Authors: Pia Marie
His Punishment
His
Punishment
Pia
Marie
Copyright © 2013 by
Pia Marie
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Editorial : Pamela Garcia
Cover design : Debbie Navarro
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Pia Marie
Note from Pia
All of us are born
with talents and we are given different gifts. I thank the Lord for giving me
the gift to write. I thank Him for the gift to take readers to a place that
does not exist, the gift to make people feel emotions that are not theirs, the
gift to help booklovers giggle and cry, the gift I am embracing and from now on
will be sharing.
Parents set
expectations for their children to achieve. It is not just because they want you
to accomplish them, but because they have faith that you can. I am grateful for
the inspiration and confidence Dad.
Having faith in one’s
self is a necessity, but having people you love believe in you as well is
definitely incredible. My Mom and my Sister, the twinkle in your eyes every
time I share you my story is exhilarating. I’m so happy I was born in a loving
family.
I believe we meet
people either by chance or by accident, but it is our decision if we leave
imperishable footprints along the way. My lovely and reliable editor, Pamela
Garcia who endured my unrefined spontaneous work and for wholeheartedly
trusting me, thank you. Cheers! This is it!
It wouldn’t matter if
you had a couple hundred fans or followers if the person you want to share your
success with does not believe in your capabilities. My first fan, my
affectionate and supportive Husband . . . this book is for you.
Ut in omnibus
glorificetur Deus.
Synopsis
Having a crush is OK. Stalking a little
is fine. That’s for Tara. But what about James? The object of Tara’s desire.
How will he handle a cute and sexy thing trailing behind him?
He warned her. She is not going to
like what he will do to her if she doesn’t stop. But somehow fate keeps intervening.
Now James, a man of his word, punishes Tara the way he knows. He forces her to
his bed.
Now, what will happen to Tara and
James? Will Tara keep her crush or walk away from it? Will James continue
ignoring Tara after he practically raped her and found out she’s a virgin?
JEA
.
Shit!
I hope it’s not for James Ervine Aguilar!
She saw the hunk
she was scared of facing just a few minutes ago walking towards her direction.
She moves her shades to her eyes wishing it could make her invisible.
She looked at
James who is still frowning.
Did he never stop frowning since this morning?
Or just because of me?
“I can’t believe
it!” he told her when they were inches away.
“What?” she
asked.
“You’re
following me even to the parking lot!” he shouted at her.
“I did not!” she
said nibbling her lips again. Her heart was pounding harder against her chest.
“I’ve had it
Tara!” he shouted again before pushing her to side of her car. They are now
sandwiched by their cars. His body is pressed hardly on hers and their faces
are inches apart. She can smell the mint from his mouthwash.
“I told you I’d
make those lips bleed if you don’t stop!” he said before kissing her angrily on
the lips.
Tara was shocked
at first and remained frozen, a few seconds after everything that is happening
sank to her, she started to try doing every protest she could. Her things are
dropped to the floor as she kept punching his chest and pushing him away from
her.
He wasn’t moving
away though. He continued to savage and punish Tara’s lips as he continued to
kiss her angrily. The space between their cars is not helping at all. Their
bodies are pressed so close together and James is now trying to touch her legs
and squeezing her thighs as he continues to force his tongue inside her mouth.
She tried to
talk and say stop. But he took the advantage of the little opening in her mouth
and plunged his tongue inside hers. He was pressing the back of her neck with
his other hand and pushing it to his face. He was sucking her breath out and
she is in tears.
Trying very hard
to push James away seemed hopeless. James’ hands are moving up from her thighs
to her hips and gripping them. She can feel James’ body pressing harder to hers
as she continued her objection.
He was a six
foot one inch bulk and what does she expect a five feet and six inches tall
like her can do against it?
She can feel
something hard in her stomach this time. She struggles with all the might she
could gather as she knows that what she’s feeling is James’ manhood growing
hard.
James is
scanning her body with his free hand. It is now trying to get inside her shirt
and she is trying to pull her shirt down as he tries to pull it up to reach her
flat stomach. His greedy hands are moving so fast and strong and she can feel
his hand on top of her left breast squeezing it tightly. She is so shocked at
what James is doing and continues to weep.
