Chapter 14
Fourteen
Laci woke just before dawn and rubbed her eyes. She’d thought she might hear Eric come home or that he might wake her when he did. No such luck.
She got out of bed, wearing a black satin negligee and matching thong, and padded across the hall.
She never knocked before she opened his door.
She’d told herself it was because she didn’t want to wake him if he was sleeping, but that was only part of the truth.
The other reason was that she liked to look at him, and while he slept, she could do that without repercussions.
She’d stood near the bed a dozen times, with a ready excuse if he woke up.
She’d never had to use one; he was a sound sleeper.
When she entered the room now though, she found the bed still made. He’d stayed out all night. She pictured him bouncing Allison up and down on his cock and felt wretched all over again. She had absolutely no right to be jealous. But she was.
She ran a hand through her hair and retreated from the room. He’d be home soon and then she’d talk to him. They’d clear the air. And maybe more. Assuming he wasn’t too spent from his night of three-way sex.
She’d decided Dr. Glaser was probably right. Colin wouldn’t have expected her to stay alone for the rest of her life, and she’d already gone a long time without having sex with anyone.
When she got to the kitchen and started the coffee, she jerked back at the sight of a folded piece of paper with her name on it. She snagged it off the counter and opened it.
Laci,
Really glad that you’re painting and doing so well in every aspect of your life these days. No need for me to live in anymore. I let Elena and Jim know.
Be a good girl and stay the course.
Eric
She dropped the note, and it fluttered to the floor. She turned and ran up the stairs and into the guest room. She opened the closets and found they were empty except for hangers. He’d packed during the night and left.
A sense of dread washed over her, and she hurried to her phone.
She texted him.
Can I come by your house? Would like to talk to u.
He didn’t answer for three hours.
Finally a return text came that said:
Sorry for the late reply. Plane just landed. Meeting some friends out of town. Go see Elena to talk. Gotta run.
Laci set her phone down and screamed in frustration. She knew she deserved this, but it didn’t make things any better.
“So now it’s your turn to wait. You can do that. Let him have a few days to himself to blow off some steam. He deserves it.”
She swallowed. Would he be punishing and then screwing a ton of women? He was such a good-looking guy. He would have no trouble finding willing partners.
She screamed again, picked up the Disney Ariel nightlight from under its outlet and whizzed it at the wall. It bounced off, cracking into pieces upon impact. She winced.
“Sorry, honey,” she murmured. “I just don’t know what to do, Colin.
I thought I was being loyal to you, but maybe I was just being naive and stupid.
” She sat on the chest at the end of the bed.
“If you did think he’d be a good partner for me, could you watch over him while he’s gone and bring him back soon? ”
Laci was tempted to get really drunk in public to see whether Eric would hear about it and return to the Hills, but that seemed manipulative and childish.
And even though he was definitely dominant, they didn’t engage in a total power exchange.
He didn’t see her as a little girl, which she liked. She refused to act like one now.
Still, when one week gone turned into two, she could hardly contain herself. His place was a beautiful wood and stone home on the lake. She walked the mile through the woods each day to see if any lights were on or if his car was back.
When she was finally rewarded with light glowing out the back windows, she jogged the final quarter mile and was breathless when she knocked on the front door.
When he didn’t answer, she rounded the house and climbed the stairs of the deck to knock on the back one. As she passed the window though, she stopped.
He was naked and not alone. Draped over the back of the couch with her ass in the air, there was a blindfolded redhead with a ball gag in her mouth and restraints on her wrists.
He had her copper-colored hair clenched in one fist and a full breast squeezed in the other while he said something to her.
Then he let go and picked up a flogger and slapped her ass with it.
The girl’s body writhed, and Laci could see Eric’s long erection. This was foreplay.
Laci was torn between a thousands urges, one to run away, one to pound on the door to interrupt them, one to stand and watch, one to beg him to let her swap places with the girl, and finally, one to go home and paint him yet again, but this time with another woman beneath him.
Crickets chirped and water lapped against the stout sea wall. She stood where she was for what felt like an eternity. He had such a great, strong body. His arm muscles flexed as he punished the girl’s exposed backside. Was she wet? Was she ready for him? Laci would have been.
When he was ready to fuck her, the girl would be helpless to do anything but take him. That made Laci’s pussy clench and her nipples tighten. What would that feel like? She’d been restrained a lot of times, but not while blindfolded and gagged with her feet dangling.
Finally Eric stopped to admire his work. He ran a hand over the girl’s red ass then stroked himself slowly.
Laci knew she should go. She had no right to interrupt or to watch, but she couldn’t make herself leave.
Eric turned, his body gorgeous with all those lean sculpted muscles, and he walked to an end table. He lifted a glass of water to his mouth, but he stilled when he locked eyes with Laci.
Laci did nothing but stare at him for several moments. Then she finally turned and walked away.