Captivated

In the back of my mind, I kept reminding myself to pull out this time, not to fuck around and cum inside her again, one fuck up was enough. But when I felt that sweet tingle in my balls, all I could think of was how good it felt to cum inside her, to give her my seed. “FUCK!” I shot off inside her again.

Damien

* * *

She was acting way too nervous for an eighteen-year-old who as just an hour later than usual. Especially for someone who lives with her sister and not her parents, who I’d expect to be a little more strict. From what she’d said, her sister was only twenty-five, two years younger than me, and the asshole she was married to.

“You sure you don’t want me to take you home?” Again she shook her head no, but I was watching her face, and I didn’t like what I saw. I didn’t let on though, just called the cab for her like she wanted and walked her downstairs.

While we stood in the vestibule waiting for the town car to pull up, I got my phone out and texted Dray to come around the corner and wait. I walked her out to the car and kissed her goodbye before seating her inside, and Dray was there before the cab reached the end of the block.

“Where we going, boss?” This fuck.

“Follow them, you fuck.”

“Boss, have you noticed you…

“No, I ain’t noticed shit, now drive the damn car.”

“Damn, boss, rabid much.”

“You do realize that I’m sitting behind you right, and you know I’m carrying. I’ll put one in your fucking head you keep talking at me.”

“We’ll both die if I crash.”;

“I’m pretty sure I’d make it. Now watch the damn road and shut the hell up.” He muttered something beneath his breath, which is where he’d better keep it; he wants to retain all his damn teeth. I know what he was about to say, but I don’t want to hear it. How the hell would he feel if he had to send his woman into his enemy’s house day after day? Shit just don’t feel right.

We followed the cab from three cars back, and I was surprised when the car dropped her off at the end of the block one street over instead of taking her to her door. That little guy in my gut was on some other shit now. Unless she expects her sister to be watching out the window, why couldn’t she let him take her to the door?

“That look fucked to you, Dray?”

“Just a little.” He looked at me in the rearview all semblance of the asshole gone, but neither of us said anything more. “Home!” We drove back the way we came, and he walked into the building with me.

I twirled my hand in the air as soon as I opened the door, and he got out his little gadget and swept the room. “We’re clear.”

“Okay, so what the fuck you think is going on with her? You’ve seen her coming and going for the last week, don’t you find that she’s a bit too careful?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure at first, I thought it was because of where she grew up and shit, but I’m not so sure anymore, she’s way too timid for a teenage girl. Did you check her for marks?”

“I did, I didn’t see anything to send off my alarms, but there’re ways to hurt someone without it showing.”

‘True, what do you want to do?”

“I need to get ahold of her phone, I should’ve done this shit from the get, but my mind wasn’t there yet.” Yeah, I need eyes and ears inside that place so I can see what the hell she’s so afraid of.

* * *

MICHELE

* * *

I felt sick as soon as I saw the door up ahead; in fact, as soon as I turned the corner to come here. My knees grew weaker with each step I took up the stone steps leading to the front door, and there was a slight tremble in my hand when I put the key in the lock and turned. I held my breath and braced for whatever was awaiting me beyond the door and sighed in relief when there was no one there.

That’s one of the scariest things I’ve experienced in the last year so far, that feeling of always being watched, of opening doors and seeing someone lurking there. It terrifies me.

I made my way to my room and closed the door softly behind me, maybe they weren’t home yet, which is the only time I get any peace, except for when I’m with Damien. This last month has been like something out of a dream, coming as it was in the midst of my own personal hell.

I locked the door slowly, hoping that the sound didn’t carry if they were inside. I only needed enough time to hide the phone in the one place I knew they wouldn’t look, behind the vent in the ceiling of the closet. I doubt they even know it can be moved.