He groans. “Absolutely drenched.”
I find myself finally giving in, embarrassed by the way my traitorous body is responding to this man—a man I don’t want to need right this minute.
He moves back and pulls my hips away from the wall, tilting my ass up toward him. In a voice I hardly recognize, he tells me, “Your body is begging for me to fuck it, Gemma, and I think your mind is too.”
I can’t help myself from responding, “I think you’re already doing that.”
“What?”
“Fucking with my mind.”
I feel him dip his legs a little. His cock begins sliding through my folds from behind, pushing through to meet where his hand is stroking my clit. I wish I could see down between my legs, because I know he is also touching the tip of his own cock as it slides back and forth, teasing my entrance with the promise of a good, hard fuck.
“Hmm, your ass is perfect,” he says, running a warm palm across my cheeks. The tips of his fingers are on my crack, and they grip tight, gently pulling my cheeks apart. “So fucking perfect.”
My breathing is out of control now as my hands support me against the wall. My breasts are swaying with each torturous slide of his cock between my needy pussy lips, and all I can thinkabout is what he’s looking at. Closing my eyes on a moan of my own, I wait for his next move.
“All I am telling you, Gemma, is that maybe you should heed what the stories have told you. Maybe you should run. Run far away from me.”
I’m about to respond when his cock suddenly penetrates me with a long, hard thrust. I gasp and bite my lip as he growls and lets go of my ass to grip my hip.
“But for right now, it’s too fucking late,” he adds, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.
His left hand moves to my ass, and his finger strokes over the dark pucker he’s looking at.
“Right now, you’re mine, just likeshewas mine. I’m going to pull you under and drown you in me until you can’t forget.”
His words are darkly disturbing. They’re too close to everything I have read. It’s too close to everything I have heard or been told about.
He flexes his hips, and his cock strokes deep inside of me. All I can do for the immediate moment is brace myself and hold on for the storm. After all, if I am going to drown, this isn’t such a bad way to go.
Isn’tthatthe biggest mindfuck of all?
Twelve
BROKEN TRUST
Day 11
BROKEN TRUST ~
TODAY, I was on a mission—a mission to rectify a wrong.
It had been three days, and still, Phillipe remained aloof.
He had returned from his walk the other night and told me everything was fine, but it hadn’t been. He hadn’t even been back to paint. It was almost as though he had distanced himself from me, and I felt it as acutely as I would if I lost a limb.
When I awoke this morning, he had already left the mattress we share up in the studio. I could hear the soft strains of a violin playing from a recording I had given him, so I knew he was somewhere in the room with me.
“Phillipe?” I called out. I waited for a response, but not for long.
“Yes?” he replied, his deep voice sliding over me like a caress.
I felt the side of the mattress beside me dip.
Reaching across the pillow, I touched his hand. “Will you take me to town today?”
There was silence, except for the music floating around us as I felt his fingers squeeze mine.
