Chapter Nine
Back at the house, I locked myself in the library. I paced the room a little, trying to understand the reason for Matthew’s specific lie. Perhaps it allowed him to operate with some degree of authority, however small, with only limited traceability, should anyone decide to look into him further.
I logged into Edith’s computer. Though she hadn’t given me the password, I found it written down in a notebook she kept next to it.
I searched for someone who could test an unknown substance, and found a local lab which would accept a drop off. I called the number listed, and was told that I could come by any time before six o’clock with the sample.
Someone knocked at the door.
“Come in,” I said, before quickly remembering that I had locked the door earlier.
I closed the browser window, erased the last hour’s history, and shut down the computer. I put everything back to the way it had been, before crossing the room and opening the door.
Vic was standing in the doorway, apparently amused by the length of time it had taken me to answer.
“Busy?” he asked, his lips hitching into a crooked smile.
His hands were already on my hips, his fingers pressing hard against my flesh. Even from this brief hold, I knew I would be waking up with bruises.
I liked the idea of my body being marked by him, and I moved closer.
“Not too busy, just heading out,” I said, my voice only barely above a breath.
“Where are you headed?” he asked, his finger slipping beneath the waist of my skirt.
“Into town. I have a few errands to run,” I said.
I steeled myself, trying desperately to ignore the way my body was immediately responding to his nearness. Despite my efforts, every part of me became yielding and soft, offering him a willing home.
“I thought you just got back,” he said.
He took my chin between his thumb and index finger, and tilted my face towards his. His grip became a little firmer, both on my hip and my face. I almost winced as I felt his fingertips dig into my flesh.
“I did, but—”
“Is something going on?” he asked. He lowered his face to my neck and gently turned my head to the side, leaving me exposed. “Is there someone else?” he breathed against my skin.
Stunned, I tried to step back, but his hands had turned to iron where they held my body.
“No, it’s not that,” I stammered. “I am bringing a sample of Matthew’s cure to a lab for testing.”
Vic’s body relaxed against mine. His hands became gentle again as he pulled me close against him. I was wide-eyed, still a little uneasy.
“I’m glad to hear it. I’ve wondered about that a few times myself, but I guess I lacked your follow through.” He raised my face again, this time tenderly. “I’m sorry,” he said.
I nodded.
His hands moved down my body, his thumbs skimming the sides of my breasts, before settling on my waist. He squeezed tight, causing me to squeak and try to squirm a little from his grip. His fingernails dragged across my stomach, through the light fabric of my shirt.
“Could you delay your trip an hour or two?” he breathed.
I nodded again, swallowing hard. Despite myself, I could feel my panties becoming wet at his display of possessiveness. I clenched my thighs together to try to keep the wetness of my arousal from leaking through the sheer fabric and onto my skirt.
Vic clearly noticed, and his mouth formed a lusty half-smile. He reached his hand down and dragged it up my thigh. He pressed hard against my sex, causing the cloth to cling to my damp skin.
“Follow me,” he said.
He opened the door and wrapped his fingers tight around my wrist as he led me upstairs. One of my feet nearly slipped from its high heel as he walked quickly, towing me behind. We continued this way through the hallway and to the door of his bedroom. I had to admit, I was curious. After all, I had never seen the inside.
He pulled me into his bedroom, and immediately pressed my back against the closed door.
“When I come back, I want you naked and on the bed,” he growled against my ear.
A shudder of pleasure and anticipation ran the length of my spine, and I sank down against the closed door as he retreated into the bathroom.
I didn’t know when he would be back, but I quickly pulled off my shirt and slipped out of my skirt. I set my shoes by the door and stripped off my bra and panties.
I lay back, naked on the bed and waited. I could feel the air cooling the wetness which had pooled against my sex, and I enjoyed the varied sensation as I adjusted the pillow under my head.
Vic reentered the room. He was still fully clothed, wearing the light blue button-down shirt which matched the color of his eyes, and a pair of jeans.
He climbed onto the bed and straddled my naked body. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head. He sat back a little, bringing his weight to gradually rest on my stomach, pressing the breath from my lungs.
He kissed me hard.
“I want you to undress me,” he growled.
