Chain Reaction 3.1.94: Kitten

 

VERY NSFW in the first half. The second half is fine, though.

Isabella

     "It's over. It's all over!" I say as I leap into Braydon's arms.

     This morning, Kade and I managed to come to terms for our divorce. I was worried he was going to be a butt about Ben, but he said him having him every other weekend would be fine, especially since he now has a 9-5 job. He was surprised that I backed down on the alimony and child support I would be owed. I don't want his money. I think that had a lot to do with his decision about Ben. It makes me sad, though, that the reason he was going to fight for custody would be so that he didn't have to pay child support.

     "Oh, Isabella. I'm so glad." Simple words, but the meaning and emotion behind them are anything but. I love the feel of Braydon's warm hands on my skin as he holds me close.

      He'd asked me to come over as soon as I could after the proceedings so that I could tell him what happened (and get comfort if needed). Ben is in school, and Mom is going to be home all day, meaning she'll be there when he gets off the bus. 

     I'm not wearing what I wore to the hearing. I changed when I got home, and I put a little bit of thought into what I changed into to come over to Braydon's. He did mention 'untying' once.

     His lips are gentle on my cheek, but I can feel the strong grip of me in his embrace as he says, "Finally. You're officially not married." He leans his head down and licks my neck. Yes! He's thinking what I'm thinking. Well, of course he is.

     I smile. "Correct. I'm single."

     "I didn't say you were single. I'd say it's about damn time we made 'us' official." He continues kissing my neck and face.

     I sigh. "Nothing would make me happier."

     "Good." With two quick pulls, my top comes loose, and he throws it on the floor at his feet.

     "Well, that was fast."

     He chuckles. "Why waste time? I want you naked." He starts backing me up to the bedroom door.

     "Let's break in my bed." YES. "It even has a few hidden surprises."

     "Mmmmm. I love your surprises." Even when they shock the plum out of me.

     He smiles. "I'm actually counting on that."

     I giggle, and he opens the door and ushers me in. Well... drags me in and tosses me on the bed. Then he pulls off my skirt. The rest follows, leaving me in nothing but the stockings I knew he'd love.

     Then he ties me to the bed, using some metal circle things he has on the backs of a couple of slats in the headboard.

     "I realize you won't be completely, but are you comfortable enough?" he asks me once he feels the bindings are secure.

     "I... yes? I mean, I'm not standing or in some other strange position." That is, if you don't count tied to his bed as 'strange.'

     "Do you think you could stand to be like this for hours? Because if not, now is the time to tell me, Isabella." He kisses my forehead.

      "Yes, I'm fine, Braydon." Now please take your clothes off and get busy. 

      He reads my expression and smiles. "Good. Because I need to go do a few things. I'll be back in an hour or two. Don't go anywhere."

     "What?!" I try to grab him with my legs as he chuckles, getting off the bed. "Braydon!"

     "It's all about the anticipation. Now, you have some time to think about how hard I'm going to f--k you. Because I will not be gentle. I'm going to go savage on that p--sy."

     "Then do it now!"

     "Nope." He walks out of the room!

     I hear him chuckling as he grabs his keys. The bastard leaves me alone in the apartment!

     I wiggle my hands. I don't know what good that will do. Braydon made extra sure they were good and secure before he decided to abandon me here to my thoughts. I suppose I might be able to get my head over and chew myself free, but that would actually ruin everything. Even though I'm kind of pissed off at him, I don't want to ruin this for him.

     He's out there somewhere, knowing I'm thinking about him. After all, he told me to. Great. So now all I can do is think about how hard I'm about to be f--ked. It's a mind game. He loves those. He's going to have me shaking inside before he even walks back into the room.

     How hard is 'hard'? Is he seriously going to hurt me? Will I like it if he does?

     'Will I like it'? Plum, I'm losing my mind.

     I sit here and imagine him coming home, stripping off his clothes the second the door closes behind him, then charging in here and immediately stabbing his dick into me. He did say he was going to be savage.

