All the President's Men 2: Tyler's Tasty Treat (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 4

  She wasn’t as fragile as she looked. Yes, she was small and slim, but she had discovered that she received less attention from the various men they had stayed with that way and there had never been enough food to eat. When there was, she ate sparingly, so as not to look greedy.

  Her dad had always yelled at her not to take advantage of the people they were staying with, even though he had taken advantage of everyone they ever knew.

  Tammy lay there thinking, tears rolling down her face for all her losses and trying to figure out what she had done wrong and why Tyler, too, had left her.

  She was just starting to drift off to sleep when the door opened. Tyler strode in, smiling, “Okay, baby, all done, let’s go back to bed now,” he said as he lifted her and carried her back to his room.

  Chapter Six

  Tammy snuggled into Tyler’s chest, smiling, and felt a tear slide down her face.

  Seeing the tear, Tyler sat on the side of the bed with her in his lap. “Why are you crying, baby?” he asked softly.

  “I’m just so happy you came back for me. I thought you didn’t want me.”

  “Why would you think that, baby? I will always want you,” he answered, leaning down to brush her lips with his.

  “I just thought…oh never mind, everything’s okay now,” Tammy answered, wrapping her hands around his head and holding him to her.

  Tyler wanted to ask more, but felt this wasn’t the time. He turned on the bed and laid them both down. Then he pulled Tammy to him and pulled a blanket over them. They would rest a while, and then he would get her up and feed her.

  * * * *

  After Tammy fell asleep, Tyler went to check messages and see if there was any new information from Dillon. Checking messages, there was nothing new, so he called the man.

  “Hey, bro, what’s up?” he asked, casual in his good mood.

  “Wow, man, you sound happy. The girl good?” Dillon asked.

  “Better than you know, man. What did you find?”

  Dillon went on to explain that he was still working on tracking down Tammy’s father and that he had no new information to report.

  Tyler thanked him and sat to read the reports Dillon had sent him, he hadn’t really done more than review them.

  After a couple hours he went to check on Tammy. She needed to get up and eat. He wanted to look at her back again and make sure the bandages were still in place. Then he was going to try and help her with her memory and see if they could figure out what had happened to her.

  Sitting on the side of the bed, he moved the hair out of her face, and trailed his lips across her forehead, “Hey, sleepyhead, time to wake up,” he said softly.

  Tammy stirred and stretched. “How long have I been asleep?” she asked, yawning.

  “A couple hours, and I have dinner ready, so come and eat,” Tyler told her, helping her sit up.

  “Okay, I need to find some clothes.” She smiled.

  Tyler turned her and looked at her back. “Looks good,” he said and walked to his closet, grabbing a shirt.

  “Here wear this, you don’t need anything else, it’s just us.”

  “Oh, okay.” Tammy thought about protesting, but really couldn’t come up with a good reason.

  They ate dinner and Tyler cleaned the kitchen. Taking her by the hand, he led her to the living room and sat on the couch, pulling her into his lap.

  “I want to try something, honey. I want to do an exercise that I think will help you with your memory. Are you willing to try?” he asked her, wrapping one hand around her waist and pulling her to sit sideways on his lap.

  “I guess,” she answered. Oh shit, what did she do now? Should she tell him she had her memory back, or should she go along with his game and pretend to have things come back while they were talking? Could she pull this off so that he didn’t suspect anything? This was probably the best way to “get her memory back” and not have him be suspicious. She decided to go for it.

  “Okay, I want you to relax and close your eyes.” Tyler told her, using a remote to darken the room until there was very little light. Once the room was dark and the only noise was the sound of their breath, Tyler told her in a calm soothing voice, “Now Tammy, I want you to slowly count backwards from one hundred, thinking only of your counting, with nothing else on your mind.”

  Tammy started. “One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven,” she said, slowly counting as Tyler had asked.

  “Now, keep counting and listen to the sound of my voice, I’m going to take you back to the road that night, I want you to tell me what you remember, the sound, the feel, the smell, anything around or near you.”

  Concentrating on the numbers and Tyler’s words, Tammy let her mind drift. Slowly she started. “It was dark, I was cold. I hurt all over. The ground was cold, there was nothing, no one. I could go nowhere. No one could help me. No one was around. I was so cold and my back—my back really hurt.” Tammy felt the tears starting, but couldn’t do anything about it.

  Pulling her closer, Tyler gently ran his hand over her bare thigh and encouraged her to go on. “It’s okay, baby, I’m here,.” he said, soothing her.

  Tammy took a deep shuddering breath, trying to calm herself. She hadn’t known it would be this hard to tell. “I was sore and tired. I had been running, and I couldn’t run any further.” She started sobbing.

  “It’s okay, you’re safe now. I won’t let anyone hurt you. Can you tell me what you were running from?”

  “My father, the men, I…” she muttered incoherently. “I had to get away. It hurt so bad, my back. Why did they do that?”

  Tyler held her closer and tried to comfort her. He knew what had happened to her was bad, but had no idea her father was involved. He needed to get to Dillon and make sure they didn’t contact the father until he had more details. He had a feeling this was very bad.

