LOVED (12 page)

KELLI.
“I want the chai latte. No, dirty chai,” I said as I looked up at the menu.

“Regular, Erik?” Warren asked.

Erik nodded as he reached for his money.

“Let me pay for this,” I said.

“Okay,” he said as he waved his arm toward the counter.

“It’s not very often a pretty girl will pay for your drink,” Warren laughed as he prepared the drinks.

“True,” Erik said as he walked to the table and sat down.

Ann handed me my card back and smiled, “Thanks, Kelli.”

I smiled and walked to the table. I felt as if this was our place. We met here for the first time. Although we had technically
met
before, this was the first place that we met away from my work. This was our first date. I looked up at the disco ball and smiled.

“I love this place,” I said as I sat down.

“Best coffee in town,” Erik smiled as Warren handed him his coffee.

“Yours will be right up Kelli,” he smiled.

I smiled back, “Thank you Warren.”

“I kind of feel like this place
is special. This was our first date,” Erik said.

“I was just thinking that exact same thing. That’s so weird,” I said.

“What’s weird?” he asked.

“That I was thinking the same thing,” I responded.

“What’s weird about it? It’s true, this
was
our first date,” he said as he took a sip from the cup.

“Here you go Kelli,” Warren said as he handed me my coffee.

“I love the chai here. It’s like Christmas in a cup,” I said.

“You like Christmas, baby girl?” Erik asked.

I took a drink and nodded, “Yes, I love it.”

“I used to, maybe I will again now. The lights will help a lot. Haven’t had Christmas lights since,” he looked up at the disco ball.

“Shit, I don’t know. Well, it’s been. I don’t know. Maybe fifteen years, maybe more,” he said as he focused back on me.

“Wow, I don’t know what to
say. We have our own now. That’s what matters,” I said as I took another drink.

“That’s right,” he said as he leaned over the table.

He placed his right hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head close to the middle of the table and leaned toward me. As his face got close to mine, he moved my hair beside my ear with his other hand.
When he does this it makes me melt.
His warm breath in my ear made me shiver.

“Baby girl,” he whispered.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

“I fucking love you,” he whispered.
His warm breath sent chills down my spine.

“I fucking love you back,” I said.

“Baby girl,” he whispered.

Baby Girl.
That did it, I’m waaaaay wet.

“Yes,”
I whispered in a barely audible tone as I squirmed in my seat.

“I’m going to shove you so full of cock when we get home that you
will not be able to walk tomorrow. We’re going to have to get you a wheel chair. Do you understand me?” he asked as he squeezed the back of my neck with his hand.

I shifted in my seat. My pussy was a mess. I thought of Erik’s cock inside of me. I liked watching it slide in and out of my pussy. When I watched it, it made me cum quickly.
Erik’s cock was like a chunk of velvet flesh. Hard velvet. Hard soft velvet. Hard and soft at the same time. Sometimes when he fucked me…

“
I asked you a question,” he forced his breath into my ear a little harder to get my attention.

“Oh, I was daydreaming,” I whispered back.

“Ask Warren if he has a wheelchair you can borrow,” he whispered.

“Sir?”
I asked, turning my head to see his facial expression.

“I told you to
ask Warren if he had any wheelchairs. You’re going to need one,” he laughed as he whispered in my ear.

“Warren?” I asked across the coffee shop.

“What do you need, Kelli?” Warren asked.

“Do you have any wheelchairs?” I
responded.

“Do
I what?” he asked back as he walked toward the table.

“Have a wheelchair?” I asked as he placed his hands on our table.

“No. No, Kelli, I don’t have one. I don’t know that I need one. Why?” he asked.

“Well, rumor has it I’m going to
need
one tomorrow. I thought maybe you may have one to borrow,” I said, turning to smile at Erik.

“Oh yeah?
Well, maybe the medical supply on Hillside. They rent them. Up by the hospital,” he said as he shook his head and laughed.

“Yuck, I hate hospitals. They
creep me out. People die in them,” I said as I shook my head.

“
There, satisfied?” I asked as I turned my head toward Erik.

He squeezed my neck in his hand, and pulled my face close to his.

“Full. Of. Cock. Do you understand me?” he whispered loudly in my ear.

“
Yes sir. Full,” I whispered back.

“
Who fucking owns your sexy little ass?” he asked.

Wetness.

“You do,” I responded.

He released my neck and sat back in his chair.
I took a drink of my chai. As I tipped the cup up, something shuffled in the cup. I shook it. Something rattled. I looked at Erik. He shrugged as I pulled the lid from the cup.

Two quarters were in the bottom of the cup.

I turned the cup so Erik could see into the bottom.

“Shit, baby girl, you’re rich,” he said.

“Warren, why is there money in the bottom of my cup?” I asked across the coffee shop.

Warren laughed so hard he had tears in his eyes. He put his hands on his knees and giggled. I looked at Ann. She walked into the storage room and laughed. I looked back at Erik.

He shrugged.

“It wasn’t
that
funny,” I said.

