#ray bronson

“Fuck, Ray, harder!”

She’s moaning and whimpering, totally at his mercy; bent over the desk in the bar’s back office, gripping the underside of the tabletop so tightly she swore she was going to break a gel nail. Ray’s cock was thick, hard and throbbing, filling her so much that she couldn’t think about anything else.

“You like this, don’t you? Being bent over my desk in a packed bar, knowing that anybody could hear you? That anybody could know what a pretty little slut you are for me.”

She tried to pretend that his words don’t hurt her stomach, that his hands weren’t gripping her so tightly that she’d bruise. That anything about her arrangement with Ray Bronson was normal.

“Thats right, just take it. Fucking take my cock.”

The high was never worth the shame she felt afterwards. In fact, she barely even felt the high now. “Please.” She slurred. “Please make me come.”

He liked it when she begged. Almost as much as he liked having her on her knees.

Afterwards, he was so cold it was almost clinical. He pulled out of her without a word, discarding the used condom in the trash can under the desk before he tucked himself back into his jeans. He barely even glanced at her as she pulled her lace panties back up, righting her denim skirt. Her knee was starting to bruise from where it had hit the desk as Ray bent her over, and she knew there was a palm print on her ass from how hard he had spanked her. Eight times. She knew because he made her count.

She’d be sore in the morning. She’d have to wear a long linen dress to work to avoid questions about the bruises on her thighs.

“You were good.” Ray nodded without looking up from his phone, grey hair glittering in the dimly lit back room. “Same time next week.”

It was a statement, not a question. The keys to her rusting Dodge Charger had fallen on the floor, her Beanie Boo dragon keychain staring up at her with wide eyes.

Her hands were shaky when she left the back room, closing the heavy metal door behind her. As she walked back out to the bar, she caught Stevie Wards eyes. The girl looked at her with a sad expression as she manned the bar, eyes filled with pity.

Stevie was the bar manager. There was no way in hell that she didn’t catch on to the fact that every time YN came in, she left with a noticeable hickey and a sad look on her face.

Stevie opened her mouth, surely to ask if she was okay, and YN turned her head away, staring at her scuffed tennis shoes as she left through the back door.

Teddy Spencer was learning that he liked to people watch. Or maybe it was just the only thing to do while you drank yourself into oblivion while ruminating on your failed engagement. And the time you could have saved a man but chose not to.

He sat on the deck of his daddy’s pleasure cruiser, a beer bottle in hand as he watched the stream of people coming in and out of Ray’s

There was only one that caught his eye. Ray followed her out, almost cornering her in the dark behind the bars back door. He passed her something. It almost looked like a set of car keys. He kissed her stiffly, his hand gripping her ass tight. As she turned to walk away, he smacked her ass with a grin, and she flipped him the bird as she walked to her car.

She must have been about half Ray’s age. The mere notion filled Teddy with disgust.

He watched as she unlocked an old Dodge Charger, which she had to do by inserting her key in the drivers side door. She climbed inside, turning the headlights on before she started crying.

Teddy abandoned his beer, hurrying down the boats steps and across the causeway to where the dark sedan was parked, knocking gently on the window as to not startle her.

She jumped when he knocked, hand flying to her chest. She wore a dainty silver Pandora ring, shaped like a tiara.

"Park somewhere else, jackass!"

Teddy's jaw dropped. "YN?"

She turned to face him, eyes going wide. "Teddy? Teddy Spencer? What are you doing here?"

He hadn't seen YN since he was eighteen. At the first opportunity, she had gotten out of Southport. High school had been nothing short of traumatic for her, between backstabbing friends and cruel jokes played on the girl who listened to Judas Priest and wore combat boots to school in the middle of May.

She looked different. Older. Sadder.

"I saw you with Ray Bronson." He blurted. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

YN looked around the parking lot, eyes narrowed as she unlocked the car doors. "Get in."

Teddy had barely closed the Charger's passenger side door when she started the car, hooking her phone up to a ratty looking aux cord. Her music was loud, filled with screaming guitars and low , rumbling vocals.

She backed her sports car out of the lot quickly, tearing out of the parking lot and in the direction of Reaper's Curve.

"What do you want to know about me and Ray?" She asked quietly. "Promise that you won't tell anyone?"

"YN, he's old enough to be your dad." He didn't sound judgmental. Just worried.

