Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Marley

I am having the most beautiful dream that mirrors the latest book I am reading. A tall mystery lover has just taken me in his arms and is about to declare his undying love for me in front of the entire ballroom full of mafia bosses and their ladies. I don’t bother with the fact he looks just like Tannen, only different. This hero is a little more… rugged or dangerous somehow but I can’t quiet put my finger on it as his face kind of shimmers in front of me, never really giving me a good look.

I can’t help but smile up into his eyes and hold my breath as he opens his mouth to tell me all of the things I want to hear when…he flips me over on his knee and smacks me on the ass in rapid succession in front of everyone.

I jerk awake only to quickly realize I’m not dreaming. Well, not completely. A scruffy-looking Tannen is standing over me… fucking spanking me!

“What the hell? Tannen! What do you think you are doing?!” When the hell did he grow his facial hair out and why does it make him ten times hotter -something I did not think possible?

“Teaching you a lesson!”

I squirm away from him noticing that he’s pulled my earbuds from my ears at some point during all this. Who the hell is this guy who looks so much like the one I’ve been crushing on for so long but completely different? The Tannen I know would never talk to me like that. Teach me a what now, what does that even mean? And Tannen would never be all…handsy like this hot as fuck imposter. Right?

“Have you lost your mind?” Have I lost my mind? Maybe I’m still dreaming.

“Have you? You are in an unlocked house, half dressed with your hearing impeded so you couldn’t hear if someone came in to attack and hurt you! I could have done anything I wanted to you, and you would have never realized what happened!”

I slide off the bed and pull my sweater down further, trying to cover more of my legs. He doesn’t seem to be doing what any of my dream Tannen’s would do.

“Hello to you, too. Why are you in my room exactly?” I think about what he said about the unlocked door. “Why are you in my house first of all?”

“Your mom told me to come over so we could catch up.”

Mom?

“My mom told you to come over to catch up with me and you…what? Decided the best way to do that was to creep into our house, wake me up by spanking me, and berate me about what I’m wearing?” Nothing makes sense anymore. “Which is perfectly acceptable by the way! Especially in my own home.”

“It’s acceptable,” he agrees with me, “if your door is fucking locked. Otherwise, it’s a fucking invitation.”

What an asshole? When did my Tannen become such an asshole?

“Do you walk around outside dressed like this?”

I look down at my sweater that reaches my midthigh. A lot of girls wear much shorter dresses and shorts in the summer. There is absolutely nothing wrong with what I am wearing -even if I did take my jeans off before I laid down, so I wasn’t really just wearing a fucking sweater. He still doesn’t have any right to call me out on it.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means…I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t want everybody seeing what belongs to…,” he pauses and I don’t know if he’s going to finish but he does, “him…if he’s any kind of man that is!”

At first, I’m too stunned to speak. Tannen thinks I have a boyfriend or is he just assuming normal nineteen-year-olds date which I’m sure they do but not me.

“I hope you don’t treat your girlfriend like this because if you do I feel sorry for her, you high-handed ass. And I’m very sure she wouldn’t like to know you had your hand on someone else’s ass! Whatever cheerleader it might be this time.” I say the last part under my breath but not low enough he can’t hear what I said. Turnabout is fair play after all. “Someone should spank you. Then you’d understand how it feels.”

We both look at one another for what feels like forever. Then he goes for me. I squeal and take off running. He’s grabbing me before I can make it around the bed, jerking me back by pulling on my sweater. I shriek and grab the front before he can pull it down enough to have my breasts popping free, damn it. My concern for my boobs gives him an advantage which he uses to pull me back to him and over to the bed.

He’s sits on the bed and yanks me over his lap. I let out another squeal as he flips the end of my sweater up.

“Tannen! What the hell?!”

“I’m making sure you feel this one without the bulk of your sweater getting in the way. You better be thankful you have panties on under this stupid thing. Otherwise, I would have…”

“You ass! You would what? Pucker up and kiss it because that is...OW!! Tannen!”

His hand comes down on the swell of my cheek causing me to break off and tense under his hand. He does it to the other side causing me to start cussing.

“Get your dirty, rotten hands off me! You have no right!”

“I have every right if you put yourself in danger!”

He takes the back of my panties and pulls them up, so they slip between my cheeks and starts hitting my bare bottom. I wiggle but his grip on my hips is solid.

I’m offended, yes, but that isn’t the reason I am making such a fuss. It’s because something is happening to me every time he makes contact with me. Something is making me…wet! And horny!

I can’t let him find out what is happening to me so I start fighting him, thrashing around like a mad woman. When everything else fails I resort to biting him which just makes him shout and spank me more.

“Good Lord at the noise, Katie. What is all the racket do you think?”

I go utterly still and so does Tannen. We hear the door shut downstairs.

“I think it’s coming from upstairs!”

“Tannen! It’s my mom!”