I pull myself from inside her, our combined cum dripping from her swollen pussy. Without a second thought, I lean down and run my tongue through the mess. We taste like destruction—a perfect concoction of chaos. Part of me wants to eat her out until she comes again, this time all over my face. But she’s probably had enough for tonight.
I pull her limp form back up the bed, making sure to prop her up on the pillows. With a final glance at her beautiful naked body, I tuck the comforter around her. She’ll wake up sore, sated, and none the wiser. Swiftly getting dressed, I pull the mask back over my face and give my girl one last final glance.
“See you tomorrow, Princess.”
SIX
Allison
The soreness between my legs twinges slightly as I adjust in my desk chair. Another day waking up rested but sore. I’m tender in places that haven’t been touched in quite some time. It doesn’t make any sense. My clothes were strewn and ripped down, as if I stripped in my sleep. Glowing red eyes flash across my mind. No, it can’t be that. It must just be from sleeping weird or something. Unless Brody is coming home and roughly fucking me in my sleep. But I’d wake up,right?
My phone vibrates against the worn wooden desk beneathmy hands. I glance down at the screen—speak of the Devil.
HUBBY: Sorry I missed you this morning.
ME: It’s fine, you were out late, I understand.
HUBBY: What’s that mean? Are you seriously upset that I had to work late?
ME: No, of course not. I didn’t mean it that way.
HUBBY: I never complain when you have school stuff outside of normal hours.
ME: I know. It’s fine really. Sorry, just been a long week at work.
HUBBY: Sorry you’re having a rough week. At least we’ll get to relax some this weekend.
ME: We will? What’s this weekend?
HUBBY: My parent’s party. You didn’t forget did you?
Shit!
I absolutely had forgotten. Or, more likely, repressed the memory that I’m required to go to this fancy social event hosted by my in-laws this weekend. Not that they aren’t pleasant people, they’re just mildly passive aggressive. They think Brody settled when he married me. And maybe they’re right, but that doesn’t mean I need to be reminded of it every opportunity that arises. They’re from a very different world. One I thought I’d wanted to belong to. I believed, once upon a time, that I could run away, leave my past behind me and become someone else, someone better. But it’s becoming more and more apparent that no matter how hard I try, I may not ever be able to escape my past.
ME: No of course I remember! I’m just going to finish up the school day here and then I’ll head home okay?
HUBBY: Sounds good. Meet you at home.
Putting my phone back in the desk drawer, I stare down at my hand—my very naked hand. I’ve lost my wedding ring. It should bother me as much, but truthfully, I’m just worried about what Brody will say when he realizes it’s gone.
I let out a long sigh of annoyance as I grab the worksheets for next week and head to the copy room. If I make copies quickly now, then I can leave with enough time to run to Haggen to pick up some groceries for dinner. Maybe I can make something special tonight for dinner for Brody, as a peace offering. Maybe if we can just get back on track, if I show him I can be what he needs, things will get better.
With a renewed pep in my step, I head up the staircase in the back of the school, toward the upstairs copy room. At four-thirty on a Friday, pretty much everyone except a few custodians have left the building. I should leave too, get out of here and enjoy life. But sometimes, it feels like if I just put everything into my job, then my life won’t be such a mess. I open the heavy door and cross the room to the giant industrial copiers on the far wall. Cuing in my code and selecting my preferences, I stare blankly as the machine whirs to life. My eyes watch as I fall back into my own mind, seeing and unseeing as the lights of the copier flash and the papers spit out of the machine into the finishing tray rapidly. My mind is elsewhere. So lost in worries of the weekend and in-laws, I don’t even hear the door behind me.
“You know…” His deep voice shakes me from my thoughts, causing me to jump and cry out. He lets out a low chuckle before continuing, “Pretty much every other staff member runs out of the building as soon as the last bell rings. But here you are, well past the end of the school day.”
My stomach immediately tightens with nervous energy because I know exactly who’s behind me. His masculine scent—pine and smoke wafts across the room and pricks at my nose. I don’t turn. If I turn, I have to acknowledge him, and I reallydon’t want to acknowledge Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. Extremely handsome.
But there’s something about him that leaves me feeling uncomfortable. It’s that same feeling as when you’ve met someone before and they recognize you, but you can’t place them, so you’re left sputtering and awkward and unsure. He leaves me feeling off-kilter.
“Only one left in the building, really,” I don’t have to turn to tell he’s taken a step closer, the shadow of his tall figure falling across me. I feel as though I might combust at any moment if he comes any closer.
But instead of turning, I just keep my eyes fixed on the copier in front of me. My hand trembles slightly with nervous energy. Even his voice is frustratingly alluring. It is deep and soft, like smoke rolling across water. Maybe that’s all he is? A facade of smoke and mirrors.
“I want to be ready for next week,” I say with a shaky, small voice that immediately makes me self conscious. “I hate being unprepared.”
“You sound stressed.” I feel him take another step closer. There’s a second, empty machine right there. Why doesn’t he use it? “Maybe you need something to help you get out of your own head.”