She snorted, shifting her hands on the steering wheel. "Yeah, if he'd fathered me in high school."

She paused, turning on her indicator to take a right-hand turn. Black Sabbath continued to play in the background, almost ominous in the dark.

"Why?" He asked softly, turning to look at her. She was a beautiful girl, in a soft and understated way, especially with the moonlight reflecting on her skin.

"Release." She answered after a beat. "I threw myself at the first person who gave a shit. Got on my knees for him the back of the bar without a second thought. I don't even like giving head. It makes me anxious and overwhelmed. I still sleep with him because I can't think about anything else while I'm with him, even if I don't enjoy it."

"There are many ways to self-harm." Teddy said. "He's taking advantage of you."

"Maybe I want to be taken advantage of." She was stoic, knuckles gripping the wheel tightly. "It's not like I've got much else going for me. Remember when your buddy Milo asked me on a date? I was so excited. Somebody who was genuinely cute had asked me out, thought I was something special. I looked forward to it that entire week, just for him to stand me up. I got to school the next day to find out that it was all some kind of sick joke."

"That was wrong." Teddy admitted. "We were assholes back then."

"I'm sorry about Danica."

Teddy blinked, caught slightly off guard by the mention of his ex-fiancee. "Thank you." He saw the speedometer tucked behind the steering wheel, catching the reading just out of the corner of his eye. "Y/N, maybe you should slow down. Take a left at the next lights. We can stop and get something to eat."

She relented, going slient as she made the left turn, and then a right into the Lobster Shack parking lot. Teddy ordered, and paid, bringing the tray back to the car.

"Careful. Don't get lobster grease on my shitty cloth seats." She warned.

Teddy rolled his eyes. "I thought Chargers were supposed to be nice. This thing is a pile of bolts on wheels."

"Cars like this are meant to be driven, which means that a Charger this old has a shit ton of mileage. If it's not been maintained well, it will lead to problems. We can't all drive factory floor-model G-Wagons paid for with Daddy's Money."

Teddy stayed quiet, listening as she opened up to him over a lobster wrap, talking about how depressed she had been in the months leading up to her return to Southport, about the numbness that had lead her straight into Ray Bronson's arms.

"He doesn't kiss me any more. That's more intimate than he wants to be. Now he just fucks me like a ragdoll and calls it a day." Her voice broke. "He's rougher with me than I'm comfortable with. My skin bruises easily. I try to pretend it doesn't bother me when he calls me his little whore, but it does."

Teddy reached for her, gently resting a tanned hand on her arm in the darkness of her rusted muscle car. "You deserve better. Someone who listens to you and treats you with the respect that you deserve."

In the cupholder, her phone lit up. It was a call from a contact who was only entered in her phone as RB.

"Don't answer it." Teddy suggested. "He doesn't get to control you. You are your own person, not his sex doll."

The softness of his voice was what broke her. She started to sob, body shaking as she reached for Teddy's hand. "What am I supposed to do? I let that disgusting old man touch me. I let him put his dick in my mouth!"

Teddy pulled her closer, leaning over the center console to cradle her body in his strong, toned arms. "You're going to block his number. Go cold turkey. And if he comes near you, call me. Just because he survived a serial killer twenty fucking years ago doesn't mean I won't beat his ass if he lays another finger on you."

He drove her car home, her slumbering form safe in the passenger seat. Asleep she looked slightly less troubled, but no more peaceful. Her sleep was fitful, and he frequently looked over with a worried expression. Her address was programmed into the cars rudimentary GPS system, and he followed the pixelated map to a small bungalow on the other side of Southport. Teddy added his number to her phone, which she had left unlocked and connected to the speaker, quietly playing a classic rock song he didn’t recognize.

Call me any time, he added to the iPhone’s note section.

She woke as he gently shook her shoulder, pulling her cardigan around her body. “Thanks for driving me home. You should go, I don’t want my parents to see you. They’ll be home any minute. Ha, that’s why I went to Ray’s.”

“Let me walk you to your door. I don’t want to leave you alone.”

She smiled, opening the Chargers door. “I’ll call you in the morning.”

And sure enough, the next morning Teddy was sitting on the deck of the boat, a joint in his hand and his feet up on an outdoor coffee table when he sees her coming. She’s walking with a noticeable limp, bruise blossoming across her knee. He put out his joint, darting down the stairs to help her.

