Insanity At Its Best

83 - butterflies

Back to Black by Beyoncé ft. Andre 3000

I walk into the elevator and I lean against the cold metal wall. Jack walks in behind me and stands at the door. His front facing me. I feel an odd sense of déjà vu come over me.

My eyes are connected to his and I can feel the tension in the air. His eyes are scanning me up and down. Taking in my body. My dress has hitched up significantly higher. Exposing my garter straps more.

I look up to see that we still have a long way to go until we make it to our floor.

"Take a picture. It lasts longer" I tell him and he raises his hand to his mouth. He passes two fingers down the side of his mouth.

I swallow thickly and hold my hands behind me.

He stands tall, his hands clasped in front of him. His hair has now fallen in front of his forehead. The gel has faded away with the hours gone by.

"You just gonna stand there?" I ask him and begin to walk closer to him. I stop a few centimetres away from him.

I reach out to touch his chest but before my hand could make contact with him the elevators open.

He looks down at me, watching intently as I walk past him. Brushing him a little.

I stop in front of his door and he clicks in the code. He holds the door open as he walks inside. I follow behind him and he shuts the door forcefully behind me.

I feel his large hand land on my lower back and I gasp slightly at the suddenness.

He pulls me back to him and my back hits the wall.

His other hand is now next to my head. His head leans down and I close my eyes as his nose slides down my neck. I can feel his heavy breathe against my hot skin.

My chest rises and falls quickly as my heart begins to race quicker.

I stand below him, my palms flat against the wall surface. I lick my lips without thinking and open my eyes to see Jack staring at them.

His eyes full of lust, full of hunger. For me.

His hand rises and lies against my cheek. His thumb swipes against my bottom lip slowly.

"Stop teasin'" I plead and for the first time since we left he smirks.

"I say when it stops" he mutters and I nod.

"Please" I beg and try to bring him closer to me but fail. He grabs my hands with one of his and holds them above my head. I bite my lip.

"Let's try this again. I want to play and you'll play for as long as I want" I nod and lean against the wall for support.

The hand that was on my back falls from me and he walks away. Leaving me frustrated.

He walks towards the table with a nice bottle of open scotch on it. I close my eyes trying to gain my breath from what just took place before following behind him.

He pours himself a drink and places his hands on the glass table.

I stand behind him and watch wearily as he continues to drink his liquor.

"Go upstairs" he mumbles, he casts a side glance at me for a brief moment before looking in front of him.

I begin to walk away from him and he clears his throat.