I looked at my make up for the last time as I stepped outside the car. The pain of heartbreak is ugly for sure; it makes you cross all the limits to get over it and sometimes knock the unexpected doors too. I took a deep breath and started reading his email to me again.
He asked me to wear tiny black dress paired with black thongs and nothing inside. The dress was tiny and tight, my breasts were popping out of it, and I had no control on it. The four-inch uncomfortable heels were making me slutty and helpless at the same time.
I took a deep breath and knocked on his door, I was able to see my reflection at the glass door, I was in extremely loud makeup, and green tinch of my last hair color was still visible. With a little crack someone opened the door, there he was. A friend, a stranger, a mentor and a master at the same time. With a warm smile, he welcomed me in and asked me to sit on the couch.
We consumed too much alcohol, and I was able to feel my body losing its control. He snapped his fingers twice, with no nod, he grabbed me by his arm and took me to his room. I was too drunk to make an have a conversation and probably that’s what he wanted. He grabbed me by my neck and threw me on the bed.
I kept enjoying every move he was making; he kept clutching every part of my body till he reached my breasts and started squeezing them mercilessly, with each moan which is was leaving my mouth his brutality was increasing.He got up after some time, and I was still there. I was able to feel something icy running on my body. I looked out and realized it is a scissor and he cut down my dress in two halves right in front of me.
Here he had, full access to my breasts and kept staring at them and kept pinching them. He was getting turned on by the fact that I’m reckless and drunk with him. He smudged my lipstick with his thumbs and distorted my whole face. I kept laughing, noticing small details of his place. His entire room was in shades of white, the sofa, the table, the curtain I was wondering these things when suddenly a finger made its way inside me, and I jumped.
He was freakishly strong, he kept fingering me, and from the other hand he held my hands tightly and kept whispering in my ears, ‘You know you want it, come on say it, say that you need it’ he kept fingering me till I started screaming and I had an orgasm. There was no turning back for him, he pushed me off the bed and made me go on all four on the couch.
‘I want you to count every thrust’ he said and started fucking me from the back. He kept doing that till he came. I remember every second of that session. I remember how he kept abusing me and kept smacking me all the time. I remember how he stuffed my thongs inside my mouth and kept doing me and I remember how I collapsed on the bed once he was done.
I got up in some time to clean myself, and I stepped into the bath tub. My favorite song was on, and I didn’t realize when I indulged myself in the sleep. I woke up to someone’s hands near my inner thigh. It was him; he made me leave the tub and go to bed. He fingered me till I came again and licked me dry. I was so tired that I fell asleep in no time. I woke up in the morning with brand new clothes waiting for me on the bedroom couch, breakfast on the side table and a note which says, ‘We’ll keep doing this until and unless I make you forget his name.’
I smiled and got up to leave for office. As I went down, I bit my lips wondering when I will see him again.