Authors: S.J. Maylee
“Somewhere
along the way we lost it.”
“You
walked away. You let Rob have me.”
“He
clearly wanted you.”
“You
never did.”
“That's
where you're wrong, sweetheart.” He must have turned the controls to the next
setting. An inconsistent pulse stroked her pussy. “But my best friend spoke up
first.”
“You
couldn't have cared all that much if you just let him have me.” Her pussy was
on fire. She rolled her hips, expecting the orgasm to take her over any second.
She welcomed it.
Anything to take her away from the
conversation.
“You
seemed fine with the arrangement.”
She
bit her lip and closed her eyes. Memories flooded her thoughts. She had been
fine with the outcome. Rob was easy to love, but it had always been Marcus that
she’d been
in love
with. He was the
only man that always lit her fire.
The
vibe stilled.
“Fuck.
Turn it back on.” Her pussy pulsed on the edge of bliss. She needed to get to
the other side of this hill and black out the impending heartache because it
was the only way she could see this ending.
“Not
until you tell me what you were just thinking.” He came towards her.
“Why
are we talking about this? It's not important.”
“It
was Rob who you wanted back then. Not me, right?” He stepped between her wide
spread thighs.
“I
was a stupid teenager. What did I know?” She could smell him, the closer he got
the more she inhaled his delicious woodsy sent. As a teenager, that smell turned
her on so much she'd spent many of her evenings masturbating, imagining him
coming through her bedroom window and fucking her all night long. “I was
stupid.”
“Are
you telling me you were wrong?” He felt his way up her thigh and around her
clit.
“If
I was wrong, then you were wrong too.”
He
removed the vibe and then pushed several fingers inside her, rubbing over the
exact spot the vibe had heated. He was relentless, nudging the vibe against her
clit. A storm swept over her, squashing any chance for coherent thought.
“I'm
coming, Sir.”
“Good.”
He pumped into her and ruthlessly rubbed her clit. “I'm curious if you'll
become more compliant.”
She
moaned as her pleasure soared higher and higher. He continued to work her body.
There was nothing she could do but give in to his domination. She'd always
dreamed of him wanting her. Never could she imagine the power of emotions that
would storm through her. All those months ago when he worked over her backside,
he'd given her what she needed, but she hadn't needed the release.
Or
did she?
That
one night had puzzled her for months. Maybe she didn't know what she needed.
Her
heart had always wanted Marcus and here he was driving her to orgasm.
She
needed to live in the moment. That's all there was after all.
This.
He
curled his fingers over and over that spot inside her and any restraint she had
ripped away. Her body felt like it was flying and she never wanted to come
down.
Chapter Five
She'd
always been a drug to him, something that made him think crazy thoughts, like
kidnapping her so he could have her all to himself. He used to hate sharing her
with Rob. She was the creature capable of making him forget who he was, and forget
what mattered most to him.
An addiction for sure.
The
day Rob mentioned he was interested in asking her out was a dark day. He was
disgusted by his thoughts. It wasn't just that he wanted Gina to turn Rob down but
also that he wanted to stand in front of what his friend wanted. Marcus wanted her
to say no to Rob, and confess it was because she was in love with him.
His
lust for one girl had had the power to wreck what the three of them shared. He’d
forced himself to deny his feelings. There were still days he’d wished he’d
fought for her. But eventually, he was thankful for Rob's declaration.
Eventually.
His addiction to Gina hadn't been healthy and
for a long time she and Rob had been happy.
He
lightened his touch as the pulses coming from her lessened. His need for her
might be as strong as when he was a young man, but he needed to remember she
was more conniving than ever. Gina had a way to get what she wanted. It was
time to turn the tables and push her to share what she’d been hiding.
“Why
didn't you tell me you wanted me back then?”
“I
may have been wrong, but I wasn't foolish.” She squeezed her eyes closed. “I
knew you didn't like me.”
“I
didn't like being in the middle.” He pushed the vibe back into her. “That was
then. Now, I simply don’t trust you. You're probably manipulating me right now.”
He turned it on. “What do you want?”
****
“Oh,
damn.” Cream seeped from her pussy. Her resolve weakened.
“Why
did you let me string you up?” He licked his lips.
“I
wasn't prepared to have you here.” She rocked her pelvis. “Why did you have to
stay?” She cried out. “Why? You never stay.”
“I
was expected to.” He stroked her thigh. “Besides, I don't follow your
directions.”