“One is from Ann, and one is from me, they’re your house warming gifts, Kelli.
It wouldn’t have been a gift if it wasn’t wrapped. Ann and I weren’t able to come to your party, so we thought we’d give you those. Times are tough, and we have a head down on the machine. Might cost ten grand to fix it,” he said, still laughing.

“Oh, okay. Do you have an envelope? I don’t want to get them mixed up with the others,” I said.

Ann walked into the back room and got an envelope. She walked back out to the table and handed it to me and smiled.

“There you go, Kelli,” she said.

I nodded and smiled, “Thank you.”

I dumped the quarters onto the table and wiped them off with a napkin. I placed them into the envelope and got a pen from my purse and marked it.

House warming gifts from Espresso A Go Go, 2013.

I folded the envelope and placed it in my purse with the pen.
I looked up at Erik and smiled as I placed my purse back in the window ledge.

“
Our
house warming gifts,” I said.

“For
our
house,” Erik responded.

“Ours.
And our special coffee shop,” I said.

“Ours,” he responded.

I love hearing him say that.

Ours.

KELLI.
“Why?” he asked me.

“Because I feel…I don’t know. It’s hard to explain,” I said.

“Do your best,” he said.

I thought about what he asked me. It wasn’t easy to explain. It wasn’t easy for me to
even understand. It was just easy to
do
, especially with Erik. I liked that he made all of the decisions, for the most part. I enjoyed the thought of him owning me, and of this relationship slowly developing onto the one that it would one day become.

“I think it’s just because for the first time in my life I haven’t had to think. I think that may be one of them. Probably a big one,” I said.

“I’m sure that’s
part
of it,” he said as he crossed his legs.

I sat and looked at the floor. I stared at the carpet until my vision blurred. I couldn’t find words to describe it.
It just was.

I looked up and shrugged my shoulders.

“Who owns you?” he asked from the couch he was sitting on.

“You sir,” I responded.

“You’re a good girl for me, aren’t you baby girl?” he asked.

I nodded repeatedly, “Yes sir, I am.”

“You ever going to disappoint me, baby girl?” he asked.

I shook my head from side to side. I hated when he even asked me this. I would never disappoint Erik. The thought of it made me sick to my stomach.

“No, never,” I responded.

“Because you’re my baby girl, and you’re going to do what I ask of you,” he said as he nodded his head slowly.

I nodded.

“Yes sir,” I said.

“Can I come over there now,” I asked, pointing to the couch.

He shook his head side to side.

“No,” he responded.

I wanted to go sit beside him. He told me I had to sit in the chair and we were going to talk. I didn’t like this. I wanted to be beside him.
Touching him. Smelling him. Having him touch me. I have been good, and I have not done anything stupid in a long, long time. He should let me sit by him.

“I want to…”

“Kelli,” he said sternly.

I looked down at the floor.

“How does it make you feel when I put my hand on the back of your neck and grip it with my hand, baby girl? While we’re talking or standing in the kitchen?” he asked.

I nodded, “I love it.”

“How does it make you
feel
?” he asked.

I thought for a second before I answered.

“Comfortable. Sleepy. Relaxed.”

He nodded slowly, his hand still on his chin.

“When I tell you I am proud of you?” he asked.

“Happy.
Like I’m doing a good job of being a good girl for you. Kind of like I have accomplished something,” I said.

“When I tell you you’re a good girl?” he asked.

“It’s kind of the same - but just not as much. Like being a good girl and you being proud are kind of the same. You being proud, it’s just better. It kind of means more,” I said.

H
e nodded again and rubbed his face with his hand.

“When I squeeze your neck while we’re fucking, how about that?” he asked.

I closed my eyes.

I love it when he does that.

“I love it.
I love it
. On the roof, I loved it so much. I think I passed out. It was. Well, I don’t know how to explain it, but I love it,” I said as I opened my eyes.

“Well, you didn’t pass out, but I understand. It’s euphoric, Kelli. It certainly isn’t for everyone, but it can be very euphoric.”

“Put it on the list of what I really,
really
like,” I said.

“When I slap your little ass?”

“Love it,” I said.

“Restrain you?” he asked.

I thought about what he asked.

“Tie me up?” I asked.

He nodded, “Yes.”

“Love it,” I said.

“Blindfolded,” he asked.

I thought. I made a face and started to answer.

“Be truthful, Kelli. We’re just talking. I need to know,” he said, sitting up on the couch cushion.

“I don’t think I like it,” I said, making a face again.

“Okay. What about when I call you a little slut.
My little slut.
While were fucking?” he asked.

I nodded my head repeatedly.

“Love it,” I said.

This was making me wet.
All of this talking. As long as he didn’t talk about me disappointing him, I liked it. All of this talk about sex, and being his slut, and baby girl…it was making me soaking wet. I wanted him to fuck me.

“Watermelon,” I said.

“Excuse me?” he asked.

“Penelope,” I said.

He smiled.

“Perpendicular” I said.

“You have a good memory,” he said smiling.

I sat up on the edge of my cushion.

“Come here, baby girl,” he said.

I bounced off the cushion of the chair and ran across the living room floor to the couch. I sat beside him and wrapped my arms around him.