Page 4 of Defended By Bam
I put the mug down and turned the cold water on in the sink, running it over my hand.
“Is that all you have to say?”
“I–I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I’d made any noise.”
Marshall stomped over from the living room that was dark from the black out curtains we had through the rest of the house. His short, dirty blond hair was disheveled and his beard needed a comb. The glare from his glasses hid his eyes until he was closer. Once I could make them out, they were demon-like slits. He came up behind me, gripping my neck, his hot breath dancing over it. “Getting her out the door sounded like a fucking stampede. Can’t you control her?”
Stiff in his hold, I said, “I’m sorry. I did my best but she’s four–”
He snarled in my ear. “Your best fucking sucks.” He shoved my neck, sending me over the sink, my hands on either side of the basin so I didn’t hit the faucet with my face. He reached around my waist and unbuttoned my shorts.
“M–m–Marshall, please.” Not this again.
My shorts and panties were pulled off my hips, falling to my knees. He shoved my face down into the sink. My body shook. I couldn’t stop the faint whimpers that escaped my throat.
As the belt cracked against my bare thighs, I cried out. “Please!”
“Shut up!” he shouted as the belt whipped my ass this time.
My fingers tried to find purchase, but instead my nails just bent on the counter as I braced for the next hit. Tears streamed down my face, but I held my breath to fight making any sounds. I didn’t know if that would help or make it worse. He never had any rhyme or reason to his rages. But something in me didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of another plea.
The belt licked my skin twelve times, and the burn began to go numb. Once he stopped, heaving behind me, I still clutched the edge of the sink where it met the counter. I was afraid to move. At least it was only my ass that took the beating this time.
My whole body was frozen and buzzing somewhere between being numb and blood pumping to force my muscles to feel when he kicked my feet apart and without warning, I was filled from behind.
Still refusing to give him the satisfaction of another cry, I let my tears silently fall as I fought making any sound until he was done.
I wasn’t ready for him, and each thrust felt like I was tearing, but I knew better than to move or fight back. After only a few more pumps, he grunted, slamming my hips to the counter as his hot cum filled me.
Once he pulled out, a hand towel landed on my shaking fingers.
“Clean yourself up.”
Once I heard the door to our bedroom close, I ran the sink to wet the towel, then patted between my legs, cleaning the mess he left while trying not to further the pain.
I trembled as I pulled my panties and shorts back up, the numbness wearing off and the unbearable sting being exacerbated by the cotton fabric against my ass and thighs.
Blinking away tears, I wiped my cheeks with my shaky thumbs and decided to get a cold bottle of water from the fridge to cool my throat, abandoning my coffee on the counter. Looking back toward the hall, I didn’t hear any movement, so I opened the cabinet that I kept over-the-counter meds in and pulled out the bottle that held enemas from when Sadie was backed up as a toddler. I’d hidden some Plan Bs in there.
After taking the pill with a big gulp of water, I let out a ragged breath, but thanked whatever God there was that Sadie wasn’t home this time.
Chapter 3
Bama
“Hey man,” I said as I found Hammer at the bar. “Bloody Mary?” I asked, looking at his drink.
“Fuck yeah. Partied hard last night,” he said as he poked at the toast on his plate.
I leaned against the bar, crossing my arms over my chest. Looking around, I made sure nobody else could hear me. “Listen man. I know it was a party, but we don’t need to get too comfortable.”
Hammer scowled. “What the fuck does that mean? It was a party.”
“I know. And you’re the prez, but just because Jameson hasn’t been out here in a while doesn’t mean we can get sloppy.”
When we were getting established, Jameson and some of his crew had been in and out regularly. During that time, Hammer was all business. But the past couple of months, he was partying more than running things.
“Iamthe president and there’s nothing wrong with a little fun from time to time,” he said before taking a long sip of his red drink.
