Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted to You ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Eli looked up when the door opened. He was talking onto a head set while staring at a digital board. He paused when who saw who it was. What was she doing here! He turned off his headset and looked her over. "Everything...okay?"

"Oh, yes. You can finish. I'll wait." She sat down in one of the chairs.

He nodded and kept talking, barking orders and changing stocks. Finally there was a lull and he took his headset off. "What's... up?"

She held up the picnic basket. "Lunch?"

"Uh...yeah," he smiled. Undoing his tie some, he moved some papers and files from his desk while pulling up another chair so she could sit beside him. She moved to him and opened the basket. She pulled out lunch and set it up then sat down. "So, how is the arm feeling?" he asked, smiling as he took her hand in his.

She moved her fingers between his. "Good. The stitches are out and I can move it fine."

"Good. So...on your day free of me, you decide to bring me a lunch. You're not divorcing me are you?"

She shook her head while chewing. "I just thought...you would want lunch."

He looked to her and smiled. "Yeah, I did. This is really good. Thanks."

"You're welcome," she smiled.

His hand tightened in hers before he leaned over and kissed her cheek. "You know, since we've been married, we've never really tried to find out anything personal about each other."

She swallowed what she had in her mouth. "What do you want to know?"

"For starters, just how old are you?"

"Nineteen."

"Favorite color?"

"Pink."

"I'll have to get you more pink thongs. What about your favorite food?"

"Anything made with hot dogs."

He grinned at that. "I'm going to resist making a cock or oral joke out of that." She smiled while taking a bite of her food. "Now then, tell me about your life before you became my wife."

She shifted and thought a moment. "Mom died at ten. Ended up in the addiction place at fourteen. Gave a few blow jobs to the guards for extra time on the phone. Met you. Here I am."

"So let me get this straight. Giving blowjobs to guards is better than giving blowjobs to me?" he actually pouted at that.

"I never swallowed. They always came away from me."

"Well it's not like I ever force you to swallow."

She sighed. "Can we talk about something else?"

"Okay. Okay. Anything you want to know about your amazing husband?"

"I know everything I should know."

"Yeah, but is there anything you want to know?"

She thought while she chewed. "Do you think you'll ever fall in love and get married for real?"

He shrugged. "If you'd told me a year ago that I'd be married to a teenager right now just in order to corrupt her in exchange for money...well, actually that does sound like something I would do. I don't know. If the right girl came along that could handle me, I don't see why not." She nodded, surprised to feel her heart sink. After finishing, she packed everything up and stood. "I'll be home around eightish," he said, taking her hand and leaning forward to give her a peck on the cheek.

"Dinner will be ready."

"It always is."

She nodded and walked out. He shook his head after she had left. What an odd girl, coming to see him like that. She despised him and yet.... He sat down and smiled to himself. That was kind of nice. Like promised, dinner was ready when he got home. Sushi. Made from scratch with fresh fish. She pushed the curls from her face as she waited at the door in her lingerie for him.

He opened up the door with a tired yawn, his throat sore from yelling so much and his body tired and tensed from the stress. He still somehow managed to smile as he saw her delicate frame waiting patiently for him. "Good evening beautiful."

She smiled. "Welcome home."

He sniffed and looked down at the sushi tray. A coy smile came to his lips as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. "Miss me?"

"No. Of course not," she groaned.

He sighed and feigned heartache. "Pity. I missed you and your cute ass."

"Of course you did. You miss the sex," she said and pulled from him.

"It has been awhile since I've taken your ass. Perhaps tonight we will give it a go. For now, I am starving and you look good enough to eat off of." Rolling her eyes she sat down. "Not tonight," he grinned. "Sushi requires a very special plate. Lay on the table."

She stared at him. "What?"

"Lay on the table."

She looked at the table and sighed. So much for the nice talks at dinner. Crawling on the table, she laid back. He moved over her, his hands tugging her panties down and unclasping her bra. He stared down at her with a smile as he moved the sushi and began placing it over her body, placing it on her nipples and between her legs. She laid perfectly still while watching the ceiling.

Using chopsticks, he took one of the rolls and moved it to her lips. "Say 'ah'." After a glare from her, she opened her mouth. He laid it down in her mouth before kissing her. "You don't have to look so mad."

She chewed and turned her face from him. Once he removed the piece of sushi from between her legs, he took out a small vibrator from his pocket and began to rub it on her clit while he ate. She raked her fingers over the table and arched. He continued nibbling, sliding the vibrator inside her, turning it onto its highest pleasure setting before taking out another. He pressed it to her ass and let the tiny thing slip in as it began vibrating on a rhythm. Finally, he took out a small egg and began working her clit once more. He was just smiling brightly while he continued eating his meal. Peyton gripped the table tightly and panted. She tossed her head back while her lower half shook. With his control button, he alternated which areas got which amount of pleasure. Eventually he just turned them all on high. After he finished his meal, he pulled her face toward him and lightly nibbled on her lips. Like always, she didn't kiss him back. He sighed into her mouth, pulling back and stroking her cheek. Still nothing. Her back arched higher and she cried out as she came on the table.

