It had been two weeks my mom was finally gone and I hadn't seen him I ignored his calls. I refused to talk to him I sent him emails to discuss his portfolio but he wouldn't return my emails to set up an appointment. I was getting tired of his antics with calling me and I knew he was watching me I could feel him when I left the house. He still sent gifts every other day and I would feel him in my room at night but refused to open my eyes and acknowledge his presence. I would leave if he was in my home I didn't want him touching me anymore. Now he hasn't been here in a couple of days and Suzy is wondering why I won't talk about him. I'm trying to make him a distant memory for the time being and focus on my business i had two new clients that I had to focus on as well. I tried to leave the apartment as less as possible and only go out for necessary reasons like groceries or to meet with a client which only happened one time. I sighed as my work day came to a close and I was left to the elements of my apartment and private thoughts.
I put a pot pie in the oven and ordered a movie to watch for the night. After eating my food I had three glasses of wine and undressed to lay down for the night. I turned all the lights off in the house and climbed in my bed under the sheets. My mind was exhausted and so was my body I needed the rest and tonight was my night for it. I cuddled with my pillow and drifted to sleep as my snores filled the room. I began to dream about him and that night we were last together. My body quivered at his every touch and my butt began to sting from the spanking that I've received. i shook violently as the pleasure was flooding me. He was in the room with me I could feel him hovering over my body. I laid still hoping I wouldn't open my eyes and he'd be facing me. His breaths were tickling the fine hairs on my face. Hold it together was all I kept telling myself as I laid there with his gaze burning a hole through me. I put my hand up to push his face away from mine he grabbed my hand and put it against his chest. Feeling him near me this close made me want to pull him closer but I had to remember how he treated me. I opened my eyes and he wasn't there just his scent lingered behind him. I sat up in bed sweatbeads formed on my body and my sheets damp. I turned on my lamp next to my bed and saw the clock said 1am. I sighed as I had another night with him creeping in on me hoping I'd forgive him for his abuse and misuse of my trust.
My morning was a drag since the nights events didn't allow me to go back to sleep. I sat at the counter with my head against it trying to get the energy to finish up on one of my other client's portfolio for a meeting in a few weeks. I blew out a heavy deep breath as I knew I was walking up a steep hill for this today. I was going to do a little Christmas shopping for my family and Suzy I thought about getting him a gift but I was so over him. Finally kicking myself in the butt to get my work done I logged onto my computer and began my days task. It took hours to get things together and I got the bulk of my work done so I was going to take the rest of the day to shop. I shut down the computer and went to take a shower.
Once in the shower I washed up and let the steam fill the bathroom for a minute. I closed my eyes to relish the affects of the water. My body tensed up as his body stood right behind me fully clothed. I wanted to turn around but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing my face. He pressed his lips against the back of my neck and kissed it gently. Then without notice he pushed up against the shower wall as he grabbed a breast in one hand and swiftly caressed her with his other hand. I didn't budge on the intensity of the amusement that my body felt. Just like the human sensations to betray you. I cursed myself for allowing this to happen but he had me in his world and I couldn't find a way out no matter how hard i tried. But I didn't put up a real fight to get rid of him either. A part of me still wanted his selfish undertaking of my body, mind and physical pleasure. He dug his fingers deep into me taking me out of my stupor. The feeling was intoxicating in the point of no return. I pushed my hips back on his hand as he tried to move deeper. He snatched them away just as quick as they went in. I was left breathless and sent back to the feeling of dismay. But before I could dig deeper into my annoyance he found his way back in stretching me a bit causing me to whimper in pain. He took control not letting me sink in the moment gradually giving me inch by inch. I gasped for air as my airway was being restricted.
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BURN "28 Flames" Book One
Hayran KurguAbigail "Abby" Trotter isn't your average 24 year old. Yeah sure she lives off of nothing but noodles and pizza. But she's far from what people see on the outside. Choosing to live a life of destitution to get away from her not so picture perfect pa...