12. Emmy
EMMY
T he restaurant was crowded to the point of intimacy. Will had gotten all the first-year associates together as a thank you for all the hard work we’d been doing.
Eventually, it was just the two of us left and we moved to the bar for a glass of wine.
“Do you remember in Professor Wallace’s class,” Will started laughing so hard he grabbed at his stomach.
I knew where this story was leading to. “He would stand too close to the air conditioner!”
He nodded fighting for air as he continued to laugh. “And his nipples would get hard.”
I shook my head laughing even harder. “Those were the good old days.”
He nodded, picked up his glass and finished off the deep red wine.
“He was a good professor though,” Will offered once he composed himself. “He got me a clerkship in Raleigh that year.”
“I read in a newsletter he died recently,” I picked up my own glass that was nearing empty.
“Yeah, I tried to go back for the funeral but things were happening at home. Just wasn’t able to go.”
I nodded as my phone vibrated. Zane’s name showed up on the screen. Picking it up, I read the message.
I’m going to be at your house in about an hour.
Not home, I replied.
Immediately he texted back. Where are you?
This man had me frowning. I had a work function tonight. Maybe we can get together tomorrow night.
Zane clearly didn’t care and replied with , Stank, tell me where you are.
Goodnight, Zane. I rolled my eyes because this man really thought he was running shit.
Well, he has been giving you the best dick of your life , the little thought twisted itself inside of my brain as my phone started vibrating. The motherfucker had started calling and was probably thinking I was going to answer his call like I was one of his stripper groupies.
“Do you need to take that?” Will asked.
“Nope,” I offered him a playful smile.
Will and I drank another glass of wine and talked for another hour before leaving the restaurant. We noted the time as we waited for the valet to bring our cars around.
“This was nice,” I nodded.
He stuck out his hand. “Friends?”
“Always,” I replied, taking his hand and shaking it firmly.
His car arrived first and he left. I knew he was headed home to his wife and kids. He had talked about them through our second glass of wine. His oldest was tall at the age of eight and played classical piano.
I think he realized he loved his wife more than he knew and that he was barking up the wrong tree.
When I finally made it home, I found Zane Bishop waiting for me. Butterflies wrestled themselves loose in my belly and my pussy gave an immediate quiver.
“I never should have given you my address,” I muttered as I stepped out of my car.
He came in close and I saw he had flowers. “Quit lying to yourself and me.”
Opening the door to my house I counted how many sexual encounters we’d had in this house. I was nearly through my count down when I noticed my gris-gris bag was back where I’d put it.
“This house is haunted,” I shook my head.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I replied. “Also, I didn’t invite you in.”
He ignored me and went about locking the front door. After he sat the flowers down, he moved in close.
“I saw you tonight,” Zane offered.
“What?” My eyes grew wide at his words.
Roughly, his thumb swiped over my mouth and I knew he was smearing my cherry red lipstick.
Stunned, I couldn’t move. “What are you doing?”
“I saw him, the way he was staring at your mouth?” Zane smirked.
“You’re insane!”
“Don’t wear this color to your office again.”
“First, he is my boss. Second, he’s married. Third, how did you see me?”
His smirked only intensified. “None of that matters, Emmy. You think that’s going to stop him from trying?”
“You need to go,” I snapped at him finally and stepped away.
“Nope,” the smirk remained in place. “I have to teach you a lesson, Stank. The way you ignored my phone calls. I didn’t like it.”
He had me walking backwards until my back was flush up against a wall. My chest began to rise and fall as he stared down on me, his brown eyes dark.
“You’re gonna be a good girl for me, Emmy. And you’re going to take all this dick. Do you understand?”
The way my heart began to race as I tried to gather my thoughts. Before I knew it, I had slapped the hell out of him.
“You need to get out of my house,” I hissed. “I’m not one of your fucking strippers, Zane Bishop.”
His grin never faltered and I went to slap him again, except he caught my hand midair.
The air was thick and we both had started to breath hard. He pulled me into the living room and pushed me over the arm of the small couch. I couldn’t even deny it if I wanted to. The panties I had on were catching all my juices. He was making me wetter than the Mississippi River.
Quietly he pressed into me. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you hard, Emerald.”
Coming to my senses I tried to struggle. “Absolutely not after you just stalk-”
Zane had flipped my dress up and pulled my panties down. My legs buckled the second his tongue touched my pussy.
