Chapter 2 #2
“We should talk about what happened yesterday,” he says once about thirty minutes have passed and I’d all but given up on him broaching the subject.
“Which part? The part where we were inappropriate? Or the part where your face stopped being a face?”
“Occasionally I test the substances on myself. It’s quicker than waiting for a trial,” he says.
“Okay.”
“I’d appreciate it if you did not mention that in your notes. It’s not exactly part of the formal protocol.” He smiles at me. “Nothing we did yesterday is part of the formal protocol.”
“I gathered that,” I say. “I tried to quit.”
“Veronica wouldn’t have allowed that,” he says.
“She didn’t.”
There’s a pause. He seems fine. He doesn’t have any scars at all, and I would have thought that his face would have been ravaged.
“Does it hurt? When you melt?”
“No,” he says. “Pain receptors are far too confused by the process. They don’t know what they are, is my theory, and testing that element directly seems as though it would hurt. So.”
“So,” I repeat.
“I would like you to have a front row seat to all the wonders of my work,” he says. “But you cannot flee at the first sign of trouble.”
“I didn’t flee!” I say, indignant. “I was leaving anyway. Your melting was incidental.”
“Ah,” he smiles. “So you weren’t running from a monster. You were running from your own actions.”
“If you want to put it like that, I can’t stop you. We shouldn’t have done what we did. It was unprofessional, and I will be putting in my notice… again.” That statement was so strong until I had to go back and amend it.
“They won’t accept it.”
“Then I’ll tell them what happened between us.”
He smirks as he folds his arms over his chest and leans against a filing cabinet. “They won’t care.”
“Why not?” The question comes out in a strangled kind of confusion. “They should care!”
“They have been asking me to take on a documenting writer for well over a year. I have refused everybody they tried to send me. I told Veronica that I liked you, and I was going to keep you on. So, at this point, there is really nothing you can do to get fired.”
I can’t get fired?
Challenge accepted.
I get up from my desk, leaving my things behind, though I take my phone and my purse with me. I’m going to go out for a very long lunch break. It’s going to start at 9.23 a.m., and go all the way until 5.02 p.m., I think.
I am aware that this is petulant nonsense, and the job pays incredibly well, all things considered, and that getting myself fired on purpose is very off brand for me.
But sometimes a girl has to take a stand against the guy she had sex with because she was following her impulses and not using her brain.
I spend the day shopping and getting coffee with some girlfriends. They think I have the day off, because that’s what I told them. They talk about their boyfriends. I don’t talk about my boss and the fact I slept with him. I know they wouldn’t judge me, but I’d judge me.
I get back to the lab at 5.15 p.m. I guess I was a little later than I imagined.
“Where have you been?” Simon frowns at me. I wonder if he’s been waiting for me. Probably not. Nothing about this guy says clocking out at five is his MO.
“A lot of places,” I say, picking up my bag. “Great day at work, boss. Thanks so much. See you tomorrow. Briefly.”
He glowers at me. “I expect you to be at your desk and working during the workday,” he says with the tone of someone who really thought I wouldn’t take immediate advantage of the fact that I was told I could not and would not be fired.
“Expectations are recipes for disaster,” I tell him. “See you tomorrow.”
I leave, feeling immensely smug. It’s about time men like him learned that just because they want something doesn’t mean they can take it and keep taking it.
* * *
Simon
She really thinks she is going to get away with that. It’s quite cute, actually, how unaware of how deep she’s already in.
Little minx. She played the cards she was dealt, and I cannot blame her for that. Malicious compliance is always amusing. But two can play at that game. And I have all manner of tricks up my sleeve that she cannot imagine.
In the middle of the night, I enter her apartment. There will be no signs of forced entry, because I do not need to open the door. I slide under it in the guise of a creature so small it can flatten its skull to slide through the crevice under the door.
Once I am inside, I allow myself to take my human form again. This time I do not have to suffer the melting phase. I spent the day ensuring that unfortunate side effect was isolated and removed. I work swiftly when I have a vested interest in an embarrassing mistake not happening twice.
I have learned that I can control the duration of shifts, especially of new creatures, by changing the dose.
The bigger the dose, the longer I stay in the animal form.
I only took two drops before I entered her apartment.