His other hand
now goes up to her face to cup her cheeks, but he stops and moves away from her
when he felt her face is wet. He looked at her intently and saw her crying. He
looked at her a few more seconds as he tried to catch his breath and then he
finally left her flushed face and swollen lips.
He went inside
his car and moved it. Tara immediately rode her car when she saw the space was
enough and drove home still in tears, not looking back from where she left.
Tara’s Point of View
First day of
classes, finally, after 9 terms in College, this will be my last and I am
graduating with a degree in Bachelor of Science in Marketing Management. I will
surely miss the school after this term. But just the campus, I will never miss
the other students and my block mates. Well, that of course with some
exceptions, like my best friend Lyn and my ultimate long time crush and my soul
mate, James.
“Hon! Wait up!”
I heard someone screaming behind me. Of course I know that voice is calling me,
we’ve been together since first year high school, and I sure have memorized
that voice. I turn around, my eyes finding where the voice came from. I
continued searching amidst the crowd of students flocking inside the north gate
with the slightest hint of rush, and are busy chatting with their own groups,
as if they went to the mall and not to school.
Gosh! I wonder
what courses these people are taking! The group of girls I saw all carried fashion
magazines and the boys were not carrying anything at all. I wonder if they even
have pens.
I admit I am not
studious. I don’t like studying much. I only study for midterms and final
exams. I never get bothered by quizzes at all. But I am not as useless student
as these bunches are. At least I have my small notebook with me today, enough
to scribble some notes as the first day of school has never been toxic.
I let the slow group of people move
and over take me as I stopped on the side to wait.
“Gotcha!” I received the most
comforting morning hug as Lyn finally caught up with me.
“Hey Hon, how was San Francisco?” I
hugged her back.
Wait! Wait!
Wait! Before you think I’m lesbian, Lyn is my best friend since first year high
school at the school inside the village in Alabang, where we both live. We were
both loyal students there since our first grade, but we never met until high
school.
“Weather is as
good as you know. I bought some stuff for you but I haven’t unpacked yet. You
know, I just arrived last night. I haven’t even tried sleeping to fight this
jetlag off.” Surely, she knew I would be happy to hear her talk about what she
brought home for me. Typical best friend.
“What? Since you were NOT fighting
your jetlag, how come you didn’t open even one of your suitcases for me? How
could you!” I joked as I pout and act disappointed.
“What! Don’t tell me you ran out of
fresh panties and can’t wait for your new Victoria’s Secret? Honestly Tara,
your underwear closet is even bigger than my shoe cabinet!” she squeals with
her big brown eyes staring at me.
I laughed. I admit I love
collecting lingerie but not as much as she loves collecting shoes. She could
have her own museum of shoes that she wears just once and then gets them
stocked up in that Sex and the City’s Carrie inspired “shoe room”.
“Cabinet? Really? Your shoes are
stashed in a room twice as big as your drivers’ quarters!” I lightly shook her
as if trying to wake her up.
She laughed at her own
underestimation of her so-called cabinet. “Anyway, when did you come home from
Davao? I can’t believe your resort is out of signal for the last two weeks. How
did you even survive?” she asked me as we almost reached our classrooms. She
knows well that I am very much addicted to my gadgets and the internet. I am a
very tech-savvy person just as she is.
“Got home like two days ago, I
wasn’t able to mail you then as I know you’re on the plane already. And yes,
Wi-Fi sucked in Samal, but I survived swimming every day,” I shrugged.
“Gosh, swimming every day, and all
you got is that sun-kissed skin? I hate you for it Hon! I wish I had the same
complexion as yours!” she exclaims as she scrutinizes every part of me from
face to toe.
I am wearing this olive green skirt
I bought in Korea last Christmas and paired it with my pale yellow v-neck
sleeveless top. And I know what she meant, I barely get tanned. I am
half-Korean, half-Filipino so that explains my whitish and sometimes reddish
skin. All I get is a little red like a ripe tomato after staying too long in
the sun, but I never get burned or anything. And usually, that red sun-kissed
look wears off after a couple of days. She, on the other hand, has lighter than
honey colored skin. I like it more as she gets tanned when we go to the beach.
