Big Girls Don't Cry 2 Page 3

  “He’s my mother’s favorite,” he says, smiling.

  “You’ve never told me about your family.”

  “There’s not a lot to say,” he answers, with the smile fading.

  “I’d like to hear what there is.”

  I watch and his face tells me a story of pain and loss.

  “She was a wonderful woman. You remind me a lot of her. Or, how she used to be.”

  “Thank you. But, is she…”

  “No… She’s still alive.”

  “Oh, good,” I respond, relieved. “I thought you meant she was dead.”

  “No—Just her spirit.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “My ol’ man. He beat it out of her.”

  “Oh, no, Billy,” I sigh. “Was your dad, mean?” I ask, feeling awkward. I’ve dealt with a lot of abuse during my life, but never at the hands of one of my own family members.

  “Sheesh. Yeah, you could say that. He used to beat the shit out us when we were kids.”

  “Oh, God,” I gasp. “You’re kidding me.”

  “No. He was a real monster.”

  “What? Was he a drunk or something?”

  “The worst. And the sad thing was my mother didn’t even drink. Never a drop. She was an art professor, worked all of the time. My dad was truck driver, and drank constantly when he was home.”

  “An art professor and a truck driver. I’ve heard of stranger couplings.”

  “Yeah, right,” he smiles. “A model and mixed martial arts fighter?” he questions with a raised brow.

  “No!” I push him lightly.

  “I know,” he answers, pulling me close to him as he stares at Rubens’ Death of Panthea. “Well the ol’ man, he couldn’t handle it. He always felt insecure, and he made himself feel better by beating up on us. Mom was always trying to protect us, so she usually ended up getting the worst of it. He ridiculed her constantly about her weight. She was the one who taught us to be confident, and strong no matter what situation in life you’re dealing with.

  I watched my mom spend hours in the mirror trying to cover up black eyes with concealer, so she could go to work. She was afraid if anyone found out they would take us away from her. By the time I was fifteen I was over it. I had outgrown him, and one night when he got all crazy, I beat his ass. It was the last time he touched any of us… Until, I went into the Army.”

  “You didn’t tell me you were in the military,” I interrupt.

  “Yes, ma’am. Airborne Infantry.” He lets me go and salutes.

  I salute back, asking, “What happened when you went into the military?”

  He sighs deeply, looking back at the painting. “I had just gotten back from the field when I got the news. I was called up to headquarters and they told me what had happened. My dad, he had beaten up my mom. Put her in the hospital.” He shakes his head, closing his eyes momentarily, before looking back at the painting. “Son of bitch was lying in wait to get at her. He had done a few little things, while I was still state side. Nothing real big though. No— he waited until I was overseas— where I couldn’t get him. But, I got him.”

  “What happened?”

  “I bonded him out of jail… ha ha ha,” he laughs deviously, remembering. “Should have seen his face, when he saw me,” Billy states proudly. “Old man, almost shit himself. He started copping deuces—pleading for his life, basically,” Billy explains, with a nod. His vocabulary, never ceasing to amuse me. “I told him it was all cool. ‘I know how difficult she can be,’ I used his own words. Anyway, I got him calmed down, and I took him out to dinner.

  We went to a small restaurant we used to go to as a family— Some where he’d be relaxed. We talked about how it used to be when we were younger. What he called the good times.

  When we left we walked back to my truck. I left him standing outside of the locked passenger door, while I pulled a baseball bat out of the bed of the truck. Then, I walked over and beat him unconscious.”

  “Oh my God, Billy!” I’m standing in awe, as he continues speaking without looking away from the painting.

  “My mom never recovered. She’s there, but it’s not her. Not the same her, anyway. I’m not saying it’s a good thing, but it would have killed her to see me go to prison.”

  “You went to prison!” I scream, not believing what I’m hearing. “Billy, you never told me you had been in prison before! Holy fuck! No wonder they wanted to throw the book at you for the gym. Oh, no, Billy. What did you do? What did you do?” I ask. The realization that Billy has beat someone else up has me very unsettled. I’m not a violent person, and I never have been. It took a lot for me to understand why he did what he did at the gym, and knowing he has done it before, scares me. Noticing our conversation has become the interest of those surrounding us I take Billy by the hand, leading us out of the building.

