“I did.”
Did he, though? I didn’t see that.All I saw was his mouth on hers as my stomach dropped out. And now I can't unknow that image, can't unfeel what it did to me.
I hate that it did anything at all.
Maybe he did stop her. Maybe I’d turned away already. Maria might’ve seen… much good does it do me. I don’t have her number, and even if I asked her, she’d probably tell me whatever amused her the most. That woman’s dangerous.
Amelia might’ve seen.Hernumber, I have. My one win from the evening. That, and a brief dance with her husband, before Alex pulled me off the dance floor like I was out past curfew.
Now, Cinderelladidhave that problem. But it was midnight, not an overly domineering male.
I’m losing the plot. My world is suddenly full of Disney characters. Is this how I go mad, lost in a world of badly animated 1950s films?
I need to get out of here. I need my own bed, some ice cream, a hot bath. To book an appointment at the salon tomorrow.
Jesus, Vicky.
Okay, scratch that last one.
Alex’s arm is heavy, but I wriggle sideways, lifting it, each movement slow and quiet. If he wakes, I’ll be in the shit. I know I will. Worst case, he gets irritated and we start all over again.
My body clenches tight at the thought.
That might not be worst case.
No, it would be. I’m too sore to endure any more.
Actually, worst case he tells me to stay put, and if I try and leave, the belt will come out.
I swallow at the thought. Would he do it? Is he bluffing?
Hell, yes he’d do it. He spanked mehard.
Fucked me harder.
God, I came even harder still.Twice. No, three times… another when he released inside me.
I fuckingorgasmedjust from him coming inside me. What the hell is wrong with me?
I hate that I love him. I hate that I respond to him like this. Loving him makes mevulnerable.
How do I turn off love?
Wait… how do I turn off love when hemakes me orgasm from spanking me? Then calls me ‘good girl’ and makes me lift my ass for him? Then forces me to beg him to fuck me?
Jesus Christ. I am so,soscrewed.
I redouble my efforts to get out from beneath his arm. Every move, slow.Don’t disturb the bed. Don’t nudge him.I’m out.Don’t let his arm drop.I need a teddy bear or something to stick beneath it, where my body was. Alex, with a teddy bear? It’s cute. It’s sociopathic. He’d probably rip the stuffing out when he finds me gone.
Teddy bear doesn’t deserve it.
Don’t have one, anyway.
I lower his arm carefully. Slip my hands away. Hold my breath.
He’s peaceful when he sleeps.
Shit, he’s going to be pissed when I’m not here when he wakes.
