Diary of a Wanted Woman (25 page)

“Yes, where is he?”

He pulled me past security and pointed me toward the locker room.

“He’s probably in there sulking. He’s pissed off he hasn’t scored yet,” he said leaving me there and walking over to some players in a corner discussing something.

I took a couple of steps forward and then the door swung open. Out walked David looking cute and sexy as always. He was carrying his helmet in his hands.

 
“David!” I shrieked.

He was sporting a frown on his face but when he saw me he smiled. He rushed over to me and grabbed me, throwing his helmet to the ground and lifting me.

“Babe!” he said. “How did you get back here?”

“I bribed security.”

He laughed and then he looked at what I was wearing.

“You’re not wearing my jersey,” he observed frowning.

I shook my head.

“David, that is beside the point. What are you doing out there?
 
You guys are not playing your best game.”

“I know Hannah.”

“You guys have got to get it together. You cannot let personal issues make you lose.”

“I’m not,” he lied looking at his hands.

I raised an eyebrow at him with my hands on my hips.

“David, you missed two blocks for Keith. You let him get smashed on both occasions. You’re telling me you just suck at blocking?”

He looked away sheepishly.

“David, play the game and don’t worry about that stuff. He loses, you lose.”

He looked at me and sighed.

“Fine,” he caved and then he smiled. “Tell me I’m the one you want and I’m sure that will help.”

I sighed.

“David I am not going to tell you that right now, but I promise you we can talk about it when you get home.”

He moved closer to me.

“Okay, why don’t you just give me a kiss then?
 
I’m certain that will make it all better.”

He was just not going to give up. I sighed.

“Fine, David.”

He smiled and leaned in for the kiss. His lips touched mine and I was lost for a second. Our tongues played together like old friends and my heart started to race.

“Hey cut that out!” One of the players said.

“Hey, if it will make him play better let’s get him a room,” another said.

“Hey shut the fuck up Wally,” David yelled laughing.

He did seem to be in a better mood. Who would have thought one kiss could do that.

“Alright baby, I have to go,” he said kissing me on the lips again.

He picked up his helmet and winked at me. He mouthed the words I love you and walked away.

I smiled as I watched him walk away. I didn’t get to talk to Keith but I was hoping that David would be enough to get them back in the game. They may not win but they are making themselves look even worse by playing with zero effort.

I made my way back over to my seat hoping that after halftime the game would get better. I didn’t like that I was the one causing these two to fuck up.

“Where have you been?” Stacey asked me.

“I had to use the bathroom,” I said. “Must have been that hotdog I ate.”

She shook her head.

After halftime I could see improvement in the way both of them played. By the end of the third quarter the score was 27 to 17 with Keith finally getting the touchdown he wanted. There was still a chance for them.

During a fourth quarter kick off, their special teams ran the ball all the way down for a touchdown. We all went wild. Their chance was even better for the win. The score was now 27-24. After a three and out by both teams, it was only a minute left in the game and the score was still 27-24.

David’s team had the ball and the quarterback went back for a pass. Keith shortened his route to catch the ball and get the team in field goal range.

“They might be able to take it into overtime,” John declared.

One could only hope I thought. I was glad that they were close.

It was about 30 seconds left and we all assumed they were going for the field goal. That was not their plan however. The quarterback went back for the pass and the ball soared through the air.

I looked over and saw the ball was going right toward David!

“Oh my goodness I can’t watch,” Mrs. Castor said burying her face in her husband’s shoulder.

The ball landed right in David’s hands in the end zone. His feet were barely inbounds and he fell clearly out of bounds.

The referee signaled a touchdown and we went crazy! David caught the winning touchdown. We were so excited until the head referee came onto the field.

“The play is under review.”

Damn! We sat on pins and needles wondering what the decision was going to be.

“He caught the ball. There is no doubt about that,” Mr. Castor said.

The head referee came back out onto the field.

“Upon further review, the player retained possession of the ball with both feet inbounds. The ruling on the field stands. Touchdown!”

We all went wild. The game was over and our boys pulled it off! We were all jumping up and down hugging each other.

I could not believe they pulled it off.

After the game we all out went out to celebrate. David was there and he made sure that he sat right next to me. He kept trying to come back to my room for more celebration.

I was very tempted but I thought it best if I slept alone. He went back to his room but not before making me promise that Keith would not be joining me.

I promised him, kissed him goodnight and locked myself in my room.

I have known wrath. I have seen wrath. I have felt the immense anger it takes to want to see someone who hurt me punished.

I expected crazy. I expected him to be pissed. Yet I did not expect Mr. Hyde to have a volcanic explosion on me.