  “I need to sit down.” Looking around, we find ourselves a small alcove hidden off to the side of the large area and we take a seat on a set of concrete stairs.

  “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

  “It’s not something I’m inclined to tell somebody until I get to know them, really well.”

  “Months in jail, talking on the phone and writing letters and you didn’t feel inclined to tell me you had been locked up for the same thing before? Really?”

  I can see he’s hurt.

  “I wanted to tell you. But, I knew how disturbed you were by the gym stuff. So I didn’t.”

  “So you did it to protect me… Again? Thank you, Billy. But, I think I can take care of myself from now on, okay?” I state angrily. “I don’t want you hurting anymore people!” I yell standing.

  “Whoa! Hey listen. I’m not in the business of running around beating people up.”

  “Oh, really,” I retort, pulling at the UFC t-shirt that lies hidden underneath his dress shirt.

  “When I got out of prison the first time— I promised myself I would never touch another human being outside of the ring. But, when you told me what those guys had done to you— it was like the ol’ man all over again. I’m sorry.”

  “You just don’t understand, Billy,” I sigh, placing my hand on his cheek. “I’ll spend my whole life wondering when I’m going to lose you again.”

  “You won’t lose me, again,” he offers with a small smile, and for the first time I see the chink in my knight’s amour. And, my heart breaks for him... for us.

  “I already did, Billy. I already did… I have to go,” I say, standing to leave. I need to be alone. No, Billy. No, Renee. Just, Gretchen and my thoughts.

  “Gretchen… Don’t go,” he pleads, standing. He doesn’t follow, just watches as I turn to leave.

  “I have to. I can’t do it. Not again.”

  “Are you telling me, I won’t see you again?”

  “Yes,” I answer, barely audible, with my stomach aching.

  “The one that got away,” I hear him say softly as I walk away.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  I was tired, worn out from all of the emotional drama thrust upon me in the last twenty four hours, and I just needed to rest. But, that wasn’t going to happen.

  “Ma Chérie— you’ve made it home. How nice.” Renee is seated in a small recliner, and he stands as I walk in the door. A wicked smile covers his face, letting me know he knows I’ve been with Billy.

  I’m startled, and a bit nervous, but too tired to be scared. “Now you’re going to break into my apartment?” I ask, walking to the sofa and dropping my coat. Renee dangles a ring with two keys on it. I had given them to him about a month after we had met— he never used them, until now.

  Placing the keys into the pocket of his blazer, he walks towards me. “We had an agreement, Chérie.”

  “We DID NOT have an agreement, Renee,” I respond quickly.

  “We had an understanding,” he continues.

  “No we did not have an understanding. I never said, ‘Hey! Help me start a company, and I’ll give you my virginity!’ Jesus Chr
ist, Renee,” I answer.

  He walks to me with the smile leaving his face, and furrowing his brow he questions, “What did I do to deserve this? I’ve always treated you well— no?”

  “Yes— you’ve always treated me well, Renee,” I answer, sighing deeply and lowering my defenses. Renee HAS always treated me well. “I’m just really confused right now.”

  “I’ve always been here. I’ve never left you,” he states softly, approaching slowly.

  “I told him I couldn’t see him anymore,” I say, with an ache in my heart. The smile returns to Renee’s face, and it’s a ripple of happiness for me in a sea of pain. I don’t like to see others unhappy, and sometimes it’s easier to sacrifice my own happiness for theirs.

  I’m sure Renee has a million questions he wants to ask, but he doesn’t.

  “I want you,” he whispers, coming to me. His body is warm as he takes me in his embrace. “I waited, and let you do what you needed to do… Now, I need to do what I need to do,” he states, squeezing my breasts, and thrusting his hard cock against me as he straddles my leg.

  I know what Renee wants. My main control over him comes through my ass and my mouth. He can’t get enough of either.

