Conundrum – Autumn
Conundrum
Autumn
Since Kylie is now four cities away, I’ve stopped at Target to grab blankets, snacks, and plenty of “keep-me-up” coffee like she’s asked. Ever the paranoid, she’s also requested to meet me at a public bar and follow me home from a distance.
“Just trust me on this, okay? You have no idea who you’re dealing with…”
With every mile, my heart begs me to turn around and let the facts about Ryder remain as they are, but I’m too close now.
Way too close.
I can’t get the sound of Kylie’s warnings out of my head, and every time I try, Ryder’s “You have no one to tell” overpowers them.
“New developments in the recent assault in Seattle’s Sweet Lane subdivision,” a soft voice suddenly sifts through the radio. “Today, we’re speaking to the residents of the wealthy area where established financier Nathaniel Taylor was recently the victim of a home invasion and near-fatal assault.”
“Neighbors are turning in footage from their ring cameras and assisting the authorities as much as they can, but the police chief insists that there are no leads at this time.”
“Things like this don’t happen in our neighborhood.” Julie’s voice catches me off guard. “We are absolutely devastated and are determined to make sure this never happens here again.”
“Other neighbors are voicing concern about the violent attack,” the reporter says, “but one thing is for sure. Mr. Taylor is beloved and heavily supported.”
“He’s a huge pillar of our community.” “He’s helped manage my life and finances for years after I had an accident.” “He’s an amazing man who has never?—”
I change the station.
Pulling into the parking lot, I settle between a semi-truck and a sports car.
I made it.
Kylie
Okay, I’m still a way out. Can you get us a booth and ice water for me? (Did you remember to buy strong coffee?)
Sure. (Of course)
Cigarette smoke and indie rock music greet me as I walk through the bar’s doors.
The cherry red booths that line the walls are taken, so I settle for a seat at the counter and signal for the bartender.
“Hello there, beautiful.” He smiles. “What can I get for you tonight?”
“Two gin and tonics, please. Light ice.”
When he slides them to me, I knock them back within seconds.
“Thanks.” I set down my credit card. “Give me two more.”
“Um, okay… Give me a few minutes.”
I turn away from him and focus on the door, spotting a couple kissing at the hostess stand.
Both dressed in matching grey formal wear, the guy cups the blonde’s face in his hands, whispering words against her lips that only she can hear. As the last syllable drops, he presses his lips against hers and tightens his grip on her waist.
As she wraps her arms around his neck, I can’t help but picture me and Ryder in their place. I picture us against the wall, him lifting my dress and fucking me like we’re the only two people here.
“I went ahead and made you a fifth one on the house.” The bartender taps my shoulder. “I make a pretty decent Moscow mule if you’re interested.”
“Maybe later.” I bring the first glass to my lips.
“Stressful day?”
“Something like that.” I’m too on edge to have a conversation. “I’m fine, though.”
“Good to hear. I’ll need your car keys for at least two hours.” He points to a “Drink Safe he’s in total control, and from the heated look in his eyes, I know he’ll keep it that way.
He bites my bottom lip as my pussy throbs against him, but he doesn’t slow down.
He keeps kissing me between deep strokes, handling my body like he owns it, like I’m a puppet connected to his well-tamed strings.
Every thrust shatters what little resolve I have left.
I’m completely undone, molded by his rhythm, remade by his dominance.
I come with his name on my lips, his cock still serving me sensual strokes. The orgasm hits me in rolling waves, my body clenching around him as I forget every rule I’ve ever lived by. He finds his release moments later.
As I’m struggling to breathe, my phone buzzes against the counter.
Kylie…
Ryder pushes it out of my reach, then slides out of me.
He leans in, lips grazing my ear. “You think I’m done with you?”
“Turn around,” he commands.
“Huh?” I pant. “Why?”
“So I can finish fucking you and make sure that this is the very last time that you have the audacity to lie to me about where you really are…”
End of Episode 6