Nora Farris
Monday, March 18th 2019
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chapter forty-eight- punish me

NO NORA, YOU DON'T GET TO CRY AFTER BEING A DICK. That doesn't stop the warm droplets from spilling harder. What is wrong with me? Ruinous girl.

Someone genuinely loved and cared about me deeply and I said the nastiest thing ever. I'm cruel and undeserving and still the weight of the five hundred felt heavier in my pocket. Weighing me down like an anchor.

A sinking pit in the bottom of my belly, the look in his eyes when I said it. Why did I say it? I was my mothers daughter.

I wipe my tears in the mirror, smudging mascara under my eyes and on my light pink, long sleeve sweater.

I resembled an ugly raccoon thing, and it didn't help that the rainy weather had done a number on my hair.

The truth was, I didn't deserve to cry. I was vile and awful to my mother, my best friend, my boyfriend.

I didn't deserve anything. How was I supposed to work in these conditions?

Lighting strikes outside, causing the fluorescent lights to flicker, the window streaks with rain. For a rainy night, the shop isn't busy at all.

Dani leans over the counter scrolling through her phone, devouring a bowl of chicken and pasta soup. She looks tiny and adorable, her dark hair pulled back in braided pig tails. Her freckles nose and black shirt was flecked with the slightest of flour from kneading pizza dough. It had been so slow Dani and I got to hand make our own bacon, pepperoni, extra sauce, extra cheese pizza.

I sit on a stool behind the dessert counter, wiping my tears, Dani oblivious to the whole thing. Thankfully.

I was feeling so crap, I hadn't even the pizza we made, my stomach was in knots. I texted him i'm sorry twice, hours ago. My shift was almost over.

"Are you crying, girl?" An older Italian man, with curly grey hair and heavy accent asks, I think he said his name was Ensar.

"No." I say, but Dani, looks up at me from her soup and Ensar doesn't look convinced at all.

"Okay. Here's the Philly Cheesesteak and mozzarella sticks for Greg it's a takeout."

Little did Dani and I know it would be our last order of the night.

"You okay, El?" I raise a brow at her. She only used El when she was really concerned. It still felt weird to be acknowledged as Eleanora, only dad did.

"What did I say that for, Dani?" I choke, back more tears. I focus on wiping the counters and the rain outside the window.

The rain would do the crying for me, right now. And did she weep, hard and angry against the window, screaming lighting ever so often.

"Why don't you go to him?"

"Because he hates me."

"Then why do you still have his money?"

I stop wiping for a second. Could it be that simple, I wanted to see him and kiss it better, his face looked so sad, it disgusted me that I was the one to make it look that way.

My therapy session went by in a blur, I'd be lying if I didn't say i'd spent the better half of it in the bathroom trying to call Ezra over and over. No answer, rightfully so.

"What if he slams the door in my face?" I ask.

"What if he doesn't?" She ask grabbing my shoulders, from behind resting her chin on my shoulder. "What if everything goes right and happily ever the end?"

"I don't know, that maybe scares me too."

"You're helpless." There's humor in her tone, but something in her words cause me to straighten my spine a little.

She's so right, I needed to get it together. I was going to get my man, simple.

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My stomach feels like a volcano about to erupt, but I was freezing and wet. My shivering knuckles hover over the door, wavering.

Dani even walked me half way in the rain, I journeyed this far to chicken out?

The new Nora would definitely walk her sad ass home back in the cold wet rain, teary eyed, sobbing; but the old me, the one I missed so dearly, would knock, and demand an answer.

Anything to know he was okay, I didn't even care if he was mad, or sad something vicious back.

I just wanted to tell him three little words.

I knock twice, then once more because i'm scared that wasn't enough and that I wasn't trying hard enough.

There's muffles on the outside and a bark. The door unlocks, then opens. Ezra's looking down at me with those ocean sage eyes, with confusion then an unreadable expression.

He looks adorable in grey sweatpants, that leaves nothing for the imagination, a Penn State Football Uni sweatshirt, messy, floppy brown curls wild and sleepy eyes.

"You better not be giving me that damn money back." He leans on the doorframe, with a big arm, over me. I didn't remember him being so big and towering, but in this moment I felt tiny and submissive.

Which made me feel stupid for not hating the feeling. What would he do if I tried to give him the money?

"Forget the money." I groan out in exasperation. "I love you."

"I love you, Nora, so much." he admits. "I don't let anyone talk to me like this ever."

"I'm sorry." I apologize, meeting his eye.

"Tell me this way." He points up to his lips.

I can't contain a silly grin. I'm smiling into the kiss, as he places a gentle, but firm hand around my neck, seeping the kiss.

It feels like I haven't kissed him in ages, like I was getting water after being deserted in the desert.

