9 See You There

Chris' P.O.V.

"Do you like it when I fuck you like this?" I asked Layla as she stood on her hands and knees before me.

My hips slammed into her ass, making it jiggle the way I loved.

"Yes, master. I love it! Fuck me harder!" She screamed out.

I pushed deeper into her, pulling on that bun she loved to keep up high on her head. She knows I love to pull on it when I take her from behind like this. Layla knew how I liked it, and she didn't care if I pleasured her or not. She was only interested in taking care of me and my needs. She was my little sex slave, after all. Lisa probably won't let me fuck her again for a while, so for now Layla would have to do.

I slapped Layla's ass hard, seeing it turn red. I loved the sound of her skin being hit. The feel of her plump ass on my hand made me grip it tightly. Layla squealed in pain, turning me on further. I thrust deep into her, not caring about anything but finding my release. I tore into her pussy because it was mine and no one else's.

She knew it. She knew she was mine to do what I pleased with, and eventually, Lisa would understand this too. I just had to break her the same way I broke Layla. Even if I had to do it by force. She would learn. She had to.

"Harder, harder!" She screamed.

I pulled on her hair so hard her head bent back further than should be natural. I thrust harder into her, faster and faster until she was yelling so loud I was sure she could be heard from outside. My dick pulsed as I shot my load all over her ass, rubbing it in with the tip.

"Good girl, Layla. Now don't wash it off. Wear my cum like the filthy girl you are."

"Yes, master," she moaned as she continued to play with herself. "Can I cum?" she asked.

"Yes. You've been good today. You may pleasure yourself until you find your release."

I watched her as she played with her clit until she orgasmed hard. Her cheeks flushed when she realized I was staring at her. She stood up, getting dressed quickly and leaving my room silently. She went right back to work like the good little bitch she was.

Lisa hadn't messaged me since she left me this afternoon, and it was irritating me to no end. I fucking apologized, and she said nothing. She didn't forgive me or comfort me. Lisa seems to be a very stubborn woman. I would have to fix that mouth of hers before anything else. I would shove my dick in her mouth anytime she said something she shouldn't. Maybe I would strap her to the bed and make her watch as I pleasure Layla instead.

I need to be careful not to hurt her stomach again. She had to bear me a child and as such, I needed to be sure she was able to do so. For appearance's sake, I couldn't slap her face again either. That left me with just her back and sexual punishments. Lisa didn't know it yet, but by the end of the year she would be begging to please me. She would learn her place as my wife. She better be ready.

Chris: What are you up to?

I texted her, even though I hate being the first to do so. I waited for five minutes and was about to chew her out for making me wait so long when I saw her text come through.

Lisa: Sorry, I've been working out.

I had no idea that Lisa was so fit when I first met her. She apparently went to the gym every day for several hours. She went on morning runs a lot, too. I didn't like how often she went to the gym either. Frankly, it was really suspicious.

Chris: Mind if I join?

Another five minutes passed, then another before she replied again. I was growing increasingly annoyed as she continued this behavior.

Lisa: Are you sure you want to?

Her reply had me gripping my phone tightly in anger. She either didn't want me around, or she felt I was too weak. Either way, I hate the implications.

Chris: Of course! Maybe you can start coming to my gym instead?

I don't want her going to her own gym alone. I don't know who all goes there. Lisa was too attractive of a woman to go to the gym by herself.

Lisa: I am sorry. I'll have to decline that offer. I like my gym.

I couldn't believe she said no. I read it a few times over, feeling an anger course through me. It was small, but building quickly as I reread her text one more time.

Chris: I see. How about you try it before you flat out deny it?

I tried not to sound snarky, but it was hard to bite back my attitude, especially when I was upset.

Lisa: I'll go with you if you really want me to, but I'm not switching gyms.

Lisa was stubborn as hell, but she would soon learn that it was my way or a punishment. She was a very attractive woman who didn't need to be going to the gym by herself. There was no telling the trouble she could get into by herself.

Chris: I'm sure you'll change your mind once you come with me.

I saw she had seen the message, but those three dots never appeared. Was she not going to respond? I felt a total outrage course through me.

What the fuck was she doing?

I pulled up the tracker I had placed in Lisa's car. It showed she wasn't home. In fact, she wasn't at any gym I knew. It was a house, some random house out of the city.

Who the fuck was she seeing?

I squeezed my phone so hard the screen cracked, only making me angrier. Who was she with right now? She lied to me. She said she was at the gym, yet she was at some house. I was sure it was a guy's house, too.

That fucking whore. I would teach her.

Chris: Where's your gym? I'll come pick you up. We need to talk in person.

I lied to her, but I was curious about what she would say in response. Would she lie further?

Lisa: About what?

She ignored my question completely, trying to distract me or buy herself time.

Chris: Our future.

Lisa: Okay, I'll meet you at my apartment. It shouldn't take long for me to get there.

Chris: Let me pick you up. I want to see the gym you refuse to leave for me.

