August Short Story Collection

Cruel

August 25, 2019

(Mature short - you have been warned)

My leg shook as I sat on Mark's couch. He was angry, I could tell. I heard him in the other room talking on the phone. He had never spoken to me with such a harsh tone, but he had gotten close.

I wanted to leave, I wanted out. I didn't want to be in this "relationship". I didn't love him and he didn't love me. But he did love controlling me.

I thought back to when we met, that stupid banquet. I only went because my friend said it would probably help me find a job. I didn't think I'd witness some guy killing someone.

But I did.

And now here I sit, waiting for Mark.

I had run away, hoping he hadn't seen me. Not long after, a man asked me to come with him and he took me to Mark. That was our first proper introduction.

"Please, please," I was crying, unable to stop as I thought I might loose my life. "Don't kill me. I promise I won't tell anyone. I promise. Please just don't kill me."

He had simply laughed at me, wiping away my tears.

"Oh darling, since you asked so nicely I won't kill you. I'm not that cruel."

"Really?"

"Really. But, you're going to have to do something in return for me."

Ever since that day I have been his "personal helper" as he liked to put it. I hated it. I hated him. He was never kind to me.

But I was alive. So I couldn't complain much.

I heard Mark come out of his office and come toward me. I stood and looked at him. He was wearing a blue suit that complimented his tan skin nicely. His striking blue eyes landed on me and he smiled.

"Darling, how are you doing?"

"I'm alright, and yourself?"

Mark was a good fifteen years older than me. I felt like one of those stupid young girls that falls for an older man who just ends up abusing them. And honestly, it wasn't that far off.

"There's never any rest for the wicked." I had learned quickly that Mark did not appreciate my witty comebacks. It was better if I just kept them to myself.

"I'm sorry if your day isn't going as well as you had hoped."

"It's better now that you're here."

He wrapped him arm around me, ushering me to his bedroom. My heart raced as usual. We'd done this countless times and each time I hoped for the same hopeless outcome, for him to simply release me from his prison. But that never happened.

He also never wasted time. There was hardly ever any foreplay, at least for there wasn't. But maybe it was the control he had over me that turned him on so much.

Once inside he began kissing my neck, he never kissed me on the lips. He untucked my shirt from my jeans, pulling my shirt off and then heading to my jeans. I started on the buttons of his shirt and soon enough we were both naked.

He picked me up, laying me on the bed. He paused, looking at my face. He brushed a stray strand of auburn hair out of my face. His fingers traced my face, as if trying to memorize it.

Then he moved on to kissing my neck and down to my breasts.

As much as I despised the man, I couldn't argue that he was a good lover. I didn't have much experience with men, but I knew he was well endowed and quite skilled.

His fingers made their way down to my pussy and I couldn't help but moan. His mouth sucked on my tits while his finger circled my clit.

"Oh my god," I moaned out.

I could feel him smiled against my skin and cursed myself for loving his touch so much.

He kissed his way back up my neck and released my pussy from his heavenly touch. He brought his fingers up to my mouth, rubbing my lips. I reached out and licked them, making him moan.

Mark leaned down and kissed me. His lips were hot against mine and I kissed him back almost desperately. He then entered me making grab hold of the sheets for dear life.

This was the most intimate we had been in the couple of months since I had met him. So many emotions were going through my head and before I knew it I was coming. Mark soon followed after me.

That was quick, quicker than we had ever done it before.

Mark pulled away and looked down at me. I was panting, unsure of what to say or do. He pulled out of me and collapsed next to me.

Usually he would immediately get up and shower. But today he laid beside me. His hand resting on my stomach.

It was so... affectionate. And so not like Mark. Not that Mark I had come to know anyways. I didn't know what to say so I was glad when he finally did.

"Get dinner with me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'll take you somewhere nice."

I laughed, "Somewhere nice? What, you showing me off now or something?"

"Something like that, yeah."

Mark smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile too.

"Sure."

Mark got up and started the shower. He came back into the room and watched me.

"Well are you coming?"

I laughed and followed Mark into the shower. 

Word count: 911