Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted to You ❯ Chapter Ten ( Chapter 10 )

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

Eli awoke that morning to the smell of bacon and eggs. He grinned and licked his lips, whimpering only due to the severe kink in his neck from sleeping at such an odd angle. Peyton set the table and put his plate in his spot before hurrying to the bathroom.

"You alright?" She slammed the door, then threw up in the toilet. He groaned as he heard that sound. "Wonderful...." Peyton washed her mouth out then came out and sat on the couch to watch T.V. "You aren't going to eat?"

"Nope."

"Well at least get your cute ass over here and sit with me."

"Nope."

He groaned and grabbed his plate, stomping all the way over to her he sat down in front of the television. "How barbaric...."

She sighed. "Can't I just have one day that you don't bother me?"

"Nope."

Not wanting to fight, she laid down at watched the T.V. Reaching down, he pulled at her legs, letting them rest on his lap while he ate. She looked over at him for a moment before turning back to the T.V. He was so confusing. She wasn't any better. What was she doing here? What was he doing letting her stay here? Or kidnapping her...whatever he called it.

Once he finished his meal, he put it aside before standing and laying her legs back down. Going upstairs, he grabbed a shower and got dressed for work once more. "I'll probably be home late again," he explained.

"Yeah, I know."

"I was just letting you know." He sighed even as he left her there. She listened to the door close then closed her eyes to will the tears away. "Shut up," he said to his growling stomach. "I fed you....fourteen hours ago. Be a fucking trooper and take one for the team." Cracking his neck, he fixed his tie, shirt, and coat. Making sure he looked somewhat presentable. When the last button on his shirt was back in place, he grinned at his reflection in the television screen. Whistling, he started home. It was bad when even all the fast food places were closed at this hour. Maybe he still had some cereal somewhere.

Slowly Peyton's eyes opened as she heard something opening and closing cabinets. Sitting up, she looked over the couch at Eli. She should have went back to sleep. She should have just ignored it and let him suffer. Instead, she got up, pulled out some leftovers and warmed them up for him.

"Uh...thanks," he said softly, his stomach growling in agreement as he sat down at the bar and grabbed his favorite soda.

She went back to the couch and laid down. He ate his food in silence for a while, stretching every minute or two to look over the couch and to see if she was still sleeping. Once he was through he put the plate in the dish washer and started for bed, but not before leaning over the couch and kissing her on the side of the lips. Tucking some hair behind her ear, he smiled and went to bed. Her eyes opened as she walked him go upstairs. Her fingers brushed the spot he kissed and she rolled over to face the couch as she cried softly.

He stopped on the stairs and looked back at the couch. Did he hear something? Peyton curled softly up and tucked the covers around herself. "Peyton?" he asked, walking over and looking down at her.

"Yeah?"

Shit. She was awake. "You...alright?"

"Yeah."

His hand reached down and touched her cheek, surprised to find it wet. She'd...been crying? She pulled from him and pushed his hand away before going back under the covers. "Hey, come on out...."

"I'm tired, Eli. I just want to sleep."

He fell silent before reaching down once more. "Come to bed with me."

"Go to bed with one of your whores."

His fist tightened and he turned to go up the stairs. "I thought that was why I asked you."

"I hate you..." she whispered and started crying harder.

"Join the club," he said beneath his breath as he disappeared into his room.

Peyton cried all night and most of the morning until she finally fell to sleep. Hands slipped around her, pulling her small frame into his chest. Soon she was laying beneath his covers, tucked safely away in his bed. The sun hit her face by mid afternoon. There was no Eli...and no couch. How did she end up in his bed once again? Standing, she went to the bathroom. After a shower, emptying her stomach, and washing her mouth out, she went down stairs to an empty house.

There was a plate on the counter with a note and a set of pills. "Eat up. There are some prenatal pills. Promise they're not poison. Most of them aren't anyways. -Eli."

She hesitated before taking the pills and sitting down to eat. It was another long day. He swore he was going to have to start drinking just to be able to survive this. The thought actually made him grin. Maybe he could become addicted to alcohol as well. That would drive Peyton crazy.

That night, Peyton left him a note. "Food is in the microwave. Just press start to heat it up. Don't make a mess. Try not to wake me. -Peyton."

He grinned as he read the note. Shaking his head, he pressed start and set his stuff down. Grabbing something to drink, he ate in silence and went to bed. Peyton sat up on the couch as watched him walk upstairs. When he was gone, she laid back down and closed her eyes. Another late night...

In the morning, he did the same routine. Picking her up and carrying her to bed followed by fixing breakfast and setting out her pills.

In the afternoon, Peyton answer the door when someone knocked. A woman with red hair smiled at her. "You the help?"

"What?"


"Eli gave me this address. Told me to come over sometime for fun. So who are you?"

Peyton's eyes narrowed. "No one." She grabbed her bag and let the girl in. "Here is his cell number and his work number. Let him know you are here. I'm sure he'll rush home."

"She I tell him you stopped by?"