She looks divine with her tan lines.
Lyn peeked inside her classroom and
saw that her professor is already inside. “Hey Tara, I’ll catch you later. Mr.
Fernal is already inside.” She said pointing to the man through the rectangular
glass in the door.
“Okay hon, see you later.” I kissed
her on the cheek before she entered her room. “I’ll send you a text message
when I’m done with class. Let’s meet for lunch.”
“Excuse me.” The cool masculine
voice interrupted as he stood between us, waiting for either one of us to move
so he could enter the room.
I stared at the tall towering
figure standing in front of me and threw him my biggest smile.
I saw Lyn flicker her eyes in
dismay then entered her room.
Is he going to be my classmate this
term? Oh gosh. I can’t believe my luck.
“Hi James!” I finally said before
moving a little to give him way for entrance in the very same room I will be
entering.
“Pffft!” he replied.
Well at least he acknowledged my
hi
.
My soul mate has a little American
blood from his grandfather. He has light brown hair like mine though. His eyes
are sometimes teal colored and sometimes blue as the sky that could melt me
anytime. Well, that’s if he ever throw a glance at me, which happens like once
or twice per term.
I entered the room after him, and
saw these people are not my block mates. Everyone here was from the other block
section of BS Marketing. There are just two sections left in MKT or BS
Marketing who are graduating this term.
I looked at the room again and my
Enrollment Form, the room is LS321. I know I’m in the correct room. Then I
looked at him again. He’s now sitting with his friends, Christian, Howard, Matt
and Paco. The “Mythical Five” of our most treasured basketball superstars. I
wonder if our school will still win the championship of University Athletic
Association of the Philippines or UAAP after they graduate. The institution is
one of the most prestigious universities in Manila and has been consistently
winning the championship for 4 years already.
Mr. Villamor entered the room and I
am still standing in front, thinking what I am doing there.
“Hi Ms. Salvador.” Mr. Villamor
notices me and looks at me questioningly.
“Hi Sir, I am also as bothered as
you are.” I showed him my enrollment form which says I am enrolled in his class
and in this room and at this time, but confused as I am not with my block
mates.
“Oh, Tara, I see you did not change
your schedule. Did you not get the e-mail from the administration? They changed
this class to accommodate this section because they are behind by two subjects
than your block is. And they really have to finish these subjects in time for
the next UAAP season,” he said pointing out to the group of five handsome boys
who are not even looking at the professor’s direction. “They sent an e-mail to
your block president to disseminate the information.”
“No sir, I did not get any e-mail,”
and then I thought again, “oh wait, maybe they mailed me, but then I was not in
Manila and I wasn’t able to check my mails when I got back.” I am not friends
with any of my block mates, so no one would have taken the initiative to call
me through my cell or send me a text message.
“Hmm, can I see your other
classes?” he asked, extending his arm to get my enrollment form.
I handed it to him and saw him
analyzing each of it.
“Hmm, you have five subjects
enrolled and all of them I think are with this block. You see, we exchanged all
schedules of your block and this block. And I see that you have been
accidentally de-blocked from your section.” He enlightened me.
“What?” I asked in awe.
“Well to be honest, you have two
choices, either you attend these classes with this block, or you drop and
re-enroll the subjects of your block.” He pointed out that those were the only
options.
Suddenly I felt the silence of all
the students. I blushed as I knew they were waiting for my answer. I looked at
them slowly, scanning each and everyone’s face. Some were smiling, some looking
impatient, some were frowning, and just one was looking at me with a look that
could kill. James.
I think he’s thinking I
deliberately de-blocked myself from my section to get close to him. The nerve!
As if! Well, on second thoughts, I do want to get close to him for the last time,
and I think this enrollment fiasco is the best excuse.
I turned back to our professor,
“Uhm sir, how tedious a process would it be for me to drop and re-enroll? I
never dropped before.” I intentionally placed emphasis on the word tedious as I
spoke.
