Page 47 of The Catcher
Tanner was angrily jerking his clothes off and preparing to come in with me.
“Get the fuck over here,” he bit out, stepping in the shower and grabbing me with a hard hand. With the other he spanked my ass.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I cried, and he pressed me bodily into the side of the shower, so tightly that I felt the air forced from my lungs and I could barely breathe.
One hand pressed my head into the hard shower tiles, the other one was now snaking around the front of me. He knocked my knees apart.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
I did, feeling myself slip on the cold floor.
Since I was naked, he was able to shove his fingers right up my pussy and I couldn’t resist a pained squeak as his fingers brushed my NuvaRing. I thought maybe he’d keep going, piston his fingers roughly in and out of me. But he put his fingers firmly around the ring and yanked it out. He examined the ring in his fingers, wet from my cunt.
I had nothing to say, feeling my eyes widen and my breath start to catch at the look on his face.
When he spoke, his voice was cold and menacing. “I told you not to be on birth control.”
“H-how did you find out?” I asked.
“Your phone,” he said shortly, yanking open the window and throwing the ring out of it, as far as he could as my jaw dropped.
“You looked through my phone!” I said indignantly.
“Damn right,” he said. “Baby, you don’t get anything private from me. I want to controleverythingabout you. I want to make sure you don’t run away from me again.”
I screamed, and he put his mouth over mine, muffling the sound, his fingers stroking my jaw, making sure I knew hewanted my mouth open for him, my thighs spread so he could press his hard cock into my sore cunt.
“Do I even have a job still?” I asked as I buttoned one of the outfits he’d had dry-cleaned and hanging in the closet for me.
“Always,” he said. There was an infinitesimal pause, then he asked, “do you want more money? I can make them give you more money.”
“No, Tanner,” I said, slipping my high heels on, my eyes fixed on the door. “I don’t want more money.”
I started to head out but Tanner grabbed me and pulled on my long hair, forcing me to look at him. “You’restillnot looking at me,” he said.
“Why do you care?” I flared at him.
“I don’t like you not looking at me,” he said.
“Again, why do you care?” I retorted bitterly. “I know you’ve trapped me into fucking you whenever you want, so why do you need me looking at you?”
“I’ll cut this hair off,” he threatened, stepping so close to me that I could see the muscle throb in his jaw. “You have to look at me and talk to me even when we’re not fucking.”
I huffed in annoyance. “You can’t make melikeyou, Tanner.”
His silvery eyes darkened, and he stepped close to me, running a finger along my jawline, then through one of my curls, twining it around his finger and pulling my heavy hair aside so he could see my neck, his eyes lighting up with pleasure to see the marks he had made.
“Yes, I can,” he said. “I am going to make youloveme.”
When I looked at him, gobsmacked, he said, “let’s go. You have to run the camera. Day 1 of going vegan for the playoffs.”
If I thought everyone would ask where I had gone and why, I was mistaken. They were all caught up in the thrill of making the playoffs and relieved to see me. It was just accepted as a given that Tanner had drug me back.
“Tanner was hitting absolute shit while you were gone,” Steak said, his cherubic bearded face creased up in a smile. “And Miguel called his ex. The whole place was in shambles.”
“It can’t have been that bad,” I smiled. “You won the wildcard game. And you’re hitting .285.”
“Don’t memorize his stats,” Tanner said. “Mine are the only ones you’re supposed to be worried about.”
