Leave me your coments
BirdsandStars.
I feel his hands again on my body, this time under my legs, and quickly, as if I weighed nothing, he carries me in his arms.
— This is just what I was looking for tonight. Someone to take me to his bed. — I tell him with a smile as I hold on to his neck with both hands.
— I'm not taking you to my bed. — he says very seriously without even looking at me as he continues to walk.
I slide one of my hands over his shoulder and then down his arm.
— You're so strong. — I tell him as I smile at him.
He just grunts as he keeps walking with me in his arms. I feel the air hitting my face as we walk out of the club.
—Where's the car? — he asks, still walking.
And I don't know if he's asking me or Kate. But I'll answer it anyway.
—I won't tell you where the car is, I want you to take me to your bed and fuck me however you want. —he's not answering me.
He holds on to my body and keeps walking until we stop at a car. After opening the door, he sits me in the back of the car and closes the door. A few seconds later I feel the door on the other side open and he enters and sits down next to me.
As soon as the car starts, I approach his body.
—Don't you want to hug me again? —I tell him with a smile as I bring my hands to his chest.
His chest is firm and strong and I slide my fingers to the top of his shirt which has the first buttons unbuttoned. Right now, I'm starting to feel hot and all I can think about is getting naked, or rather he undresses me. Or even better, that he violently tears off my clothes. I insert my fingertips through the opening of his shirt and they touch a light layer of fine hair on the top of his chest. Just then I feel his hands holding mine at the wrists. Preventing me from continuing my exploration.
—Everything you are feeling right now, it will pass. And when you realize reality, it's going to hurt you. —he says to me as he pulls my hands off his chest.
He let go of my hands violently. He passes one arm over my shoulders and pulls me towards him and with the other hand, he holds mine, preventing me from touching him again.
I lay my head against his shoulder while I feel a tingle in my hands once more, just where he is holding them. But I imagine it must be a side effect of the drug they supposedly gave me.
When the car stops again, he pulls me out of it by carrying me once more and leads me to the apartment. I see the silhouette of a woman walking in front of us and I guess it's Kate.
I feel the door opening and he walk to my bedroom. He drops me from his arms when he reaches the bathroom and holds me by the shoulders standing on my back.
—She's all yours. Give her a cold bath, dress her in cool clothes and give me a shout. —he lets go of me and I feel his footsteps coming out of the bathroom.
His hands are replaced by Kate's.
—We're going to give you a bath. —she says to me as she tries to take off my dress.
—I told you, I don't like women, Kate!—I shout to her refusing to make me undress.
—Ana! Don't be so unbearable. —she shouts back at me.
—I want him to undress me! —I yell at her as I point to the door where the guard came out.
—Ana! —she yells at me, losing patience with me.
—Do you know how long I've wanted a man to touch me? I want him to touch me!
—No, you don't! You've been drugged, Ana! React for God's sake! —she shouts at me as she quickly throws me into the shower with all my clothes still on and opens the water. Kate holds me under the water for a long time. I must say that the longer I am under here, the less heat I start to feel, and then I notice that the water starts to get cold.
When I start shaking slightly, Kate turns off the shower and forces me to sit on the toilet.
—Don't move from here. —she warns me by pointing a finger at me.
And I just smile at her as I shake slightly. The wet clothes bother me. I get up and get rid of it all. I have no idea where I throw them.
Kate comes back a few minutes later with a piece of clothing in her hands. She grabs a towel and helps me dry off before helping me put on the underwear and shorts and tank top she brought me.
—Come on. —she says, pulling me out of the room and into the living room.
She sits me down on the couch while she wraps a towel around my hair.
—Thank you, I'll take care of her, go back to your place. —I feel a voice behind me, but I don't turn to see who it belongs to.
—You call me anything. —I see Kate heading for the door.
—Don't worry, with me here, nothing will happen to her.
I see Kate leaving and I feel a few steps behind me and stop in front of me. A hand brings me a glass of water.
—Drink it all.
