Of course later I’d take her upstairs to my bed and make her scream while I ate her out. Maybe I’d make her lay on my table while I licked chocolate off of her. Two hated feeling sticky, I’d learned, and it made me happy to hear her beg for a shower, saying she felt gross even when she clearly didn’t quite want to get up because she wanted to cum all over my tongue some more.
I never got the chance to do any of that. The smile quickly faded from my face with a sense of foreboding running up my spine. Something wasn’t right and I didn’t know what made it feel that way for me, but Two leaned down into my sports car and I didn’t jump on her. She stood up with the papers she’d needed for work, still with a sense of wary playfulness in her eyes and it unfolded in front of me like a trainwreck happening.
I knew we’d been watched when we kissed in her store one night. And I knew I’d seen the figure other times too, but people being at her store late at night wasn’t an odd occurrence. She operated those kinds of hours because it was smart for her business. But it had struck me as strange when she knew the person who’d seen us, when it wasn’t someone who came in late at night.
In an ironic, terrible twist, I saw the garrote around her throat and her eyes went wide with first laughter and fear, and then just fear when her body knew that something was very wrong. The guy who’d seen us was not my size and she clawed at her neck instantly, so hard I saw blood even when I ran forward. And also ironically, where I had once been so aroused and incited by her blood and the sight of red anywhere on her body, I was aroused again at this in more ways than one. My cock was half hard, yes, but there was a more dominating sense of arousal burning through me.
It was the kind that a bull had where I felt like I could kill instead. Somehow I had the presence of mind to remember that murder is bad and we don’t cross that line, but for a brief second it was a near thing. My fist hit the side of his head and he dropped and that was it. It was over as quickly as it’d started and I was looking down at his prone form, wondering how the hell I had managed that kind of restraint. My gaze lifted from the man, taking in the sandy hair, my guess of his height and weight, and then lifted to Two who stared down at him as well.
She shuddered, a single, full body shudder that made me scared to see. Her eyes lifted from her assailant to mine and she choked and her eyes scared me even more. They were wide and dilated and she choked again, as if she might throw up. I grabbed her shoulders, shaking her gently. “Hey. No, look at me, Two. No! I said look at me, Tuesday Holter. I didn’t say to look back down.” Her nostrils were flaring with her panicked breaths and I held her tighter. “Tuesday. Listen to me. It’s okay, it’s all okay.” She whimpered and tears fell from her eyes while she just stared at me with a bereft expression that I wasn’t going to forget for a long time. “Goddamnit Tuesday, don’t you dare do this on me. You’re my girl, my brave girl, and you don’t let anyone get to you like this.”
“What the fuck just happened?” It came out of her in a panicked yelp, a shrill sound that was too hoarse to be terribly loud.
There we were. Some words. I smiled gently at her. “I don’t know, baby, but we really need to go inside and call the police and wrap you in a blanket. Come on. Let’s get away from here and go somewhere safe. Can you do that for me?”
She nodded, eyes shining with her frightened tears and I discovered that I hated the sight of them when they weren’t for me or safely for a game. These weren’t the tears for me to lick. These were tears I rubbed away with the pads of my thumb and I hated them all the more because it felt like such a waste when her tears were gems more precious than my diamonds and tasted like decadence.
When I had her back in my apartment, I settled her into my loveseat, rubbing her shoulders while I did what any sane person would do and called the police for possibly the first time in my life. It was an interesting affair when they showed up because my attention was mostly on Two. I managed to pep talk her a little bit before they got there so that she was coherent. I introduced myself at the door while she stayed in the background of the apartment, as if she were hiding behind me. But when the two officers approached her, she had her voice under control and answered quietly. They noted the marks around her throat and she told what we had worked out together about who it was. I didn’t touch her during these recantations because if I did I would end up stroking her hair soothingly or touching the back of her collar in a silent encouragement to be brave. And these were the kinds of things I liked to keep private. They were my things with Tuesday and no one else’s.
But when they left? I let it out then. “Very good, baby. Now, you heard their recommendations to have a doctor look at those, right? Are you sure you don’t want to go to an emergency room? I won’t make you, Two, but I don’t want a hurt friend because you were too goddamned stubborn and something was actually wrong.”
“Please, no.” She whispered it in such a broken little voice that it tugged at my heart. “I just want to stay here and for you to t-tell me what to do. I don’t want anymore decisions and I’m scared and-“
“Shh.” I stroked her hair. “Hush. Pretty girl.” She would get herself worked up again and I didn’t want that if she refused to let someone check her vitals.
But I also had an issue with her request. I was absolutely capable of being nurturing for her, but my nurturing came with the dominance and my dominance came with sexual desires and that came with my harsh roughness. I could certainly refrain from cruelty but the harsh part? The part that was so strict and stern it was terrifying even when I tried to pull back on my sadism for submissives who couldn’t take as much pain? That would bark out in my voice and I couldn’t keep it entirely in check.
So I made an effort to compromise. We both needed to reassure ourselves of her safety after that. “How would a nice bath sound with some hot chocolate?”
But her eyes were still distressed when she looked at me. “I… that sounds good, I think.”
God, I hated the events that would take my brazen fae and turn her into this scared little girl. She looked so lost and unsure of everything and I could understand that. I remembered that look on her face. First the fear and pleasure that was so quickly replaced with nothing but the fear. “Come on, Two. Let’s keep you calm and clean up your neck.”
I went through the motions, starting her water and getting a few things from the medicine cabinet. Things like antibiotic cream and gauze to cover her through the night. She hadn’t cut herself very deep at all but it was in a visible place and I wanted to make sure that it would heal well so it wouldn’t come back to haunt her.
When I turned back around Tuesday still stood where I’d left her, watching me. “Come on, baby. Strip. Now.” I snapped my fingertips before I could even think about it, flinching even while she inhaled sharply and instantly scurried to obey, pulling off her shirt first. I’d had to let her wear bras every now and again with the good sense that support was a good thing but they were always of my choosing and underwear? She rarely wore that unless I was in the mood to have her message me with pictures of all the cum that collected in her thong.