“YN, you look awful.” His touch was gentle as he took the paper shopping back from her. “Did Bronson do that?”

Teddy took her by the arm, leading her gently up the stairs.

“I hit my knee on his desk. And my hip on his doorframe.” She grimaced. “And don’t get started on how he fucked up my insides.”

They sat together on the large bench seat in the main room. Teddy cracked open a beer, offering her one wordlessly.

“Just a water, please. Have you been living here since Danica left you?”

Teddy hummed, filling up a glass. “It’s a temporary solution.”

“It looks like a pig sty.”

“I don’t see you offering to help me clean.”

She snorted. “I’m not able bodied. Bending my knee feels like getting stabbed.”

YN liked spending time with Teddy. That first day, they watched the Hangover trilogy and she taught Teddy how to make her grandfathers English butter chicken curry. He made her laugh so hard her sides hurt, took her for a ride around the harbour in his Dads boat. He liked seeing her smile, and she knew that wasn’t something she had done much of lately.

Some days they spent on the boat, either docked while they played beer pong in the deck, or in the middle of the water so they could dive off the back and into the clear water below. Some days they took Teddys G-Wagon and went somewhere in town or further. Days out with packed lunches and hiking boots.

Two weeks in, during a game of mini golf, Teddy kissed her for the first time. She looked up at him with that bright, beautiful smile after hitting a hole in one and he couldn’t help the warmth blooming in his chest, the butterflies running rampant under his floral resort shirt.

He had wanted to kiss her for weeks, but had been too frightened of scaring her off. She needed time to heal, to cleanse her soul from the damage Ray Bronson had caused.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured, trailing his soft fingertips over the acne scarring on her plush cheek. “And I’m tired of pretending I don’t want to kiss you every time I see you.”

She bit her lip, grip tightening on her golf club. “Then kiss me, Theodore.”

Teddy didn’t wait, leaning in to press his lips to hers. She tasted like orange creamsicle, and smelled like vanilla and pistachio. Her lips were soft, so soft that he almost moaned.

She dropped her golf club, hands nervously coming up to grip Teddys arms. He could feel her smile into the kiss, and his own grin was infectious.

He knew that he needed to move slowly. Knew that jumping into a relationship too soon could be traumatic for her. And his heart swelled with affection for her with every passing day.

Which is why he was so nervous to introduce her to his friends. They’d only been dating for a month, and she hadn’t seen most of his friends since she was in high school. She was such a different person, and she knew that they would be too. She had made Teddy swear not to tell them about Ray, but when she parked her Charger behind a BMW SUV in Teddys driveway, she saw Stevie’s Volvo and felt her stomach sink to the floor.

What if Stevie had let the group in on her suspicions?

Her phone lit up with a text from Teddy, snapping her back to reality. She took a deep breath, cutting the engine and heading up the front steps to Teddys house. He answered the door with a smile and a kiss and a “hello, beautiful”, leading her into the house with a gentle hand on her back.

“They’re going to love you. Nobody knows about Ray, you don’t have to tell them. Just be yourself.” He said quietly, kissing the side of her head.

“I love you.” She said quietly, leaning into his chest. “Thank you for being here.”

“Always.”

They were sitting in the living room: Danica, Ava and Milo. And Stevie, looking at her with a confused brow raised. YN tried to ignore the pit in her stomach, gripping her boyfriends hand for support.

Danica spoke first. “You look great, YN. That dress is gorgeous on you.” She got up from the couch and came over to shake her hand, officially breaking the ice.

She had a good time with Teddys friends, talking and laughing. It felt so natural, sitting curled into his side on the patio furniture, his hand a reassuring weight against her shoulder.

It was when she helped Danica move the dishes inside that she finally broke.

“You seem good for him. He’s happier, calmer. More so than he ever was with me.” The blonde said gently, a hand on her arm.

“He saved my life.” YN choked out.

And she told Danica everything, starting with the first night she walked into Ray Bronson’s bar and let him put his hands on her and ending with the night Teddy knocked on her car window. She was sobbing by the end of the story, breath catching every time she went into detail about how Ray pushed her boundaries.

“I wanted it, I won’t deny that. But he didn’t exactly respect me either.”

“None of that was your fault.” Danica soothed. “And Ray Bronson is never going to touch you again.”