He slowly turned down the vibrators before turning them off completely. Without a word, he scooped her shaking body into his arms and carried her upstairs to his room. She panted into his chest. It was so routine. She knew it like the back of her hand. Dinner and sex. Lots of sex and then she could finally sleep...and start all over again. That night, however, was anything if routine. He slipped her beneath the covers and slipped into his night clothes he pulled out his laptop and began working.

Peyton sat up. "No sex?"

"No. Not tonight," he said without looking at her. "Feel free to go to sleep."

"Are...you sure?"

"Yeah. Yeah. I know you grow tired of it, so I won't bother you for a few weeks. I've got a lot of work to catch up on."

Did that mean he would sleep with someone else? Why did that bother her so much!? Slowly, she laid back on the bed and closed her eyes while playing with the ring on her finger. He kept his word and worked for most of the night. In the morning when she woke, he was already out of the bed and getting ready for work. She watched him get ready while laying in bed.

Once he was dressed, he nodded to her while grabbing his laptop. "I will be home at eight. See you then." She nodded, but she did return to his work at lunch. He smiled when he saw her come in at lunch time. "Hello beautiful."

She smiled and sat the basket on his desk. "I...came a little early. Just in case."

"You didn't have to, but I'm glad that you did." She moved to him and sat down in his lap, straddling his hips. Slowly she moved her dress over her head. His eyes widened when he realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. "What...what are you doing?" He usually had to force her to do this. Now she was just doing it on her own?

"You're addicted...and I don't want you getting in trouble for doing it with someone on the job. I thought you could get away with it if it was your wife..."

"I have found other ways of keeping myself relaxed," he told her. "And you always complain about being with me, so I figured some time without sex with me would do you good. Besides, you were the one who tried to get me to kick my addiction."

Instantly she grabbed her dress and covered herself with a blush. "So...you don't want to be with me?"

"Oh, I do," he said honestly. "But you don't. So I can find other ways to...get it off."

"What ways?"

"What is the saying? There are plenty of fish in the sea," he said with a nod.

She put her dress back on and stood. Her hands fisted and she did her very best to keep herself from being so dramatic. So she nodded. "Oh...ok. Right. Of course." She looked at him. "I forgot I have to go to the grocery store for dinner so just bring the basket home when you are done," she said then practically ran out and hurried to the elevator.

He watched her carefully as she ran. He sighed into his hands before rubbing his eyes. This was going to be hard, but it was for the best, wasn't it?

Peyton got in the cab and the driver looked at her. "Everything alright, Ms?"

She looked at him with confusion. "You...are crying..."

Quickly she moved her hand over her cheek only to find it wet. Shock was beyond what she was feeling. "Drive. Just drive, please." He nodded and took off.

At eight, once he was done with all his work, he packed up and stared at the basket she had brought to him. Picking it up, he walked out to his car, stopping when he saw the hookers walking down the street looking for some clients. Peyton had dinner ready and sitting on the table. But she didn't have the lingerie. There was no reason right? She looked at herself in the mirror and wiped her eyes again. She just couldn't stop crying. Was it because she hadn't cried in the past? Now it was all catching up? Shaking her head, she washed her face again ignoring the pain in her heart.

It was nine before he arrived home. Setting his jacket and briefcase by the door, he walked in with a yawn, stopping when he saw her. "Peyton?"

"Dinner's cold... I'll warm it up," she said and took his plate to the microwave.

"Whoa, hold on. What's wrong with your eyes?"

"I think I scratched it because they keep watering. It's been like this all day. So annoying.”

"Well let me take a look at them," he said, his hand caressing her chin as he lifted her eyes up to stare at him.

She pulled from him. "It's just a scratch ok!"

"Yikes! No need to yell. I just wanted to make certain it wasn't anything serious." She put the plate in the microwave and pushed some buttons then wiped her eyes and waited for it to beep. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Why did you come to work today?"

"Lunch." She pulled from him.

"You don't come just for lunch without wearing any underwear."

"I told you. I just didn't want you fooling around and getting in trouble. Why are you making something out of nothing?"

"I dunno. It just seems to be that you're doing a lot of crying over nothing."

She pushed him in the chest. "It's a fucking scratch! Feed your damn self!" Stomping out, she went to the bathroom and slammed the door then locked it.

He frowned, but didn't say a word. Taking his food out of the microwave, he sat down and ate by himself. Peyton stayed in the bathroom sitting on the floor, covering her mouth and crying. After a while, she washed her face and walked out. Grabbing her pajamas, she dressed in them then crawled in bed. That night, Eli never came up to bed. He had chosen to give her even more space, by sleeping on the couch that night, curled up with a small throw blanket and a tiny couch cushion for a pillow. In the middle of the night, Peyton brought down a pillow and a bigger blanket. Carefully she slid the pillow under his head then put the blanket on him. Pushing his hair from his face, she hesitated before kissing his forehead and going back upstairs.

