Chapter 18

No sooner had I reached out for the alarm clock, then the searing pain of a thousand slices caused my eyelids to flash open. At the agony sizzling around shooting spears of intense pleasure, a groan tore from me while I flailed at the evil buzzing device. Once it fell silent, I lay there with shards of wondrous pain-wrapped delight, stabbing deep inside the void between my shaking legs.

“Fuck. Jesus, I missed that,” I mumbled before wiping spit from my trembling lips with the back of my hand.

While laying on my stomach, panting, I swept hair from my face. After a session, the next day was always the worst. Every wound was so deliciously raw. With a long hissing exhale, I slipped from the sheets and stumbled to the bathroom to spray aloe over my red-striped skin.

After calling in sick, I stood in the kitchen, in only a pair of silk briefs, staring at the pool. Around my coffee mug, the fingers of both clenching hands twitched. Each time the air conditioner kicked on, it sent chilly air over my throbbing back. As I shook, wondrous slivers of pleasure pierced me.

But when I leaned further to scan Pete’s yard, a tremor rippled even deeper. With teeth clenched, I drifted one shaky hand into my undies.

“Not yet?” I whispered. “You fucked me, Pete. Then abandoned me.”

Soon, whimpers slipped from my open lips at each forceful thrust of my fingers. Every rub of my aching clit built the pain-tinged swirling heat within me ever higher. At last, after slapping my mug on the counter, I rocked against the sink, letting the waves tumble and detonate inside me. The first winding cry was followed by more. Time morphed as the kitchen, the yard, and the universe wavered around my writhing, bucking body.

Later that morning, after curling on my side atop the couch, I hugged my knees and tried to sleep. I’d lowered the AC as much as possible and its chilly puffs did their best. It was late afternoon when I unfurled and tottered to my feet. While dragging fingers through my disheveled hair, I yawned and looked around. Already low in the sky, the sun’s orange shafts slanted across the kitchen counters. My nose crinkled; my sticky legs reeked of my release.

After guzzling a glass of water, I wobbled upstairs, hand sliding along the wall, until making it to the bathroom. I glanced out the window. The room blinked.

A flash of red.

In Pete’s driveway.

She was back. Delores.

From the window, I could make out only the very tip of the rear bumper. But everything in the universe except that sliver of painted plastic disappeared. With my heart pounding, I sucked in air while glancing at an open basement window. The lights were on.

Even as the world wavered around the edges of my vision, faint cries erupted. One after another, they echoed across the side yard, muffled by my still closed window. Though my arm shook when I reached for the handle, I gripped it at last and yanked it downwards.

As soon as her screams sharpened, my pulse rippled.

No!

I couldn’t listen.

Not to her. Being with him. With my Pete. Delores would get what I wanted. Craved. And he’d said I couldn’t have. Not yet. Unlike before, I realized what she was receiving. Every strike and cry inflamed the marks across my bare skin. With tears streaking my cheeks, I rushed from the room, turned up the radio, and flew across the bed on my roiling stomach.

And that’s where I was the next morning when the alarm again buzzed. After peeling myself from the sheets, I stumbled into the bathroom. Although the car was still outside, I ripped my gaze from it and stumbled into the shower. As soon as icy water slammed into me, a yelp became a growl as it sluiced over the razor cuts. Though less painful, they’d continue to remind me for another day of what Pete had done. Of what I’d allowed him to do.

After dressing in the lightest clothes I owned, a loose, low-cut gray striped dress with a flirty hem, I forced down a rushed breakfast and dashed to work. As I sat in the parking garage, I huffed for almost ten minutes. Even driving hunched forward hadn’t helped. Every jolt had sent silken material dragging over the tiny wounds, and my panties were soaked.

At last, I made it to my office and eased into my chair. The crystalline shards, after a day, were a little dimmer, but still slid around the desire pulsating in my core. Each time I leaned to work, my dress tightened. No matter that it was loose, slivers of pain merged with pure pleasure to batter my frayed nerves. About mid-morning, I gave up with a growling moan and stood, shaking, while staring from the window.