Milo and Ava stood by the doorway, awkwardly holding the melting tubs of ice cream. They shared a silent look, hearts heavy as they turned and left YN and Danica alone.

A week after that, Teddy asked her to come in a trip with him. Overnight on his boat. He’d been thinking about it for a while, a chance for them both to get away from Southport for a little while. Teddy was doing better, drinking and smoking less. The boat was actually clean for the first time since he’d moved in.

When he raised the idea with YN, her eyes went wide, smile dropping.

“We don’t have to share a bed. We can even sleep in separate rooms if you want. Whatever makes you feel the most comfortable.” He placed his hand on top of hers, rubbing reassuring thumb circles in the back of her hand. “I’m not Ray. I won’t hurt you. And when you do decide that you want to get physical with me, we are going to have a long conversation about boundaries, and what I can do to make you feel safe and comfortable and sexy around me.”

She kissed him softly, heart swelling with love as she agreed to the trip. Getting out of town would do her some good, let her escape the ghosts that crept in at every turn.

YN didn’t know how to pack for the trip. What PJ tops had the least hokey sayings? Which two piece swimsuits offered enough cover without making her look like a nun? What lingerie did she bring? Something lacy, in case she felt ready to share herself with Teddy, or something cotton and breathable?

She overthought everything, right up until she parked outside the marina bay where the boat was docked. Her Charger stood out, the lone antiquity among both the brand new and silent luxury.

But when Teddy came down the boat stairs to meet her in the parking lot, a bright smile on his face and arms wide to embrace her, every worry slipped away. She pulled him close, kissing him through soft laughter.

“I’m really excited for this weekend.” She admitted.

Teddy beamed. “Me too, baby love.”

The first day of the trip was like a dream. She sat on the deck with a good book, watching as a shirtless Teddy piloted the boat. They cooked together while singing ABBA and rapping Beastie Boys. Most importantly, they laughed. And they kissed a bit. Okay, so maybe they kissed a lot.

True to his word, Teddy had set her up in the master bedroom, and he had taken the smaller cabin with the twin bed, refusing to listen to her protests. As she was getting ready for bed, moonlight shining through the porthole windows, she caught a glimpse of the lacy lavender set she had packed.

Something she’d worn for Ray but he’d never appreciated.

It felt right as she dressed in the lingerie. She knew Teddy would never hurt her, and she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been horny at the sight of him piloting the pleasure craft through Southport harbour. Grabbing a cotton robe from the cabins closet, she covered up before heading to Teddys cabin.

He was lying on the bed in linen pants and an undone shirt hair messy as he stared intently at his phone screen.

She cleared her throat, letting the robe fall open. Teddy looked up, wide eyes full of reverence and care.

“Oh, honey.” He breathed. “You’re beautiful. Sit down.”

She sat next to him on the bed, allowing Teddy to take her hand in his.

“Tell me what you need. Tell me how I can make this good for you.”

And she did. She told him how she wanted it gentle, dripping with love and praise and care. How she wanted soft touches and laughter through kisses, the joys of simply being as close as possible to another person.

It was perfect. They moved back into the master suite, Teddy reaching for the remote that controlled the stereo. Soft soul music filled the room, blanketing them in sensuality as Teddy kissed her neck, soft hands trailing across her body with love and care. He worshipped very inch of her, making her feel safe and loved.

“You’re so good, baby. So perfect in every way.” He cooed, holding her hand in his as he leaned in to eat her out.

She came twice before Teddy even thought about getting inside. And when he did slide in, she felt at peace, full in a much calmer way than Ray felt when he bullied himself inside of her.

Ray was so large that he felt overwhelming. Teddy was a comfortable stretch, at a slightly smaller size, kissing her face and reminding her to breathe the whole way through.

“I’m so proud of you, baby love.” He sighed into her ear, gripping her hand tightly as he thrusted gentle and deep. “So happy that I get to make you feel good. That you’re ready to be with me like this.”

When she did come, it was calm, a sigh rather than a shout, her finger nails digging into Teddys back as he pressed kisses along her shoulder and neck.

“How are you feeling?” He asked afterwards, when they were curled up under the duvet, flipping through Netflix options

“Perfect.” She answered honestly, kissing his shoulder. “Thank you. For being you. And for loving me.”