  Renee had been with a lot of women before me, but I don’t think he ever had a woman suck his cock down to his balls, before letting him fuck her in the ass until he came. And, I had never had a man spank me before, which is what he wants to do to me now. Spank me and then butt fuck me.

  “I’m so tired, please not now,” I pant softly, closing my eyes as Renee’s hands roam over my breasts, finding my nipples and squeezing lightly. I try to concentrate on him, letting go of everything that’s been troubling my mind... Billy.

  Reaching down, Renee loosens the belt around my waist, and it falls to the floor. I watch him unbuckling his belt, and my pussy stirs when it’s pulled free. He kisses me on my neck and I can feel his hot breath as he pants with anticipation. I bring the zipper of my skirt down, and wiggle my hips as I slide it down stepping out of it, and kicking it to the side.

  With his belt hanging in one hand, Renee helps me as I pull my sweater over my head— I stand before him, wearing only my bra and panties… and, knee high black leather boots.

  I walk across the room to the kitchen table, and he smiles wide, lightly slapping the belt against his free hand, eagerly waiting for me to take my place. Bent over the table with my hands holding me up, I slowly rock my ass back and forth, calling Renee in.

  “I’m ready,” I pant anxiously, fearing the first strike. It won’t come for a moment. First Renee will play with me— sliding his fingers inside of my panties, caressing my pussy from behind.

  “Oooh, you’re so wet,” he moans, sliding the finger up and down the wet opening. Finding my clit he presses down and circles as his thumb massages my ass.

  “Oh, God, Renee. That feels so good,” I coo, closing my eyes and thrusting my hair back.

  “Pull them down,” he commands. Circling my ass slowly, I tease Renee as I slide them down. His dick stands free from his pants, and he strokes it as he watches. “Open,” he continues.

  I pull my cheeks apart and Renee lowers in and gently begins rimming my ass. My body tingles as his tongues slides back and forth over the tight hole. Finishing, he rubs my back with his free hand, massaging slowly as he slides it down to my fat cheeks. Grabbing the skin, he fills his hand, squeezing and kneading, and with a shake, letting go.

  Raising the belt, he hovers, before bringing it swiftly across my ass, filling the room with a loud crack.

  ‘OH GOD!’ my mind screams, but I say nothing. I grit my teeth and lower my head, as I moan and whimper for him.

  I hear Renee’s breathing increase as he watches my white ass turning red with every swat.

  “You have been a bad girl, No?” he yells, bringing the belt across me again with a loud smack.

  “Yes, yes! God, yes!” I scream, my pussy quivering as it lands across my ass, and barely grazing my soft lips, sending my back arching up. “Easy, Baby, easy,” I plead, looking back.

  “You have been bad! Bad! Bad! Bad!” he yells, with multiple straps upon my welted red cheeks, and my ass jiggles with every strike exciting him even more.

  Setting the belt on the table, Renee pulls open my lips and fans his fingers across my red pussy. My lips are fat with blood from the stroke, and it feels good when Renee covers them with saliva. “Suck,” he commands, offering me his extended fingers. I cover them in spit, which he brings back to my stinging pussy, massaging gently, before picking his belt back up. My relief is temporary, as he strikes down again on my jiggling ass, sending me howling.

  “No more, Renee. No more!” I scream in pain. “Fuck me, now. Please, fuck me,” I beg.

  Dropping the belt, Renee tears at the opening of his pants, letting them drop to the floor, as he presses the head of his swollen cock against my puckered hole. With a finger he roughly opens my ass, while maneuvering his dick inside.

  I groan in pain as the head enters, my own cum being the only lubricant. Reaching forward, he grabs my arms pulling them behind my back as he gyrates his hips forward, penetrating further inside. My body trembles as he slides in and out sending waves of euphoric pain throughout me.

  “This is what you wanted?” he moans, quickening his pace.

  “Yes, Renee! Yes!” I answer, with my tits bouncing free from my bra, as my body jolts forward from the deep thrust from behind. They swing heavily, flopping wildly with every maddening stroke.

  Letting go of my arms, Renee grabs onto the flesh of my hips, as he pumps harder. My ass is numb, but my pussy alive when I find my clit and frig myself roughly, breathing heavily as he pounds me from behind.

