Page 30 of In The Shadows
I find myself lying in bed, somewhere between waking and sleeping. The man appears before me on the other side of the room. My heart beats faster, and I sweat as his gaze rakes my body from top to bottom. He closes the distance between us and gently combs my hair to the side, out of my eyes.
As if he is unable to resist, he reaches down, caressing my neck, and kisses it so lightly that I barely feel it.
He chuckles slightly as my pulse races under his fingertips, “I guess you’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?”
I nod my head with a whimper.
“You dirty little girl,” he says as he caresses my neck with his tongue.
Effortlessly and weightlessly, he slips into bed with me, causing me to moan at the cold touch of his body. His hands slowly explore my body until he reaches the hem of my t-shirt. He edges it up enough until my pussy is on full display. It glistens under his gaze, and he sucks air through his teeth at the sight.
“Someone is wet for Daddy,” he whispers against my skin, gliding two fingers over my folds.
I whimper and raise my hips to meet his touch. He pushes my t-shirt up and over my arms, revealing my hard nipples in the moonlight that is shining through the window.
He hovers over me, gently dribbling saliva over my breasts, still caressing small circles around my clit.
“You are so fucking beautiful. You know that?” he whispers.
As his warm breath makes contact with my now cold nipples, it causes them to harden even more, glistening with his saliva. He palms my breast with the hand that is between my legs, and I replace his hand with mine, caressing my clit.
He stands up, so he is towering over me. I know it’s wrong, and I can tell he knows it’s wrong, but he releases his hard cock from his trousers and strokes it over my lips. He slides his foreskin back, and I can see the head of his cock glistening and leaking with pre-cum. It drips onto my lips, causing me to stick my tongue out and lick it up.
He edges his way towards my face.
“Open up, baby girl. Let daddy in,” he orders.
I go to open my mouth and…
My eyes fly open to the sound of pounding on my bedroom door. Shit! What now?! I look down and notice my fingers are inside me, and my pussy is glistening with my arousal. Great. I can’t even finish. With a huff, I turn the shower off and grab my towel. I step out of the shower and walk towards my door.
“What? What do you want?” I say through the door.
No one answers back. That’s weird. I thought I heard knocking. Sighing, I turn around and head back to the shower. I quickly wash my body of the soap and step back out. I couldn’t even finish my fantasy.
I put the towel around me and head into the bedroom. I look at the clock again: 7 a.m. How has it been an hour already? I need to get ready and leave for work! I frantically look around for my work uniform and spot it cluttered on the chair in the corner. I grab some underwear and socks from the dresser, dry myself off, and change quickly. My apron is hanging on the back of the door.
I walk over to my apron and grab it, grab my handbag off the chair and shove my apron in it. I almost walk out of the door when I realise I have no shoes on my feet. Shit! My shoes.
I rush to where they are by the window and sit on the edge of the bed. I glance at the clock again: 7:15 a.m.. I will skip breakfast this morning; I don’t feel so good. It’s nerves. I finish lacing the last shoe and walk towards the door.
Rushing down the stairs, I don’t even care that I am making loud noises and possibly waking everyone up. I need to leave quickly!
“Where do you think you’re going?” Shaun says, appearing from the kitchen as I reach the last step.
Oh shit. I thought Amy was down here.
“I’m going to work. It’s Monday,” I say while pointing to the calendar on the wall.
“I can’t believe you are serious about having a job. I could say I’m proud of you, Calliope, but then I’d be lying.” he sneers at me.
“I’m sorry. Can I just go? I’m going to be late otherwise.” I say apologetically.
He sighs, “Fine, but don’t be late home. You know how Amy is.” He waves me off.
I sigh with relief, open the front door, and step out. The air is cold, the wind is sharp, and it’s a dry day. I hope today goes decent.
It doesn’t take me long to reach the coffee shop—maybe a fifteen-minute walk. I open the door and step inside, the door announcing my arrival as usual. I glance at the clock on the wall. It’s 7:45 a.m. I have fifteen minutes to spare this time.