back the power.Howto face my fears.

BeforeIknow it, we’re walking up his driveway.Gettingto his house, he leads me inside and to his room.Flickingthe light to his bedroom on, he pulls me inside and closes the door, locking everyone and everything out along with it, my worries included.

Stillin his hoodie and just the pair of pink cotton shortsIhad on,Icrawl into his large bed and burrow myself under the covers.Beinghere, surrounded by his smell, surrounded by him,Ialready feel better.Ifeel protected and safe.

Emmettundresses down to his boxers and slides into bed with me.Grabbingme, he pulls me closer into his body.Hebrushes his knuckles against my cheek whileInibble on my bottom lip, contemplating ifI’mready for this or not. “What’son your mind, little obsession?”Hewhispers, using his finger to tip my chin up towards him.

BeforeIcan talk myself out of it,Iblurt the words out. “Iwant you to tie me up and use me.Treatme like you did before.Iwant you to replace those memories for me,” my voice fades off on the last word as my eyes bounce between his.

“Areyou sure?”Hequestions, concern lacing his voice.

“Yes.Yes,I’msure.Iwant this,Ineed this.”Withone last lingering look into my eyes, he gives me a small nod.

Hegets up and grabs something from his nightstand before going to stand on the opposite side of the room.Myeyes shift from him to the thick ropes he has in his hands.Droppingthem to the floor by his feet, he stands back to his full height and crosses his arms.

Emmett’seyes darken as he looks at me. “Goahead and strip out of those little shorts and panties for me.Letme see what's mine.”Hecommands.Withshaking hands,Igrip the waistband of my shorts and push them down, letting them pool around my feet on the floor.Helets out a pleased hum while tilting his head, “Takeoff my hoodie, sweet girl.”Igrip the fabric and pull it up and over my head, taking my undershirt with it, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of my clothes.

“VerygoodBlair, you follow my directions so well.You’reso eager to please me, aren’t you?Comehere.”Istart to make my way towards him when he lifts his hand, halting my movements. “Onyour hands and knees.Crawlto me.”There'snot an ounce of joking in his statement, he means every word.Slowly,Idrop to my knees, the contact with the floor causing a light thud.

Ipress my palms to the wood floor and start to crawl towards him.Theact makes my cheeks redden.Ifeel silly, but whenIlook up and see the hunger in his gaze as his boxers start to tent, the feeling disappears.

WhenIreach his feet,Ilift my eyes to meet his. “Sucha good fucking girl, crawling to me.Youlook fucking perfect on your knees.”Mythighs clench together, trying to gain some friction to help with the feeling his dirty words elicit.

Hishand shoots out and he wraps it around my hair at the nape of my neck, forcing me to arch my neck and look up to him.Withhis other hand, he grabs his boxers and tugs them down, letting his cock spring free.Thetip has a bead of precum, the sight causing my tongue to dart out and lick my lips.

“Openup, let me see your pretty tongue,” he coos.Iknow it wasn't asuggestion by the way his hand in my hair pulls my head closer to him.Iopen my mouth and present my tongue to him.Heleans over me andIwatch as his lips purse and spit drops down from his lips and onto my tongue. “Swallow.”Closingmy mouth,Iswallow down his spit.

Heleans down and grabs the pile of rope he had tossed.

“Bea good girl and put your hands behind your back for me,” he purrs.Ilift my hands off the floor and bring them behind me.Nervousnessand excitement shoot down my spine at what's to come next.

Hewalks behind me andIfeel him bind the ropes around my wrists.Hetightens the material, forcing my palms to press together.Ifeel a kiss pressed to my shoulder as the rope gets wrapped around my forearms next, just below my elbows.Ican’t see what he’s doing butIcan feel as the ropes tighten in various places, pulling my arms closer together.

Hestarts to come back to my front andIwatch as he takes the material and pulls it over my shoulder, down my chest and then under my breast, wrapping around my side and connecting to the ropes around my arms.Herepeats this process with my other breast.I'mconfused about what's happening until he yanks on the rope.

Thematerial tightens everywhere, and the rope wrapped over my shoulders and under my breast forces me to arch my spine and pull my shoulders backward.Inthis position, my breasts are pushed forward.Heties the rope off andIwiggle, trying to see how much slackIhave.Theanswer is none.Absolutelynone.

Walkingback in front of me, he pinches my chin between his fingers and brings my gaze up to his.

“You.Are.Mine.Yourbody is mine.Yourheart is mine.Yoursoul is mine.Everypart that makes you, you?They’reall fuckingmine.”Hegrowls.Withone hand still in my hair, he takes his other hand and wraps it around his cock, giving it a harsh pump before using his hold on it to tap my cheek with the crown.

“Openup and show me you’re mine.”Ifollow his command instantly, wanting to please him.He’sright,I’vealways been his.Lickingmy lips,Itry to lean forward to take him into my mouth.Withmy arms bound behind my back, it's hard to keep myself upright on my knees, making me whimper.

Emmettsmirks down at me in a way that feels smug.Rubbinghis knuckle down my cheek he speaks, “What’sthe matter baby?Doyou need something?Doyou need some help getting my cock down your throat?”Pressinghis thumb to my bottom lip, he pulls it down, opening my mouth. “Yeah.Youjust sit there and look like my pretty little slut.TakeeverythingIhave to give you.”

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