Page 11 of Cold Snap

Landry

I can tell she’s just waiting for a chance to run. So, I give it to her. I turn and walk to the back of my apartment and then turn right back around. When I come back, she’s got a handcuff key out and in the lock.

“So much for trust, huh.” Her face comes up in a show of surprise, her mouth falling into a perfect little circle, as I step forward and pull the key out of her hand. “So that answers the question about how you got loose during the night of the bar fight.”

“Give that back!”

I dangle the little key in front of her. It’s on a thin necklace today, but I know for damn sure she didn’t have this around her neck the night I took her to the office and handcuffed her to my chair. “Where’d you have it that night? Cause I know you didn’t have it around your neck.”

“How do you know it wasn’t there?”

“Because that god damned chain that disappeared between your tits was there instead, and don’t think every man in the fucking bar didn’t know exactly what you were or weren’t wearing around your neck.”

“Oh.” She looks a little taken aback. Probably because of my word choice, since I’ve never used the word tits in front of her before.

“Thought I missed that, did you?”

She narrows her eyes, “Why does it even matter where I had it or didn’t have it? Why does it matter to you what I wear or don’t wear? And why the hell are you so concerned who I talk to or don’t talk to?”

I spin the stool around until we are almost eye to eye; she’s still a little shorter. “Why did you lie to me?”

“Why am I here?”

“Because, god damn it, I want answers.”

“Hmm, and people in hell want ice water.”

We stare each other down for several tense moments before I try another way.

“How about you talk to me…tell me what I want to know…Or I start teaching you about consequences?”

“How about you let me go, or I start making your life a living hell?”

I can’t help but laugh. “Consequences it is.”

I unlock the cuff from the chair, only to turn her and snap the other one around her free wrist behind her back.

“Land! This is some seriously fucked up shit. Kidnapping and now handcuffing! And what…! Landry! What are you doing?!”

I bend her over the chair she was just in. She struggles a little bit, but I don’t think it’s hit her yet what I have planned…until my hand lands on her cloth-covered ass cheek. Then she starts to really wiggle.

“What in the hell has gotten into you?”

“What’s gotten into me? What’s gotten into me?” I can’t say I’m not shocked by her question. She should fucking understand. “You’ve gotten into me. You sank your claws into me. Deep. Making me crazy. That’s what’s gotten into me!”

“All because I told a little lie.”

“A little lie!” Shocked again. This girl…she’s going to be the death of me. “All you did was lie to me. And I intend to find out why, god damn it! Now, talk!”

I swat her ass again, but my mind gets tripped up on the way her little ass bounces every time I hit it. Those shorts are entirely too short for her to be walking around town in.

“Why the hell are you in shorts this short?”

“Really?” She squirms around, but she’s good and truly trapped this time. I give her ass another swat.

“Really.”

“Because this is what I sleep in when I’m at my brother’s house, you big ass!”

Anger hits me hard. “You…left…your fucking brother’s house…

in your fucking nightclothes?” I start taking a better look at what she’s wearing.

I’ve been so busy watching her ass I never even bothered to realize she’s got a thin as fuck tank on that leaves no room for her to wear a fucking bra under it!

“Calm down, psycho! It’s not a fucking sexy piece of lingerie or a nightie! It’s fucking shorts for fuck’s sakes!”

Does she really not know?!

I have her up, half walking, half dragging her over to the closest mirror which happens to be in my bathroom. I hold her up so more of her is showing.

“You can see your nipples through your fucking shirt! And if you pull these fucking shorts up just a little more, I can see the outline of your fucking pussy through them.” Her mouth falls open at my words -or maybe the fact I’m looking at all the places we’re talking about.

“You think it’s okay to walk down a street with your tits barely contained and this pussy nearly falling out?

You think a man wouldn’t kill someone to get this?

You think I wouldn’t kill someone if they saw you like this!

I almost beat the shit out of Aarons for touching you that night, and you think I would let him live if he looked at you like this. ”

“Why?” Her eyes fill with tears. “Why would it matter to you who saw me like this? Is it because you think you need to help my brother keep me safe? Help my dad protect me? Why does it matter to you what I wear or who looks at me?”

I sit her down, and she turns to me, her arms still behind her back, handcuffed. She’s temptation incarnate, and my self-control has been worn thin already. I can’t even start to tell her why it matters so much to me. Not when the swell of her breasts is so fucking close.

“Are you trying to keep me…innocent and pure? How do you know I haven’t been with tons of men already and there’s no need to keep me…locked away?”

I step closer to her, causing her to back up, but there’s nowhere for her to go. I come closer until I cage her in between my arms and the wall. There’s nothing to keep me from reaching up and touching her face where that asshole Aarons touched her.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea…yeah, you could have had dozens of lovers, but I would still threaten to kill someone who touches you because you have no idea how sexy you are, how fucking much you entice men.” She opens her mouth, but I keep talking, “It’s not your fucking clothes or what you wear.

It’s that body of yours. This little body that screams to men to come take it.

Soft and sweet and welcoming, men see you and they want your body, they want that softness, that pretty little pussy you keep tucked away.

I’m keeping this body safe, but more importantly… what this little body harbors.”

I place my hand between her unbound breasts and search for the thumping of her heart.

My hand is so wide, so much bigger than her, that it pretty much covers her whole chest. She takes a deep breath, and my eyes are drawn to the hard points just under her thin tank.

Pretty little pebbles that tempt me to slide my pinky over just slightly.

“And sweetheart,” I bring my eyes back to hers, “if you’re going to pretend you’ve been with other men…you shouldn’t have kissed me.”

My mouth lands on hers in a hard kiss. At first, she melts for me, opening her mouth and inviting me in. Our tongues meet and play, but then she tries to pull away from me, turning her head away from me.

“Stop.”

I pull back to stare down at her.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, Land.” Her chest rises and falls with each breath, my hand still firmly in the middle of her little body. “I…I understand why you don’t want to…why you...”

I stop what she is going to say by placing my mouth back on hers.