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It’s all too easy to imagine wrapping my hand around that wet, dark hair, pulling her head back as I fucked her from behind, making her come like that until she was so drenched that all I’d have to do is nudge my cock upwards a little in order to sink into her tight asshole–
You’re clearly not a virgin, Athena–or is it, Natalia? But have you ever been fucked in the ass?
“Oh god–” The words spill out of my lips in a harsh grunt, heedless of anyone who might hear, but the world has dissolved around me anyway. There’s nothing but her, nothing but the sight of her other hand coming up to rub her clit again, her legs splaying wide as she pushes herself into the mattress, ass stillarched back as I see her start to come again, grinding against her hand as she drives herself to a second orgasm.
To my utter shock, I feel a bolt of pure pleasure tear through me as my balls tighten and my cock erupts for a second time, jetting more hot cum against the bushes. My entire body shudders, my teeth clenched around a moan, as I come twice without a break in between for the first time in my life.
I watch her slump against the bed as my cock finally starts to soften in my hand, and I feel as if my entire body is pulsing. The awareness of where I am and what I’ve just engaged in starts to come back to me, and I quickly fix my clothing, tucking myself back into my jeans and zipping them up.
This is turning into an obsession. This has nothing to do with revenge. She’ll never even know you were here. This is on you, and nothing else.
I watch her fumble for a blanket, dragging it up over herself as she snuggles down into her pillow, her other hand reaching for the light switch. I feel my heart drop a little in my chest with sudden disappointment as her body disappears under the blanket–and then everything else fades into darkness–and I know I’m dancing very close to the edge of something I don’t want to cross over into.
It was just tonight,I tell myself, looking around to see if I’m clear to come out of my hiding place.She got me worked up at the club, and I hadn’t had a release since then. I just needed to let off some steam. Tomorrow, I’ll get back to the real purpose of this.
As I slip out of the bushes and start back down the sidewalk away from her apartment, I tell myself that I won’t push the envelopewith her again. I won’t toe the line so closely between what actually matters to my plan, and what’s just my own desire.
But as I walk down the dimly lit street, hands shoved in my pockets, my thoughts are still full of the sight of her, face buried in her pillow as she shuddered and came on her fingers…and I know that tonight, my dreams will be better than the ones I’ve had before.
They’ll be full of what I imagine to be the sweet sounds of her moans.
Natalia
There’s someone outside my window.
I can’t see who it is, exactly. I can see them out of the corner of my eye, a shadow, a person, but when I try to look, they slip away, like trying to catch a ghost.
I can hear their breathing.Panting. A desperate, clawing need to find me, to catch me, like prey. I’m being hunted; I can feel it.
I should be afraid. I should be quivering in terror, running for my life. But instead, I feel a strange thrill, prickling my skin and rippling down my spine.
Catch me. Hurt me. Do your worst.
I don’t know who it is. I sit in front of my mirror, brushing out my hair, wincing at the stark blackness of it. I hate it.
“This isn’t you, Natalia.”
A voice echoes behind me, as amorphous and shadowy as the figure following me. I look down at the brush in my hand and see thick chunks of dark hair tangled in it. More scatters acrossmy vanity, blowing away in an unseen and unfelt breeze, and when I look up, my hair is honey-blonde again.
I reach up to touch it.
“That’s so much better, isn’t it,lyubov?”
The voice is familiar. I feel hands on my shoulders, clutching, clamping down. And there, above my head, I see them floating, looking at me.
A pair of ice-blue eyes.
I wake up, gasping into my pillow. The room around me is bright, flooded with sunlight–yet another reason I wish I had coverings for the windows. I wince at it, blinking and squeezing my eyes shut before opening them again and pushing myself up on my elbows.
I look at the clock next to my bed.11:00.
“Fuck!” I squeeze my eyes shut again, burying my face in the pillow. I told Ruby I’d go shopping with her today, more as a means of getting her to stop badgering me about letting her come over to my place to hang out than anything else. As much as I enjoy her company, I’m not about to let anyone else into my space, especially after the threatening letters slipped under my door.
Under other circumstances, shopping might not be such a good idea, either. Fortunately, Ruby is in the same sort of financial straits that I am now, which means we won’t frequent any place where I might run into someone from my old life. No one I’d ever met as Natalia Obelensky would darken the door of a shop in this part of town–or several blocks around it.
The only problem is, I’m supposed to meet her in fifteen minutes.
I fling the blanket back, dragging myself out of bed. I feel a faint soreness between my thighs, brought on by how hard I slammed my fingers into myself last night–wanting a rough and hard orgasm to push away the feelings left over from the awful night. What I really wanted was a cock pounding me into oblivion, wiping my thoughts bare, leaving me gasping and liquid at the end of it, but I made do.