     Savage. Just how savage could he be? Will he be? Plum, after everything I've already experienced with him, ten times more than I ever could've with Kade, if Braydon is using the word 'savage,' maybe I should be worried.

     He won't do it if I ask him not to. I know if I freak myself out too much, I'll get too scared. That's not what he wants. No, he wants me sitting here and thinking about how hard he wants to f--k me.

     I'm cold. He could've turned the heat up for me.

     The heat WILL be turned up the second he starts banging you. Sigh. I suppose I'll just have to wait.

     So, I wait. And I think about things. Some of those things are about how I want to be serious with him. I'm not interested in dating around. I've found the man I want to love for the rest of my life, his wild fantasies and all. I love that about him, actually. He pushes me in ways I would otherwise never experience.

     I hear the door open. And I'm about to experience again. My breathing shakes as it enters and exits my lungs.

     He stands just on the other side of the door, smiling at me. I try to sit up some, wanting him to come in here, but he just stretches and walks away.

     "Braydon!" I yell.

     "Don't go anywhere! I'm going to watch a little tv." He's having too much fun.

     I growl. But I'm also acutely aware of everything he's doing. He gets up to get a glass of water; I see him pass by the door. He takes off his shirt. Oh yes. But then he goes and sits back down again.

     Eventually, I start playing with my feet, making them almost dance on the bed.

     Then he walks in. Naked.

     And ready.

     Holy sh*t. He doesn't move as we do nothing but look at one another. He's magnificent, easily the hottest man I've ever seen. And he wants to f--k me.

     I can't help but stare at his dick. That thing is going to get shoved inside me. Why isn't he just DOING it already? I'm ready. Can't he tell?

     I want to say something, but I also am following his cues. He's completely silent, so I stay silent.

     He just stares at me! This isn't a new experience, but it's the first in which I know I'm going to get f--ked. Dammit, I want him. I'm actually aching for it now.

     He pounces with the speed of a cheetah and shoves himself inside me with brute force. It's like one second he's at the door, the next he's on the bed and yanking me into him while roughly pushing inside me.

     I cry out from the satisfying pain of it. Finally.

     "Yes." He pulls back and thrusts inside me again. "Yes." He pulls out again and rams himself into me, making me cry out again. "F--k yes!" He pulls out and pauses, and I whimper. "Mine!" he yells as he shoves his dick back in. He continues almost pulling all the way out before slamming back into me, holding my hips. "You're mine now."

     "Yes," I reply. Oh, f--k, I want this.

     "And I'm yours." He keeps f--king me with slow, hard thrusts.

     "Yes."

     "This dick is yours, so take it!" He starts up a pounding rhythm.

     "Oh f--k, Isabella! Damn, woman! You're so tight!" He lets out a yell to the ceiling while his relentless thrusts continue.

     I try to move with him, but he makes that stop.

     "No. Just me. F--k, I need this." The way he keeps moving gives me little to no pleasure, but I don't think he cares right now. Like he said, he needs this. He yells again. "Of, f--k, not yet!" He stops and shakes, squeezing his eyes closed. His little 'crisis' averted, he adjusts our positions again.

     "Sh*t, Isabella. You almost made me come earlier than I wanted. I'm loving this just that much. Maker, I've wanted this." He pulls my hips up more, and he starts grinding into me. Now that feels damn good, and I cry out again.

     "Braydon. Oh, f--k!"

     "Yes, take it. You're getting it now." His hips roll as he moves deep inside me.

     I shake. Damn, that's good. My body responds to him of its own accord.

     He starts yelling up to the ceiling again, adding more force. I start coming, and he quickly follows, repeatedly thrusting into me while squeezing my hips to him.

      We both gasp for air, and he whimpers. "Oh, Maker, Isabella. I needed that." He reaches behind me and lifts my back, bringing my breasts to his mouth. While he sucks and whimpers and shakes, he slowly removes himself from inside me.

    He keeps holding me up while he relaxes his head on me, nuzzling my breasts. "I love you, but you know that." He takes a deep breath. "Bit late to ask, but are you on any kind of birth control?"