“I
wish Keller hadn't made you a part of this.” Her life may be a tangle of lies
and half-truths, but she had everyone in their corners. Everyone needed to play
their parts. She rolled her hips and a wave of pleasure skirted over her
senses. Marcus was supposed to keep his distance. He shouldn’t be able to stand
being in the same room with her, let along touch her and bring her pleasure.
How could she keep her feelings for him locked away when he touched her like
this?
“I'm
glad he did.” He caressed her knee. “I needed to know about your mom. I care
about her and this isn't something anyone should have to deal with on their
own.” He turned off the vibe and made his way into the kitchen.
“Where
the fuck are you going? Get back here.”
“How
is it you can talk to me with all this venom, but you can't talk back to your
stepfather when he's clearly being repulsive?” He took his time getting a glass
of water and plunking in a couple of ice cubes from the freezer.
“I
don't want to talk about him. Would you hurry up please?”
“Interesting.
It's almost
like you're giving him a pass. Why is that?” He walked around her, letting the
wetness from his fingers drip onto her chest. Then, he snapped open the front
clasp on her bra, exposing her further.
“That’s
too cold.” Goosebumps rose across her chest and arms. “He's married to my mom.
It's not more complicated than that.” She squeezed her eyes shut.
“More half-truths.
That's so your
style, Gina.” He sat down on a stool at the counter.
“I'm
not here for your viewing pleasure.” She swung her feet, getting nowhere. “Get
me down if you're done playing.”
“I
have an idea.” He sat down his glass and picked up an ice cube. “How about I
play until you tell me exactly what's going on.” He dragged the stool over to
her, settled between her legs, and then circled her nipple with the ice cube.
“Oh
come on.” She hissed. “That’s so cold.”
“You
don't want to talk about your stepfather, than tell me about your stepsister. I
thought you and Leslie got along.” He circled her other nipple.
Her
nipples tightened and she tried to block out everything but how he was making
her feel.
“Why
does it feel like you're avoiding her?” When she didn't answer, he guided a droplet
of water to land on top of her nipple and watched as it slid around her breast.
“Don't want to talk about your stepsister either. It’s quite the pattern.” He
dragged the cube down and circled her naval. “Why don't you talk back to your
stepfather?”
“Don't.”
It was no use. The ugliness always found its way in. “Red! Red.” She hunched
her shoulders, even tried to pull her knees together. “Please, don't.”
“What
the hell.” He gripped her thighs.
“Please,
don't touch me and talk about him.” Pressure seized her muscles.
He
tossed the cube toward the sink and immediately moved to get her down. Once he
had her settled on the couch, he slipped the dangling bra straps from her arms
and wrapped the throw he found around her shoulders. “Are you okay?”
“I'll
be fine.” She gripped the edges of the blanket and tugged them tightly around
her like a shield. So many times she’d protected herself from the truth.
Telling Keller and Mistress Charlie had been hard, but she’d never been in love
with either of them. This situation was quite different.
“That's
not what I asked.” He fetched his glass of water and held it to her lips. “Take
a sip.”
She
complied not only because she needed the drink but she needed the moment to
think everything over and calm her racing heart. Never before had she had such
an intense need to tell someone the whole retched story. She looked at him.
“Keep
the glass.” The way he had his eyebrows all pinched and the intense way he
watched her, she knew she’d need to tell him something. He pushed back the hair
from her face. “You're going to have to start talking.”
“Dale's
really good to my mom. Or
I should say, he makes her happy
.”
“That's
a good thing.”
“Absolutely.
You know how
she was when my dad died.”
“I
remember. It was hard to watch.”
“It
got worse when we were home at night. Once her sobbing started, it took her a
long time to calm down.” It felt good to share the memories with someone who
knew her mom back then. “I tried to show her how to move on. I pushed away my
sorrow.” She played with the condensation on the glass. Little droplets fell on
the blanket.
“That
was kind of you.”
“Blocking
out all my
hurt,
only helped so much. Dale changed all
of that.”
“I
don't like the way he talks to you.”
“You're
not the only one.” She shivered.
“Tell
me what happened.”
She
took another sip of water and examined him. His concern seemed genuine but any
hope she had for him growing to love her was forgotten a long time ago.
Besides, the truth would more than likely make him despise her even more.
“Go
on.” He rubbed her knee.
“I
suppose it's past time I tell you.” She took a deep breath. “It all started
about a month after they got married. First, it was a comment here and there.
Never when anyone else was in the room, at least not at first
anyway.”
