Tainted

Chapter Twelve

Sawyer went back downstairs. Needing fresh air, she went out the front door, deciding to take a walk in the comfortable temperature. She walked down the driveway, enjoying the sunshine as the feeling of being confined began to evaporate.

Seeing the small guardhouse a few feet away, she belatedly remembered Kaden’s warning and decided to turn back. The sound of a car screeching and pulling into the driveway had her freezing until she heard the distinctive sound of gunfire.

Sawyer began running, veering away from the driveway. She ran as fast as she could. There were not many trees, so she had no place to hide on R.J.’s manicured lawn. She decided her only chance was to reach the safety of the house and she ran even faster.

Hearing footsteps approaching behind her, she began screaming. She couldn’t let the kidnappers take her again. She instinctively knew she wouldn’t survive that ordeal twice.

The footsteps were gaining on her.

“Kaden!”

The door slammed open and he came running outside. He sprinted toward her as she ran toward him. She had unwittingly placed him in danger with her recklessness. Sawyer ran as the man chased her with a gun. Kaden was unarmed, but that didn’t stop him from coming to her rescue. She picked up speed at the fear she had placed him in danger.

“Get to the house and lock the door,” he yelled as he rushed past her.

She kept running, hearing the heavy thump of bodies colliding; however, Sawyer didn’t stop until she had finally reached the door, slamming and locking it behind her. Running to the window, she saw Kaden and another man fighting. She looked around the room for a phone, not knowing what else to do to help Kaden.

When she couldn’t find one, she turned back to the window, seeing Kaden slamming his fist into the man’s face over and over. He tore the gun from the man’s hand then brought it down on his skull until he lay still on the ground.

The security guard ran to Kaden, pulling him off the limp body before tossing the intruder onto his stomach and handcuffing his hands behind his back. Kaden then got to his feet. Sawyer saw him speaking with the security guard before he turned and headed back toward the house, his face a mask of fury. Sawyer stood by the window until the hard slam of his fist hit the doorframe.

She went to the door, her fingers fumbling with the lock until the door finally opened and Kaden brushed angrily by her.

“What the fuck were you doing out there?”

Shocked and still frightened by her narrow escape, she had trouble getting the words out. “I—Ijust wa—wanted t—to go f—for a walk.” She was relieved when she finally managed to get the sentence out.

“You almost managed to get yourself kidnapped, Sawyer. Is that what you wanted?”

“N—n—no!”

“Why were you so close to the road?”

“I—Iwanted t—to g—o—go for... a… walk.” Sawyer took a deep breath, trying to get her stuttering back under control. It had been years since she had stuttered this badly. The years of speech therapy came back to her and she tried to gather her thoughts to gain control of her speech while Kaden stared at her as if she were crazy.

Sawyer belatedly realized it hadn’t been a wise decision. She had almost got herself kidnapped, and both Kaden and the security guard hurt.

“Go to your room, Sawyer. I’ll be up in a few minutes, but first I have to calm down. I told you not to leave the house, didn’t I?” Kaden said harshly.

“Yes, but I was only going for a walk.” She was proud of herself for not stuttering, but the way Kaden was gritting his teeth had her wishing she had remained silent.

“Go. Now. Before I paddle your ass here and now, without caring someone could walk in.”

“You’re not going to lay a hand on me.” Fire blazed out of her eyes.

“Do you fucking realize that Mike was shot in his shoulder?”

“W—what... I—I didn’t… know.”

“Well, now you do. Not only that, but he could have been killed, so could you and I.” By the time he referred to her, he was yelling.

Sawyer decided it was better to retreat to her room and give him a chance to calm down. She threw him a dirty look before she left though, which also wasn’t the smartest move; he made a move toward her, but her fleeing footsteps managed to satisfy him temporarily.

Sawyer slammed the door to her room. Too wired to sit down, she walked back and forth across the carpet, talking to herself, calling Kaden various names as they came to her. It was only when she really became inventive that she realized how childish she was being. Her shoulders slumped as she began feeling terrible that the security guard had gotten hurt. Kaden also had a bruise on his cheekbone where he had been struck.

She had been warned twice not to be in front of the house and she had ignored it both times. Her defiance of Kaden’s orders, when they had been made to protect her, caused a sick feeling in her stomach. He had been thrown into this situation because of her, and she had done nothing except give him trouble since the beginning.

Without his help, Sawyer knew her life would be one of hell, not living in luxury with a rock star trying to make her happy. He had tried to appease her about staying with the band and giving her a large sum of money, furnished her with expensive clothes, and even given her control of the kitchen, trying to relieve her boredom.

Sawyer’s head swung toward the doorway when the door opened, and Kaden came in with a hard expression. Sawyer swallowed hard.

“Take your clothes off, Sawyer.”

Sawyer started to refuse, but saw from his expression that he would take them off himself. She toed off her shoes then took off her jeans and t-shirt, standing before him in only her panties and bra.

“Everything.”

Sawyer bit down on her trembling lip and reached back, unsnapping her bra and letting it fall to the building pile of clothing at her feet. She slid her panties down her hips, removing them also.

“Fold your clothes and place them on the chair.”

Sawyer almost baulked at his commands, but bent over and picked up her clothes and shoes. Folding them, she placed them neatly on the chair before turning back to Kaden.

She forced herself to stand still as his eyes swept her body. His eyes narrowed on the nest of curls between her thighs. “Did you shower when you came upstairs?”

Sawyer had remembered what he had wanted her to do, but she had ignored it when she showered. “Yes.”