     I smile. "Yes."

     I can feel his cheeks move in a smile. "Okay." He pauses. "Again, strange time to ask, but... are you wanting any more kids?"

     It's hard to tell what answer he wants me to give. This is a big deal; it's a deal-breaker in many relationships. But I need to answer truthfully. "I... haven't really decided. When I was still married to Kade, no. Ben was hard enough for me to handle. But now he's grown up more, and I can imagine you wouldn't be a dickhead of a father." He squeezes me. "I guess, if you want more, I want more. Later, though. And then if we want another one after that, then we have one."

     "I love you," he tells me, emotion choking up in his throat, and he kisses me deeply, touching my face.

      "I know," I reply and start giggling. He works at untying me, and we stay in each others arms the entire night, the only interruption being the next morning when Mom calls. Ben is wondering where I am.

     Over the next few months, Braydon becomes a constant presence at home. He and Ben start forming an easy friendship. They go on little fishing trips, neither of them knowing what they're doing but enjoying each others company nonetheless.

     This afternoon, Braydon's here again.

 

     After sweetly kissing me, he pulls back, looking worried. "I'm going to ask you something, and I want you to be perfectly honest in your answer, not sparing my feelings."

     "Uh oh," I reply. Of course, I hope he asks me something very important, but he hasn't even hinted at that since that first night after my divorce.

     He winces. "Well, it's important." Somehow, I doubt it's the important question that I want, though.

     "Okay then."

     "Am I crowding you?"

     "Huh?" I step back.

     "Well, I'm kind of here all the time. I'm sorry. I'm not giving you your space. I'm just so in love with you that I don't like staying away, but that doesn't mean I'm unable to. I'm not giving you a chance to put your life back together on your own."

     "Braydon, you've gotta be kidding me." Again?! I'd thought he was past this 'rebuild and figure yourself out' thing! 

      He scowls. "No, I'm NOT kidding."

      "We've been through this! I don't NEED to put my life back together! It never really fell apart, and that's in large part thanks to YOU!" I feel my face getting redder as my anger rises, but then he gently touches my face. He plumbing knows that makes my insides melt.

      "You have no idea how much I love hearing that. I do, but I'm not giving you a chance to stand on your own. I think you need that and don't realize it." He swallows hard.

      He means he wants to take a step back, and a painful pang shoots through my heart. "Stop it. You said you wanted my honest answer, right? Well, the answer is I don't want to. Sure, I know I could if I needed to, but I don't want to." I watch him not look convinced, and I wonder if I can win this discussion and finally get him to shut up about leaving me on my own to 'figure myself out' or some such bullplum. He can be so damn stubborn! My lip trembles as I realize I might lose this. "I love you. Please don't take a step back." I don't want to imagine life without Braydon, not even for a week.

     He lets out a quick sigh and pulls me into him, treating me to one of his fantastic, intense kisses. I hold him as tightly to me as I can, thinking that will keep him from pulling away like I still sense he wants to do. This had better not be a plumbing goodbye kiss. I'll dig my claws in like my cat Oreo if I have to. Let him TRY to extricate me. It won't work. I'll pull out every stunt and trick I know to torture the sh*t outta him at work. I'll show up at his apartment wearing nothing but lingerie underneath a trench coat. I've learned all his triggers, and I'll use those against him if I must. I ball my fists into his shirt, sending a message that I'm not letting go.

     He pulls back. "Isabella..." It sounds like he's about to launch into an 'I'm leaving you for now' speech.

     "No," I growl and kiss him, and I follow him when he tries to lean back. My leg wraps around him.

     He reaches up and pulls our faces apart, so my hands start traveling. "Please. Just listen."

     I burst into tears, leaning against his chest. "But I already know what you're going to say. What more can I do to get you to understand me?"

     "I understand you better than you know."

      Oh, so now he's going to pull the 'I'm older and wiser and know better than you' card? Well, I won't listen. I roughly push him away, grab my keys, and run out of the house.