Why has Kate left me here with the guard and gone away?
I look up at the guard.
The lighting has changed. No more neon lights, no more colored lights, no more dark, no more blurred vision. In the light of the room his face is beginning to look familiar. Why does the guard look like my roommate?
I take the glass of water he offers me and as he said, I drink it completely, giving it back to him empty. He now places a bottle on the little table in front of me and sits beside me while he holds out a banana.
—I am not hungry. —I answer, laughing hysterically, as I refuse it.
—You need to eat it. —he says, offering it to me once more.
I take it out of his hand and as I stare at him I start to peel it, very slowly, without taking my eyes off his. When I have finished, I put it in my mouth up to my throat and suck it while I slowly take it out of my mouth. I have no idea why I do this, but I feel bold and sensual. And all I can think about is that what I'm holding in my hand is something else.
—Ana! —he says with a grunt. —I'm not kidding!
—Neither am I, this is what I want to do to you. —I say boldly as I repeat the same thing.
I repeat the action slowly until he can't stand it any longer and takes the banana out of my hand and walks into the kitchen. I get up and follow him.
—What's your problem? —I ask him as I stop a few feet away from him.
—I don't have a problem. —he says calmly with his back to me.
—You're not attracted to me enough?—he doesn't answer me.
He turns around briefly, looks at me up and down while raising an eyebrow and turns around again looking for something on the cupboard.
—So why don't you want to fuck me! —I scream at him in exasperation.
I know that if I wasn't high or had drink so much, I wouldn't be talking to him like this. I don't talk like this. He turns to me, furiously closing the cupboard door. My eyesight isn't as blurry as it used to be.
Oh God!
I can almost see him well now.
And he's furious.
He's dressed completely in black which makes his height even more impressive. His hair is neatly tucked into a ponytail at the back. He doesn't have a single strand falling on his face despite all the physical effort he's put in on the way from the club to the apartment.
—Is that what you want, Ana? —he says, as I step back until I hit the kitchen counter.
He takes a few steps in my direction and stops his body of impressive stature in front of me. I'm cornered between his body and the kitchen counter. I have nowhere to run. His body and mine are only a few inches apart. They don't touch, but I can feel that electricity between us. He leans forward, lowers his face until it's almost stuck to mine. I can feel his breath on my face and his accelerated breathing.
—That I take you like a savage, like a feverish beast! —Is that what you really want? —he says, staring at me.
For a brief moment I lose myself in his gaze. His eyes are completely black and I don't know if that's their real color or if he's so angry that they look like that. And then I look down at his lips. It's the first time I've noticed his lips. They're fleshy and appetizing.
Humm.
I unconsciously slide my tongue over mine. I don't know why looking at his lips makes me so thirsty or hungry, I don't know. Or maybe it's an effect of the drug. I look back into his eyes.
—I want someone who make me moan and scream with pleasure like I've never done before. —I answer him honestly as he looks at me with a frown.
—You don't know what you're saying. —he says as he takes me by the hand and leads me back to the couch.
He forces me to sit down and sits next to me while he offers me another glass of water and then puts a jar of crackers in front of me.
—Eat. —he demands with an angry look.
This time, I don't disagree with him. I begin to eat the cookies while he offers me water all the time. Two hours later, I have gone to the bathroom four times and have almost finished the cookie jar. I'm also more sane. That feeling of happiness and euphoria that I felt, has completely disappeared. Right now, as I leave the bathroom, I have no idea how I'm going to look at my roommate's face.
I walk slowly with my head down towards the living room. He hasn't moved from the couch. I sit down again next to him with my eyes on my bare feet. I am entertained by looking at the carpet on the floor, which I find very entertaining.
—Look at me, Lia. —he asks me and I look up, but I don't dare look him in the eye.