  Not wanting to press her any further, he held her tighter and let her cry and mumble. She muttered incoherently for several minutes before she seemed to pull herself together and took a deep breath.

  “Tyler, I need to make a confession. I’m not what I seem,” she told him quietly and started shaking.

  “Why are you shaking, baby? Nothing you could tell me would change the way I feel for you. Whatever it is, we will deal with it together. You are not alone.”

  Tammy reached both arms around his neck and pulled his head down to brush his lips with hers. “Thank you. I haven’t had anyone to depend on in a long time.”

  Tyler didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to let her know that he had investigated her and what they had found out. He wanted her to tell him because she wanted to, not because he made her. He wanted her to trust him.

  He could see a future with her and he wanted that future built on trust, not on fear or anything else. If he didn’t get her to trust him, he could never do the things he wanted to with her.

  He knew he was going to have to go slow, since she was young and innocent, but he felt things for her that he had never felt for anyone else. He could see himself spending his life with this woman.

  Knowing there was no easy way to start, Tammy just let it out. “My father is a very screwed up man. He’s done a lot of bad things and my childhood was not good after my mom died. We spent lots of time moving around and I never really had a home. My dad gambles, on anything and everything,” she told him, filling in the details of her life.

  “Just before you found me, my dad did the most terrible thing he has ever done. His gambling was very bad and he got in deep, so deep that there was no way he could pay off his debts. One day he came home with two men to the sleazy hotel we were staying at. When he walked through the door, he turned to the men and gave me to them to pay off his debt. They must have drugged me with something, because when I woke up I was hanging by my arms from the ceiling in a big empty room and they were beating my back. I think I passed out, because I woke up on the floor. That’s how I got away. There was no one around and the door was open. I
ran. That’s when you found me. I’m sure they are looking for me. If they find me, I’m afraid they will kill me or worse.”

  Tyler sat and let her finish her story. When she appeared to be done, he said, “That’s terrible. Why did you say you aren’t what you appear?” She couldn’t think any of this was her fault. He was not going to let her get away with that.

  “This is the bad part. I knew who I was and what had happened all along. I was just afraid of being found and didn’t want anyone to know my name. I thought if the hospital had my name, my father or the men could find me.”

  As she finished, she started shaking again. “Tyler, I don’t know what will happen if they find me. I want to stay here with you. I think you can keep me safe. Will you keep me safe?” she asked, burying her face in his shoulder and starting to cry again.

  Holding her tighter if possible and trying not to hurt her, Tyler did his best to reassure her by placing kisses on her head and face, rubbing his hands over her body. “Baby, I will protect you. You are safe here and those men will never find you. If they do, I will make sure they don’t hurt you again, and I have lots of friends that will help.”

  “Don’t let me go,” she started crying, finally letting go of her control. She had been independent for so long, it felt good to have someone else to depend on. Her soul knew she could trust this man and that he would never let her down. She didn’t know how she knew, but she did.

  She cried for a long time, letting out all the hurt and disbelief. With all that had happened, she hadn’t had time to react to what her father had done, she had just coped with all that was going on.

  Now that she could react, she cried. She cried for her mother, she cried for her childhood, she cried for her teen years. She cried for it all, but most of all, she cried because of what her father had done. Part of her couldn’t believe that he had given her to those men, and part of her wasn’t really surprised. If it wouldn’t have been for her working and bringing him money, he probably would have left her long ago. He had tried to leave her with family or friends a couple times, but no one had been willing to take on the burden of a young girl.

  When she started to calm down, Tyler stood with her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Laying her on the bed, he crawled in beside her, pulling her to him. He didn’t plan on doing anything but holding her. He wanted her close.

  Tammy turned to face him and looked into his eyes. “Tyler, will you make love to me? I need you to hold me and make me feel wanted.”

  Tyler wanted nothing more. Turning them so that she was laying on her back and he was crouching over her, he leaned down to kiss her, gently at first then with increasing passion and when she opened for him, he swept her mouth with his tongue, exploring every nook and cranny as if searching for treasure.

  Breaking the kiss, he lifted her hands over her head telling her to hold on to the brass headboard. Slowly, he worked his way down her body, licking, nipping, and tasting along her skin until he reached her breasts.

  There he lavished her breasts, running his tongue round and round, he brought her nipples to tight peaks, only then to grab them with his thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling.

  Tammy was arching off the bed moaning and begging, making the cutest little sounds, and he hadn’t even started yet.

  Continuing his journey down her body, he briefly stopped at her navel, swirling his tongue around it before continuing to the apex of her thighs.

  Lifting one of her legs over his shoulder, he flattened his tongue and tasted her. Licking her slowly back and forth, he was just tasting and enjoying his girl.

  Tammy arched and groaned, needing more that he was giving her. When she reached to pull his head to where she needed he stopped.

  “Baby, where are your hands supposed to be? I told you to hold on. You don’t want to be punished, do you?” This wasn’t how he had planned on introducing her to BDSM, but it was the perfect opportunity to see how she responded to the idea of punishment.