I wonder what she would come up with now. Probably some stupid excuse that would keep me away.

Lisa: Okay, but I'm leaving already, so I won't be there by the time you get here.

Clever minx

Chris: Wait for me there then.

Lisa: I didn't bring a change of clothes and I'm sweaty and gross. I don't want you to see me like that.

God, this bitch has an excuse for everything.

Chris: Okay, I'll come to your apartment in an hour, so you have time to get ready.

The keys to my Ferrari called to me as I approached my front door. I pulled up the address to the house she was at. I would wait outside and see who she was visiting. She could explain it to my face when I caught her with another guy. She could watch me beat him up and beg me to stop.

Lisa: See you there.

You would see me alright.

I rushed to the address, pulling up to a decently sized house. I parked across the street, watching the place for any signs of Lisa. Her car was parked on the street in front of the house, so I knew I would spot her easily.

The front door opened, and Lisa stepped out, followed by a large man. It was dark with the sun having set 30 minutes ago. I couldn't make out the face of the man very well, especially not after he closed the door behind him, snuffing out the light. I stepped out of my car as Lisa approached hers.

"Figures you'd be cheating," I called out to her, making her jump and her eyes widened. I saw the fear on her face, making me smirk. She feared me as she should.

I would teach you to cheat on me.

Lisa's P.O.V.

Chris stood before me with accusation in his eyes. He smirked, almost as if he was happy to have caught me with another man. I don't know how to explain this away. I thought I had gotten rid of him with my texts, but he somehow found me. Does he have a tracking app on my phone?

This sick bastard.

I felt the adrenaline kick in, forcing my heart to beat at a faster rate than normal. Davis stepped in front of me, immediately making me feel safe. I didn't calm down though, because Davis couldn't beat Chris up the way he wanted to. Chris would tell his dad everything and they would break the contract, causing Dad to lash out.

"Let's go, Lisa. You're coming with me," Chris demanded.

Not a word was spoken between Davis and me, but I knew he wouldn't let me go. He looked at Chris like he was ready to kill him. I really thought he might, but I don't need him going to jail for murder because of me. I was still trying to find a lie that was plausible enough for him to believe. Then it hit me–Liv.

"I am not cheating. Davis is my trainer. He's Liv's adoptive dad, and is teaching me self defense at his home gym."

"Oh, is he? Lisa, do you really think I'm that na?ve? No, he fucked you, didn't he?"

He stepped forward, ready to grab me and pull me away. I knew that if I got into the car with him, I wouldn't be okay. He would hurt me so badly I probably wouldn't be able to go out for days. There wouldn't be enough makeup to cover the bruises he would give me tonight. I was scared shitless.

God, I was so stupid. I shouldn't have come here.

"Lisa isn't lying to you. Do you really think she'd fuck some old guy? What's your problem, man? You can't just show up to another guy's house and start accusing people of sleeping together." Davis sounded really convincing as he yelled at Chris. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm her fiance!" Chris snapped, spewing the word fiance as if it made me his property.

"Then, as her fiance, you should be happy that she's taking self-defense classes from one of the best teachers. I'm sure you wouldn't want any harm coming to her. Liv asked me to train her, and so I am, as a favor to her. I don't normally train people as I am much too busy, but since Liv asked me, I said yes. So Lisa meets me here to train when she can."

Davis was actually an excellent liar, even I was convinced. He sprinkled in just the right amount of truth and detail. Chris seemed to waiver as he looked between us. Thank God we hadn't been affectionate stepping out of Davis' house. There would be no way to lie if he'd seen us kiss.

"Let's make something clear, little guy. If I ever spot you near my house again, I'll beat the shit out of you. I don't need this melodrama, so grow some confidence, because you seem like a pathetic, controlling man." Davis' threat seemed to piss Chris off further. If he kept it up, Chris would probably tell me I was not allowed here anymore. Honestly, I was sure he was going to say it, anyway.

"Don't worry, neither Lisa nor I will step foot near your home again. I'll find another instructor to teach her. This way, you're not troubled by her any longer."

I had to keep myself from reacting to his words. I couldn't lose the time I had with Davis. It was the only thing keeping me sane. He was the only one driving this darkness away. I couldn't lose him, not yet.

"No need. I'm invested now, especially after someone hurt her. Did you not see her cheeks the other day?" Davis was being smart, using the abuse Chris had caused me against him.

"Of course I saw that. She's my fiance. I know everything about her."

"Perfect, then you know that she will not trust some stranger to teach her. I'll continue to teach her as promised."

I had to fight the smirk that threatened to pull at the corner of my lips. Davis was being as clever as a fox as he spoke. I didn't know that he could handle a situation this way, with clever logic and not just fists. Chris' anger showed clearly by the tick in his jaw as he looked at Davis.

"Fine, but I'll come too."

"I don't know you enough to invite you into my home. Are you really so insecure that you can't let Lisa come train on her own?"