Peyton shook her head. "No. Don't bother. He'll know." She shut the door behind her and walked down stairs.

The woman set her bag down and pulled out some paper work to keep her busy.

When the woman called him, he frowned as he saw the number. How did she get his cell? "Rebecca? What's up? Where are you at?"

"I'm at your place. I have those papers you wanted and you need to update your will. It's been five years already," she said. "As your lawyer I advice you not to leave strangers in your home. You shouldn't have whores sleeping in your house. They steal stuff, Eli."

He groaned into his hand. "She's not a whore Rebecca. She's my wife."

She froze. "Are you sure because when she left she didn't seem like she was coming back... And I thought your wife left you."

"Long story. Wait...she left!? When?"

"Yeah, about an hour or so ago. How was I suppose to know she was your wife? Your credit history says you've been paying for sex every night this week, sometimes more than one woman or man at a time. I just figured you brought one home. She only left with one bag. Are you sure she wasn't a whore? She wasn't wearing a ring."

"Oh for Christ's sake! You've been through my credit history? Look just...ugh! I can't even form coherent sentences right now." He had no idea where she would go. He didn't know why she left either. They weren't friendly, but at least they were living together without ever seeing each other. What had happened to make her leave?

"I check everything on your financial history, Eli. I'm your lawyer and I take care of your things, making sure no one is taking money from you. Look, I'll leave the papers on the table. Sign the will or update it then send it back to me." She hung up and walked out. Peyton sat on a bench in the park crying hard. She hated her life. And she hated Eli. So much it hurt. Or was that love? She couldn't tell. It just hurt too much. People passed by her asking if she was ok, but all she would say was that she was pregnant and the hormones were getting to her.

It took him hours. Work was pissed at him, but when he overheard some ladies talking about the small pregnant girl crying in the park he knew he'd found the right place. "So what did I do now?" he asked as he sat down beside her.

"Damn it! I can't ever just run from you!" she cried. Standing, she picked up her bag and walked away.

He groaned and got up, catching her hand. "Hold on! What the hell happened?"

She snatched her hand from him. "What do you want from me, Eli?! I've given you everything! I've let you break it all and still I let you come back into my life and break more! There isn't anything left of me! There is nothing! No money, no love, no heart, no nothing! Homeless and broken! Go ruin some other girl ok! You win! You win! Are you happy now! You win this stupid challenge! You've got me to care for you, want you, and now I'm in pieces! Go celebrate and just let me try and fix what's left of the pieces!"

Eli stopped and grinned. "That was easy." He honestly thought that it would take more than that to get her to say those words. "I won the challenge so now I get to claim my prize."

She wanted to hit him. Instead, she shook her head, wiped her eyes, and continued walking. Her chest was so tight and her body hurt. Arms scooped her up into his chest. "Come on. We're going home."

"You put me down or I'll scream!"

"Scream and I'll throw you over my shoulder. I won the challenge which means I win you."

"I'm not a prize! I'm a human being!"

"No. You're my wife."

Her eyes hardened. "Help! Someone help me!" He kept walking, ignoring everyone as he carried her to his car. "You cowards!"

He grinned and slid into his front seat, keeping her on his lap as he started his car. "So you want to tell me what this latest outrage is about?"

"This is kidnapping and as soon as I get my hands on a phone, I'm calling 911!"

"No you aren't. Look, Peyton. What do you want from me? I mean, what do you really and truly want from me?"

"Nothing. I left you! Not once, twice! And both times you kidnapped me!"

"Yeah, I'm starting to see a pattern. Kind of kinky actually.... You were partial to the bondage. Regardless, you stayed with me for a little while, which meant that you hoped or wanted something. So tell me what it is."

She crossed her arms on her chest and pouted. He couldn't help himself. When the car slowed to a stop his lips were over hers, massaging the pouting flesh.

Her eyes widened and she pulled back. "Stop it!"

"Why?"

"I'm mad at you and I'm not one of your whores! You can't just kiss me whenever you want to! We are not together!"

"Tell me why you are mad at me then!"

"I just am! You are a jerk! And you sleep around! And you are so self centered! And I'm having your baby and you don't even care! And it's always about what you want and not me!"

"Then tell me what you freaking want!"

"The opposite of all that you dumb ass! Don't you listen!?”

"So let me get this straight. We're not together and you won't sleep with me, but you don't want me fucking anyone else when I want to. You want me to be less self centered, and for me to care about a baby that is nothing more than accident and something that I never wanted!?"

She thought about it a moment. "Sounds about right."

"Wonder-fucking-ful." She moved off his lap. "Hey! That's the closest to action I've gotten from you in a while. Stay."

"Do you even want me? I mean, really want me, more than just a ride?"

"I don't kidnap people to get my jollies off."

"That's debatable..."

He grinned at that. "It is. Isn't it.” She sighed. This was going nowhere. "To answer your question though. Yes."

She shifted and looked at him. "Do...you love me?"

"I'm not certain what love feels like. I'm attracted to you and I care about you to the point of pure and utter insanity."

