Punching Bag

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Godwin came in not longer after Townsend left and told me the afternoon will be rescheduled.

He walked me out and into the car that took me home.

It wasn't until I've just sunk into the bath, alone and relaxed that I'm able to process what happened.

He was hard for me. Almost the instant he grabbed me he was hard.

His breathe on my ear, my neck. My desperation to rub against him. My need for him in that moment. What I think was his need for me too. But he stopped himself. He pushed me away and left. God I so badly wish he hadn't pushed me away.

I wrap my hands around my neck, imagining they were his. I lean my head back against the bathtub, when a soft moan escapes me. I trail my hand down passed my breasts and down to my pussy, slowly starting to rub circles on my clit.

I think of his hard cock against my leg. Imagining how it would feel and taste. How hard he could have fucked me against the shelves.

My pace quickens, and it doesn't take long for me to reach my orgasm. I scream and moan his name as I finish. Ending in a collapsed panting heap in the bathtub.

•••

I continue the rest of the day as mindlessly as I can. I exercise and go for a run, make some food and try to scrap together all the information I can for Reddington while trying my best to keep Townsend off my mind.

For obvious reasons it doesn't work.

Even without the facts that I'm spying on him for the biggest crime lord in the world, and that he's psychopathic, Townsend is basically twice my age and clearly isn't mentally fit to be dating.

Would I even want to date him? He wouldn't date anybody. Fuck them maybe. Although I've never heard about him having crazy sex habits. Date seems too immature and mundane of a word for Townsend. He seems like he'd just be with someone. That he'd choose them.

Do I even want him to choose me? What would that even look like? Why am I even reading into this, I clearly just have issues of my own and find his psychopathic nature to be attractive. Like a teenage girl to an older bad boy. I just want to fuck him, that's all. That will go away on its own anyways.

I startle a little in my seat as my phone rings, bringing me out of my thoughts.

It's an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Cora. It's Neville."

My heart pumps faster instantly. He's never called me before. Some assistant calls me to organise a car pick up time.

I feel a little awkward from how we left things this morning.

"Hi." Is all I can think to say.

"I need you to come somewhere with me tomorrow. Something has happened down at the docks that needs sorting out." He sounds quieter than usual. Maybe he feels awkward too.

"Yeah of course. I'll be ready for the car." I haven't thought enough about how I want to approach Townsend from now on. Being awkward or shy or scared isn't going to help anything. But I can't be cocky or confident in case it pisses him off. I think the best approach is to ignore it and move on for now.

"I'll have someone let you know the time and we can talk more about the situation on the way there." He says, seeming a bit more comfortable.

"Okay, no problems." I prepare for him to hang up.

"Cora..."

Oh fuck. My heart is in my throat.

"I want to apologise for my behaviour this morning. I asked you to wait so how you spend that time is up to you. You also shouldn't have to explain all your phone calls to me." He says this confidently, professionally.

"I appreciate that thank you. I also apologise, if I acted in a way that made you upset."

I must have triggered him somehow. His paranoia.

"There's nothing you need to be apologising for. I'll see you tomorrow."

He hangs up.