A Face Made For Daylight

Good Morning, Cheeseburger

Stella began to undress in the middle of her new room staring at the scattered boxes of her valuables.  The room looked much like Alistair's but smaller and there was no separate floor for a sitting area.  The bed faced a small fireplace with long decorative windows on one side of the room.  She felt strangely calm considering the situation she found herself in.  This wasn't exactly anything she ever envisioned for and to plan a strategy around it seemed impossible at the moment.  She didn't bother checking her phone.  She knew there would be no calls, no texts.  No one was going to check on her.  

She made her way to the ensuite bathroom and caught her reflection in the mirror.  Her dark long hair, a a mess, her face sunken and dull.  She looked like hell.  She contemplated not leaving her room at all, but even though she felt like she was living in a Stephen King novel, she had to try to get answers, join the dots, find an exit strategy and leave this nightmare behind.

Stepping back to the room, looking through her belongings, she pouted raising her brows impressed that her clothes have all been folded.  Thank you, Jackson, I guess.  A Shiver went up her spine as she thought of how many times Alistair had ordered his men to pack the lives of random women, he held captive.  She wondered how many women stood in her place before her, prepped themselves in the bathroom mirror, slept in this bed.  Slept in his bed.  Did he fuck them?  Did they enjoy it?  Her thoughts went to his smirking face, his naked torso, his barely-there silk slacks.  Stella snapped back to reality when she felt a deep tingling stir in her. What am I doing??  She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and stepped into the shower.  All the décor in this home was a mix of rustic and modern.  The colours were dark.  The shower floor a dark granite surrounded by glass.  The large shower head centered above her.  The water, cascading down in the most soothing way, as if she was standing in a calm rainfall.  The water kissing her skin, washing away her thoughts.   The only sound stronger than the steady water hitting the tiles, was his voice. She can hear his raspy voice, his thick accent.  I bet you love to get off first thing in the morning.  She knew it was wrong but thoughts of him overwhelmed her.  The water splashing down her naked body, awakening her, didn't help.  She can feel her heat throbbing between her legs begging to be touched.   What's wrong with me, this is fucked up.  She can feel her heart pounding in her ears, her heat quivering.  She shut her eyes recollecting this thumb brushing her lips, his finger hovering over her jeans, that v shape of his lower body, the hair trailing down from his belly button to a place she knew would ruin her.  And of course, his words.   I eat pussy.  And Stella? I'm really good at it. 

Lost in her day dreams, she didn't realize her hands trailed down to her heat.  Her lips parted letting out a stifled moan as her fingers circled her clit. The water from the shower hitting her shoulders, sliding down her neck, lightly grazing her nipples.  She bit her bottom lip as she can feel her breath hitching.   Her fingers pressed harder into her sensitive spot flicking herself side to side and in small circles, building herself up mixing her movement.  She couldn't stop her mind from picturing him between her legs, his gelled hair tousled, his hand pulling her tight skin from her slit around her opening, exposing her clit for him, his mouth covering her sensitive nerves sucking and pulling, groaning into her, his brown eyes looking up at her as he laps her like an animal.  She can picture his other hand under her, near her folds, his fingers stretching her, punishing her with speed and power.  She leaned forward in the shower trying to balance herself. She felt jolts of excitement rush through her jerking her body into little spasms.  Her other hand squeezing her breast, landing on her hard nipples as she pulled and teased herself.  The fog inside the shower consuming her, she didn't care where she was, and why she was there.  She felt good and that's when she heard his voice.  And not in her head.

"Stellllaaaa" He sang her name in a deep voice.  Stella felt blood rush to her head, her ears burning, her scalp on fire, a lump in her throat pushing against her.  Her heart was pounding out of her chest.  She opened her eyes terrified as to what will greet her, surprised to not see anyone there.