My clothes and belongings are lumped outside her door and I had to crawl through my own jacket arm to escape them, but that is a minor inconvenience really.
I walk naked into Lydia’s bedroom where she is sleeping.
It is a comfortable room, a little plain.
I thought she might have some secret wild personality hidden away at home, but it seems she likes to lie to herself as well as the rest of the world.
I sense the animal inside her. As traditional as she might like to appear, I know there’s more to her than that.
“Hello, sweetheart,” I murmur into her ear.
Her eyelashes flutter as she wakes from what I guess was a deep sleep. As she starts to move, I grip her wrists and I lift them over her head, making her vulnerable. When her eyes open fully, she sees me over her, entirely naked.
“What are you doing?” Her tone is shocked and a little excited, if I am not very much mistaken.
I knew she might panic when she found herself in this position, but she isn’t giving me the reaction I want.
I’ve noticed that contrariness before, and I am enjoying breaking it.
If she isn’t concerned about what I intend do to with her yet, she soon will be.
“I was due eight hours of you today,” I tell her. “And I was denied it, so I think you have some overtime to make up, young lady.”
“Get off me, you psycho,” she says. The words are sassy, but her heart isn’t in it.
There’s a husky tone to her voice that indicates sleepy arousal.
If I spread her legs right now I am sure I could sink my cock right inside her.
She might be tight at first, but she’d soon get wet and receptive and before long she’d be grinding her hips in that sexy way she does when she’s being fucked.
“You have displayed a certain level of disrespect I just cannot allow to stand,” I tell her, running my fingers through her hair and pressing it gently away from her brow. “Your problem is that you are untrained and untamed. I am going to rectify both of those problems tonight.”
“I’ll call the police.”
“Will you? Or will you spread your legs for me as you did yesterday?”
I remind her of her previous needy behavior by lowering my head and grazing my teeth along the side of her neck. She shivers beneath me as both of us are reminded of the intense chemistry between us. This is something I cannot manufacture in a laboratory. Pure biology is holding sway now.
I hear her moan and feel her shiver beneath me.
“You thought you were cute today, but you should know that when you mess with me, there is always a punishment. This is yours now.”
I rip the covers down, gripping her chemise with three of my fingers rather by mistake. I’ll get her another one. I’ll get her an endless supply of lacy bed wear if it means I get to rip it off her when I decide to.
“Hey!” she squeals as I bare her breasts in that rough gesture.
They’re soft and round and her nipples become immediately erect as they feel the cool air of the room.
I lower my head and capture one of them in my mouth, flicking my tongue over the tip of it until she makes a helpless little animal sound that almost makes me think she’s been taking my products.
“I am going to enjoy you until I decide I am done with you. But first, I am going to punish you. You are going to have a very sore ass.”
“What? More spanking?”
“Spanking is cute, sometimes. And maybe, if you ask me nicely, I’ll put you over my knee. But tonight, after everything you did today, it’s not going to be a hot little ass that teaches you a lesson. I’m going deeper.”
“What?”
I keep her wrists pinned in one hand, and I reach over to her bedside drawer. As luck, and perhaps fate would have it, she has two different types of lube in there, including one that will work very nicely for anal exploration.
“Wait, Dr. Seek,” she says. “Not that.”
“Yes,” I say. “That.”
I flip her over onto her stomach and pin her in place. It’s very easy to keep her where I want her. She’s much smaller than I am, and our relative muscle mass is quite disparate.
“Not my ass! You can have my pussy, but not my ass!”
“You’re not in a position to set boundaries,” I say. “If you wanted to enjoy reasonable boundaries, there was a chance to do that today, when you came into work. You could have done what was expected of you there, and you might have enjoyed yourself. Instead you’re here. Having this happen to you.”
I spread her thighs with my knee and swipe some butter lube onto my fingers. I rub her tight little asshole with that lube, circling first before rubbing deeper, and more firmly, until my finger finds her hot, tight interior.
Her sounds are muffled. I’m not pushing her into the pillow, but she’s burying her face there of her own accord.
She doesn’t want me to hear her suffering, though I am trying to minimize the physical discomfort.
It’s enough for her to know that at any time, she can find herself with her tight little ass wrapped around me.