Dark Desires

5

I woke up early the next morning, wrapped in your strong embrace.

I remember glancing at a nearby clock, and noticing it was 7:15, almost time for work.

I tried to wiggle away, but you growled and pulled me back.

''I have to go. I have a job you know.'' I told you, and a smirk had pulled itself onto your lips.

I realized then, with the sun filtering through the window and shining on you, that you were even sexier in the light.

''Sure, there are some clothes you might can wear in the closet. Oh, and hurry back, will ya?'' you growled huskily, kissing me roughly before flopping back onto the bed and going to sleep.

I showered, feeling groggy, and dressed in a pair of simple gray sweats that weren't too big.

I made it to my job on time and took my usual seat.

You remember how I worked at the telemarketer's office right? Well, I took your advice, whether you care or not, and ditched the place.

Anyway, the whole time, I couldn't think straight.

My mind circled around last night's events, the feeling of your hands on me, the hungry look in your eyes, and I found myself craving your touch so badly that I nearly screamed in frustration.

I wanted to believe it was the drugs, but we both know that's not true.

My boss, as you know - well knew - was somewhat nice, if not a little arrogant. He especially liked me, so I guess I used that to my advantage and sped home...well, to your home.

Or should I call it ours? 

I still live there, just so you know, well, should remember.

I walked into the house and found you sitting in the living room, resting your head on the back of the couch, a smirk on your face, your buddies sitting on the opposite 2 couches.

''Back so soon'? I knew you would be.'' you said huskily, causing your pals to snicker, their eyes wandering my body.

You had, no doubt, tuned them in on last night's "events" but right now, with my panties, now cotton blue, soaking wet, I didn't care.

I walked over to you, dropping my clothes to the floor with each step.

Your eyes visibly darkened, if that were possible, and your friends snickers caught in their throats.

''I don't care. I just...I just need to be fucked. Like, now.'' I said, and that was probably when I realized the first change.

The old me would never have said something like that, done something like that.

But you...you brought out this dark desire inside of me.

That was your plan all along, wasn't it?

Your smirk grew wider. ''Making demands now are we? Upstairs, now.'' you growled suddenly, rising and grabbing a handful of my hair before dragging me back to the room.

The love we made....it wasn't passionate. Not in the slightest.

Your touch was rough, and every kiss and bite left a mark, both emotionally and mentally.

You left some 20 minutes later, a satisfied smirk on your face, whereas I was riding an indescribable road of desire and lust.

I ran a hand through my tangled, golden brown hair with a sigh.

Do you remember what you told me?

What you told me before you walked away, smirking?

''When you're ready to fuck again, I'll be downstairs.''