"I think that's love. Would you do anything to be with me? And I don't mean sex."

"I wouldn't say anything, but there is a lot I would do."

"If given the choice, would you prefer sex with me over anyone else?"

"Yes..."

"Would you spend the rest of your life having sex with me and only me?"

"As long as you continue to be freaky in bed...yes."

"Even if I'm not?"

"I'm not certain... I really love sex."

"More than me?"

"I... don't...think so."

"Then would you cheat on me?"

"No."

"Even if I was sick for a whole week and we couldn't have sex?"

He whined as he heard that. "Could you still give blowjobs or jack me off?"

"Maybe, depends on how sick I am. You do know that we can't have sex for a while after I give birth."

"What!? How long!? Why!?"

"An eight pound baby is coming out of a very small hole. That's why. And I assume a month or two."

"B-but I've never been without sex for more than 2 days!"

"It's about commitment, Eli!"

"I know! But...you don't understand sex...I mean. I need it, Peyton. I rally freaking need it!"

"But a toy!"

He frowned and thought about that. "That...might work."

She relaxed in the seat. "If you cheat on me, even once, Eli. I'll leave and I will not let you bring me back. I mean it."

"Do we get sex tonight?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"Are you serious about being together?"

"Look. Why would I go through all this trouble with you when I could just buy sex? I'm not that nice."

"And...the baby?"

He tensed and kept his eyes on the road. "One thing at a time, Peyton." She nodded.

When they got home, he relaxed and began to strip. Today had been hell and he was simply glad that it was over. Peyton went upstairs after glancing at the papers on the table. She looked around, but saw no red head or anything from a woman that wasn't her own things. Letting out a deep breath, she drew a hot bath. Eli's arms wrapped around her, stroking her body while he nipped at the back of her neck and sucked on her flesh.

"Want...a hot bath?"

He looked to her and nodded. "Sounds good."

Peyton undressed and slipped in the water. He slipped into the water with her, his flesh pressing against hers as he grabbed her from behind and pulled her up to him until her naked form was sitting on his lap, his cock growing between her thighs.

She rested her back against his chest and laid her head on his shoulder. "A woman came by...said you wanted to have fun..."

"Did she now?" he asked, his hands trailing over her body, caressing the underside of her breasts, stroking them gently before moving to her nipples. "What did she look like?"

"Red hair...big chest...red lip...green eyes..."

"Her name is Rebecca," he explained, his fingers tweaking her nipples. "My attorney."

She arched against her. "Do you have sex with her?"

"Once or twice, but I try not to mix business with pleasure." Once his cock was rigid, he began to pump upward, the top of his shaft rubbing against her lips.

Her hands reached down and stroked his cock with her finger tips. He took a breath, his body hungry and wanting more. Letting go of one of her breasts, his hand slid down and fingers plunged inside her, filling her while teasing her clit, wanting to drive her wild. She moaned and gripped his cock, stroking it hard and fast. He hissed while biting her shoulder. She knew just how to stroke him. Just how he liked it. It wasn't long before he came, his cum hitting her hand and thighs. She shifted in the water and looked up at him. Slowly she pressed her lips to his and nibbled on them. He captured her lips, moaning as her teeth slid over his flesh and bit down. Arching his back, he let her turn until her chest was pressing against him. His hands slid down and cupped her ass, pulling her up. She washed his neck in kisses and bites while her hands ran through his hair. Fingers pushed back into her, pumping her quickly and pushing upward into her. While fingers worked her front, another finger shoved into her back and began pumping. She rocked her hips against him, pushing him deeper until she tossed her head back and came.

"Front or back?" he asked, his cock was growing hard and he wanted to hear her scream.

"Doesn't matter. It feels good either way..."

He moved her around on him until her back was to him. Spreading her ass cheeks, his tip pressed against her ass. While she was positioned above him, he opened one of his drawers and pulled out a long vibrator. "It's waterproof," he smirked as he handed it to her. Slowly she took it and turned it on.

As she did that, he let her fall all the way down onto his cock, letting it fill her ass while he hissed at theShe cried out and arched. It always hurt when he did that. He reached around and pinched her nipples while sucking on her neck. "Go ahead and give the toy a try."

Shaking hands disappeared under water. She pushed the tip of the vibrator in her pussy and moaned. "That's my wife," he teased. Lifting her up, he let her fall back down, his cock pumping upward into her tight ass. While he did that, she worked the vibrator, moaning and panting. "Push it all the way in. I think you'll like the feeling of being double stuffed." Biting her lip, she pushed it a little further, then all the way in. She gripped the tub and shook while moaning. "I figured that," he smirked. He kept going, panting and laying back more so that he could pump further into her. Eventually he came hard, his cock throbbing while her ass was filled with his cum. She followed behind him and slumped back on him before pulling the vibrator out. "God I've missed that."

She looked back at him. "Don't...lock me in the house tomorrow."

"Promise you won't try to run?"

"Just to your office. With lunch. And dessert."

He grinned widely, his eyes swimming in hers. "Sounds wonderful."