I brought myself to kneel at the edge of the bed, and began undoing the buttons of his shirt. I felt his solid flesh under my fingers as I undid each button, aware that the wetness between my legs was growing to soaking as I took in inch after inch of his uncovered flesh.
He shrugged off the opened shirt and let it fall to the floor, as I undid the button and zipper of his pants. I could see his erection straining against the black cotton fabric of his briefs and I tugged down the jeans and underwear with a naked, eager desire.
When his manhood was freed of the constricting fabric, I reached forward, my fingers wrapping around his rock-hard erection, playing across the velvet soft skin. I looked up and drank in the intensity of his need, the way his crystal blue eyes had darkened with lust.
He allowed me only a moment to drink in the beauty of this hard, naked, masculine form, before he was back on top of me. He pushed my shoulders down onto the mattress, and resumed his position straddling me.
I could feel my body instinctively squirming beneath his weight. He must have felt it too, because he grabbed my nipples and pinched them hard, until I stopped moving.
“That’s better,” he breathed.
He flipped me over onto my stomach, while staying firmly above me. He yanked my hips up, and I felt his erection brush my entrance. I moaned, and I felt his hand wrap around the nape of my neck before tightening.
He slid himself inside me in a quick, rough thrust, filling me entirely with his impressive girth.
I gasped, and I felt his fingertips dig into my neck. His hand squeezed tighter as he began driving in a steady rhythm with his hips, his body meeting mine with each new thrust.
I felt my every nerve respond with raw satisfaction, and my body relaxed against his, soft and surrendering against the ever-faster onslaught of thrusts which slammed against my body and rocked the bed beneath us.
I felt him pull out, and my body slumped against the mattress. I took in deep breaths as I tried to restore normal consciousness after the full-body orgasm which had dominated my senses. My ears were ringing, and I could feel my breath coming hot and shallow, as I felt blindly for the man who had only seconds ago been filling me completely.
His hands found me again, grabbed my elbows, and pulled me back up. I was on my knees now, his body pressed hard against my back. He entered me again and one hand remained on my elbow, while the other wrapped around my chest. His hold on me was strong and possessive, animalistic in its power. I felt his ejaculate fill me as his grip tightened almost unbearably.
Vic pulled himself from me and lay down on the bed, drawing me down to rest by his side. He wrapped his arms around me and my skin became glued to his by our intermingled sweat.
He kissed my cheek, before pulling me even closer to him. I felt his body begin to quiet, his arms still constricting. I tried to relax, tried not to move against the fleshy cage in which I found myself. There was something of panic beginning to stir at being so confined.
I tried to lift one of his arms, but his muscles tightened, pinning me to him.
“Vic,” I said. “Vic, I should get going.”
He buried his face against my shoulder, leaving a light bite mark.
“Stay,” he whispered.
I slumped back down, feeling his hot breath on my neck and the sweat beginning to cool on our bodies.
For some reason that I still do not fully understand, I began to cry. It wasn’t from pain or sorrow, not even helplessness. There was a confusion just beneath the surface of my mind, which I had so far refused to acknowledge. Yet, it seemed the naggings of doubt would finally prevail.
I loved him, but did not understand why. I knew nothing about him. We had barely spoken, and nearly every fact regarding his character had come to me secondhand, from either Margaret or Theresa. Profound, visceral love struggled against rationality, and I was left torn.
I could feel my body gently wracked with light sobs, and heard the small whimpering sounds, helpless and weak coming from my throat. My tears fell on Vic’s forearm, where it rested beneath my head. The moment my teardrop touched his skin, he grew hard against me.
He lowered his other hand down and slid his palm over my stomach. He pressed his fingertips to my sex, and slid inside me. His fingers coated in his own cum as he pulled his fingers from me and pressed them to my mouth. Despite my initial, instinctive resistance, he found me ultimately compliant.
In time, he fell asleep, and I slipped myself from his unconscious embrace. I dressed quickly and went straight to my bedroom to grab the vial, making no attempt to clean myself beyond a quick change of clothes.
I drove into town and left the sample of Matthew’s tincture with the laboratory, where they told me I should expect results in two days.