Chains

W atching Sprite come undone nearly had him losing himself before he even got into her pussy. He waited her out until she recovered, before ordering her to turn around and sit on his lap. He wanted to see her face while he fucked her. Sprite did as he ordered, turning on his lap, and sloshing water over the edge of the tub. When she grabbed his dick and started to glide him into her soaking wet pussy, he knew that he wouldn't last long.

"Is this okay?" she asked. It was more than okay but telling her so was something that he couldn't do at the moment. He nodded his head, and she giggled. "Turn about is fair play," she teased. growled and grabbed handfuls of her ass, helping her slide all the way down on his shaft.

"Shit," he breathed, "move for me, baby." He held onto her hips as she practically slid off his dick and then, slammed herself back down to his thighs. Her luscious ass kept hitting her thighs and when she moaned out his name, he couldn't help himself.

"I'm going to come," he growled.

She framed his face with her hands, "Come for me, baby," she breathed. God, the way that she looked at him and called him, "Baby" was almost too much for him to handle.

pulled her down and kissed her like a starving man, pumping in and out of her body a few more times, and when he came, he whispered her name over and over again.

Sprite collapsed onto his body, and he protectively wrapped his arms round her. He had noticed the bruising earlier on her arms and legs and actually thought about backing out of having sex with her, but God help him, he wanted her.

"You all right?" he asked.

"I'm more than all right," she purred, snuggling against his body.

chuckled, "I mean the bruises," he said. "Are you in any pain?"

"No," she breathed. He wasn't sure if he believed her or not, but when she kissed him, he knew that she was fine.

"The water's getting cold," he said. "We should jump in the shower, rinse off, and then, I want to take you to bed. You good with that?" he asked.

Sprite smiled up at him and nodded, "Only if we can do more of this," she said, rubbing her body against his. There was no way that he's push her for more tonight. She looked tired as hell and her bruises didn't look good either.

"You need your rest so that you can heal, honey," he insisted.

"But," she started to protest.

He covered his hand over her mouth and shook his head. "No arguments," he insisted. "We are going to get in bed and sleep," he ordered. He removed his hand to find her giving him the cutest little pout. "That's not going to work," he insisted. Sure, he was probably lying, but he needed to try to stay strong, for Sprite's sake. "I'll make you a deal," he said, "you get some rest tonight, and tomorrow night, we can do whatever you want."

Her smile brightened and she nodded, "Anything?" she asked.

"Anything," he promised. "Do we have a deal?" he asked.

"We do," she said, sitting up on his lap, making him regret telling her that they would be having no more sex tonight. She held out her hand to him and he shook hers. "There, now it's official," she said.

He wasn't sure how it happened, but bringing Sprite home with him was a dream come true. Having her agree to sleep in his bed was more than he could have ever imagine happening. Keeping her there was his next obstacle, but he was hoping that she'd agree to stay in his bed forever.

was in the shower, getting ready for work when his cell phone started going crazy. He finished soaping up and rinsing off, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist.

"Hello," he shouted into the phone. "This better be good." He didn't check the caller ID and when he heard Sprite's voice on the other end of the call, whispering to him, he felt like an asshole.

She had left earlier that morning when Bowie came by to take her to work, as he had for weeks now. "He's here," she whispered.

"Honey, you have to talk a little bit louder. Who's there?" he asked.

"Jake is at my office. He's being detained by security, but he's shouting my name. What should I do?" she asked.

"Is Bowie still there?" he asked.

"He had a meeting at the bar to go to. I'm here alone," she whispered.

"I'll leave here in a few. You won't be alone for long," he assured. "Stay on the phone with me, honey," he ordered. pulled on a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt. He looked like he was about to run to the gym and not head to his girlfriend's office to beat the shit out of her stalker. "Also, have someone call the cops. Tell them that Jake has been stalking you." He was going to take her to put in a restraining order against Jake as soon as this mess was over. There was no way that he'd let Jake get to Sprite ever again.

"Stay in your office and lock the door," he ordered. Savage had heard that Jake was running all over town, telling anyone who would listen that he was looking for Sprite. He foolishly decided to ignore him, but now, he wished that he hadn't.

"All right," she agreed. "How long before you get here?" she asked. hated hearing so much fear in her voice.

"Not long," he promised. "I'm getting into my truck now, and I can avoid traffic by taking backroads."

"Don't do anything crazy, ," she begged.

"Deal, as long as you promise me the same thing," he said. "Just stay out of sight. I'll be there in a few minutes, honey," he promised.

