The water pipes had burst two weeks ago. The contractors had come in and done their estimates for insurance purposes and now he was in deliberations with the companies insurance to pay for the damages. They were deliberating on some of the possible damage that could have been there around the water heaters before they were replaced by the company. Lance was pissed, because it didn't matter, not really, because it was damaged now.
The shop tenets that leased from Lance, were already having their places worked on fixing the damages from the water. Lance made sure to take care of them, knowing that they had rented from him for so long and had been good about everything over the years.
During the day, he handled his job and the issues with the club. At night, he became my little pet who needed to be punished for all the naughty thoughts and things he'd admit to doing.
Sometimes, the punishment was to be tied up, restrained and forced to watch as I play with Kim.
Always being teased, bending over in front of him, spreading for his view, the touching, the sounds, the promises that are made....
It drives me wild with the power of watching him struggle. It's been hard the past three days, not to just tie him up and mount him, to fuck him like a sex deprived maniac. If I had balls, they'd be cobalt blue. I've not touched myself or let him find release as punishment for having a wet dream, waking me up to find him touching himself in his sleep.
Thank goodness it's Friday! I think I'm going to spank those beautiful cheeks of his, till I'm dripping, then fuck him while he's sitting on the spiked mat.
Smiling to myself at the thought, I climb into my car and head home. I practically skip up the pathway and into my house, taking the steps two at a time to take a shower and get ready.
I don't know when Lance will be getting here, so I just go ahead and dress in my leather pencil skirt, then lacing up one of my stiffer corsets, throwing a black blouse on over top. My hair is up in a loose curly bun, my makeup, is minimal. I look good.
I head downstairs and start to make something simple for dinner. The stir fry is almost done when I hear the door open and close.
Lance walks in sniffing the air, " Oh that smells so good." He groans, hungry and searching.
"It'll be done soon. Go shower and hurry back down." I say over my shoulder as I clean some items at the sink.
Lance's footsteps can be heard going upstairs, and just as I'm plating our food, he comes walking in the dining room, in workout shorts and a white tank that showed off his muscles.
I have to make sure I don't start to drool, I've become so flustered the past few days.
"So how was your day?" Lance asks as we take our seats.
"It was fine, nothing too exciting happened really." I inform him, and return the question. "What about yours?" I take a bite, crossing my legs to alleviate some of the tension in my lower half.
"Better, now that I'm here." He says with a stiff smile, but his eyes spark with anger deep in them. By that statement and look, I know something happened.
"Oh no. What happened?" My concern is undeniable as I lean forward, reaching for his one hand on the table.
He lets me take his tense hand, but doesn't grip my hand. He just stares off into space for a moment.
"I'm taking them to court. My insurance company will pay for the repairs to everything, but their insurance is still trying to lowball our claims. They're wanting a second estimate from a different company, one they choose. I'm not playing their fucking games any more." He grinds his jaw and says the last part through clenched teeth.
I've never seen him so angry before.
I start to take my hand back, when his sudden movement to keep it, makes me jump and flinch in reflex.
Lance is immediately up and comes toward me, "Lirael! I'm so sorry!"
All I see though, is Billy coming towards me, his bloody fist out, ready to strike me, "Baby, I'm so sorry! I know it hurts, but you have to learn...." I can feel the wind of his fist coming towards me, smell his cheap cologne and aftershave that makes my stomach turn.
My body crumples onto the floor, scooting back from the table, covering my face and head with my arms. "No! Billy, I learned! Please don't!" I'm gasping terrified of the pain that's about be inflicted on me any second.
Only... nothing comes, except my sobs of terror.
"Lirael?" That voice is not Billy's rough and accusatory tone. It's different.
I peak out from behind the bend of my elbow, and see Lance on the floor, a few feet away, arms out, palms up, looking devastated at me.
"Lance?" I whisper, looking around for Billy. Knowing he'll come out around the corner when I've let my guard down. "Where is he? Where's Billy hiding?" I choke back an anxious sob, moving to cover my head again.
"Lirael, Billy is not here. He can't hurt you anymore, you had a flashback. He's not here. It is just you and me, safely in your house." Lance is trying to calm me down as what he says triggers my other memories.
"That's right.. I got away from him.." I look around and confirm it's true and burst into relieved sobs.
Lance slowly approaches me, placing a hand gently on me, letting me come to him, wrapping me up loosely in his arms, allowing me to cry. He reminds me that I am safe and that I survived, that no one will ever be able to hurt me like that again.
It takes a little while, but eventually I've calmed down. He helps me stand on shaky legs and has me sit at the table. He grabs a wet towel and wipes my face, letting the cool cloth relieve me.
"Do you still have an appetite? Or should I put dinner away?" Lance asks me, gently caressing my face.
I look at the food, shaking my head at it. I couldn't speak at the moment, my mind still making sure I was out of danger, couldn't help me out in speaking.
Lance puts dinner away, comes back to me, picks me up in his arms and starts to carry me upstairs.
I feel open, raw, exposed, bare, defenseless, and vulnerable. Shaking still even in Lances arms, where I knew I was safe.
He places me on the bed and starts to help me take off my blouse as he states, "Let's get you in a bath, to help you relax..." But stops once he see's what's underneath.