“So, if you had taken the time to spend doing what I wanted you to do, you wouldn’t have been outside wandering around, almost getting kidnapped?”

“I didn’t need to shave myself there because I’m not going to fuck you again,” she explained.

“Yes, Sawyer, you are. You can bury your head in the sand and ignore what’s going on here all you want. Tell yourself that each and every time I fuck you, Sawyer, if it makes you happy. But in the end, you’ll still be fucked.”

“I’ll take your punishment this time because I deserve it, Kaden, but this,” her hand went back and forth between them, “isn’t going to happen again.”

Kaden’s eyes swept the room, landing on her dresser.

“Hand me your brush.”

Sawyer tensed, knowing she had ignited his temper again, wishing she would learn to keep her big mouth closed. She was making a bad habit of challenging him when she was naked. Being stubborn wasn’t going to win her any battles.

Defiantly going to the dresser, determined to see this through, she picked up the brush and handed it to him with sparks shooting from her eyes.

“Lean over the bed.”

Sawyer began to regret her decision to give in gracefully; however, she obediently went to the side of the bed.

“Lean over. Place your hands one on top of the other.”

Sawyer followed his instructions as heat began warming her pussy at being exposed to his gaze. Sawyer wanted to climb into the bed and cover herself, yet did as he asked.

“Spread your legs.”

He was freaking turning her on, yet Sawyer became scared bone-deep in her body that she was enjoying this.

The first smack from the back of the brush against her ass had her tensing and standing straight up, disenchanting her about enjoying being punished.

“You just earned yourself two more for breaking position, Sawyer.”

Sawyer resumed the position he required, cursing him mentally.

The second and third strokes of the brush had a heated warmth spreading across her butt. Four more strokes had tears welling in her eyes and her body clenching in need. Sawyer moved to adjust her position slightly.

“Stay still. I already can see you’re wet, Sawyer. Don’t think you can hide it from me.”

Sawyer’s legs went back to their original position, and she received two more strokes from the brush.

“What have you got to say to me, Sawyer?”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“What did you say?” The brush landed against her ass harder than all the other times combined. It was then that she realized he had been taking it easy on her.

“I’m sorry.” This time her voice was firmer and louder.

“Good girl.”

Instead of the brush against her ass once more, she felt his finger part her pussy, sliding along her crease, stroking and spreading the wetness he found before his finger penetrated her opening and slid in deep.

The brush landed against her ass once again, jerking her backwards, driving his finger further inside her wet warmth. Sawyer wanted to scream; but instead, she maintained her position, afraid he would stop.

He gave her another finger as a reward and began pumping inside her harder as the brush lightly tapped her skin. Sawyer thought her knees would give out before she could come. She whimpered when Kaden removed his fingers; she needed him to finish what he had started.

“Do you want my dick, Sawyer?”

Sawyer felt herself on the precipice of wanting to tell him no; however, she said what her body was demanding.

“Yes,” Sawyer admitted to herself and him.

“Then ask me nicely.”

Sawyer knew what he wanted to hear. “Please, Kaden. I want your dick.”

She heard the metallic noise of him unzipping his jeans then the slick feel of his cock as he placed it against her opening. He thrust hard into her, almost making her lose her balance, but she held still, letting him take her the way he demanded. His hand buried in her tumbled curls, bringing her head up as he leaned over her back.

“What am I doing, Sawyer?”

“You’re fucking me,” Sawyer gasped.

“That’s right, and you’re going to let me anytime I want, aren’t you, Sawyer?”

“Yes.” She barely managed to stifle her scream of pleasure as he thrust so high inside her that she was almost unable to cope with the pleasure taking over her body. She thrust back against him.

“Stand still. This time you’re going to take what I give you.”

He rose back up, grabbing her hips to steady her and then pounded inside of her. The sound filled the room as she took everything he gave her, wanting more.

A broken whimper passed her lips just before the brush landed with another smack against her ass. Pleasure exploded in her as Sawyer climaxed. Her clenching pussy tried to hold him within her as Kaden kept thrusting. She trembled under his controlling body. His hand slid from her hip to the front of her pussy where he found her clit, stroking her, drawing out the climax until she was shuddering uncontrollably.

“The next time I tell you to shave yourself, you’ll fucking do it. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

The brush landed against her harder and firmer.

“Yes, sir,” Sawyer wailed.

“That’s my girl.”

Kaden brushed her clit again, and this time her hands and knees gave out and she landed on the bed as Kaden’s cock jerked out his release deep within her.

He gently picked her up, lying her back down on the bed with her head on the pillow. He left her for a few minutes before returning. He spread her legs, cleaning her while he ignored her swatting hand.

“Stop it, Sawyer, or I’ll get the brush and teach you the hard way to stay still.”

Sawyer’s hand immediately returned to her side. When he finished, he went back into the bathroom and Sawyer used the opportunity to cover herself with the sheet.

Kaden noticed when he returned to the room. He stood by the bed, removing his clothes and placing them on the chair beside hers, before sliding into the bed.

Sawyer started to say something then closed her mouth at his sharp look. Her ass was still burning and she wasn’t anxious for another swat.

When he lay on his side, pulling her toward him, Sawyer tensed, not feeling comfortable close to his warmth. She preferred having her space, but she let him hold her, his arm wrapping around her waist with his hand on her breast.

“Go to sleep, Sawyer.”

“Quit ordering me around,” she snapped back sleepily.

His quiet laughter almost made her want to pick a fight, but she was too tired and too sore to face the consequences if she made him angry. She would teach the domineering bastard tomorrow that she wasn’t going to become a pushover to his every demand.