He brings his hands closer and places them on my cheeks while he turns my face towards his forcing me to look at him. The drug has worn off. But I feel it again. That delicious tingling that starts to run through my body as soon as his hands touch me. His hands are warm and soft and as he holds my face he rubs his thumbs on my cheeks almost imperceptibly as he keeps his gaze fixed on mine. I lose myself in his eyes again as he brings his face closer to mine to examine me more closely. But I don't have time to see the color of his eyes properly, because he separates from me quickly.
—Your pupils are no longer dilated. How do you feel? —he asks me as he slowly pulls his hands away from my face.
And I don't know why, I instantly miss the delicious tingling and warmth of his hands on my skin.
—Better than I deserve. —I tell him quietly. — I'm so sorry, Christian. I'm sorry for everything that's happened tonight.
—You don't have to apologize, you were drugged and drugs have a very powerful effect on someone who has never used. Or when ingested with alcohol. Have you used before? —he asks me quietly.
—No. —I answer while shaking my head. —I really don't know how to thank you for what you did for me tonight.
—What do you remember about tonight, Ana?
That's the worst. I remember everything. I remember everything I said to him, and everything I did. My daring to touch him without his permission. And what I've asked him to do to me.
Oh, shit! Oh, shit!
—Oh God! I'm so embarrassed! —I tell him while I hide my face in my hands. —What you must think of me! —I tell him as I feel the tears start to flood my eyes.
This can't be happening to me. My life has become a rollercoaster of emotions and excitement since the last 24 hours. This is never going to end?
—I haven't thought anything about it, Ana. —he says, taking my hands gently and pulling them away from my face.
He stares at my face. With his thumbs he wipes away some tears that run down my cheeks.
—Why don't you lie down and rest? I'm sure you'll wake up better tomorrow. —he says to me as he gets up and pulls my hands to do the same.
He takes the water bottle and intertwines his fingers with mine as he pulls me towards my bedroom. He puts the water bottel on one of the bedside tables as he leaves me sitting on the bed and lets go of my hand.
—Drink plenty of liquid, if you need me for anything, knock on my door. —he says to me as he turns around and leaves.
I still feel the tingling in my skin as he disappears out the door. This is not normal, his touch definitely has some effect on me. An effect that no one has ever had before.
I let myself fall backwards.
It's late, very late, I'm exhausted and I need to rest. Tomorrow I guess it's going to be a long day. It must be past midnight, though.
Today's going to be a long day.
I stare at the ceiling and think about all the things I did or the things I said. When I look back on it, I don't even think I dared to say or do all that. I imagine that in addition to the drugs and alcohol, the sexual frustration that I have has made its way. I haven't been able to get blow off steam whit a bag for two days. That reminds me, I have to leave early and find a gym nearby to join. The one I was going to is on the other side of town, so I don't think I can go there anymore.
I look for my phone and do a quick search near where I live now. There are several that are relatively close, but only one where they teach the classes I'm looking for. And this one is, to my surprise, right next to this building. Great! Tomorrow I'll go and register and continue my kick boxing classes as soon as possible.
That was one of the decisions I made after I ended my last relationship. Knowing a little self-defense, I could use it. Maybe someday I'll have to use the knowledge I've acquired. With the next idiot.
I put the phone away and go back to bed.
It's been almost two years since I ended the last relationship I had. The jerk left me a message on WhatsApp right after I caught him cheating on me. Of course, he never knew I'd seen it. But it was better that way.
I'm pretty sure he only went out with me for one reason, to meet someone famous. And since I got this job, I've been surrounded by celebrities. Even more so since I switched jobs a year ago.
I've always wondered what he might have seen in a girl like me. I don't have anything fancy. I'm just a normal girl. Not like those slim-fit models with perfect bodies and perfect measurements.
I'm not one of those girls who lives by the calories she takes in. I exercise, like everyone else. Well, not like everyone else. I'm aware that there are people who don't care in the least about their health.
I put all negative thoughts out of my mind and close my eyes. I try to forget what happened tonight and think about everything I have to do tomorrow.
Yes.
Despite everything that has happened to me in the last few hours, I am aware that I needed a radical change in my life and I think I just did.