She hands me a delicate teacup I didn’t even know I had before reaching down for one of her own.Did she bring those with her?
“Sasha, are you doing okay? You can always tell me how you’re feeling, darling. I will say I wasthrilledthat you and Lucy hit it off so well. The chemistry between the two of you has always been electric, but since you’ve grown closer, your scenes have been beyond my wildest dreams. There seemed to be something off about this last one, though, and you living here is a dead giveaway that there’s trouble in paradise.”
I sigh. I know if I don’t summon the strength to saysomething,Blanche will never let this go. “Yeah, we were together, and it was great. I guess we just don’t always know exactly who someone is at first. We’re figuring it out, though.”
“Hmm…I suppose. Like I said, Henry and I always took measures to the extreme when we got into disagreements. It always made for such a fantastic time when we made up, though. Whew.” Blanche fans herself for emphasis and places her cup down before taking my free hand in hers. “I know things are hard sometimes, but I have a suspicion the two of you are meant to be. Regardless, it will always work out the way it’s supposed to in the end.”
“Thanks, Blanche.” I smile and give her hand a little squeeze.
“Trust me, I have an eye for these things. Did I ever tell you about how I managed to get Margot and Jack to go to the same club’sanonymous night,then hacked into their system so the two of them would match?”
Eyes wide, I listen as Blanche recounts tale after tale of playing matchmaker, I realize I might have gone a littletoohard on Lucy. If my last scene didn’t already scare her off, I’ll try to rein it in for my next scene…
Chapter twenty-eight
I wince as I stand from the toilet and curse Sasha for the hundredth time this morning. My ass is sore, although that’s the least of my worries. The man he let fuck me raw,then killed while he was still hard inside me,wasn’t my type. But, and this is proof I have to be close to full sexual awakening at this point, I really do love anal. Even if the man wasn’t my type, the sensation of being filled after all the pain that came before was more intense than anything I’ve ever felt. Sasha didn’t realize I came, which is probably in my favor. I doubt he would react positively to another man making me come.Especially after the way the scene ended yesterday.
Luckily for me, I guess, if you have averylow bar for luck, I wasn’t left in the room with the body for long before Sasha’s cleanup crew came in. I don’t know how much instruction he gave them, but they must be very loyal because not a single one looked me in the eye. One older man came in first, maybe an hour after Sasha left me, and untied me gently before wrapping me in a soft blanket. He asked quietly if I needed anything orany help back to the cottage, and when I said no, a low whistle brought the rest of the crew into the room.
They zipped the body into a bag with more respect than I expected, and within ten minutes, every ounce of blood was gone, and there was no trace of the murder that had taken place. I made my way back to the cottage the long way, trying to keep my thighs from rubbing where my new tattoo was.
I’m drawn out of my thoughts by the sunburn-like pain on my inner thigh, yet another reminder of what Sasha inflicted on me yesterday. Sore asshole, inner thigh tattoo that I can’t even fucking read because it’s in goddamnCyrillic.I assumed he had his name scripted in English, but clearly that was too easy. He had to have known that I don’t exactly have anyone to translate something so close to my intimate area. So now I have a fucking mystery tattoo that stings like a bitch.
Finally, as if his permanent fucking mark wasn’t enough, my nipples are just now becoming bearable. I had to sleep shirtless, on my back, because even a thin sheet was too much to handle. They’re sosensitive, and I can already tell that once the pain completely subsides, I’m probably going to love having them pierced.
Which makes me soangry.The man sent me a list of masochistic things he threatened to do to me, followed through on many of them, and Icameon a stranger’sraw dick, in no small part because of the pain. The feeling of Mike’s (RIP) hairy thigh rubbing my raw, fresh tattoo, the terrible pain of the nipple piercings making me try to bow off the table, having nowhere to go, thrashing against the restraints…
My traitorous pussy gets wet just thinking about it, and I know that moving on to some vanilla man will never be possible now that I’ve had a taste ofmore.The endorphin crash yesterday did leave me to wallow a tiny bit further into the pain of Sasha’s stubborn refusal to listen to the truth, but the residual pain iskeeping me grounded today. I manage a very delicate shower before dressing in a linen shift dress and no bra for my meeting with Blanche.
She messaged me early this morning asking if I would join her for lunch, and I’m not sure what she’ll have to say. The cleanup crew was thorough and fast, but if she found out about what Sasha did on her property…I hope she doesn’t fire him, or worse. Even if he’s being an ass, I don’t want him to go to prison.Although he’d probably end up running the entire place, then staging a coup…
“Lucy dear! What a lovely dress!”
Lost in my thoughts, I’ve made my way to Blanche’s office on autopilot. She doesn’tseemupset, with her usual wide smile and a tea service already set out on her desk. Assorted sandwiches and cakes complete the spread, and my stomach growls, the earlier knot of anxiety fading.
“Thank you. And thank you for the lunch invitation. I wasn’t expecting you back in town so soon.” I peek at her over my teacup, but her face doesn’t give anything away.
“Yes, well, you know how things are. Sometimes things happen, and it’s better to be close to home.”
Shit.Okay, well, I guess she knows. But she still doesn’t seem mad. I hum noncommittally and stuff a sandwich in my mouth before I can offer up any information that incriminates Sasha.
“I reviewed the footage from the scene that Sasha directed yesterday while I was gone.”
Hell.
“The two of you are just supernovas, I swear! I always think it’ll be impossible for you to embody me and my Henry any more than you already have, and then you surprise me again! Watching the footage was like looking in a mirror. You know, I screamed the same way when he pierced my nipples the first time!”
I choke on my mouth full of sandwich, sending a soggy piece of bread flying across Blanche’s desk. It lands just short of her teacup, thankfully, as she stands up to walk around and smack me on the back.
“I’m…fine…” I manage to cough out, swallowing and gasping for air as she continues to hit me harder than I would have thought possible.All of her pickleball, I guess.
“Goodness, don’t scare me like that, dear.” She sits back down, eyeing me like a toddler who can’t be trusted with their own plate anymore.
“I’m sorry, I was just surprised.”
She tops off her tea and leans back in her chair.
“Henry wassomad at me the day of those piercings. I don’t even remember why! I’m sure I mouthed off in front of someone I shouldn’t have, or he could have been mad at whatever I did to him the last time I was in charge—”