      I'm not sure where I'm going. I just drive, and eventually, I end up parking near a public park. I get out and decide to take a walk, crying and wondering how the plum I'm going to convince Braydon I don't want to so much as separate. Why does he have to be so stubborn?

      I have a seat on a park bench, but I'm not here long before being startled by, "There you are."

     "How did you find me?"

     He offers a guilty smile. "I guess you forgot about that whole 'share location' thing we did with our phones."

     "Oh." Yeah, I'd forgotten. "But I left my phone in the car."

     There's a half-second scowl. "I know, which is why I had to search the park." He has a seat next to me.

      He turns and faces me. "Isabella Taylor, you have one plum of a temper."

      My face falls. "I know." Dammit. Now he's going to scold me.

      "And I f--king love it."

      My eyebrows come together. "Huh?" I turn to see him smiling. I scowl and move to shove him. It does nothing but make ME move, and he very simply takes my hand from his chest, holding it in his.

      "I love you."

      I glare at how he holds my hand. "Well, sometimes you have a funny way of showing it." I jerk my hand free. After all, he's AGAIN saying how he loves me yet wants to pull away. I'd thought we were past this.

     "Would you like to take a walk?" he asks, probably still smiling.

     "No. I already did," I reply just to spite him.

     "Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaasse?"

     I glance over at him. He looks ridiculous as he tries to pout. I can't help it: I crack up laughing. When I'm able to talk, I say, "No. I seriously just took a walk. It didn't help."

     "But it might this time."

      I sigh and put my hand over my face. "Braydon, if you've come here to tell me how you think we should separate for a while for 'my own good,' I don't want to listen. So no, I don't want to take a walk."

      "I wish I could make you understand."

      "I do understand. I just don't agree."

      "Then try to explain it to me again."

       I let out a huff. "I can't right now. Not really. My thoughts are a mess. I just know what I want and what I don't want." I stare ahead of me. "It won't work, Braydon. If you attempt this, I swear I'll do my absolute best to drive you insane and make you regret it."

      "See, now all that does is make me want to all the more." I'm pretty sure he's grinning right now.

       "Ugh!" I want to scream. "I'm not kidding!" I get up and start storming off, going on that walk I said I didn't want to do.

       He follows, of course, and he catches up to me quickly.

      He hops in front of me. "So what would you do? To make me regret it, I mean."

      I back my head up, all at once wanting to kiss him and slap that adorable smile off his face. "I don't want to discuss that right now. I'm too upset."

      "I'm sorry I had to bring all that up." But he doesn't look too sorry. I move to brush past him, but he side-steps and blocks me. "I know how everything I said made it seem like I was going down that path, and I admit, when you started talking about how you didn't need it, all that did was remind me that you probably did, and that changed the direction of my thoughts."

      I glare at him and try to get past him again, but he just pulls me into his arms. "I don't want to listen to this!"

      He holds me, and I don't try to push him away. I'm not really into it, though.

      "Isabella, I've been freaking out at how badly I want this. I worry that all I'm doing lately is doing what I can to give myself what I want. I don't want to push in when what you need is to get your life sorted."

     "Braydon," I growl, "you are part of getting my life 'sorted.'"

     "Okay," he says happily.

 

     Wait. Did I win? He doesn't want to leave me, even if only temporarily? His kiss certainly says he's not going anywhere... unless it involves dragging me off to a nearby bush and having his way with me. My hand moves to the buttons of his shirt.

     He grunts and pulls back, catching my hand. "Wait. Please."

     I give him a look like he'd better have a plumbing good reason for stopping me.

     He sighs. "This is what I was trying to do earlier, even if I chose a very unwise and convoluted way of getting there."

     I watch him, wondering where he's going with this.

     "Braydon, you've lost me on this."

     "That's no surprise, and I haven't made this easy. Chalk it up to nerves, I guess. You see, I wasn't sure if I was doing the right thing."

     I glare now. "I'm going to claw your face off if you start up with that again."

     He smiles. "I'm not. I swear it. In fact..."

      He asks me to marry him. After three whole seconds of shocked silence, I finally respond with a yes.