She pokes my chest with an unpolished nail and I grab her hand. There’s frustration and worry and hurt and all I can think about is fucking it right out of her; make her feel the pain and the pleasure erupt inside her and numb everything else because it’s too much.
Ben isn’t here, yet he’s the only thing in this room where the walls are suddenly too close.
“Do you want me to make it better?”
Her eyes widen.
“Do you want me to stop you hurting?”
I see her chest rise and fall with a heavy breath. She understands what I’m asking, what I’m offering.
There’s a nod.
“Yes.” Her chin rises. “Ben…”
“Isn’t here.” We both know it’s a lie. “Go to your room. Take off your clothes and lie on your bed. Face down, legs spread.” I rub my thumb over her wrist.
“What are you going to do?”
“Fuck you hard.”
* * *
The corridors echo with the voices of those not here as I reach Blair’s rooms. The lines between me, her and Ben have been blurred since I first watched him fuck her, but never more so than now, because he’s not here and he’s unaware. I press send on a message I’d held onto and waited to see if it was received.
Nothing.
Lost to the ether for the moment.
The door’s unlocked. I enter Blair’s suite quietly, locking up behind me. The buttons on my shirt are undone as I walk and I place it over a chair before I get to her bedroom. I half expect her to be fully dressed, sitting with a glass of whisky at the window, watching the snow that’s still falling.
But that isn’t what I see when I open the door.
She hasn’t followed instructions but she was never going to.
The first thing my eyes land on is her tits, round and full, her nipples hard tips. She sitting up, her back propped against the headboard and surrounded by pillows. Her legs are spread and she’s leisurely fingering her pussy, looking straight at me.
“Don’t let me stop you, but that’s not what I asked for.” My voice is tight and harsh.
“I got bored waiting.” She’s playing a game. Just like she would in a club where no one knew her real name and she was just a woman in a mask.
I don’t say anything. My cock is hard and angry, whatever I’ve felt about Ben’s disappearance manifesting itself through another emotion. Lust. It pushes against the zipper of my trousers, which I undo, pushing them down along with my underwear.
Blair’s eyes go to my dick, her free hand pinching her own nipple and I hear the sounds of her arousal as she pumps her fingers in her pussy.
This isn’t for show.
She’s doing this for no one but herself in an attempt to forget everything that’s happening outside of this room.
I stroke my cock, a drop of pre-cum at the tip. “I wanted you on your front.”
“You don’t always get what you want.”
“Then maybe you don’t get what you want either.” I walk over to the side of the bed, close enough to her that she can lean over and take my cock in her mouth. “Suck.”
Her eyelids drop, her hand leaves her wet folds. “Only because I want to.” She opens her mouth and I guide my dick into it, letting her take the tip.
She starts to suck gently, her tongue playing with the slit and my balls tighten, just enough to remind me I want to delay this.