I know how it feels to be in immense pain. They call it a broken heart but it feels like every part of you is broken.

I feel broken in my heart, in my spirit and my soul was shattered like glass.

He was in pain and for a second I honestly thought he believed if he killed me it would make him feel better. I felt so bad that I was almost willing to let him do it.

I was tormenting him. His heart was broken and I was pouring salt into his wounds.

I felt like I deserved whatever he had to dish out. I was ready and willing to take it.

The hot water spraying out of my shower head felt good cascading down my body. I trailed my hands over my smooth skin enjoying the sensation it gave me.

I was feeling rather hot and horny and really was in need of some comforting. I had been trying not to sleep with either guy. It just added more problems. Yet I was desperate for some loving.

The guys took a later flight than we did out of the city so they had not arrived back in town yet. I was desperate for one of them to come over here and service me.

In the bedroom I could hear my phone ringing. I ignored it. The warm water was feeling too good to make me want to get out.

Fifteen more minutes in the shower and I finally decided to climb out. I wrapped myself in a towel and lay across my bed just staring at the ceiling. I just let the silence wash all over me.

The silence was broken up by a beep from my phone. I sat up and grabbed it off the side table. I looked at my missed calls and saw that the last one came from David.

I realized that he left a message and figured I would know then what he wanted. I turned it on speaker and pressed play anticipating the worse.

Suddenly his voice filled the room.

“Hey babe, please call me back. I’m in the airport. I just got back from New York. I want to come and see you. You promised that we could talk.”

I could hear him sigh and sadness came into his voice.

“I want you so bad. Please call.”

I could hear loud boisterous noises in his background and then he was gone.

I grabbed my phone and tried to call back but he didn’t answer. I was frustrated. I wanted him to come over here tonight.

I left him a message that said when he got a chance come on over. I began to get dressed. I was sitting on the bed rubbing lotion on myself when my cell phone rang. I thought it was David but it ended up being Keith.

“Hi Keith,” I said.

“Get over here,” was all he said then he hung up.

I just sat there staring at the phone. I decided that I would go and see him. I think that even though they won the game, he was very disappointed in his performance. I assumed he needed a little bit of comfort.

It was around 5pm when I arrived. He answered the door in only a pair of workout shorts. He didn’t say hello or anything to me.

He didn’t look as happy to see me as I thought.

“Can I get a hello or something?”

He turned and walked away leaving me to close the door.

“Well hello to you too,” I muttered apparently to myself.

He stopped and turned to me.

“I don’t have time for small talk. Get the fuck upstairs.”

I sat my purse and my phone on the small table in the foyer. He was walking like a man on a mission. He had made it all the way into the living room.

“Move your fucking ass!” he yelled.

I picked up the pace and followed him through the living room and up the massive staircase to his bedroom. For some reason I felt uneasy about the situation the closer I got to his room. Yet I walked into the bedroom ready for some incredible sex.

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” he ordered.

I removed all my clothes and climbed on the bed waiting for him to join me. He pulled off his shorts, hopped on the bed and climbed on top of me. He hungrily kissed me. His kisses just didn’t feel the same to me for some reason. They felt empty and without any emotion.

I pulled back and he gave me a very strange look.

“Lay back.”

I eased back on the bed and he moved down my body forcefully parting my legs. His head dipped down and I could feel his tongue working my clit. It felt so good but there was something keeping me from enjoying myself.

It just didn’t feel right. I was starting to feel like a prostitute. I felt like he was paying me to be here and so I needed to just provide that pussy and get the fuck out. It hurt to feel that way.

While he ate my pussy my mind was not allowing me to focus on the pleasure I was feeling. I just could not come and he was down there for a while.

Finally he stopped and looked at me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked. “You fucking David now and so you can’t fuck me?”

He didn’t give me time to answer even though I didn’t plan to say anything. He was still very angry and I knew his temper.

He got up and crawled to the top of the bed. He stroked his dick right next to my head expecting me to wrap my lips around him.

I rolled onto my side and opened my mouth giving him access. He reached out and placed his hand on the back of my head. He fucked my face and I did my best to get him off. It didn’t seem to work. He was no longer hard and what I was doing seemed to be in vain.

“Fuck!” he lamented moving away from me and climbing off the bed.

He began to pace the length of the room. I wasn’t sure what was going on with him. I knew that he was angry but he never had any trouble getting hard for me. I was starting to become afraid. Darkness washed over me and I decided that I should leave.

