Project X [18+] [Fanfiction]

Chapter XIV: Marked

   My hand was trembling as I picked up the phone, and I had to take a long, deep breath to calm my nerves before answering. Shifter pulled up from the bed and stretched out some, slowly pacing from one side of the bed to the other while his eyes watched my next actions. With a trembling finger I pressed the button to pick up the phone, and brought it up to my face.

  "H...Hello?” The word had barely escaped my lips before the other end of the line came alive with activity, starting with a sudden, high-pitched squeal. It was Jubliee all right; a noise I recognized as her showing excitement. Quite a bit of it.

  "How come you didn’t tell me?!” She barked into the phone quickly, but did not even give me a chance to answer before the next question came. “When did this start? Did you tell anyone before putting it on Facebook? How far have you gotten? Are you hanging out right now?”

  "Listen, I-” My attempt to interrupt her fell on deaf ears almost immediately, and she continued chattering into her end of the line. While she went on I let my eyes drift over to Shifter, who had finished stretching out and now stood at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed over his chest and a small smirk playing on his features. He was completely bare; his length now hanging at half-mast between his legs, and still looking as if it could be encouraged for more. After the rough treatment I had already received that evening, most women would have been ready to call it a night. But then, most women did not have my advantages.

  "I have to go.” I announced into the cell phone, cutting Jubilee off with a firm statement I would not relent from. “I will speak with you tomorrow. I am…” I hesitated for a moment, and my eyes drifted back to Shifter once more. He had suggested what to tell her so she would leave us alone, and in the heat and post-orgasmic bliss of that instant I could think of nothing better to say.

  “I am getting fucked.” I announced, and Jubilee’s usual unflappable personality was forced to pause. She went silent for a moment, before squeaking out in a small voice, clearly surprised at what I had said.

"You...You’re...get-”

  “Getting fucked.” I repeated it clearly and slowly, to make sure there was no miscommunication. “All night. I will speak with you tomorrow.” I did not give her a chance to protest, and I hung up the phone before moving my hand to the side to switch it off entirely. No more phone calls from Jubliee, no more buzzing as Facebook notifications let me know how delighted my friends, acquaintances, and total strangers were at my announcement. There was no more connection with the outside world, and none was needed.

  "Let’s get you cleaned up in the shower, Laura.” Shifter smiled and held a hand out, ready to help pull me to my feet. “You’re a mess.”

  I simply nodded, and moved my hand out to take his, letting him yank me to my feet. He was not incorrect; the past hour or so had left me in a state that was nowhere near presentable. Wrapped in ridiculous clothing I never would have worn otherwise, and smeared with makeup, spit, semen and sweat. Every inch of me felt slimy and worn, from where lines of runny mascara traced my cheeks, to my thighs, slick with my own fluids. When I stood up my lover bent from the hip to press a kiss to my forehead, and he then locked his fingers with my own, taking me to his bathroom.

  So far, the evening had been a thing of therapeutic release for me. The rough treatment, the utter domination, it was as much for my emotional benefit as it was for our shared sexual joy. Every second in which I did not have control was a second in which my burdens melted away, and I could let myself trust another utterly and completely. Shifter did things to me in such a state that I never would have allowed months previously, simply because I had not yet experienced the joy of such complete and total submission.