He pulls away, gazing down at me, pulling me through the door. "You know I have to punish you?" His tone is low and unrecognizable.

It makes me anxious and sends butterflies through me all over.

"I said sorry, Ez." I tease, but he isn't having it.

He grabs my arm, leading me to his bedroom. I feel drunk and dizzy from excitement, but so scared.

"When you're bad, you get punished, it's the law of the land Nora." He says breaking the tension, closing and locking his bedroom door.

His room is cast red from LED lights and the rain still pours down outside filling the room with the pitter patter on the panes. I'm soothed and suddenly in the mood.

The dark lighting made Ezra's bluey, greens black in the light, which was somehow less intimidating and intense. He grabs a fistful of my hair, continuing our kiss once more.

He bites my lip, ever so often, making me moan. He sits in the edge of the bed, pulling me down with him, to sit in his warm lap.

"You're all wet." He moves hair from my lips and lashes.

I laugh, in more ways then one I suppose.

"Get your mind out the gutter for a second, I don't want you sick, then I can't kiss you." The red light makes him look like a sexy vampire demon.

My heart burst into a million tiny bitty pieces for a second from lovelorn and pining from his sweet words and the loving way he hold my cold body in his warm one.

He moved to stand, moving me, to reach for warm clothes. "Why are you getting me clothes if i'm taking them off, Ez?"

I stand to my feet now to take my wet clothes off, leaving me in a sports bra and calvin klein thong, shivering.

He holds out a sweatshirt not looking convinced.

I stand in front of him, pulling him in for a hug to steal his warmth. "Warm me up, daddy." I say quietly in his chest, so I don't have to see his face when I say it.

I inwardly cringe, but I feel him pressed up against me, excited and ready to do just as I said.

I take off my bra for him, and he throws me on the bed rougher than he's ever been with me. I'm seeing red the room is red, the light shines in my eyes.

His large frame blocks the red, and he's on top on me and i'm naked and so is he and i'm scared, but somehow still wet and he hasn't even done anything.

I blush, it doesn't go unnoticed. He takes his shirt off and I smell his yummy cologne and I want to drown in it and him and the red light.

"Nervous?" His fingers trail the inside of my bare inner thigh, shivers coarse my body. Yes, the shivers and butterflies answer.

"No." I nod my head unconvincingly.

He kisses me soft and tender, before sliding it in deep.

Ezra pulls my hair from the back, so we are eye to eye when he goes deep. He uses his free hand, to pin one of mine.

My other hand is deep in his strong back, and caressing his biceps. I hold in moans and he pounds me so hard I feel it in my stomach, over and over.

It feels like a tide on the sand crashing and pulling. "Ezra." I moan in between muttered curses.

I gasp as he pounds harder, placing a hand on his waist not to push him away,but because I was scared. He pushes my hand away.

"Take it, like a good girl." He flips me over, effortlessly and roughly.

He smacks my ass so hard it echoes the room and stings.

He shoves it in. "E-EZ it's too big." I try and arch my back, but he does further.

"Tell me more about it, princess, tell me how it feels." he all but demands, gripping my hips up, going fast and deep making me whine.

It seems to turn Ezra on.

"It hurts, but it feels really good."

He bends me down further, rubbing my back lovingly, pounding so hard, I lose my balance and cause Ezra to fall out.

"Am I going too hard, baby?"

I'm facing him now, hair wild and heart beating fast.

"Fuck me harder."

He does as I say, kissing my neck, opening my legs, placing them on his shoulder making me squeal with pleasure when he rams into me.

"Is this what you wanted, baby?"

"Yea baby." I say through gasps, close to climax. The tide had grown into a roaring storm crashing.

I clawed my nails into his back as I came, he held me.

"Fuck." My legs are shaking, but he grips them up, not done just yet.

"Shit your pussy feels so good, i'm gonna cum." He pulls out, grunting quietly and cutely.

He cleans me up and gives me cuddles and all bad is forgotten, but I still feel a sense of guilt for hurting this sweet boy.

"I love you so much." He mumbles, eyes closed, light still red. "Stay a while?"

Despite my homework waiting and school in the morning I do. I kiss his cheeks and his strong feckless shoulders. "I love you so much."

Outside the window the rain begins again. I wouldn't have wanted to walk in that anyways. At some point I would have to give cars another try, or maybe try the train.

The thought scared me, succumbing to my fear and riding the train or facing it.

"Do you think we could go driving sometime?"

"Really," he asks. "Sure." He follows with immediately.

"Of course." He clarifies.

"Cool."

I pass out shortly after, in his arms and I think I could get used to it.

a/n
yeahhh there's nothing to report i'm embarrassed tht i cannot b consistent thts all lololol i won't even say when the next update will b but i'm working on it alright like and subscribe obviously this is unedited kayla's version lmao i think i'm funny 😁