She woke up to a feeling that made her want to smile and cry at the same time. It had happened several times before. Somehow he had managed to move close to her in his sleep and she woke up with his arm tightly wrapped around her midsection and his chest pressed up against her back.
She laid still and tried to keep her breathing as quiet as possible out of fear of him waking up. She just wanted to enjoy the moment for a few seconds. She looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was only a few minutes away from her alarm going off so she better get out of his arms before he woke up and the morning would be ruined.
She wriggled her way free as slowly as she could. Once she was out of his warm embrace, a groan left him and he rolled over on his back. She couldn't help but smile at his sleeping form. He looked so adorable when he was sleeping. She forced herself back to reality, grabbed her phone and turned off the alarm before it would go off. Better that he just continued sleeping through out the morning until she had to get to work. It wasn't that they couldn't talk together. They talked just fine. She just didn't want to talk to him this morning.
She quietly got dressed and he just slept through it all. She took a final look at him before leaving the bedroom. She knew she needed to end this somehow. Get away from him or rather keep him away from her. He broke her heart everytime and she was hurting more and more for each time, slowly turning into someone she didn't like. She just didn't know how to end it. He was an addiction that she couldn't quit.
She sulked as she ate breakfast, sulked as she sat alone in the kitchen and finished her coffee, sulked as she thought about the man in her bedroom. Five minutes before she had to leave, she made a decision. She walked back into the bedroom and packed her little black cocktail dress and her black heels in a bag. She also packed her hairbrush, perfume and a pack of bobby pins. Just as she zipped the bag, Seth started stirring.
"What time is it?" He asked sleepily.
"7.30. I'm going to work," she answered.
"When will you be home?" He asked.
"Late," she answered.
"Am I or are you cooking tonight?" He asked.
"I'm not cooking," she answered.
She gave answers as close to the truth as she could, hoping he was too tired to catch on to anything. She never could lie to him. The few times she had tried, he had caught on right away. She speedwalked towards the door, anxious to leave the apartment as fast as possible.
"What? No kiss?" He chuckled from the bed.
"No kiss," she yelled over her shoulder.
She heard him start getting out of bed, probably trying to catch her in the hallway for a goodbye kiss. She wouldn't allow it, not today. She knew he would be able to see it on her face. Her speedwalk turned into a sprint and she was out of the front door before he had even made it out of the bedroom.
She worked at the front desk at a big law firm. All the lawyers had their own personal secretaries and most customers would call directly to the lawyer they had personally hired. She was in charge of answering phone calls from new possible customers and making sure people actually had an appointment with someone before they were allowed to step into the elevator. The day went by as any other day, right up until an hour before her day was done and she answered the phone.
"Jackson and Teller's law firm, how may I help you?" She asked.
"I'm at the supermarket and I'm just wondering if I should buy something," the voice sounded.
"Seth?" She asked.
"Hey babe. You don't answer your cell phone," he said.
"I'm working," she said.
"I know. That's why I called the firm. Now, do I need to buy something for dinner or do you have plans with whatever you have at home? I didn't look in the fridge or any of the cabinets before coming here," he said.
"There's some leftover lasagna in the fridge. It should be enough for you," she said.
"And what about you?" He asked.
She leaned her forehead down on her free hand, knowing she had to confess to her plans. He had to know one way or another and telling him now over the phone was probably better than sending a text after work which had been her original plan.
"I'm not coming home for dinner," she said.
"Why not?" He asked.
"I told you yesterday, I have a date," she answered.
"And I told you to cancel it," he said.
"You're not my father and you're sure as hell not my boyfriend so I'm going on this date whether you like it or not," she hissed angrily. "Don't wait up."
She hung up before he could say anything else. She looked at the phone, actually expecting him to call back, but it remained silent. After about ten seconds she finally let out a sigh. She wasn't sure if she had won or not but he wasn't calling back.
After finishing her day she went to the bathroom where she changed and put up her hair. She stuffed her work clothes in her bag and left it under her desk. It would be safe there till Monday morning when she came back. Ahead of her was a date with one of the customers named Taylor. A man that had asked her out several times before she finally gave in and said yes.
As much as she tried, she didn't enjoy the date. She couldn't when she knew Seth was home in her apartment. The man in front of her was kind enough but he wasn't Seth. She faked every smile, even laughed when she knew she was supposed to, but she didn't feel anything.
Seth sat with the tv on but the volume turned down. He hadn't bothered turning on any light inside her apartment. He just stared at the screen without really watching the movie that played. When he heard a car stop outside, he got up from the couch and walked over to the window. He snapped after his breath as he saw her step out of the car in such a little dress. As a man stepped out too, he started getting angry. How dare she dress up that sexy for anyone while he was sitting there alone in her apartment?
"Thank you for a lovely evening," she said.
"You're most welcome," he walked a little too close to her for her liking. "I'd like to repeat it."
He reached a hand up to stroke her cheek and she tried her hardest not to step back and away from him.
"Hey! Get your hands off her!" An angry voice reached them.
They both turned their heads to see a bare-footed and bare-chested man stroding towards them fast. He had sweatpants on but everything else was missing. She swallowed hard. Half naked and angry, Seth was a fucking god to look at as he came bursting through the darkness like that. He moved fast and was next to them in no time.
"And who might you be?" Taylor asked.
"I'm the guy who fucked her last night," Seth crossed his arms. "Something that you'll never get to do."
"You got a boyfriend?" Taylor looked at her.
"No, he's not my... He's not anything to me," she tried.
"Yeah, right," Seth snorted.