She took another sip and handed him the glass. “Once he
realized I wasn't going to run to my mom and tattle on him, he got bolder,
standing too close, grabbing my knee under the table.” She pulled her feet
underneath her.
“Shit,
Gina. I had no idea.”
“They'd
invited us over for dinner about a year ago. Rob got stuck at work.” She looked
out the window, hoping it would be easier to get it all out without looking at
him. “I came up by myself and he was going to come as soon as he could. My mom
wasn't home when I got here. She and Andrew were still at the market.” She gathered
the blanket tighter around her shoulders. “It had been a long week. Our old
boss was nothing like Keller. We were working crazy hours. Our project was
about to launch. I took one look at the lake and I got lost. The stress of the
week stripped away. I didn't even hear him come into the room.” She stared off,
her gaze unfocused.
He
sat back in his seat, probably guessing what was coming.
“He
whispered disgusting things in my ear and put his clammy hands all over me,
groping my ass. I swung at him but he used it against me.” She closed her eyes,
disgusted that she hadn’t been able to put a stop to it. “He took hold of my
wrist and bent me back. Told me to comply or he'd tell my mom I'd come on to
him. That's when we heard Leslie arrive.” Her heart pounded. “He wasn't
expecting her. I used the moment to get away from him, but I didn't know what
to do.”
He
squeezed the edge of her blanket tight in his fist.
“My
mom couldn't find out.” She looked down and watched his knuckles turn white. “He
said if I told Leslie what he'd
done,
he'd run to my
mom and blame me. I didn't know what to do. I honestly don't know if she'd
believe me. The whole mess certainly had the power to break her heart all over
again. I didn't know if she'd survive that.” She sucked on her lip. It had been
a horrible day, one that tore her life in two. She still hadn’t gotten the
pieces of her heart back together.
“What
did you do?”
“Nothing, not at first.
I think I was
frozen. I couldn’t process it. But then Leslie came in. That's when he shoved
me away and started yelling at me, calling me a slut for making a pass at him.
I ran and got sick in the bathroom.” She took the glass back from Marcus and
sipped, hoping to calm her stomach from reliving the nastiness.
He
pulled a tissue from the nearby box and wiped at her eyes.
“The
two of them were making so much noise. My mom was going to be home any minute.
I had to get them to stop. My mom couldn't know.” She looked at him, her eyes wide.
“It could have killed her. That piece of shit was the only thing keeping her
together. But Leslie was my champion.” Her heart swelled when she remembered
how her stepsister had fought for her. “She didn’t believe any of it. She
railed on him for ruining their home. I had to yank her off him. I wanted to
hug her for standing up for me. I've never been able to thank her. It was
during their argument that I realized what I had to do.” She looked at Marcus,
wanting to see his disgust when she told him what she did.
He
grabbed the box of tissue and set it beside her.
“I
told her to stop defending me, that I didn't deserve it. I let him make those
moves on me. She was so surprised. She wasn't going to believe me. I told her
how I wanted her father, that he was so much more than Rob. I can be pretty
convincing.”
“I
know.” His expression was
blank,
clearly he had an
idea of how awful she really could be.
“Thankfully,
it worked.” She shrugged her shoulders. “She spit at me and left. I didn't
chase after her because I knew my mom would be home any minute and I still
needed to make sure Dale would stay quiet.” She got up and walked around the
couch. “I think Leslie ran into Rob as she left. He never did come into the
house that night.”
“He
just left?”
“Of
course he did. You can't tell me you wouldn't have believed Leslie.” She got
up.
“What
the hell, Gina.” He blocked her path.
“Don't
yell at me.” But that’s exactly what she needed. She needed Marcus to yell at
her and tell her what a terrible person she was. It would make the wreckage
complete.
“Why
didn't you tell Rob the truth?”
“You
don't think I tried?” The pressure from that day was back and filling her with
its poison. “He was packing up his stuff when I got home. I told him
everything.
Even about negotiating with Dale to keep it from
my mom which was all that mattered.”
“I
can imagine he was a bit pissed off at that comment.”
“You
have no idea.” She rubbed her forehead, squeezing out a bit of the pressure.
“His face got all red. Then he just picked up a box and took off. I chased him
down the street and made him promise not to say anything to my mom. I don’t
think he knew what to believe. For all I know, to this day he probably still
thinks I cheated on him. I didn’t let him leave until he agreed to stay silent.”
“He
never shared the whole story with me. He just kept telling me your cheating was
not why you two divorced.” He sat back down.