I climbed off the bed and began to put on my clothes. He stopped when he saw what I was doing and glared at me.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

I turned then with one hand on my hip.

“
Umm
, I’m getting the fuck out of here,” I said pulling up my skirt.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he claimed grabbing my arm.

I yanked my arm from his grasp.

“Don’t touch me,” I said. “You’re acting crazy today and I’m leaving.”

He reached up and grabbed me around the neck. He pushed me as hard as he could into the wall. My head slammed backwards and I felt dazed for a few seconds. He moved and put his face so close to mine that our noses touched.

“You will leave when I say you can fucking leave.”

I started to shake with fear. I was afraid to move at this point.

“Where are you going anyway? You’re going to fuck your boyfriend?”

He made boyfriend sound so disgusting and he spit the words out like they were venomous.

I noticed at this point that I could not speak. He was squeezing my wind pipe so hard. I couldn’t breathe. I was starting to feel light headed and my survival instinct kicked in with a vengeance. I began to thrash about and he held me firmly. I struggled to release his hands from my neck but there was no use.

“I should fucking kill you,” he said.

I resolved myself to the idea that he was going to kill me. I stopped struggling.

Finally, he let go of me and I dropped to the floor coughing and gasping for air.

He bent down to the floor to look in my eyes. He was breathing heavily and I could tell I was in for trouble. I knew that because he was having such a hard time staying hard. He needs physical pain to make him hard. I was going to be the recipient of that pain.

I was proved correct when he spoke.

“You have been a very bad girl. You blew me off after the game, you have been fucking David even when you told me you were not and you made a fucking fool out of me.”

I didn’t want to meet his eyes but he made me tipping my head up so I could see the fire burning behind them.

“You are a smart girl. You know what happens when you break the rules. Say it!”

“You punish me,” I said looking him dead on without flinching.

“Correct,” he said.

Then he stood, but not without grabbing a fistful of my hair. He didn’t allow me to stand. He dragged me across the floor by my hair. He threw me against the bed post and ordered me to take my clothes off and get back on the bed.

“Put that ass in the air.”

I did as I was told. I took off my clothes and climbed on the bed propping my ass up in the air. I heard him grab the paddle and before I could brace myself I felt the paddle make contact with my bare ass.

I have accepted paddles from Keith before and they always ended with a sore ass. Yet today he really wanted to hurt me. He did not hold back. He beat me like I was a 300lb lineman.

He continued to paddle me not letting up. He hit me one good time and my legs gave out. I ended up sobbing into the sheets.

I cried not only for my physical pain but because I knew the more pain he inflicted the more pain he was feeling. He was reflecting that pain.

Finally he stopped.

“Get your ass back up. I am not done with you.”

I shakily propped my ass back up. The tears continued to flow and I gripped the sheets to brace myself. I stayed that way for a couple of minutes. He wasn’t moving and he wasn’t paddling me. That made me more afraid.

Then he spoke.

“Do you love me Hannah?”

There was a child like pain in his voice. I had never heard him sound so insecure and vulnerable.

“Yes,” I answered.

He swatted my ass again with the paddle.

“Say it!”

I took a deep breath and tried to speak through the pain.

“I love you.”

He swatted me again with the paddle. I began to sob loudly. He stopped when he heard that. He was breathing heavily and I heard a painful noise exit from him.

“I don’t believe you. You love him not me.”

I didn’t know if I should move, so I made my case from that position.

“Keith, I do love you. That is why it is so hard for me.”

He moved and rolled me over onto my back. Forcefully opened my legs and slid in-between them. He tried to fuck me but it was difficult. I was not wet anymore and he was now very hard. He pushed and pushed until he was completely inside of me. It was painful and that only turned him on further.

I didn’t say anything; however, eventually I let myself feel the pleasure. I didn’t think he cared whether it felt good to me or not. He pounded me and pounded me. He brought his face down to bury it in my neck.

He came hard inside of me and fell to the side breathing heavily. I just laid there feeling the pain in my pussy and the soreness of my ass.

He rolled over and looked at me. His hand came over and pulled my face in his direction.

“Why can’t I just be enough for you? I even brought you other partners and still you lie and sleep someone with him.”

I was surprised at his question. He didn’t sound like himself. It was then I realized that he was no longer Mr. Hyde. He had transformed back into Dr. Jekyll and he was hurting.

“Keith I do love you.”

He lay on his back staring at the ceiling. I thought this would be the perfect time for me to go.

“Keith I am going to go home now,” I said rolling over and climbing off the bed.

I was in physical pain and I was afraid if I stayed this would not be the end of his punishment. I needed to go while I had the chance.