“Mmm,” he moaned. “What was that, Stank? You were saying something.”
Breathing hard, as I enjoyed his tongue. “I hate you.”
“Mmmhmm, sure baby, sure you do,” he said huskily as his fingers gripped my ass cheeks.
I wanted to fight him, but he was a force to be reckoned with. His tongue was a hurricane and I was a bayou bracing for impact.
The man’s tongue game was sinister as he began to lick every inch of me including my asshole. Another moan escaped from between my lips and I relaxed, enjoying the sensations.
An orgasm began to form and I wanted it so badly.
You want him, badly, I tried to push the thought away.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, he picked me up and carried us into my bedroom.
“I've been thinking about this all day,” he whispered as he pulled his throbbing dick free.
Licking my lips, I replied. “Can’t say the same.”
He only grinned as he eased up onto the bed. “Don’t lie to me, Stank.”
Sliding the dress back up, Zane positioned his dick at the entrance of my pussy and pressed inside of me. He wasn’t eager about it either.
He inched in.
Then back out.
My juices began to flow even more and I just knew my sheets were done for.
“Please,” I whispered against the side of his mouth.
“Tell me,” he whispered back.
“Daddy, I need you…please fuck me, hard…”
A growl tore loose from his lips and he filled me to the brim in a powerful thrust.
Our eyes locked as he pushed my legs against my chest and began to thrust into me, harder than ever.
I had no choice but to take every inch, the wrought iron headboard slamming against the walls in a pattern of lust.
Every thrust threatened to push me over the edge and I found my hands raking down his chest that had moderate ink decorating him. Slowly, he dipped down and captured my mouth.
“I think about this all day,” he whispered.
Grinning, I rolled my eyes. “I’ll just bet with all those strippers you have running around.”
He pulled out of me then, flipping me onto my stomach. The dress I was wearing became tight and wrenched against my body as Zane gathered the fabric in his hands. “I promise, I only want you Emmy.”
I moaned again as he once again moved inside of my body, slowing down the pace.
“Are you…mmm,” I moaned into my pillow. “Sure?”
“Very,” he whispered.
A shiver of pleasure worked its way over my skin as I got onto all fours. Before I knew it, I was bouncing on his dick, and his breathing was picking up.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Damn, Emmy. You’re about to make me cum.”
Glancing over my shoulder, my face eased into a wide grin as I saw pleasure covering his face. It still amazed me that the boy who had been awful to me in high school was now the man with his dick inside of me. Zane had his bottom lip between his teeth with his head thrown back in ecstasy giving me satisfaction in the fact that I was owning his dick at this moment.
Easing myself up till I was on my tip toes and my hands were using the headboard for support, I began to bounce with a little more ease.
“Cum for me,” I whispered, urging him to release inside of me.
His tone turned guttural and raw. “I’m coming.”
With that, slipped off his dick and turned around to catch his load in my mouth. My lips wrapped around his pulsating dick and Zane growled again.
“Fuck, Emmy, you’re draining me…” He wound his fingers through my loose hair, pulling it tight as I sucked.
When he was done, I eased up his body, my mouth still full of cum and placed a hand behind his head, pulling his mouth down to my own.
Small rivulets of cum pooled out of my mouth as Zane gently licked at the side of my mouth, lapping it up. Finally, our mouths crashed together, swapping his cum back and forth until we’d both swallowed all of it.
I was already out of the bed and heading towards the bathroom, when I threw over my shoulder, “And for the record, I like anal since we’re just getting freaky and shit in my house.”
A loud laugh escaped from his throat as I closed the door behind me.
Pulling back the shower curtain, I let loose a scream and Zane came flying into the bathroom.
“What, what is it?” He asked, looking around searching for danger.
All I could do was point.
Hanging around the shower head was my old gris-gris bag. My chest began to feel tight as my heart raced rapidly and my palms began to tingle. The very same one that had been missing from my apartment in Los Angeles before I’d left to come home. The fabric was the same faded red color, frayed by time.
It’d been missing for months and it most definitely had not been hanging in my shower when I’d left for work this morning.
How?
Worry wouldn’t leave my brain for the rest of the night and the feeling of being watched remained, even as Zane held me close all night.
Sleep didn’t find me, until the sun was peeking through my curtains the next morning.