  I don’t know what it is, but nothing makes me cum as hard as when I’m sexed in the butt. My orgasm is intense, and I’m tingling all over— starting in my pussy and spreading out over my body, I begin shaking uncontrollably, with my toes curling and fingers clawing. I feel electric, bucking spastically, and clamping my ass down, milking the cum out of Renee’s dick.

  I can feel the head of his cock as it begins swelling in my ass.

  “Faster, Baby! Fuck me faster!” I scream, raising my ass up and down rapidly for his thrusting dick.

  “Do it! Do it now!” he screams, sinking his dick to the hilt. With small bounces I shake my ass on his cock as I squeeze my muscles inside. “Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Ooooooooooh,” he moans, releasing inside of me.

  “Yes, Baby. Give it to me. Shoot it in my tight ass,” I coo, wiggling my butt.

  His body jerks spastically listening to me talk dirty, and I feel it as he drains inside.

  “Mmmm,” he moans, laying over me, with his dick still pumping inside.

  I stop, not allowing myself to climax.

  ~ ~ ~

  “I will send a car for you at seven,” Renee says, with a kiss to my cheek.

  “I’ll be ready,” I answer, standing at the door in my pink robe.

  After we had finished, neither of us were inclined to discuss the last twenty four hours, any further. If, Renee wanted to say more, he didn’t. But, then again, he’s a business man, and I doubt he tells someone when he’s plotting against them. But, then again— who does?

  CHAPTER FIVE

  I’ve never been much of a water person, but I have to admit, Renee’s yacht is very exciting. It’s luxurious, like a five star floating hotel. He’s had me flown in several times from Paris. Once we even flew in at night, over the water— I was terrified. Thinking about it now makes me glad to know I’m walking onboard tonight. Especially, dressed in the beautiful full length gown Renee picked out especially for me. The one he ASKED me to wear. I had planned on wearing it the whole time. I’m just not going to let a man TELL me what I’m going to wear.

  I’m disappointed Renee is not at the dock to meet me, instead I’m here alone.

  “Would you like me to help you down, ma’am?” Renee’s driver asks, after helping me from the limo.

  “
No, thank you, Maurice. I’ll be fine.” I’m lying, but I’ll make it.

  “You look very beautiful tonight,” he comments, with a smile.

  “Thank you,” I answer, making my way to the ramp in my high heels.

  Renee’s yacht is moored in the distance. A light breeze is blowing and the thick mooring lines creak and moan as I walk by. It’s dark outside and the windows glow from the lights within, casting mirrored images into the water that squiggle down the length of the vessel. A small band plays classical music in the background, and finely dressed men and women mill aboard the decks of the boat. They’re drinking and smoking, engaged in various levels of enthusiasm towards arbitrary conversations.

  I don’t know anyone, and I doubt anyone knows me. They never do at his functions. Most of the time, they seem surprised that Renee is still with the same woman. Or, they act as if they have forgotten about me all together. Which, they probably have.

  I’m handed a glass of champagne as soon as I enter the main salon, and I take a deep breath preparing to put on the act I’ll be preforming over the next few hours.

  “Ma’am,” a server speaks, handing me the glass. A second glance lets me know he recognizes me as, Renee’s girlfriend, certainly surprised that the man is not accompanying me. ‘You and me both,’ I think, taking care not to let the crystal flute slip from my gloved hand.

  Several men watch, as I walk elegantly, holding my champagne glass, as I enter the room. Stopping, I slowly raise the glass to my lips sipping lightly as I look about the room. I can see a few faces that I think I recognize, and I continue looking over the room as I drink. Coming to the far end of the room my eyes find Renee, and champagne shoots through my nose as I recognize the face standing next to him… BILLY! ‘What the fuck!’

  Dressed in a tuxedo, Billy stands large next to Renee as the two men look across the room, smiling, watching as I choke.

  “Are you okay, ma’am?” an attendant asks, as he hands me a napkin.

  Still coughing, I wipe my face, set the glass and wet napkin on the serving tray, and make my way confidently across the room, thinking ‘I own this fucking joint!’