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For all the darkness that consumed her, Jenna was surrounded with nothing but brilliant white light. Her body sang with sensation, her nerves cried out as electricity shot through to the pinnacle of each and every one with insane precision. Her muscles twitched and flexed, her fingers twisted into the sheets, the heels of her feet dug into the fleshy fabric of her bed. Floating on a haze of euphoria, it was only the insistent ping of the dead phone line that kept her tethered to planet Earth.
What had taken her over? Why had she been so reckless? Why had she allowed her guard to fall down with such impunity? What was it about the sound of Emily's voice in her ear that led her down such a twisted and delicious path?
This was not her. This was not Jenna Marshall. This loose and wanton creature who let go of tight consequences and rigid repercussions with such ease was unknown to her. Yet it had all felt so easy, so real, so fucking natural. When Emily had asked her, she'd barely hesitated. When she had commanded her, she'd not even resisted. When she'd ordered her, she'd utterly reveled in it. Why? How could all her barriers melt away, not just in front of Emily but also in front of A?
She knew what kind of creature A was. She knew how vindictive. She was not ignorant, she was not naïve. And yet… and yet! She had wanted this. She had wanted this since the moment she'd first heard that tone in Emily's voice outside the aquatics centre, since she'd heard the first sentence fall unhindered from her lips, since she'd heard the whimpering and the begging and the pleading from Paige. She'd thought of this; she'd thought of nothing else but this!
And now it was done, now it was done what now? What happened next? It wasn't as if she'd have to avoid awkward eye contact with Emily at school. To all intents and purposes she could easily carry on as if nothing had happened, as if she'd never heard a thing, as if the phone had never run and she'd never fucked herself for the girl on the other end.
But she wanted more. Her body felt insatiable. The thrum of blood rushing through her veins already demanded more of the same. She ran both hands over her naked body, thrilling at the instant reaction, the instant memory, stretching out across the sheets and luxuriating in the song her limbs sang. Her cunt throbbed violently as the other girl's face sprang up before her dead eyes. Emily, Emily, Emily.