Caged Heart (2 page)

"Are you sure? I hit you kind of hard there."

She was a little disoriented, but she could still make out his wet and glistening body in the light coming from his room. She felt a little awkward and tried to get past him but he stood in her way.

"I'm fine, just a little tired."

"OK...well... good night then." he smiled.

"Goodnight." she said in a hushed tone as she walked away, covering her chest with her arms.

Selene had not only gotten her shirt wet but her panties were also drenched. She walked back to her room in shame for being turned on by someone she couldn't have. She took the wet shirt and bra off and decided to only wear a tank top and her panties to bed. The wine and most likely her recent encounter with Dorian had made her very horny and what else could she do, except grab her trusty dildo. It wasn't as good as the real thing, but it would suffice.

Selene got the toy out of the drawer and lay on the bed, with her legs wide open. Her nipples had gotten hard from touching his bare chest, and she reached for her left breast. She pulled the top away and lowered the purple jelly dildo down to her crotch. She was still wet through the cotton panties and moved the fabric aside with the jelly cock.

Selene trailed it across her plump pussy lips and moaned from the sweet pleasure. She began to pluck at her nipples and grew wetter from their sensitivity. She quickly inserted the toy into her tight center, and it slid inside with a wet, sloshing sound. She closed her eyes and pretended that it was the man down the hall inside her. She wanted him to pin her down with his gorgeous muscular body and take her…fuck her with his hard cock. She moved her toy slowly at first and took in the full length of the 6 inch mold. Her hands began to move faster and faster, as she did her best to stifle her moaning.

She then
uttered the words, "Mmm fuck me Dorian…fuck me baby."

Selene froze in place when she heard the door creak.

She looked up and realized that she hadn't properly shut the door. She could make out a dark silhouette peeping through the narrow opening. Selene realized that she was so distracted by bumping into Dorian that she hadn't made sure her door was completely closed. She didn't move and waited. The figure realized that they’d been found out and quickly moved away from the door. The person walked away and she heard the door to the guestroom close quietly. Selene pulled the dildo out of her and stood up. She felt a little dizzy and had to sit back down for a few seconds, to let it pass.

Had she imagined it? She wasn't sure but she sincerely hoped that it really was just her imagination. She walked up to the door, turned on the lights and looked out into the hallway. At the foot of her door was a little puddle of water. She slowly peeked out and saw a trail of wet footprints leading back to Dorian's room.

Selene didn't sleep much that night. She was worried about facing
Dorian the next day and thought that he would try to humiliate her in front of Tony. She knew what they were like; most of Tony's friends. They didn't like her very much because she didn't fit their standards. She was tired but didn't know what to do. She had to make them breakfast as part of the deal.

It was now 6am and she was wide awake. Like clockwork, she could hear Tony getting ready for his usual hour-long morning jog. He walked past and knocked on Dorian's door. She could hear them talking but couldn't make out what was being said. She decided to wait till after they were gone to start breakfast. She didn't want to run into them…at least not yet. Her plan was to keep to herself all day and not leave her room too much.

"If Dorian says something to Tony, so be it!" she thought. "Just another asshole in the pack!"

Of course she really didn't want to think about Dorian in such a way. Selene liked something about him, other than his appearance but she was prepared for trouble. She could now hear multiple footsteps going back and forth and couldn't tell who they belonged to. The door to the guest room closed and a few seconds later she heard them leaving out the front door. She waited a few minutes until all was silent.

***

Selene had an hour to get everything ready and that was more than enough time. Cooking was her specialty. She had already planned her little menu for breakfast: sausage links, a vegetable omelet, and blueberry pan-cakes. If she made enough to keep them full, they wouldn't bug her too much for the rest of the day.

The pancakes would be made first since the recipe was the most complicated out of the three. She spent the first half of the hour toiling away and made 15 large pancakes; enough to feed a huge family. To save a little time, she would work on the omelet and links at once. She got the links out of the fridge and dropped them into a skillet.

"This should make that dummy happy." she thought to herself, as the links were frying.

"Mmm that smells good!" a voice said behind her.

She was so startled, that she jumped and knocked the skillet over. It was none other than Dorian standing behind the counter, shirtless and smiling at her.

"Whoa careful!" he said and rushed over to the stove.

"You scared the crap out of me!"

"Sorry... didn't mean to." he laughed.

"It's... okay."

In her head she was really screaming "What the hell is he doing here?"

"Did... didn't you go jogging with Tony?"

"Oh... I was really tired from yesterday's boxing and I told Tony I was gonna take it easy this weekend. I need a break. My whole body's sore." he said, touching his right shoulder.

"Oh...okay."

"I see the chef's at work early this morning. Need any help?"

"No I've got it. I'm almost done."

"Scared I'm gonna ruin breakfast?

"It's not that...I can manage."

"Well you have another skillet getting ready for something. I can watch the links and let you work on that." he said, staring at the empty frying pan.

"Well okay. Promise you won't let them burn?" 

"Promise!"

Selene was really panicking inside. She couldn't even look him in the eye. She moved away from the stove to give him room and walked to the fridge to get some eggs. Her hands were shaking so badly that she almost dropped one of them.

"Please, please, please don't bring last night up." she kept repeating in her head, over and over again.

He was concentrating on the semi thawed links and didn't look back at her. She laid the ingredients on the counter and started combining them. His back was turned to her and she kept glancing at him every few seconds. She took notice of a symmetrical tribal tattoo that ran down his spine. If one looked long enough they would probably see a resemblance to a spear. It was very beautiful work and it complemented his well-defined back. She wanted to touch it... amongst other things; however, now was not the time to start letting her thoughts run away. He was, after all, right in front of her.

