Song for this chapter:  Crave - Tove Lo

"I didn't hurt you too much did I?" Nate questioned calmly as he ran his fingers slowly through his visibly sweaty hair. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his body slightly turned so that he could look at me while we talked.

Personally, it could have been a little more painful, but it was still very much adequate and took some of the edge off but now the only thing that was starving was my stomach.

"I think you cheating on me, hurt much worse," I teased, throwing myself back onto the bed in a pouty manner, "I am starving though."

"I thought you were going to stop using that against me," Nate murmured, his voice sounded strained as he stood up from the bed. I lifted my head up quickly and glared at him, how was he going to expect me not to bring that up. I was going to hold that over his head for the rest of the relationship, probably even longer.

"You're lucky I don't just get even," I sneered while I grabbed one of the black pillows and tossed it at his head. The pillow hit the side of his face and fell down to the ground. Nate's jaw clenched tightly for a moment before he turned away from the bed.

"What do you want to eat?" Nate asked, clearly changing the subject.

"Food," I answered back quickly while rolling over onto my stomach. I winced in pain as the bite marks that littered the front of my body rubbed against the blanket. Jesus, how many did times did the guy have to bite me. I rolled back over onto my back and stared up at the roof thinking of all the dark and sinister things that his hands could do to me, and the same begging feeling rose in my stomach again. Goddammit not again. Nate brings out such a dark side of me.

"Get dressed, I'll cook something," Nate spoke in a commanding tone, as he pulled one of his black hoodies over his bare torso.

I raised a brow suspiciously, "You know how to cook?"

"Doesn't everyone?" Nate questioned as he pulled on his jeans, and buckled the belt that was still wrapped snugly in the belt loops.

"Nope," I answered, "If it isn't microwavable, I can't cook it."

"You are shameless," Nate whined in a low tone, "How did I ever fall in love with someone so useless."

"You are on thin ice," I hissed, sitting up in the bed. Truthfully even just the idea of putting on clothes felt like such a damn chore. I could stay nude in my comfortable bed for the rest of my life. I leaned over the bed and grabbed one of my knitted sweaters and a pair of spandex shorts out of the pile of clothes that were spread out on the floor. I thought I had just cleaned in here, fuck I am such a slob.

"Hurry up and you can drive my truck," Nate spoke calmly, swirling his truck keys on his finger while he leaned up against the door frame of my room.

"We could just take my car. I mean it's not like I use the thing anymore with you as a chauffeur," I offered, sliding the sweater over my head quickly. I reached up and pulled my trapped hair out from under the sweater and put my hair into a quick ponytail.

"Nope. You can drive the truck," Nate answered back sternly.

"Fine," I grumbled dragging myself out of the bed, and wiggling myself into the pair of tight shorts, and went to leave the dimly lit bedroom. But an arm was wrapped around my waist holding me in my place.

"You are not wearing that in public," Nate growled, "Change now."

"No," I responded firmly. What the hell what I was wearing was nothing to the outfits that I normally wore to school. "Since when do you care what the hell I wear."

"Then I guess we aren't going anywhere," Nate spoke lowly and lifted my body up from the ground with just the strength of his one arm. I dropped my shoulders and sighed loudly in annoyance. What the hell was he hoping to accomplish.

He moved quickly towards the bed and without warning I was thrown back onto the bed, and the landing was anything short of pleasant.

"What the hell," I hissed.

"Have you not learned anything," Nate spoke lowly. I couldn't tell if he was angry, but had the same sinister look that burned in his eyes from before.

He reached forward and took a handful of hair into my hair and pulled my face forcefully closer to his, "When I tell you to do something you do it."

I stared up at him with the same lost look from earlier, why was I suddenly back in this sexual trance like I would do anything and everything for him. I nodded my head slowly and parted my lips slowly, hoping that he would understand what I wanted. Without hesitation his hot lips were mashed into mine, his tongue licked at my bottom lip slowly before he pulled away. I whimpered softly wanting him to continue to make me feel good.

"You can have more when you get changed and behave," Nate said sternly.

I let out another whimper and nodded my head slowly, my tongue licked the bottom of my lip wanting to taste him more. Why the hell was I acting like some dumb submissive? But either way, if he was going to cook me food and fuck me again who was I to complain. 

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A/N - Sorry the chapter is so short and maybe not the greatest chapter ever written, but for the past week I have been dealing with a really bad head cold/fever combo so I really tried my hardest to make the weekly update this week. So thank you for understanding, and thank you for your love and support.