When I got home, Chris was still passed out, probably didn’t notice that I had gotten home.
When I laid on my own bed that morning, I felt empty like I was missing something and it wasn’t coming back to me. I had this burning feeling like I was ready to explode but no way to let it out. That’s what this man did to me; he left me feeling things Ihadn’t felt in a long time. Part of me hated this feeling, it was so foreign to me.
His warmth never left me; it was more like a ghost haunting me to come over to the afterlife. My fingers trailed to the edge of my pants, itching to caress myself as if it were his fingers, as if he was lying beside me teasing me, whispering in my ear that I wanted this, that he wanted me to tell him what I wanted.
What I wanted was to be worshipped. I wanted Shooter’s hot breath on the nape of my neck trailing teasing kisses until he hit my collarbone. I wanted his fingers to play with the fabric of my bra to see if my nipples could harden under his touch. I wanted him to command me to be a good girl for him.
My fingers dove under the fabric to find a seeping wet heat coming from my pussy. Even my own slightest touch had me trembling.
I wanted Shooter to make me beg for it. My mind played it out, seeing Shooter’s strong body hovering over mine, his rough hands taking what he wanted. I wanted to be pushed to the edge and then be brought back. Dream Shooter would be yanking down my bottoms until I was bare, and he had the look of a starving man ready to dive into his meal.
Sounds escaped me from being lost in a daydream that I secretly wanted to become a reality. I circled my clit, trying to get enough friction, but it wasn’t enough. I grew frustrated and groaned as I leaned over to a nightstand and pulled out a blue mini vibrating bullet. The buzzing sound was plenty to get me started. The icing on the cake was thinking about Shooter finding it and using it on me multiple times. Just thinking about how he would either bring me to the edge of release or keep wringing out pleasure until I begged him to stop. I ached for that type of control. I needed it like a second breath. I needed pleasurable pain to forget everything in my past.
The more I thought about Shooter, the more I felt like I was ready to explode. The final piece was thinking about his kisses. He didn’t kiss me the night before, but the lingering kiss from the first time. I rode the little bullet hard, my hips wiggling to meet the pressure.
In a cry of mercy, my body trembled from the symphony of happiness. My heart beat out of my chest, and a single tear dropped from my eye. The wall of emotions I had been masking broke free and my body started to feel like it was on a cloud.
He could never know about this. This would have added fuel to his fire, for him to latch on to with hope that I would give in to him.
Over the next four weeks, I tried to keep my distance, but it only took one night for that to stop.
When I walked in one night, he wasn’t sitting in his bed like he normally did. He was standing, leaning on the desk, waiting for me. Dressed in light blue jeans and a gray shirt with his cut, he stood as a man in charge. My gaze widened just gawking at him. My mouth dried up and nothing, but squeaks came out of my unintelligent mouth.
Shooter smirked, pulling his desk chair out, suggesting I sit. I hesitated, dragging my feet toward the desk. He didn’t talk at first, instantly I thought something happened or someone died or maybe I was the next victim and this had been a game the entire time. I slowly lowered myself to the chair, my heart beating out of my chest.
He pushed a plate with a cheeseburger that looked like it had the gooiest cheese in the world and a side of crinkled fries and ranch. It was like the man knew I had been craving this as my stomach gurgled with a begging need to consume it all. I looked at it, waiting for him to tell me something or even command me to eat it.
My stomach grumbled louder and he pushed the plate closer to me. He leaned forward away from the desk and went into his bathroom.
I was seriously thinking that the next moment I would be six feet under or drugged and would wake up in his sex dungeon or something. As much as I wanted to continue to contemplate about accepting the food or not, my stomach made the choice for me.
One bite into the burger and I was a goner. The juiciest, tastiest burger I had ever had. And crinkle fries, they were my favorite. A soft moan left me as I devoured the food. Maybe letting him feed me wasn’t such a bad perk for coming to do his PT sessions. I lost track of time just trying to enjoy myself in that meal. I guess I was too distracted when I didn’t notice Shooter pulling a chair behind me and just watching me.
He hadn’t spoken a word, and the silence was killing me. As much I fought every flirtation, every act of kindness he gave me, his silence was too much for me.
With cheeks full of food, I finally turned and teased, “You know this is a new level of obsession.”
He only smiled. “If only you knew.”
I stared deep into his eyes. I felt like there was something else to be said, but I left it alone.
“Are you just going to watch me eat?” I asked, finally swallowing the last bit of food.
“Have you not had anyone take care of you or do something that wasn’t transactional?” he returned with a question.
I wanted to argue, like the words were stuck in my throat and I couldn’t make them come out. I shrugged. “I never stop moving, hard for others to take care of me if I’m the one taking care of everything else.”
He hummed in response, going back to the silence. I didn’t like it. “Why do you care? It’s not like I’m your responsibility. I’m here to help and do a job and then get out of everyone’s hair.”
“Do I have to have a reason?”
I dropped the fry that I was about to put in my mouth. Why was I feeling more nervous about being around him? What did you really want with me? “Most people have a motivation behind it.”
He shook his head, leaning down and brushing a crumb off my lips. The light touch was enough to send my skin into goosebumps. I fought a shiver that wanted to move across my body.
“Then maybe I just like taking care of you. It doesn’t hurt to have someone else in your corner.” His voice was sincere. A pain in my chest almost crushed me.
“You don’t need to do that.”
