Robin pulled her rental car into the parking space and turned off the engine. She felt nervous and excited in equal measure. This was it, her one chance to make up for what she had done. She sighed and leaned her head on the steering wheel. She was shaking slightly she was that nervous and unsure if she was doing the right thing.
She breathed deeply, sat up and tilted the rear view mirror so that she could look at her reflection. Her make up was perfect, hair too and she smiled wanly, noticing her reddened eyes and the dark bags which betrayed her recent lack of sleep. Reaching over, she lifted her purse, pulled out the small bottle of eye drops and dripped a couple into each eye. Blinking rapidly, she touched up her lipstick, satisfied to see that the whites of her eyes looked white once more.
She sat for a few moments, imagining how this might go. He would probably turn her away without even opening the door. He had told her that he never wanted to speak to her again, but she couldn't do as he asked, she couldn't stay away, even though she knew that it was what he wanted. "Okay," she thought to herself, "Let's do this." She got out of the car and noticed that her hands were shaking slightly as she locked the door.
She stopped at the door to his building, her hand frozen inches from the call button. "Is this the right thing to do?" She knew the answer, she knew that she shouldn't be here but she closed her eyes and pressed the button. She heard a click, "Hello?" She said weakly expecting to hear his voice, but instead the door simply buzzed, allowing her to enter.
She took the elevator to the sixth floor and nervously walked to his door. It opened as she raised her fist to knock and there he was. She drank him in, memories flooding back and for a moment she feared that she might burst into tears. "Don't," he said in a cold voice. "You can come in. I have a way for you to apologise. If that's what you're here for."
"Matt…"
"I don't want to hear it," he cut in. "If you're coming in, do that. If you want to leave, go." He didn't even look at her, staring six inches to the left of her face.
"I… I'll come in. Thank you," said Robin, hurrying in through the door. She boldly leaned towards him, putting out a hand to touch his arm, but he moved it away and shook his head. Robin looked down embarrassed as she passed by. She walked towards the living room but stopped as he coughed and turned to see him standing by the kitchen door.
"In here," said Matt flatly. "Sit down."
She pulled out a chair, grimacing as it scraped the floor and quickly sat down. Her eyes rose to meet his and he looked away and cleared his throat. "Okay, here's how this is going to happen." She looked at him, but he never paused. "You were a heartless bitch and I told you never to contact me ever again and yet here you are." This time he did look straight at her and she couldn't meet his gaze, her eyes studying her hands as she twisted her fingers together.
Matt carried on, "So, since I knew that you would probably show up at my door today, in fact, I was certain that you would. I took the liberty of organising something, a way of punishing you. Now, of course you are free to leave at any time, but then your punishment will be incomplete and I would never be able to even consider forgiving you."
Robin looked up hopefully. "He's going to forgive me," she thought to herself, allowing hope to creep in. "I'll do whatever you want, Matt. I'm sorry and I love you, I want to make things right."
He waved his hand dismissively and continued, "Before we go through to the living room, I should tell you that you can say no and you can leave at any time. Are you ready?"
Her eyes searched his face, looking for a sign, something to encourage her, reassure her, but there was no emotion to be seen. She didn't know that he could be so cold, before, when they were still together, he had been so warm, so loving, so attentive. How had it come to this? What had she done that was so very bad to deserve such a freeze. Then she remembered how incensed he had been when she had questioned him, when she had dared to suggest that he might not love her as much as he said, it had seemed like such an overreaction at the time, but now she felt truly wretched, knew she was in the wrong.
His cough brought her back to the present and he regarded her with cold eyes.
"I'm ready. I'll do whatever you ask," she said standing up.
"Leave your things in here and from now on, unless you want things to stop so that you can leave, keep your mouth closed," said Matt in a cold clipped voice. "After you."
Robin walked towards the door of living room, suddenly feeling very nervous again, not that the feeling had ever really left. What was she letting herself in for? Surely she needn't worry, he wasn't going to hurt her. As if reading her thoughts, he said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, in fact I'm not going to touch you."
She pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Nothing looked out of place, Matt's living room was perfect as usual, everything looked normal until a movement caught her eye. There was a man sitting on the sofa, she hadn't noticed him at first. He must have been in his late thirties, had dirty blonde hair and had a rough, unkempt look about him. His clothes whilst not dirty or scruffy per se, looked as though they had been slept in and he was unshaven, a sparse beard covered his chin and upper lip. He smiled at her and she noticed that he had a gold tooth. She took an instant dislike to him, she wasn't sure why, perhaps she was just nervous or maybe she just didn't know what was going to happen.
"This is Simon. He is going to have some fun with you today and you will be an obliging girl. That is why you are here," Matt explained. "Now, Simon, as we have discussed, she is all yours." As Simon stood, Matt took his place on the sofa.
"What's your name, Robin, isn't it?" Simon grunted as he walked towards her and roughly pulled her ponytail, tilting her head back. Robin opened her mouth to speak and Simon put his hand over it. "Stop," he said, "I'm not really interested. I shall just call you, girl. I do not want to hear a word from you, unless you decide to leave, in which case, feel free to tell me to stop at any time." As he said this, he pulled the band from her hair and stood back as her blonde locks fell to her shoulders.
She glanced over at Matt, but he sat impassively on the sofa, looking at a magazine with what seemed like disinterest.
"Keep your hands by your sides," he barked as he roughly pulled down her top, exposing her bra-less chest. "Hmm, not very big, but they'll do," he said as he squeezed and pulled her nipples with both of his large rough hands. "Take off your clothes, apart from your panties, tights and shoes.
Once more, Robin looked towards Matt, but now he was gazing out of the window, so she quietly sighed and pulled her top up over her head and wriggled out of her skirt, embarrassed now that she had chosen to wear stockings.
"Oh, that's good," leered Simon, "Now, get on your knees and suck my cock, see if you can make up for those small titties."
Robin obediently dropped to her knees and began to unfasten his trousers, she could tell that he wasn't hard, but she could see the outline of his cock through the thin cloth. As his trousers fell to the floor, she pulled down his boxer shorts, revealing his large, flaccid penis and hairy ball sack. She took it between her fingers and began to squeeze his shaft and pull back his foreskin, she could smell the stale sweat from him and her stomach lurched slightly. She looked up at him to see him watching her closely as she lifted his member and pulled it towards her open mouth.