Chris was too proud of a man to want to appear jealous. He clenched his teeth as he looked between Davis and me, searching for any indication something was amiss. His eyes met Davis' with a fury. I was starting to believe that Chris thought he was stronger than he actually was. That or he was plain stupid. He was staring at a man that could beat his ass ten ways to Sunday without any fear. Surely he could tell he'd lose a fight with Davis.

"I'm not insecure. I just don't know you. You could be after Lisa."

"Trust me, if I wanted Lisa, you'd be on the ground and she'd be over my shoulder, dragged back to my house."

The imagery he painted had oddly turned me on. I wanted to see Davis beat Chris. I wanted to be draped over his shoulder and taken into his house like a sack of potatoes. That sounded hot as fuck.

"Jesus Christ. Fine, she'll keep training with you. Lisa, let's go. Follow me to our house," Chris commanded. Our house.

The words made my stomach drop. I didn't want to go. I know this isn't over. My mind was racing with a million different ideas of what Chris would do to me once he got me to his place. Determined not to show my fear, I placed a stoic mask over my face, seeming indifferent to it all, even though I was far from it.

"I'll see you early in the morning for our run, Lisa," Davis said loudly. I think he wanted Chris to know that someone would be looking for me early in the morning. Perhaps he hoped it would keep Chris from hurting me too badly. "Remember what I've taught you so far if anyone tries to give you trouble?"

I nodded my head at him, trying not to show him how scared I was. He leaned down, opening my car door for me.

"Tell me now if you don't want to go with him. I'll keep you here. I'll keep you safe, Lisa. Say the word and I'll beat his ass," he whispered to me so Chris wouldn't hear.

"Thank you, Davis. I think I can handle myself better now. No one is laying a hand on me." I looked at Chris as I spoke the words, letting him know I won't let him hit me again.

"Good." Davis nodded his head, closing the door after I climbed in.

I watched him through the car window as he stepped back. His eyes never left me as I followed Chris' Ferrari back to his home. I watched Davis through my rearview mirror until I could no longer see him.

My heart sank, missing him a million times over already. I barely knew anything about Davis, aside from the fact he fights, has a daughter, and makes me feel safe and cared for. He wasn't like any guy I had ever been with.

I was nervous as I pulled into Chris' driveway. Today's training was fresh on my mind, reminding me I had what I needed to defend myself if I have to. I parked beside his precious cars, finding myself being dragged out of my own by Chris' hand. He gripped my arm so tightly that I was sure it would bruise if he didn't let go soon. I pulled my arm out of his grip, causing his brows to pinch together in fury.

"What the hell was your problem?!" I yelled at him, staring back at him as if I wasn't intimidated at the moment.

"You are!" he seethed through his teeth. "Why would you go to some guy's house like that? You're meant to be my wife. You shouldn't be around any other guy, especially not alone."

"For fuck's sake, we were training. This is a forced marriage, Chris. It's not like we're madly in love," I reminded him, rolling my eyes.

His large hand instantly held and squished my face tightly. He squeezed so hard my cheeks were digging into my teeth. His face was so close to mine that I could smell the alcohol he must have been drinking earlier.

"You're going to be my wife, Lisa. You better start getting used to the idea of being solely mine. No more guy friends, mentors, or trainers. The only guys in your life will be me, your dad, and your brother. All other men will no longer exist to you." He let go of my face with a push, causing me to take a small step back. I rubbed my sore cheeks, wishing I could hurt him back.

"Are you insane? How am I supposed to avoid every man on the planet?"

"Stop calling me insane. Get in the house Lisa. It's time to learn your place."

"No!" I yelled furiously, crossing my arms angrily. "I'm not stepping into that house. Not with you like this."

"Lisa, you can either walk inside on your own or I can drag you. Either way, you're coming in." His eyes were dark, showing me his stony heart.

"You don't control me, Chris. I'm going home."

I turned to get back into my car, feeling my hair pulled on so hard I thought it would come out by the roots. I stepped back, trying to follow my hair, but he was pulling so fast that I tripped backwards. He dragged me, pulling me as I struggled to get back up, flailing my feet uselessly before me. He let me go, throwing me down onto the floor as he slammed the door shut.

"Layla, bring the cuffs, and wait for me in my room," he called the girl that had greeted me at the door the past couple of times I've been here.

I guess her name was Layla. She appeared before him with a bow, handing him metal cuffs before dashing upstairs, appearing almost excited. I rubbed at my scalp, feeling like I was lucky to have any hair left on my head.

Tears stung my eyes, held back by sheer willpower. I refused to cry in front of him. My hands and feet struggled to get me back up as he approached me. The cold metal of the cuffs clicked around my wrists as I found myself cuffed to him.

He scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder as he pulled me up the stairs, but halfway up there was a loud bang at the door. Chris froze, cursing beneath his breath. He had sent Layla to his room so she wouldn't be coming to answer the door. He would have to put me down and answer it himself. I felt a sudden relief, thanking whoever was knocking. Now I have time to think of a way out of this.

How do I defend myself in this situation?