After Dark

She begins to grind her pussy against my finger, so I slide another in to give her more of the pleasure I know she’s seeking. Sid is still on his knees, dutifully sucking my cock like the good boy I knew he could be with some guidance.

“Rub your clit for us, little Daisy,” I tell her after I’ve pulled away from her nipple, and she does as she’s told. The hand I’ve had on Sid’s head balls into a fist in his hair as I pull him away from my cock. He looks dazed, confused, and a little angry at being interrupted, but I want him to watch Daisy.

I want him to see how good she’s being.

For him.

For us.

Daisy begins to buck wildly, and I know she’s going to come soon, so I move my fingers faster, deeper, harder.

“Oh fuck!”

As her pussy begins to convulse on my fingers, I watch her carefully. Her entire body is trembling, she looks like she’s in pain even though I know she’s not. When she regains her sense and a lazy smile begins to creep across her lips, I slide my fingers out of her cunt and sit up.

“Open your mouth,” I say to Sid, still gripping his hair in my fist, and when he does, I shove my fingers down his throat. I want him to see what pleasure tastes like when it’s done right.

The pain …

They’ll both taste that next.

Chapter 13

I pull up to the warehouse a couple of hours later. It’s been almost twenty-four hours since I left Jessa; the longest that I’ve been away from her so far. I feel incredibly guilty for leaving her at all; what a waste it was, too.

After I left the diner, much earlier this morning, I drove through the city for a long time with no destination in mind. I didn’t want to go to Bodhi’s apartment; I wouldn’t have been able to bear the sight of two extra shadows dancing across the shade covering his window. I didn’t want to drive straight to the warehouse either, but I also didn’t want to sit at home, alone. So, I just drove.

As the sky continued to lighten, midnight blue to navy to cobalt, I decided to go back to my apartment. I needed a shower and I had to grab the food and supplies to take to Jessa. It didn’t occur to me until then that she hadn’t been bathed since I took her. I left her with a bucket and toilet paper, but nothing to clean her body with.

See, it’s all because I was focused on him. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I grabbed a couple pairs of clean sweat pants and some t-shirts for her, and headed out. On my way to the warehouse, I stopped by Walgreens to see if they had anything to use as a splint for Jessa’s fingers. I lucked out and found some popsicle sticks for her in their craft area. I also grabbed some gauze, baby wipes, shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste, a few one-time use icepacks, a couple of gallons of water, and a pack of dish towels.

It should be all we really need in order for her to get by for a little while.

Jessa is asleep on her mat when I walk into the warehouse. I wonder if she ever woke up or if she’s still passed out from the meds. I place my bags on the ground and pick up the tape recorder, curious to see what she was up to yesterday. Starting from the beginning, I skip forward a half an hour at a time, and let it play for a few seconds. I listen for any noises that she might have made.

About fifteen hours in, I finally hear something, and let it play. I hear a little rustling and she cries out in pain, but it’s only for a second and then it gets quiet again. I press the forward button again, taking me thirty minutes ahead. I listen for a couple of seconds, but I don’t hear anything. I skip forward a few more times, but the device remains silent.

I’m starting to get worried that something bad happened to her. Could she really have been out for the entire twenty-four hours that I’ve been gone? I look over at her. I can see the rise and fall of her chest, so I know she’s still breathing. Maybe I should have only given her one pill? But then, she may have woken up and been in pain. No, it was good that I gave her both.

But, now that I know she’s been asleep the whole time, it’s time for her to wake up.

I crouch down beside her and run my hand through her hair gently. I tuck some of it behind her ear, so it doesn’t hide her beautiful face. I notice that each of her index and middle fingers are swollen and black-and-blue. They look pretty nasty; I’m glad I’ll be able to fix them up for her now.

“Jessa,” I say softly. “It’s time to wake up.”

“Mmm…” she groans.

I nudge her shoulder lightly, almost enough for her to fall over onto her back, but not quite.

I nudge her again, a little harder this time, and gravity pulls her body down onto the mat beneath her. She wakes with a start, her eyes wide. I can tell that she’s still loopy though, because as she looks up at me, her eyes start to roll into the back of her head before she closes them again.

“Come on,” I place a hand under her arm and pull her into a sitting position next to the mat.

I raise my hand to her cheek and I smack it a few times, trying to snap her out of it. I’m not too rough about it, but I am definitely not gentle either. She opens her eyes once more and I can tell she is fighting to focus on me.

“Come to me. Focus on me, Jessa,” I say as I smack her cheek a few more times. “There you go.”