17. CHAPTER 12 #2
I don’t even question it. I lift my left foot, supporting myself on a shaky leg, and he slides the thong off my heel. Then he taps my other leg, and I shift my weight. He stands and holds the black lace up in front of my face in the mirror, then pockets it.
“You’re not getting these back either. I’m going to jack off all over these panties before the ceremony tomorrow to tide me over until I can finally have the real thing.
” He smooths my dress down over my hips with both hands, then spanks my ass.
“Don’t clean yourself. You’re going to go back to that table and sit there with my cum covering you. ”
He presses his mouth against my ear. “Thanks for dessert, baby.”
He unlocks the door and checks the hall, then he’s gone. I hear the back door open and close. He’s going to walk around the house and come through the front like he was on a phone call. He’s planned every bit of this, and I’m left here with his cum coating my ass, pussy, and thighs now.
I grip the sink and look at myself in the mirror trying to decide how I’m going to make myself look presentable.
I clean up my face as fast as I can. I do my best to touch up my makeup with a couple things that I keep in the drawer of the sink. I can’t do anything about the cum. Knowing Axl, he has some kind of plan to check me for it.
I take three deep breaths and walk back to the dining room.
Axl is already in his seat. He’s nodding while listening to something my father is saying like nothing just happened.
I sit back down in my chair, and I immediately feel him. His cum is pooling on the inside of my dress. Thank God I’m wearing black so no one will see a wet spot. Axl takes a sip of his water and then looks at me across the table.
His mouth tips in a knowing grin. Fucker.
I pick up my refilled wine glass and down it, not bothering to check to see if my mother is watching first.
The wine is warm going down, and I need more of it. I need something to take the edge off of what just happened because I don’t know if I’m going to survive a year of belonging to Axl Hollister.
Axl’s parents rise from their seats, and Axl does the same. He follows his parents as my mother goes to walk them out. He doesn’t look back at me. He doesn’t need to. He’s already won.
My mother returns, and the rest of their guests follow them out of the dining room. I don’t know if they’re leaving or what anyone is doing. I can’t think or move. I stay behind at the table with Justin.
He reaches for the wine bottle and fills my glass again. “Drink up, baby sister. You look like you need it.”
“I’m fine, Justin.” I’m so not fucking fine. I’m already a slut for Axl Kade Hollister.
“I won’t tell Mom.” His voice is soft, and there’s no edge in it. “At least that’s over. Now we just both have to get through this stupid ceremony tomorrow.”
I take the wine. The first sip goes down smooth. I take another drink. Then another.
“There you go.” He takes a sip from his own glass. “This is our last night in this house for a while.”
The wine is warm in my chest, and the tension in my shoulders loosens. I finish the glass and set it down. The room shifts under me.
I’ve had too much to drink tonight. I can usually handle my alcohol, but then again, I didn’t eat much at dinner. My arms are heavy. My head is cloudy. The edges of the room are going soft. I just need my bed so I can get a good night’s sleep before everything that is going to happen tomorrow.
“I think I need to go to bed.” I push my chair back. My legs are shaky, but I gain control over them.
“You definitely need to go to bed.” Justin is watching me. “I’ll clean this up. Mom will lose it if she sees the extra empty bottles. You need to get upstairs before she realizes that you’re drunk.”
“Thank you.” I grab the edge of the table and hold on until the room settles. My vision is blurry at the edges, and my body feels like it’s moving through water.
“Sayl? Do you need me to help you?”
“I’m fine.” I let go of the table. My legs are heavy, and my arms don’t feel connected to my body. But I can make it upstairs. I drank too much on an empty stomach. At least I didn’t take any pills tonight. I’d really be fucked. This is Axl’s fault for getting me all worked up.
“Night, Sayl.” Justin’s voice follows me out of the dining room. It’s gentle. The way he used to talk to me when I was little and scared of the dark. I always went to him instead of our parents since he’d try to make me feel safe. Ugh, my fucking stomach is turning from the wine. “Sleep well.”
“Night, Justin.”
I grip the railing and pull myself up the stairs.
Each step is harder than the last. My heels click on the wood, and I kick them off halfway up because I can’t trust my feet anymore.
The hallway is long. My door is at the end.
I get there and push it open. My bed is right there. I push the door shut behind me.
I manage to unzip my dress and slip out of it as I stumble into my room. It pools on the floor. I can feel Axl’s cum sticky on my thighs. I need a fucking shower, but I don’t trust myself not to slip and fall in my current state.
I fall onto the mattress, and the room spins. I really shouldn’t have had more wine. The ceiling is moving in circles while my body sinks into the mattress. Axl’s face appears when I close my eyes, and then I let myself pass the fuck out.