  Bondage, Domination, Submission and Masochism was something that meant a lot to Tyler. He didn’t practice all aspects of the lifestyle, but he did need the domination and submission. Especially in the bedroom, but also in all aspects of his life, he needed his women to submit and let him take charge.

  He had been doing this with Tammy, but she didn’t know it. Without even realizing it, he had taken over and taken charge of her life.

  Tammy was confused. Didn’t he want her touching him? “What, you want me to…”

  “Baby, I know it’s confusing, and you are new to this. Holding your hands over your head frees up your body to respond to me. I don’t want you to think, just to feel. Can you do that for me?”

  Tyler lifted up and moved her hands back where he wanted them. “Hold on baby.” He smiled at her, brushing her lips quickly as he slid back down her body. “You don’t want me to spank you.”

  Spank her? She never got spanked. She needed to talk to him more about this, but now he had his mouth back on her clit and all she could think of was coming. Now.

  “Oh my God, please, please.” She moaned. She needed him so bad. “Please.”

  “Yes, baby, I know.” He said against her skin, sucking and licking her clit and slit. Running his tongue up and down. He slowly slipped one, then two fingers inside her pussy, thrusting in and out.

  She moaned and arched, moving her hips restlessly trying to find her release. In her need, she moved her hands again, reaching for him, trying to find the relief her body needed.

  Tyler sighed and lifted himself off of her.

  It took Tammy a minute to realize that he had stopped. “Why did you stop?” she demanded. She was so close, right on the edge, so what was his problem?

  “Where did I tell you to keep your hands?”

  “What does that matter?” Tammy was frustrated and he wasn’t being fair.

  Sighing again, Tyler moved to her side and sat back on his heels. “Tammy, I asked you to keep your hands on the headboard. I asked more than once, and I told you what would happen if you didn’t listen. I practice an alternate lifestyle in the bedroom. It’s called BDSM, do you know anything about it?”

  “Yes, I’ve read about it in my books. What does it have to do with me not keeping my hands on the headboard? You’re not really going to spank me…are you?”

  “If we were involved in BDSM play I would. Do you think I’d lie to you?” Tyler should have explained more to her before they started. Now was not the time for this.

  “Grown women don’t get spanked, you have got to be kidding.” Tammy was now sitting up with her legs crossed in front of her and her arms crossed over her chest.

  “Baby, in my life, women get spanked all the time, sometimes for punishment, sometimes for fun. A spanking is not always a bad thing if it’s done correctly.” The last thing he wanted was to be having this conversation with her now. He knew they would at some point, but he had other plans for tonight. Tonight was supposed to be about her and making her feel safe, not punishing her. Sometimes he wished he didn’t have the urges he did, but it was part of him and there was no changing it.

  “Baby we will have this talk, but now I can think of other things I want to do.” He told her crawling back over her and laying her back down. Leaning down he started kissing her, bringing them both back to where they had been. Running his hands over her body, he palmed, then pinched both her nipples before trailing his hand between her legs. Running his fingers through her slit, he circled her clit several times before rimming her back hole.

  “Tammy, have you ever played here?” he asked. He didn’t think she had, but wanted to hear her response.

  “No…I…oh,” she groaned as his finger slipped in a little more.

  “We will baby, we will.” He said, his voice gravelly . He dipped his finger in a bit further, rimming it around before pulling it out.

  He loved hearing the sounds she was making. Rolling them over, he lifted her to sit astride him, her legs on either side of
his hips.

  “Oh God, just finish me off. I need so bad, please,” she moaned, needing to come like she had never come before.

  Grabbing a condom from the side of the bed, he put it on. He lifted her enough to fit them together and thrust inside her.

  Holding her by the hips, he lifted her up and down, faster and faster, bringing them both to the completion they had been longing for.

  Tammy fell forward, her head on Tyler’s shoulder. She couldn’t believe how her body had responded.

  “Tyler, that was incredible. I didn’t know it could be like that. Will it always be that way? Can we do that again?” she asked. Then she leaned down and took one of his tight little nipples in her mouth.

  Tyler threaded his hands through the hair at the back of her head and pulled her slightly away from him to look into her eyes.

  “Baby, it will just get better and better. There is so much I want to show and teach you, but are you willing to explore with me?”

  Tammy wasn’t sure exactly what he was asking her, but if it would always be like what had just happened, she was willing to try. “Yes, I want to explore and learn how to please you. Teach me the things you like.” She answered him, looking into his eyes.

  “Thank you baby, that means more to me than you can know.” He said, sealing the deal with a long passionate kiss.

  Lifting her off of him, he stood and went to the bathroom to remove the condom and get a warm wet rag to clean her. When he came back to the bedroom, she was curled into a ball in the middle of the bed, her little bottom sticking out and beckoning him. Ignoring his cock, he parted her legs and gently cleansed her of her fluids.

  She moaned a protest and moved restlessly, but let him finish caring for her. After taking the cloth back to the bathroom, he came back to the bed and crawled in behind her, pulling her lush bottom to fit to his pelvis. Maybe in the morning he could take her again. Covering them both with a quilt, he cupped a breast and tucked her head under his chin. He felt her squirm a little to get comfortable and fit herself to him before he felt her relax back into his embrace, cozy and content. Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep.