Song: Hit me like a man by Pretty Reckless

(Warning...explicit sexual scenes in this chapter.) 

Scarlett POV:

It only gets better and better. Having a baby in the house was one thing. I thought that I could handle seeing the little one...hearing his light cries and sweet cooing noises. Me being a Godmother...I might be able to deal with that. It will take time getting use to but I think I can manage that. Having the baby named after him...kinda hurt. Our baby should have his name...not our nephew. I get that she loves her brother and wants to honor him in some way but that cut deep.

But what cut even more...watching Mekhi hold him. He would have made an amazing father. He would have done everything in his power to be the best dad ever and that is something that I will never be able to give him. He looks longingly at Rylan and I know he is wishing that it was his little one.

I try to fight back the tears and before letting them release I quietly back up and step out of the room as everyone has their eyes on him holding the baby. I find myself walking to the workout room. I turn on the music and place on my gloves before hitting up the bag. I work up a good sweat before he even notices where I am. I knew he would find me he always does. He walks over to hold the bag for me as I keep punching the shit out of it.

"Do you want..." He starts out but I interrupt him...I don't feel like talking.

"Shhh..." I stop him. I hit the bag a few more times. I shouldn't be upset but I am.

"Dammit...Scar...hit me if you want to be pissed off about something... hit me." So I do even if there is nothing he can even do about the situation. I swing missing the bag all together and hit the shit out of him knocking him off balance. He catches himself and glares at me. "Is that all you got...are you fucking done now?"

"No I'm not fucking done." I turn and walk over to the mat. He follows and grabs a pair of gloves as well.

"Come on show me....let it all out babe." He says a little cocky.

I swing and hit him and hit him again and again he never fights back. "Hit me dammit." I yell at him. He is really pissing me off that he is just standing there and letting me get out the madness and not once does he attempt to hit back.

He grits his teeth and glares at me. So I swing and hit him in the gut. I watch as he doubles over and stands back up. But I don't give him time and I punch him right in the lower jaw."Dammit...hit me."

I strike him right across the face and this time he drawls back his arm and swings catching me in the side. I fall over landing on my knees. He kneels down to check on me. "Shit...Scar are you all right."

I hold out my hand and push him away. "I'm fine." I stand back up and get into my stance again ready to go again.

However he backs up and takes the gloves off. "That's enough."

I step up to him and shove him hard. "We are done when I say we are done."

"If you need more I will take your ass to the room...if that is what you want." He stares me down. I glare back at him...is that a challenge...finally he will take my ass to the room.

 I take off the gloves and throw them down on the mat. I turn and walk straight to the room. I strip out of my clothes and kneel on the floor waiting for him to enter the room behind me. I hear his footsteps coming closer and then the click of the door shuts behind me. As he walks over to me he glides his hand on the top of my head and then as he goes down he twirls my hair in his hand and then jerks it hard enough forcing me to look up at him.

He leans down and kisses me roughly, hard enough to bust my lip before releasing his hold. I lick my bottom lip as I watch him walk around the room...thinking of what he wants to use on me. He walks back over slowly, never saying a word. He reaches for my right hand and holds it up to put the cuffs on and then he grabs my left hand cuffing it as well. He jerks me up with one thrust and I gasp. When he pulls down the chain from the ceiling he hooks the cuffs into it causing me to stretch way above my head so high that I am almost on my tiptoes. He leans in close to me...almost touching me. "You sure this is what you want?"

I nod.

"No Scar...tell me....let me hear it come out of those sweet lips of yours...tell me."

"Yes...I want this...please..."I hear the whip flying through the air and landing with sharpness against my back. My body leaps forward and once I am back on my tip-toes another whip comes striking against my back. He strikes me three more times before slinging it across the room. I wait for him to get something else but he doesn't and he doesn't get me down.

This is the punishment...making me wait. I lick my lips, tasting the salty tears that stream down my face, not to mention the remainder of the dried blood. I keep waiting for him and he doesn't respond. I know he is still in the room behind me. "Mekhi...what the fuck are you doing...be a fucking man and do something."

I hear him grunt behind me. "Why Scar...look I'm not in the mood to hurt you right now."

"Then fucking get me down...if you can't fucking be a man and do what I ask then get me down...how freaking pathetic...I ask for one thing...one thing and you can't do it." I jerk on the chain above my head.

He reaches up and takes the cuffs down but I am surprised when he doesn't undo them. Instead he looks pissed off and maybe that's what I wanted...I wanted him to be pissed off at me for not being able to give him what he wanted...for not being able to make him a father.

He takes me over to the cold slab of marble and presses me hard into the table. He walks over in front of me grabbing my hands and securing them above me. When he walks behind me he ties my ankles down so that I have no way of moving. He leans in and whispers in my ear. "Remember you asked for this," he hisses.

I close my eyes and wait...

He stands to the side of me and his hand comes down hard on my bare ass. I gasp letting out a groan. He slaps the other cheek and I gasp again. The third time he takes my breath away and I bite my bottom lip not to cry out. He gives me two more licks before walking behind me. I feel his hand cup my sweetness and without warning he shoves his fingers deep inside of me. He adds another finger and digs deeper inside of me. I cry out. "Oh....my God...Mekhi...Holy...shit...."

"Tell me you want me...that you want all of me." He hisses again.

"I want all of you...now." I beg. He positions himself and with the first thrust my head comes off of the marble table. I moan out loud. He pounds and I don't mean a soft pounding...I mean full blown pounding into me that I can feel him so far inside of me that it hits against my inner wall of my insides and I feel myself bruising from his punishment. He places his hands against my hips to hold me down which causes him to go in even deeper.

 I scream out his name... "Fuck Mekhi...yes...yes...give it to me." I feel my body tense up around his cock and if he keeps going at this I will be undone. He grunts and goes a little faster until he spews all inside of me. My body heaves up and down and when he shoves himself one more time deep inside of me I feel my body go into another dimension. My body jerks several times before settling down.

He doesn't say anything when he unties my angles and then my hands. I hear the cuffs clang together and he tosses them over to the side. He picks me up and carries me over to the bed, laying me down and then placing a blanket over me. I hear him leave the room and I am almost asleep when he comes back into the room.

I feel the bed move as he sits down. "Thank you." I whisper to him.

"You're welcome, sit up...I brought you something to drink." I sit up and he holds the glass up to my lips for me to take a sip.

 "You feel better now?"

Not really but I'm not going to tell him that. "Yes...it's been a while. I love coming in this room with you but I feel that you are losing interest in it."

"Scar...believe me...I love fucking the shit out of you...I just don't get off hurting you anymore."

So that seems to be the problem...really since when. He has always loved giving me pleasure."You didn't hurt me...Mekhi I told you years ago that I needed this. You promised me that you could handle it. I need to be able to feel...to know that I am alive. I need this from you."

"I know...but..."

I climb out of the bed, completely naked. I have a few bruises around my ankles and my wrist...not to mention my ass where he spanked me. I also have a nice red mark where he punched me on the mat. The funny thing is...is none of it bothers me. I love having marks on my body made from him but only from him. I know he loves me and would never intentionally hurt me. I kneel on the floor in front of him.

 "Scar...get up. You have had enough."I don't say anything I wait for him to order me to get up."I told you I was done doing this...get up." He sounds agitated with me and gets out of the bed however instead of walking over to me he walks out of the room.

 I sit there on my knees, letting all the feeling go out that they both start to tingle. An hour...maybe even two hours go by...I'm not sure how long it was but he comes back in the room and walk over to me. He gets in front of me and I see his lips move but I can't comprehend what he is saying. He shakes his head and I feel his arms grab my upper arms and he pulls me into standing. My knees give way due to both my legs are asleep from being on them too long. He puts one arm under me and lifts me up to carry me over to the tub full of water and he steps in and then eases both of us into the water.

I let him wash my body and then hold me. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what babe?" He massages my neck and shoulders with his soft touch.

"I know how much you want a baby...I saw how you looked at Rylan...I'm sorry that I will never be able to give you that."

"Is that what this is all about...babe...I only need you. We talked about this. I love you. I don't need all the extra baggage...look at least this way we can spoil the shit out of him and give him back." He plays with my hair and then pulls me back to kiss him. "Stop punishing yourself for something that you can't help. This is not your fault...alright?"

Easy for him to say...it is my fault. I should never been the pier that night. If I had only stayed home this would never had happened.

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Author's Note:

Please let me know your thoughts?

O.K. Who is ready for some killing...I think it's time.