Water's Wet Erotica (Seven Stories: Including Virgin to Vixen Series) (15 page)

“Blinds?”
I sat up
quickly
and looked around the room. I was
home
again. My heart started to race against a horrible panic.

“That
bastard
!
He managed to take me home again without me realizing
it
.
What in the hell?”
Anger started to boil my blood.

I knew that my experiences were
real
, based on the soreness between my legs, but the fact that he kept discarding me like that was starting to take its toll. I wanted to put my hands around his neck and strangle him for dropping me off like a sack of potatoes each time he was done with me. How could he get me to go completely unconscious and take me home each time? Was I just completely exhausted by sex that I was unaware of being transported or was he somehow drugging me? Perhaps it was some form of hypnosis? I was appalled that I had awakened in my own bed, with no knowledge of how I had come home last night.

I wondered if our time together was just a
game
to Jake Shelby.
Was I nothing more than his sexual protégée or student? Was I a plaything?
Was his
only
goal
with me the desire
to
teach
me and then
set
me free? Did he
want
me to
spread
my wings like a beautiful butterfly that had escaped
society
’s cocoon?
Any way I looked at it, I wanted more. Much more! I wanted him to
hold
me through the night and love me as if I were indeed his own. Not use me and discard me!

I took
considerable
pleasure in these new and exciting sexual experiences with him. But the key words were:
with
him
.  I felt unnecessary in his world. I felt safe with him but no sooner did I feel that way than I felt alone again when he left me without a word. What was I to him?

I felt like a lost puppy that he was kind enough to
feed
. But once I was satisfied, he would send me
away
only for me to find my way back to him. I knew I wanted more.

While I lay alone in my bed
,
basking in the soreness of my body, I knew it was time for me to
go
out on my own and let Jake Shelby
go
.
It was time for him to
find
a
new
student and for me to look for the missing element of my life.

He had taught me a lot.
He had shared enough of himself
with me that
I
knew what I
wanted.
I wanted what
we
had but with one key element added: I wanted
love
.

I stood up from the chair that I had been sitting on for over two hours telling
Red
my
story
. She stared at me with
round
, tear-filled eyes. She was a trooper. She had remained in that awkward position on the hard wood
table
for over two hours without one complaint.

She had listened to my story.
She
had
paid close attention from the beginning and she never complained once.
I walked over to her and untied her arms and legs. Her breasts and nipples had flattened from the pressure of the
wedge
under her body.

“Why are you untying me, Mistress?” she asked.

“We’re done for the day.”

“I would love it if you finished your story,” she told me.

“I did.”

“You did? But what happened with Jake?” she asked.

“I never saw him again.”
For a moment,
there was a tinge of sadness in my voice.

“What do you
mean
you never saw him again? I don’t understand. Didn’t he ever
come
through your window again? Didn’t you ever walk past his gallery
again
?
It couldn’t have ended there!” She sounded disappointed.

“I have no idea if he ever came through my window again. I packed my things and disappeared.” I swiped my hand in
the air in a dismissive manner. “Anyway, I’m sure he’s married with small children by now.” I hesitated, “After all, that was three years ago,” I whispered.

“I’m not ready to leave yet,” she crossed her arms over her bare tits.

“I don’t care, our
session
is over today. Put on your clothes and
leave
. I’ll see you tomorrow. That is,
if
you’re up for some serious fetish
play
.”

She didn’t say anything and I didn’t hear her
move
. I was getting my toys and devices picked up in order to
clean
them.

I glanced at Red and saw that she was staring
forward
with a shocked look on her face.
Her eyes were
wide
, and her mouth was slightly
ajar
.
Then I saw her
turn
her eyes toward me.

I knew. I sensed him, smelled him, and heard his breathing. I knew it was
him
. I didn’t move. I waited to hear his voice.

“I’ve spent three years looking for you.”

It was his
deep
, strained voice. I heard the
emotion
behind those simple words. My
body
immediately
reacted.
I felt my pussy moisten, and my nipples pucker but what I noticed most was my
heart
racing against my chest.
I swallowed. I
bet
everyone in the
room
heard me
swallow
.

I was scared.
I wanted to turn around, but my
body
wouldn’t let me.
I wanted to
run
into his arms, but my feet
wouldn’t let me.
I wanted to tell him that I loved him, but my
voice
wouldn’t let me.

