But what then?
I couldn’t tell her to get off and send her away without coming; that would be even worse. Jesus Christ, I was going have to fake it. She’d know and I’d know, but we’d never talk about it again, and she’d never really be sure.
Shame, embarrassment, and repulsion rolled through me.
“Oh yeah, Beast, that’s it, give it to me, baby, give it to me!” she cried out, moving faster and faster under my encouragement, my hands on her hips pushing her back and forth faster and faster.
The door opened and Belle walked in, her eyes looking up to meet mine.
“I brought you pudding!” she declared happily, spoon in one hand and pudding in the other. Her hair was down around her shoulders since her shift was over, and she’d taken off that fucking awful nurse’s outfit and was wearing tight jeans and a little T-shirt that showed off a perfect flat belly.
My dick twitched at the sight of her.
Belle dropped the spoon, which clattered noisily across the floor.
Lola turned to look, a smile on her face as she continued to fuck my useless dick like she was winning this battle.
“Hey there,” she said happily as my fingers dug into her hips and Belle stared wide-eyed as Lola continued to ride me. “We’ll just be a minute or two, sweetheart. Y’all come back in a few minutes.” Lola looked back to me. “Unless you want her to stay?”
My dick twitched again at the thought, but when I looked over, Belle was already darting out of the room, pudding and spoon in hand.
“Her loss, huh?” Lola said happily, but I could see the blankness behind her eyes. The way she wanted this over and done with. The way she was never fucking coming back in my room ever again. The way I disgusted her.
She thrust her hips roughly and my dick slipped out of her pussy and I took the opportunity to groan like I was coming. I grabbed my dick and breathed heavily before groaning again.
“That’ll do, now get the hell out,” I grunted, pushing her off me and grabbing the sheet to cover myself with as she climbed off of me.
She picked up her shorts and pulled them back on and I took one long, sorrowful look at her snatch because I knew I was never seeing it, or any other, ever again.
Lola patted my arm and then flinched back when she saw the burns running down it. “You good now?” she asked, almost like she gave a shit.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I said, but there was no strength in my words. I turned and looked out the window, staring out at the sky as the sun began to set. “And don’t come back. You don’t turn me on anymore.”
“What?” she said, her tone full of hurt.
I looked back. “You deaf? You’re a fucking skank. You don’t do it for me no more. Fake-ass tits and fake-ass lips. You’re disgusting, now get the fuck out and don’t come back.”
Lola gritted her teeth, glancing to the door and then back to me. “Yeah, because I’m the fucking problem,” she laughed, her pretense falling away.
“What the fuck did you just say to me, bitch?” I yelled, sitting up and feeling my skin stretch and muscles ache at the sudden movement. “You got a death wish talking to me like that!”
My words were angry, my tone was terrifying, but inside I was dying.
She shook her head and backed away laughing. “What are you going to do, Beast? Slap me with that useless dick of yours?” She laughed again, tottering over to the door. “The only thing frightening about you anymore is that crusty old beat-up body of yours. I need to go shower after touching it.”
And then she left.
I stared after her, fury and shame and revulsion washing over me in waves. I pushed myself to get out of bed, grabbing the first thing I could, and threw it across the room. It felt good as the water jug smashed against the wall and water and glass cascaded down the walls. I spun and grabbed the hateful fucking cart that Belle had all her supplies on and started to grab everything off it, throwing them across the room too; one after another, the creams and the ointments and the pills bounced off the walls. And when it was empty I used the last of my strength to grab the cart and throw that too. But this time I threw it against the window.
Didn’t expect it to break.
But it did; it smashed right through the window in a shower of glass.
Somewhere behind me I was aware that the door had opened and the prospect had come in, but I couldn’t hear a damn word he was saying over the rampant beating of my own heart.
Chapter Eleven
~ Belle ~
