In The Dark

Number Five. Bad Aura

"Dinner?" He asks me, though I know it is less of a question and more of a demand, it doesn't really matter whether I want to go or not. Carter just likes to ask to not seem like the rude bastard he is... maybe he really is a bastard.

"Sure" I sigh, pulling myself out of bed, where I had been perched with a book, I may have read it many times, but the town library has a small collection and Carter rarely goes to get me more.

"I'll be in the living room" He announces, leaving me to get ready and curl my hair into place, I won't lie and say I don't intend to rile and then deny Carter tonight. Well, at least attempt too.

"You look sexy!" He tells me, voice deep and gravely when I step out in a short length black dress, it's tight and ruffled against my curves.

"I know" I beam, walking to the door and waiting for him to open it, but his approach to me has other ideas written all over him.

He pushes me down onto my knees, unbuckling his belt quickly, my mouth is on him as soon as he is out and as much as I hate to admit it, I don't mind giving him head. Maybe I just love the feeling of having something in my mouth.

Carter's thrusts are deep and have me pinned back against the door, as I gag slightly at his speed and depth, there's drool seeping down my chin and I feel disgustingly turned on. I can't help but let my fingers dip into my panties as I tighten my mouth around him, my moans around his cock only increasing his pace.

I shudder around my own fingers, my moans and release triggering his as I swallow around him, he cleans my face with his fingers, pushing it into my mouth to be cleaned as he does mine.

"We're going to be late" I say, my voice hoarse from having his dick down my throat only minutes ago.

"Oh please, we both know nothing is happening until I get down there"

"Whatever you say King Carter" I giggle, following him into the elevator with an annoyingly stupid smile on my face as he laughs at my bad joke.

There's so many people downstairs, especially for a weekday but it's common and people go on business trip I know. How do they swing a business trip to this hellhole though?

Our table is only half full and there is a smiling Abel sitting in the chair next to mine again, and a weight lifts off my shoulder as I look him over, unharmed and happy. Which means Carter didn't kill or hit him. In saying that Lewis would probably kill Carter himself if he got into an altercation with one of the crew members.

"Carter, Liz" He nods, as we sit down, being next to him again makes a small knot of happiness form in my stomach. Maybe it's my strangely good mood from Carter's dick but my usually rained on hope is blossoming all over the place tonight.

I know it will be ripped from me soon enough, but for once I am content with leaving it there, it feels nice to not squash it myself. For once, the food comes quickly for once and I order a salad, previously I told Carter that I had been feeling like one. To my surprise he listened.

"When do you leave?" I ask, voicing my question to no one in particular, everyone but Abel is involved in conversation, so he answers for me, with no apprehension for Carter being next to me.

"One and a half days" He smiles, shrugging. "Won't be long though"

"Probably longer than you think" I supply.

"Why's that?"

"Tyler, Skye and Daniel like to make a stop and collect some... souvenirs, some stupid thing they've been doing for years but it keeps them amused and on task"