I wanted… 

I had just spent two hours telling
Red
about my time, three years ago, with Jake Shelby. The last thing I expected was for him to walk
into
my place of business. I was stunned to the point of fear. I couldn’t move.

I wanted to run into his arms, but my legs wouldn’t let me. I wanted to turn around and look into his eyes, but I had changed. I knew we both had changed. What if I
was
no longer pleasing to him? I couldn’t bear the thought. The silence in the room was similar to a ticking time bomb with seconds
left
before it was going to explode. I had to do something.

“Red, get dressed and leave,” I demanded
,
without turning to look at either of them.

I could tell that she
was
reluctant to leave
the room
. I don’t think it was because she didn’t want to leave me alone
.
I
thought it was
because she wanted closure to the story
that
she had just heard. She wasn’t pleased with how it ended.

“Leave!” I bellowed.

I heard her jump from the table, put on her clothes and excuse
her
s
elf
when she passed Jake on her way out the door. Then I heard Jake take a step into the room.

“What are you
doing
here?” I asked just above a whisper.

He didn’t respond.  I heard the door close and lock. I felt the pit of my stomach twist in knots.

“I’m not the little girl you once knew, Jake. It’s probably best that you leave.” Even as I said it, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted to turn around and look at him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“I’m not looking for that little girl, Alina. I’m looking for the woman
who
ran away from home to prove a point.”

My back was still toward him. I swallowed. “Then you’ve come to the right place.”

“Right,” he whispered. “So
,
I found the woman
who
ran away from home like a coward in the night with something that was mine—something precious that belonged to me.”

“
What?
I took nothing from you!” I nearly turned around to address him directly.

“Are you sure about that?
Bec
ause I have proof that says you did.”

“What proof? Your cameras and your stepsister can accuse me of anything they want, but I’ve never stolen from you.”

Jake was
now
so close to me that his breath hit the back of my neck. I trembled. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back slightly when I felt his warm lips brush against the side of my neck.

He slid his arm around my waist, while his other hand gripped my right arm. My heart was beating out of control. My body trembled to feel his touch again. But I realized that this social call was going to come with consequences—unpaid consequences.

He growled, “You stole my heart,
lil
’
one!”

With those words, Jake’s fingers bit into my skin. I winced at his statement. I could hear the hurt in his voice. I could feel his trembling body as it pressed against mine. Combined, we were an earthquake ready to explode.

“I didn’t realize that your heart was involved.”

“You didn’t stick around long enough
to find out
,” he whispered aggressively in my ear.

With those words
,
my body naturally tried to swing around to confront him. His grip was tight, and my attempt failed. I threw my head to the side and tried to see him when I said, “You didn’t want me to!”

“That’s nonsense. Why would you say that?”

“Jake! Every time we were together, you made sure
that
you wore me out physically
only to leave
me in my room like a sack of potatoes left
on
a doorstep.”

“I tried to bring you into my world slowly! I remember you being a scared little girl standing in a
dark sex club,
gawking at an orgy,” he said.

“Scared? Guess I was so scared that your
manly
instincts took over, and you felt it was your duty to touch me that night?”

“Alina!”
He grabbed me and pressed me harder against him.

I could feel his penis growing
through the fabric of
his pants. My senses were spiraling out of control. “Don’t yell. My ear is right in front of you.”

“You’re
a
sassy little girl.”

“I’m not a little girl anymore, Jake,” I said sarcastically.
“Moreover, I am not sassy. I am assertive.”

“
Is that what you’re calling it? Well, you’re still
a little girl to me. I don’t care what you’ve been doing in your spare time, you still belong to me.”

“I belong to no one!” I reached down and tried to pry his fingers from my midsection.

“Oh
,
quite the contrary, Alina.
You belong to me, and we will be here all night if that’s how long it takes for you to admit that.”

“Admit such a blatant lie only to have your ego fed and then find myself left on the couch in this very room while you make a swift attempt
to
leave without being noticed? No thanks! We’ve shared those
good times
already.”

Jake released me and turned toward the door.
Were my
vile
words so damaging th
at he couldn’t handle the banter? Had he changed that much in three
years?
I swallowed hard against my constricted throat. I wanted to turn around, but I knew it would be easier for me if I didn’t.

The silence in the room was nerve-
w
racking.  I hadn’t heard him unlock, open or close the door, which meant he was still in the room. What was he doing? Why was he quiet?