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“Shit, you’ve seen nothing yet, baby. You’re stuck with me now, and eventually…every night, you have to fall asleep. Wait and see what I do to and with you,” he laughed.

He pulled
on the end of the cord until my arm was tight.

BAM…BAM!

H
e started stapling again.

BAM…BAM!

BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM!

“Pull against it,” he demanded.

I pulled against the two cords.

Nothing.

I felt like Jesus crucified on the cross, my arms stretched out to my sides.

“Well, for the sake of fuck,”
he complained as he looked around the roof.

“What?”
I asked as I looked over my shoulder.

“Well, I used all of my Christmas lights. I don’t have anything for your legs. I can’t tie your legs,” he said in a very serious tone.

“Uhhmm, I can’t go
anywhere.
A tornado couldn’t blow me off of here,” I said.

Our home was a few miles from the small airport outside of Benton. The airfield, originally, was used by local farmers. In recent years, from what Erik said, they refurbished it. People had built expensive homes along the taxiway, most of which had an aircraft hangar attached. The
short length of the runway limited the size of aircraft that could land and take off, but there were always small aircraft flying in and out.

We were a few miles from the airport, and a few miles from the city limit of Wichita. Technically, we lived in the suburbs, but we didn’t have any immediate neighbors. Our home did face the narrow two lane road that connected the airport to Wichita.

Erik reached in front of me and unbuttoned my jeans. He pulled them down to my ankles and removed my shoes. I watched as he set my shoes aside and folded my jeans and set them on top of the shoes. As he knelt behind me, he kissed my inner thighs.

He pressed his head between my legs and began to lick my pussy. As he licked, his finger slid in and out of my wetness. As he began to rub my clit with his fingertip, I felt my legs begin to shake.

Something about being tied to the roof was extremely exciting.

His finger
slid in and out as he licked my pussy from the rear. I bent my knees and pressed my ass further into his face. He forced his tongue deeper and fingered me faster. I bit my bottom lip. His tongue fucked me deeper and faster. His finger tickled my clit. I bit my lip harder. And he began to moan as he licked me.

Oh God.

And.

I came.

I heard a vehicle, opened my eyes, and looked at the window. I watched as the reflection of a truck drove by. I wondered what anyone that drove by might think. I guess considering that Erik and I lived here, maybe people would get used to things like this.

He continued to suck
my clit and lick my pussy. I wiggled, feeling sensitive from the orgasm.

I pulled on the chor
ds.

I wasn’t going anywhere. I swiveled my hips and felt my wet pussy
against his face when I did.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I laughed.

He stood up.

“Excuse me?” he said sharply as he put his hand on my neck.

Oh yes.

Please.

Squeeze it.

“Nothing sir,” I responded as I stared at the shingles of the roof.

I heard his belt unbuckle. I looked down to my left as his pants hit the tops of his boots. I pulled on the chords again.

Shit.

“You want to escape me, baby girl?” he growled into my right ear.

“No sir,” I squeaked.

I felt him penetrate my pussy with his stiff cock. His free hand reached around to my stom
ach and pulled my torso up and backward, forcing my ass to rise. I stood on my tip-toes. He began fucking me harder as he squeezed my neck with a little more force.

His hand on my neck was turning me on.

A trigger.

I pulled on the chords again.

“You’re gonna get it, little girl,” he growled.

He squeezed my neck harder.

He began to fuck me harder and shove himself deep. His hips pounding against my ass made slapping sounds with each stroke. Every inch of his cock was being forced into me. My calves ached from standing on my tip-toes.

I want him to squeeze my neck and fuck me hard.

Really hard.

I pulled on the cords again and growled. I shook my head from side-to-side.

Be careful of what you wish for
. My father always told me that.

He squeezed my neck harder.

And pounded my pussy with force. His cock felt larger than it ever had.

He pulled against my neck, forcing my head closer to his face.

“You’re not going to get away from me. You’re stapled to the roof, you mouthy little shit,” he whispered.

“Who owns you, you little slut?” he asked.

“You do,” I squeaked. His hand was tighter on my neck than it had ever been.

But it wasn’t tight enough.

“Who?” he growled into my ear. His hot breath almost made me cum.

Life offers us decisions. Sometimes we make good ones, and sometimes we make bad ones. When we make these decisions, we often take a chance, hoping that the outcome will be favorable. Making a split-second decision often produces results that we never expected. Turning back the clock and changing the clock and changing our mind
is never an option. My father always told me to take three steps.

Think. Think. Act.

This was good advice.

With Erik, sometimes I just acted.

“Nobody.
Fuck you, untie me!” I screamed as I pulled frantically on the chords.

He squeezed my neck harder. His finger
s dug into my flesh and tightened around my neck. I felt him adjust his hand and grip again.

That’s not tight
enough, I want you to squeeze my neck, Erik.

“Let go of my neck, and untie me now. Nobody owns me,” I screamed.

He squeezed even harder. He forced himself into my pussy like he was trying to kill me.

I began to contract with force.

His hips slapped against my ass.

I started to tingle from my head to my tip-toes.

This was going to be huge.