“How the fuck am I gonna get through the day?” I mumbled. “This isn’t college. Sleep in and rest. Blow the teach to get an extension.”

It was maddening. I needed a distraction.

Right on time, footsteps approached from behind me.

At the soft gasp, a grin slipped onto my face. Oh, I had a good idea who it was. This was a light dress. And I was silhouetted. Forget the slow tease plan. Heat soared within me as I slid my legs wider and glanced over my shoulder. It took Jake several long seconds to reach my eyes. As a tremor wriggled through him, his face reddened, and the bulge in his trousers surged.

Oh, it would be a fun day. And I needed a fun day. A damned distraction. Again.

“Hello Jake.” I eased around to face him, enjoying his struggle to keep his gaze on my eyes and not my tits. “Ready for coffee?”

Eyes wide, all he could do was nod. After a quick dip, letting him get his usual good view into my top, I came up with my purse and grabbed his arm.

“I missed you, Jake,” I said before pulling him tight to me and heading towards the elevator. “How’ve you been?”

“Fine. Uh, fine, Mrs. Lawson.”

At the nudge of my frame into him, a whimper slipped from Jake’s quivering lips. A crowd of other employees packed the car. So, after squeezing inside, I pressed my back into his trembling body. Painful slices had my breath stuttering. Which he heard, and his rising flesh, trapped against my butt, hardened. With the tiniest of motions, I glided up and down against him.

By the time we reached the ground floor, he was rock hard. And I was gnawing the inside of my mouth. After flashing him a quick grin, I led Jake into the bright sunshine. With his body once more snuggled against my bosom, I click-clacked along the concrete sidewalk.

Distraction. At the dark entrance to an alley between a pair of office towers, my grin widened.

Right as we approached the gap, I slid my arm over to drag my nails across his bulging trousers. Rather than a whimper, a long, mournful groan ripped from the young man as his fluttering blue eyes caught mine. Before Jake could do more than yelp, I tugged him into the shadows. With him beside me, the forceful march of my heels echoed between narrow, dark concrete walls, until we passed a large dumpster.

With a grunt, I shoved him back against the dingy gray, stained wall. As my nails pressed into his chest, holding Jake in place, he trembled. With a clatter, a rough-looking tabby cat leaped from a pile of trash further along the alley to race off into the darkness.

“Hands behind your head, naughty boy.”

After Jake’s arms flew upwards, he burrowed fingers into his wavy hair. His blue eyes gleamed as I walked closer. Click. Clack. Click. They widened at my tug and the sound of his zipper. When my digits dipped into the warmth, my smile broadened.

Then faded. Was I really going to do this to Jake? What had Pete done to me? Bobby? Should I ... Would I bother telling him anything? Or teasing Jake? As time wobbled to a halt, all those thoughts tumbled inside me. With a shake of my head, I exhaled. After Pete, I needed the distraction. More than anything. I’d tell Bobby. When the time was right.

“Oh, my.” As my fingers wrapped around a slender, heated shaft, my tongue skimmed my lipstick. Jake’s jaw trembled. “Is this for me, Jake?”

As his pulse thumped in my fist, I sighed. Such power. A warm cock in my hand. I grinned at him. Although anxious, he was an exquisite distraction. Despite his lips parting to speak, all he did was swallow when I tugged his erection free. So hard, it wobbled. God, how that little beast throbbed, and so full, its heat seared my fingers. As I raised my eyebrow, I glanced at it.

“My, for such a naughty boy, you’ve got a beautiful cock, Jake.”

I wasn’t lying. It was smooth with faint veins wrapping its ruddy, curving flesh. And it had the cutest darker pink knob. Already shiny with smeared juice.

Once again, he only moved his shaky mouth. No words came forth. With the glistening tip of his tongue skimming his lips, he gasped for air. Every slow twisting glide of my fist up and down his silky-smooth flesh pulled a groan from him.

“Do you use this on naughty girls, you naughty boy?”

As my gaze lifted, his chest thumped beneath his shirt. Once I’d locked on his wide eyes, he swallowed and slowly shook his head.