In the morning, he was surprised to find that she was awake before him and cooking breakfast. He groaned as he sat up and looked over himself. Where did the pillow and blanket come from. Yawning, he groaned when he sat up, his stiff morning wood pressing against his pants. "I'm...going to-" He looked at her, she wasn't even paying attention to him. "Forget it." Slowly he started upstairs for a nice warm shower.

Peyton sniffled from the kitchen. She wiped her eyes yet again. Bringing her hands over her face, she started crying harder while listening to the shower upstairs. Once he was dressed and ready for work, he came down stairs while fussing with his tie. Seeing the plate she'd set out for him made his stomach growl. He watched her carefully as he sat down to eat. "Come sit with me."

"I'm not hungry. I'll eat later."

"Just sit. You don't have to eat." Slowly she moved at the table and sat down. "Your eyes are still watering," he said softly.

"Still healing..."

"Let me see them please."

"No. It's not that serious."

"It's been like this for two days. I'm starting to get worried. Let me at least look at it."

"I said it's fine."

"You're the most stubborn girl I know...." She nodded and looked down. When she did, his hand cupped her cheek and pulled her face up to look at him. "If I didn't know any better, I would swear that you've been crying." She sniffled and shrugged. "Holy crap. You have been crying!"

"Shut up!"

"No, you really have. What...I mean, you never cry. What happened?"

"Things."

"Tell me."

"I don't have to."

"If you don't tell me I can always tie you up and ravage you for hours until you do."

"I don't care," she said and stood. Going back to the kitchen she started on the dishes again.

He sighed and stood. "Whatever. Look, I don't have time for this. I'm going to be late at as it is. Don't...just don't wait up for me tonight."

She stiffened but nodded. He glanced back at her before shaking his head and closing the door behind him. As soon as he was gone, she was crying hard into the dish water. He was so upset he couldn't even concentrate at work. He was making more mistakes than a first timer. Why!? He didn't know. He didn't even know why he was upset. She was just being so damn secretive and mopey. What was wrong with her? He was trying to be freaking nice, but if she didn't shape up he was seriously going to rape her. At lunch, Peyton came though she was later than normal. It took her hand hour to get the courage to come and thirty more minutes to stop crying.

"No! Listen, I'll get you your fucking money back! Just chill. I'm having a fucking off day!" he yelled into his phone. That was the fourth customer today that he'd screwed out of millions... Peyton set the basket on his desk then sat down. He froze when he saw her. "No. Look. I’ll make you double by next week. I promise." Before the man could say anymore he turned off his headset and rubbed his temples.

"I...made your favorite..."

He looked over at her. She seemed almost timid. "Thank you," he sighed, giving her a small grin. "Give me a hug."

"W-why?"

"Because I'm probably going to get fired the way things are going."

"I don't want you to sleep with other people..." she whispered.

His smile faltered as he looked at her. "What.... Why?"

"Because...we are married...and you should only want to be with me..."

"But this isn't a real marriage. You said so yourself...."

"Well...I changed my mind. I can do that right?" she asked softly.

He hesitated and patted his lap, beckoning her to him. She didn't move for a moment but finally moved into his lap. He cupped her face and stared into her eyes. "You changed your mind? About our false marriage.... How so?"

"I just did..."

"I mean...what do you mean? You...want this to be a real marriage? With commitment, honesty, and death to us part?"

She shifted. "Do you?"

"I'm asking you, and I want your honest answer."

"I know. And I'm asking you the same thing."

He sighed and pressed his forehead against hers. "You're a very strange girl. You hate me. Despise me. You won't kiss me. You force yourself to have sex with me. Yet here you are saying you wish to spend the rest of your life with me."

"I didn't say that..."

"No, but the tears in your eyes did."

"You still haven't answered."

"Only because you have not told me the truth of your feelings. Tell me them and I will answer you."

"I'll seem like a fool."

"Tell me, or you will never know my answer."

"Yes. It's yes."

"Yes...to what?" he asked, wanting her to say it all.

"Yes...I want a real...marriage..." she whispered.

"Why? When I displease you so?"

"I answered!"

"No, you didn't. You just said that you wanted a real marriage. For the love of me I can't honestly figure out why."

"You have to answer now."

He took a breath and met her eyes. "My answer depends on something." She stood. She was getting frustrated. He grinned as he took her hand. "I enjoy your company, frustrating as it may be. I would very much like to see if we could survive a real marriage, because I do care about you. However, I do not want that if you cannot try to be happy."

"I will be!" she promised.

He still looked at her skeptically. "Kiss me."

Slowly she moved back in his lap and cupped his face. Her lips pressed to his softly and she massaged them. His eyes widened in genuine surprise. She was kissing him. Actually kissing him, unlike anything before. He smiled and relaxed into the kiss, his arms moving around her as nibbled on her lips, his tongue sliding against her parted lips and slipping into her mouth. Her tongue moved over his and she moved his hands to her thighs, urging him to take her dress off. This wasn't like her normal self. She had never been so eager. So willing. He liked it. He pushed her dress up, pulling it upward and over her head before tossing it to the ground.