"I'm looking for a girl named Sprite," Jake shouted again. He sounded as though he was getting closer to finding her office and worried that he wouldn't get to Sprite in time. There was no telling what that mother fucker would do to her if he found her. He had seen Jake's handiwork firsthand, and her bruises were finally almost healed after one month. He wouldn't let that asshole touch her again, not if he could help it.

"I've got to go out there," she whispered. "He was able to grab a gun off of one of the security guard's and I'm worried that he'll shoot one of my co-workers." wanted to tell her that he didn't give a fuck about her co-workers, but he decided against it. Telling Sprite that would only have her running out of her office to play the hero. His girl had a big heart, and she would take a bullet for just about anyone on the planet.

"Wait, honey," he breathed, trying to keep a level head. "Let's think this through."

"What's there to think through?" she asked him. "If I don't go out there, he's going to end up doing something stupid and shooting someone else. None of this is my co-worker's fault."

"It's not your fault either, Sprite. You've done nothing wrong. Jake is in the wrong and if you go out there, he won't hesitate to take you—or worse. I don't think that I could bear that," he whispered. "Please, for me, just stay where you are. I'm almost there, honey. Did someone call the cops?" he asked.

"Yes," she whimpered. "Angie in the office next to mine held up a note telling me that she called them as soon as he pulled a gun. We share a glass wall, and I can see her hiding under her desk. God, this his all my fault. Everyone in here is being terrorized by a madman and I can stop him."

"I'm one mile from your office and about ten cop cars just sped by me with their lights on. I'm betting that they are coming to you, honey. Just stay on the phone with me a while longer and I'm betting that they'll take care of Jake."

"I'll give them two minutes to get here and then, I'm going out there ," she insisted. He could hear the resolve in her voice, and he knew she meant every word. If he or the cops didn't get to the office to stop Jake, Sprite would walk out of her office and end up getting herself killed.

"I can hear the sirens," she whispered. "Do you think he'll just give up?" she asked.

"I don't know honey, but you need to let the cops do their job. I'm guessing that Jake is a big enough coward that he'll end up turning himself over to them." He just hoped to God that was the truth.

"I think that the police are coming in," she whispered. "Jake is shouting at them to find me. He said that he's not going anywhere until he finds me. I've got to do this, ," she breathed. "I'm so sorry." He shouted at the other end of the line, still begging her to wait. He pulled into the office parking lot and barely parked his truck. ran into the building and up two flights of steps, not waiting for the elevator. And when he got to the top of the steps, he found the cops surrounding Jake; Sprite standing across the room from him. Jake's smile was mean as he told her that she was nothing, and God, wanted to bust his nose again. He couldn't stand the way that Jake was talking to her or looking at her, but he knew that any action against Jake would only have him sharing a cell downtown.

"Sir, this is a crime scene," a police officer said, stopping him at the doorway. Three other cops led Jake out of the common area and when he passed he smiled and nodded, as if they were old friends.

"I'll be seeing you both real soon," he whispered to as he passed him. It took every ounce of his restraint not to go after Jake. He watched as Sprite crossed the room and practically jumped into his arms. His answer was clear—he belonged here with her and that's where he'd stay.

"He's my boyfriend," she said to the cop, "and I'd like him here with me."

"Fine," the cop said. "We'll need you to stick around so that we can ask you a few questions," the officer said.

"No problem," said, looking around Sprite's body that was still plastered up against his. The cop seemed satisfied with his answer and walked across the room. "What happened?" he asked.

"I walked out here, and I guess that was the distraction that the cops needed. They had Jake disarmed and on the floor in just seconds. It all happened so fast, it's still a blur."

"I'm just glad that you're okay," he whispered, tugging her tighter against his body. "So, I'm your boyfriend now?" he teased.

"Um, was that okay to tell the cops? I mean, I've been living with you for about a month now. I can't really call you my fuck buddy, or anything like that." He hated it when she called him that. With most women he had been with, he wouldn't have minded, but with Sprite, he minded.

"It was fine," said. "In fact, I prefer it over fuck buddy." She giggled and went up on her tiptoes to gently kiss his lips.

"Are you sure that you are okay?" he asked again.

"I am," she said, wrapping her arms around his waist, "now that you're here." He wrapped her tighter in his arms and kissed the top of her head. He could have lost Sprite tonight, and that scared the hell out of him. She might be willing to only call him her boyfriend, but he wanted so much more with her—he wanted forever, and tonight he learned that truth the hard way.