Chapter 81
He drives his fingers harder and deeper while he starts grinding the heel of his palm against my already swollen and sensitive clit.
Fiften seconds.
“You are so fucking wet baby” he makes a show off dragging my wetness from my core and bringing it to my face
You see that?” he growls. Then he gets back to fucking me.
Fuck, he’s really going to do it. Ten seconds.
“You’re going to come like my good little girl for me aren’t you p>
“Fuck!! Zane” I cry out his name as my orgasm crashes into my body. He wraps one strong arm around my waist, holding me tight while he continues gently massaging my pussy as my body bucks and shudders in his arms with my eyes rolling straight to the back of my head.
When my orgasm rolls through me and settles I’m left weak and in a heap in his arms.
Zane steps back a little and I struggle for a moment to keep my balance. He drags his fingers through my pussy one more time gathering my wetness and maintaining eye contact with me, he brings those sucks those two fingers coated with my orgasm into his mouth. And thats singularly the most hottest thing I’ve seen yet. Holyyyy freaking fuck p>
His voice drops, low and commanding, and something in my chest tightens.
“Turn around”
I don’t move.
He steps closer. I feel him there before I actually register him, the heat of his body pressing into my space, the room feels suddenly smaller, the air heavier.
“Elaine,” he says, sharper now.
My hands curl into fists at my sides. I tell myself to breathe, I tell myself this is different and that I’m in control this time. That I agreed to this stupid deal and I can end it whenever I want.
But when his hand grips my wrist and guides me forward, something in me snaps.
The counter digs into my hips as he presses me down, firm and unyielding, and suddenly I’m not here with him anymore.
The room blurs.
The sound of my own breathing gets loud, rattling in my chest like I’m drowning on dry land.
No. No, no, no.
My vision tunnels and my arms feel heavy and useless. My skin crawls like it doesn’t belong to me anymore.
Hands too many hands holding me down and pinning me, with voices overlapping and the hands tearing tearing my clothes away from my body. The ceiling spinning above me as I try to scream and nothing comes out because my voice is dry from shouting for minutes on end.
I gasp, a sharp broken sound, and start fighting. Not reall him them. My body doesn’t know the difference now.
“Stop,” I choke. “Stop…please… please I beg of you.” With tears starting to run down my face now.
I twist, shove and claw at his arms like a trapped animal.
“Elaine?” His voice cuts through the noise, suddenly different. He sounds… alarmed.
“Hey hey hey!. what the hell p>
He lets me go abruptly.
I stagger back so fast I nearly trip, my hands flying to my arms, rubbing hard like I can wipe the feeling off my skin. My heart is pounding so violently it hurts.
I’m shaking. Full-body shaking wit my teeth chattering, I c can’t seem to make it stop.
I can’t be here.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt, the words tumbling out too fast. “I’m so sorry…I didn’t…I can’t…I thought I could but p>
My fingers fumble with my clothes as I pull myself together, every movement frantic and clumsy. I can feel his eyes on me but I can’t look at him yet.
“Elaine,” he says again, quieter now and softer. He reaches out, slow, like I might spook.
I flinch back so hard it hurts.
“Don’t,” I snap, backing away. My throat tightens and the tears spill over, hot and unstoppable. “Please Please don’t touch me p>
I don’t wait for him to say anything else.
I turn around and run.
The hallway swims as I bolt through it, tears blurring everything, my chest aching like it’s being crushed from the inside. I don’t stop until I’m behind a closed door, my back pressed against it, sliding down until I’m sitting on the floor.
I wrap my arms around myself and finally let the sobs come. My forehead drops to my knees as the sobs finally break loose, pouring out of me in ugly, broken sounds I don’t try to stop.
I’m exhausted, like bone deep exhausted.
I hate that my body betrayed me. I hate that the past still owns pieces of me I can’t pry loose.
Mostly, I hate how alone it makes me feel.
I stay there until my throat aches and my tears slow, until all that’s left is the dull, hollow thud of my heartbeat.
When I wake up it’s to the warmth of a body, steady warmth pressed against my back. An arm heavy across my waist, anchoring me in place. For a second I panic, every muscle tightening, my breath catching in my throat.
Then I smell him.
Clean soap with something woodsy underneath.
Zane.
My eyes open and I see I’m in his bed
Not sprawled on the floor like I remember. I’m tucked against his chest, his arm wrapped around me like it’s been there all night. Like this is normal.
My throat tightens.
I shift slightly, testing the space between us. His arm tightens instead of loosening.
“Morning,” he says softly.
His voice is rough with sleep. Before I I can pull away his lips brush my forehead briefly, did he just kiss my forehead?. Weird.
I blink, my eyes burning. Everything feels swollen, my face feels tight, like I cried myself hollow.
I swallow. “Did you… bring me here p>
He doesn’t pretend not to understand. “Yeah p>
I stare at the wall for a second, trying to piece it together. The last clear memory I have is the cold floor under my legs. My back against the door crying until my chest hurt.