"What are you making?" he asked and looked back at her.

"A veggie omelet... you don't mind peppers and mushrooms do you? Tony likes to load up his breakfast with vegetables."

"No, that sounds great actually. I haven't had a good home cooked meal in months."

"How come? Is training getting in the way?"

"Yeah, that and when I was with my ex she would cook for me but with my crazy schedule I don't have too much time for myself anymore."

"Yea, I understand. That's why I try to help Tony out. He can be an idiot sometimes but I know how hard he wants this. He didn't have any support from the rest of our family. They all thought he made a bad choice pursuing a fighting career."

"Oh yeah? Why is that?"

"Well I can't really answer for them. I'm sure they have their own reasons... but from my perspective it's tough watching someone you love taking a beat down. Not that I'm saying Tony can't handle himself in a fight, but it hurts my heart sometimes to watch him." she said sadly.

"So you do watch the fights?" he asked as he turned towards her and began placing the sizzling links on a serving tray.

"Sometimes... it's exciting watching them, but when it's Tony in there... I don't know..." she paused." It's tough."

He smiled at her as she looked down and continued mixing the thick batter.

"He's your family. Of course you care if he gets his ass beat." he laughed and she did as well.

"It's funny sometimes actually, especially when they're talkin' smack and displaying the manliness. I get a kick out of it…all that testosterone in the air!" 

"Have you ever seen my fights?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

She frowned and thought about all the fights she had seen.

"No...I don't think I have. Yesterday was my first time seeing you…I think."

"Well you're gonna have to promise to watch my next fight." 

"Oh yeah?" she giggled. "When is it?"

"In two weeks. I'm flying out to Vegas."

"Who are you fighting?"

"Volchev." he said nonchalantly.

Her mouth dropped and she frowned at him.

“Volchev? That guy?”

She was hoping that she heard wrong but apparently Dorian was to fight the "Russian Bear." Volchev was a beast of a man who probably weighed over 250 lbs. and was well known for his hard knockout punches. The heavy weight class ranged from 206 lbs. to 265 lbs. and he was much bigger than Dorian. Most would assume Dorian to be clearly outmatched.

"How much do you weigh?" she said with a frown still on her face.

"215 give or take." he said with the most amused look on his face.

"That guy is freakin' huge!" she said out loud, with a hand covering her mouth.

She realized that her reaction implied that Dorian couldn't take the Russian on and she began to feel bad.

"Wait, that came out wrong...I didn't mean to..."

"It's ok." he laughed. "Are you worried about me?"

"Well... I'm sure you're a great fighter…it's just that, that guy is no joke. I've seen what his opponents look like after his fights and they're a mess." she said looking concerned.

She had actually forgotten about what happened the night before and was being her normal self.

"Well, did you know that I beat Tony? The first fight he lost was to me, and he's probably about 20 lbs. heavier. It's not always about the size of a fighter. Depending on their skills, anyone can have an advantage over a bigger fighter."

"That was you? I remember when he came home after that fight. He was really upset. I guess he was letting his winning streak get to his head."

"He's a great fighter and I really respect him. I know what it feels like to lose and then have to pick your-self back up again. It's a hard thing to do...and he's lucky that he had you in his corner." he said with a smile.

"Me? I don't even think I do much to encourage him. At first I made fun of him because it seemed his head was blowing up when he just kept winning. But I started to feel bad for him and gave him some space. I think he's gotten over it though and things are back to normal."

"He talks about you a lot you know...when we train together. I thought you were his girlfriend at first." he laughed.

"What do you mean?”

"Well, you cook, you clean and do a lot of stuff that he can't do for himself… and you don't seem to make a big deal out of it."

"Yea well that moron would probably keel over if I wasn't here." she giggled.

"That's what I mean. He’s lucky!"

"Well thanks, I appreciate it... after last night he..." and then it all came back to her.

Last night.

She was quiet for a minute as they stood across the counter. He had a smile on his face and she looked at him with guilty eyes. The front door slammed suddenly and Tony's heavy footsteps were coming towards the kitchen. She nervously chewed on her bottom lip and thanked the heavens that the awkward silence was broken.

"Somethin' smells good!" Tony said as he walked in with his sweats.

She quickly went to the empty skillet and poured the egg batter in slowly. Her heart felt like it was going to explode but she did a great job of pretending that nothing was wrong. Dorian went to the dinner table and sat down as Tony came approached the food. He exercised his disdain for manners and shoved a sausage link into his mouth.

"Damn that's good! I'll take some buttered toast and some black coffee waitress."

"Don't start Tony!" Selene answered in an annoyed tone.

"How you feelin' man?" he asked Dorian.

"I'm alright, still stiff in the shoulders though."

The two continued their talking but she was so immersed in her thoughts that she blocked it all out and stared at the bubbling omelet. She felt like an idiot who had just made a total fool of herself. After talking to Dorian, she didn't think he would really say anything to Tony, but things would still be awkward between them. All she could do was follow his lead and wait to see what he would do. It was an embarrassing moment for her and she wanted to get past it.

"Yo Lene! Earth to Lene!" Tony said, nudging her arm.

"Hmm? What?"

"You need to flip that over before it burns."

Selene, in her deep thoughts didn't realize that the omelet needed to be flipped over five minutes ago. She got herself together and took care of it.

Breakfast was the same as yesterday's dinner. She was quiet for the most part and let them talk. She wasn't a fan of eggs and only had three sausage links and one pancake. She tried not to look in Dorian's direction, even though he kept taking frequent glances at her. When she was done eating, she headed straight for her room and threw herself on the bed. She didn't know if the weekend could get any worse. For the whole day she remained in her room, only taking a few trips to the bathroom.