Page 37 of Sinister

Me: You got one too?

Saskia: Sure did. Make sure you wear something slutty. Make those boys of yours sweat. Trust me. Love you. See you there.

Me: I haven’t even looked at it properly. What’s it for?

Saskia: Secret sex club, baby! Ignore the fact that your adoptive father owns it.

Me: Excuse me! I had no idea.

Saskia: Don’t be a prude. It’s like a gentlemans club but with special rooms. It’s very exclusive and high end. Don’t worry your pretty little head, I won’t leave your side.

Me: I’m not a prude!

I can picture her face when I tell her what I did just before. I’ll never live this down.

Saskia: S.L.U.T.T.Y!

Me: Stop shouting at me. I’ll slut it up for you and only you.

Saskia: That’s my girl.

As I go to place my phone down, another text lights up my screen. It’s from Sin and I swallow the instant giant golf ball sized lump lodged in my throat.

Sin: Enjoy that did we?

Me: No! You need to lock your door.

Sin: Then how will you be able to barge right on in next time I’m batting one out?

Me: I’m never entering your room again. I’m scarred for life!

Sin: Bullshit. I know you’ll be fantasizing about bouncing on my cock next time you’re fingering yourself.

Me: You’re vile. Go away.

Sin: Admit it.

Me: Never.

Sin: Your pussy would beg to differ.

Me: Delete my number.

Sin: Don’t leave your mail in my room again.

I throw my phone across the room and it smashes into the far wall but doesn’t break like I had intended. Hoping if it broke to pieces, I could erase all communication with Sin from my life. But that’s just not how my life goes. I’m mortified. I’m never leaving my room again after he just confirmed he brought my envelope back into my room and probably saw me fucking myself in the shower.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I throw myself on the bed and contemplate the window option again.

The worst part is my needs aren’t even satiated from my little embarrassing session in the shower, so it wasn’t even worth it. Ever since that guy fucked me at the party and stole my virginity, he unlocked some dormant part of me that needs to be fucked and ravaged like I’ve never needed before. I don’t know what has happened to me but I make myself come every night and it’s not enough. I crave the feeling of being filled to the brim and torn apart again. To be held down, tied up and things forced upon me. It’s fucked, I know. The memory of him forcing himself into me makes me wet and it’s embarrassing. Maybe I’m broken and this is my coping mechanism, making what he did to me okay when in fact it really wasn’t.

There’s a light knock on my door and I so badly want to ignore it but I know whoever is on the other side will keep knocking until I open it.

“Hold on.” I grab my robe, making sure the sleeves cover my tattoo and tie it extra tightly to make sure it won’t open up and reveal my nakedness. I chuck my towel onto my bed and head to the door.

Unlocking it, I open it ajar to see Chaser peering in. “Are you going to let me in?”

“Depends.”