“If I don’t
own you now, I god damned sure will when we’re done. You’re mine, do you understand me?” he breathed into my ear.

I shook my head as best I could.
I pulled against the chords and growled.

“Fuck you, untie me you cock sucker,” I grunted.

That should do it.

His hand tightened around my neck and I felt him increase his intensity of forcing himself into my soaking pussy. I began to tingle from head to toe. My pussy felt like it was going to e
xplode.

I yanked the cords.

He squeezed tighter and tighter.

I closed my eyes.

And my pussy exploded.  I felt as if I was somewhere else. Certainly not on this earth. I opened my eyes. Everything got milky. I blinked my eyes. The lights were bright. I opened my eyes. Everything was gone.

Black.

I came. And came.

And came.

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…

…

…

…

“Baby girl!” he barked.

I’m not sure if the time between the last time I opened my eyes and when I could finally see again was five seconds or five minutes. I have no way of knowing. All I know for certain is one thing.

One.

I’m figuring this out.

How to get what I want.

And keep Erik happy.

I fucking lov
e this man with all that I am. With all that I can provide. I love him with my entire existence. He breathes life into me. He has allowed me to understand who I am, and not feel broken for being me. I can be myself with Erik and not worry about him criticizing me.

He owns me.

And he always will.

“Baby girl!” he said again.

I heard the click of his knife, and felt him cutting the cords.

I blinked my eyes,
turned to face him and smiled.

“There’s my baby girl,” he said, smiling.

And he shuffled in front of me. With his pants around his ankles, on the roof of the house - the house that
we
owned - he kissed me deeply.

“I love you baby girl. I love you with all that I have,
know that,” he said softly as he held my face in his hands and looked into my eyes.

“I do,” I said.

Every girl wants to say that to a man.

I do.

KELLI.
“I don’t know, Doc. Hell, there are a few options. A tread plate on the leading edge of the steps, carpeting them, and there’s the sandpaper strips - but they will look like shit on these wooden steps,” Bunny said.

“Well fuck, I don’t know Bun, that’s why
you’re
here,” Erik said as he looked up and down the stairs.

“Well, they’re slick as snot, Doc. Hell, she’ll fall half the time she comes down them if she comes in heels or socks,” Bunny said.

I looked at Bunny and back at Erik. I always thought that Bunny was smaller than Erik, but he wasn’t. They could be twins almost if Bunny didn’t have a shaved head. Bunny was maybe an inch shorter than Erik, but you’d never know if they weren’t side by side. Bunny wore jeans, Chuck’s, and a white tee shirt. He had tattoos like Erik. One arm all the way to the wrist and one was tattooed to his elbow. I was studying his tattoos when Erik yelled at me.

“Are you paying attention, baby girl?” he asked.

“Uhhmm, not really. I didn’t hear you,” I answered.

Erik looked at Bunny with a puzzled look and back at me.

“We were talking to you, and you’re standing there drooling. Wipe your lip, baby girl,” he said.

Bunny laughed.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I had been slobbering. I felt like an idiot, I must have zoned out for a few minutes.

“Staring at
you and slobbering. What do ya think of that, Bun?” Erik asked Bunny.

“Shit Doc, she was just in another world. Probably thinking about falling down these slick ass steps,” he laughed.

“I was looking at his tattoos,” I said.

“He’s got more than me, huh Bun?” Erik asked as he stood up from his crouched position.

“Last I knew, I’d say so,” he answered.

“Hell baby, Bunny even has ‘em on his legs,” Erik said, pointing to Bunny’s legs.

“Oh, wow, I didn’t know,” I said, looking at his jeans, wondering what he had on his legs.

Erik walked to the utility room and left Bunny and I at the steps. He had his hand on his chin, and was looking up and down the steps.

“I guess it gets right down to what you prefer, Sis. You want carpet on them? I can match the carpet upstairs pretty good. The wood will stay here in the entry, but not on the steps,” he said, pointing to the wooden floor we were standing on.

“Carpet sounds fun,” I said.

“Fun?” he laughed and shook his head.

“Here we go, Bunny. Hell I can’t believe you came and didn’t bring a tape,” Erik said, holding a tape measure in his hand.

“Well, I was just in the neighborhood. Shit Doc, I rode the bike,” Bunny said apologetically.

“Guess I didn’t realize you rode the sled. Here,” Erik said as he handed him the tape measure.

“Go upstairs, Doc, hold it on the edge of the handrail,” Bunny said as he extended the tape measure up toward the top of the stairs.

Erik went up the stairs and grabbed the end of the tape measure. Bunny pulled the other end to the floor.

“Alright,” Bunny said.

“So where did you learn to do this?” I asked.

“My dad taught me, when I was a little kid,” Bunny said.

“Oh, is it what he does?” I asked.

“Did. Yeah, it’s what he
did
,” he responded.

I
stared at his tattoos. He twisted his arm around in a circle, showing me the rear of it. There was an anchor surrounded by a ribbon and a date with some initials. The date was 10 - 93.

“He was killed in Somalia. Probably about the time you were born,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Yeah, no changing it now, Sis,” he responded.