Well I’m not a dean’s lister or
something, but I never failed at any of my subjects. Marketing is something I
like to do and have been trying to practice since I was in junior high. I know
I study well… for exams.
“You know Ms. Salvador, this week
is the adjustment period, so everybody will be lining up at the registrar’s
office dropping and changing classes and stuff. You could start lining up with
them right now if you like, but I’m not sure if you would want to deal with it
when you have an option to stay in this block, and take their classes. It’s the
same classes with your block anyway.” His voice was loud enough for all the
students in the room to hear, and I was thankful for it.
I thought silently, nibbling my
lower lip.
“Sheesh.” I heard that handsome
voice again. I looked up and see him annoyingly staring at me.
I looked back to my new professor
and said, “Okay, I will take your advice and stay in this block.”
“Urgh!” James’ retort was louder
this time.
Oh when will I hear a different
word from you James, it has always been those one syllable sounds that weren’t
even words that you always throw at me. Hmph, pfft, sheesh, urgh, grrr . . .
are these your terms of endearment for me?
“Okay, so if you take your seat Ms.
Salvador, we can start the class.”
After one and a half hours of
staring at the white board with black ink of the pen swished in with words
alien to me, while my mind was drifting to the guy sitting at the back of the
room, our morning class is finally over.
I grabbed my bag and looked for my
phone quietly as everyone in the room rushed out, excited to take their lunch.
It’s a Wednesday and it’s our University Break. U-Break happens every
Wednesdays to make time for society/organization or special club meetings. It’s
from 11:30 until 2:30 P.M., the longest break for the entire week, and most of
the students are either at the mall near the school or the malls in Makati
eating lunch and hanging out.
I found my phone and immediately
dialed my favorite contact in my list.
“Hey Lyn, are you out?” I asked
when my best friend answered my call.
“Of course you dummy! Or Mr. Fernal
would throw out my phone in the veranda. You know how that old guy hates…” she
started babbling.
“Okay, meet you out.” I cut her
short. I am most definitely not interested in Mr. Fernal’s menopausal rages so
I cut her mid-sentence and went out of the room.
“What’s with the urgency?” she said
when I found her outside my room. I almost forgot to say that her room is
beside mine.
“We need to get out of here. SOON!”
“Why?” Lyn asked confused. “How
much do you owe them?”
“What?!” Tara asked, perplexed at
her best friend’s question.
“You sound as if you’re running
from a debt collector,” she laughed.
“Whatever! Now you choose where to
go.” I lightly pinched her arm while asking for her choice of the three malls
we usually hang out at.
“Is Asia Mall not any of the
choices?” she asked as she suggested a different mall from the ones we used to
go to.
“Hmm, I never thought of that. Come
to think of it, of all our U-breaks, this will be the first time we could spend
it there.” I answered with glowing eyes.
Asia Mall, aside from Metro Alabang
is our favorite mall. We always go out every weekend, as if not tired of seeing
each other’s faces for the entire week. But what can I say? I just can’t get
enough of my best friend. Especially now that I am on my last term and will
soon be off to work while Lyn will be staying behind because she’s taking up
accounting and it has a couple more terms than mine.
“Okay, Asia Mall it is. Would you
like to eat lunch buffet at Delicioso?” I asked her.
She loves eating there, though I
don’t. I feel like vomiting after eating there because since it’s
all-you-can-eat, we eat more than we could. The food is yummy and we both love
Spanish and Japanese dishes, so we are the ones to finish up all the salmon
sashimi and lengua in the buffet table every time we go there.
We’re both petite with curves here
and there, but definitely in the right places. I think my best friend is sexy,
but she thinks I’m sexier than her just because my breasts are a cup size
bigger than hers. We both have slim stomachs and good plump behind because we
do work out twice a week at Fit Exclusive. Our membership with the posh gym
with wide-range exercise equipment helped us achieve our beautiful figures now.
I do need to have her good side to
me now, so I am suggesting her favorite restaurant.
“OK!!! I missed it while I was
away,” she exclaims too excited and now walking faster. “But wait, I don’t have
my car with me today, so you’re driving?”
We’re out of the parking lot in no
time.