"Is this why you've been turning me down so many times? Because you have some unsolved business with someone else?" Taylor asked.
She had no idea where to even begin to try and explain this weird situation to Taylor and she actually didn't want to either. Realizing this was her quick getaway and a good enough reason for him to never ask her out again, she chose the easy way out.
"Yes," she answered.
"Wow, what a fool I must look like," he shook his head.
"Yeah, you look pretty pathetic from where I'm standing," Seth said.
"Shut up, Seth!" She hissed. "Look, Taylor, I'm sorry. You're a good man and I really did enjoy this evening. It's just... Seth and I have a past."
"Don't try to explain. I know when I'm not wanted," Taylor moved towards his car door. "But you could do way better than that."
"Move along now!" Seth raised his voice.
Taylor got into his car and drove away without another word. Seth chuckled as he saw the man disappear. He looked down at Molly and was met with a pair of angry eyes.
"What?" He asked.
"You're a fucking asshole!" She sneered.
She walked towards her apartment as fast as she could on heels and he just followed behind with an amused look on his face. It wasn't until they were inside with the door closed that he spoke again.
"Don't be so mad, babe," he smirked.
"You don't get to tell me how to react. Why do you even come here? You don't even like me," she said.
"I like what I get to do to you," he slowly started moving towards her.
"You can fuck so many other women," she said.
"But none of them are as fun in bed as you are," he said.
He stopped in front of her and pulled her up against his chest. His hands reached down and moved up the little dress until her ass was exposed. He grabbed it with both hands, kneading her soft buttocks.
"Did you like dressing up all slutty for him tonight?" He asked.
She didn't answer. She knew she should still be angry, shout at him or push him away, but instead she leaned her forehead against his chest while her breathing got more heavy.
"I bet you liked the idea of making me angry, thinking you could put images into my head of someone else fucking you. Only problem is that this body belongs to me," he said.
He slapped her ass with his right hand which caused her to yelp.
"It's mine to do with as I please and right now..." His left hand grabbed her hair to tilt her head back so he could look in her eyes. "Right now I wanna fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk the entire weekend."
He saw the tears in her eyes. The tears that she managed to hold back but that still made her eyes wet. He also saw the look behind the tears. The look of lust and desire, the look that just screamed at him, begged for him to take her, the look that also showed how much she was hurting. The look that he didn't wanna see but couldn't look away from either. There was a solution to that.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the kitchen since it was the room closest to where they were standing. He spun her around and bend her over the kitchen table, looking at her exposed ass. He ran a hand over it before pulling the thong down her legs. No need to get her out of that sexy little dress. He liked the way she looked in it, even with it pulled up like that, being nothing but a needy little slut ready to take him.
She heard him push the sweatpants down and she grabbed the sides of the table, already knowing this was going to be a wild ride. She moaned as she felt him run his dick up and down her folds, moaned even though he hadn't pushed inside yet. That's what he did to her. He drove her crazy with need and desire, always wanting more, always wanting him.
"You want this?" He taunted.
"Yes," she answered.
"Say it," he demanded. "Beg for it."
"Please, Seth," she whimpered just like he liked it. "Please, fuck me."
"I'm gonna fuck you, alright. I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he promised.
She screamed as he thrust into hard, not stopping at all, just pulling out and thrusting back in right away, going as hard on her as he possible could. As much as she tried to hold on, her body still slid around on the smooth surface of the table. He loved seeing her like that, all helpless and completely in his power.
"Did you dress up all slutty for another man tonight?" He pulled her up by her hair. "Huh? Answer me! Did you dress up like this well knowing I would be angry?"
"Yes!" She whimpered.
"I fucking knew it. He never saw it coming, did he? You belong to me. You're my fucking slut, you hear me?" His voice was dark and dripping with desire.
"Yes, Seth!" She whimpered again. "I'm your slut. Just yours."
"That's fucking right!" He growled.
He pushed her back down and kept his hand planted between her shoulder blades while his other hand held on to her hip. He continued to thrust in hard, trying to move around a bit to get into her deeper, wanting to hurt her and pleasure her all in one.
"You better cum fast, princess, or you won't be allowed to at all," he warned her.
He knew it wasn't fair of him to turn it around like that as if it was her fault but he knew his own release was near and he didn't wanna slow down and prolong the sweet torture, not when it felt this good. Of course he would if she couldn't reach her own release first, he might be an asshole but even he wasn't that mean, but he knew she would make it when he put it down in words like that.
"Seth!" She whimpered lowly as she tried pushing up against his hand.
"No, you're staying down!" He hissed through gritted teeth. "One minute, princess, or your time is up."
He moved his hand from her hip to her buttock, squeezing it while feeling his own hip hitting his hand time after time. He didn't care. He just wanted to feel her. She started crying out and tensing up, giving him what he wanted as she came, and he smirked proudly as he released himself into her just seconds later. He continued to stand like that, holding her down, enjoying the sight of her still in his power, while he was catching his breath. He finally grabbed both her arms and pulled her back up against his chest, his head lowering down next to hers.
"Good girl," he said.
She felt him slide out of her and heard him walk out of the kitchen. She just stood there staring at the table, not wanting to turn her head and see him leave. She felt dirty and heartbroken all over again. She waited till his footsteps disappeared into the bedroom before she finally allowed herself to move. She grabbed her thong from the floor and walked out in the bathroom. A long hot shower was what she needed and he would be asleep as always once she was done. She undressed and stepped into the shower, and as the water ran down her body, the tears finally left her eyes as well.