19
Oh My God!
Johanna is standing in the middle of the bar wearing a short blue mini dress and chatting with one of the customers. She places her small hand on his shoulder and then turns to the girl sitting opposite him and giggles with her. She looks so natural in here, that for a moment it seems that this is not my pretty, quiet and kindhearted roommate at all. But unfortunately, it is. I tighten the belt of my modest dress and scan the room. Scarface is sitting with Tommy at the round table. My body responds to him immediately and I have to stop myself from going over to his table and throwing myself at him. I look at Johanna again and realize that I have to get her out of here right now. Suddenly she sees me and runs over to me.
“Elena, you’re back.” She hugs me tightly.
“Yes,” I reply shortly and hold of her arm. “How did you find out where I work?”
“I followed you.” She bites her lip with a sly expression on her face and I shake my head in disappointment.
“I’ll take over now. You can go back to the apartment.”
“No way,” she giggles and shakes me off. “I can't believe you hid this place from me,” she says in an angry tone but a large smile spreads over her face.
“It’s not a place for you.” I try to stay calm. “I don’t have a choice, you do. So please, leave now and go back to the apartment.”
“You're such a party pooper,” she says annoyed. “My life has been so boring for a whole year and now I found this exciting place. There is no way I am going to give up my last shift here. You were not meant to be back at work until tomorrow.”
“But I’m early,” I say irritably.
“I love you.” She hugs me again. “But I am staying here, and you can't make me leave.” She turns away from me and sits down opposite the blonde at one of the tables. I stare at her, shocked and hurry towards the round table. I want to launch myself at Scarface and unleash my passion, but on the other hand, I am shaking with anger.
“Liam,” I say to him pleadingly, “tell Johanna to leave. I’m back, I’ll finish up the shift.”
He continues looking at Tommy and doesn’t turn his head to me. “Liam,” I say again, “please tell her to go.”
“She’s a big girl,” he says and drinks his beer. I don’t know if the chills I’m feeling are from fury or the need to feel him near me, but I'm totally out of control.
“Tommy,” I try my luck with the indifferent partner. “Please tell her she can go.”
“Ya think?” he chuckles. “She’s like a star lighting up this place up,” he looks at her affectionately and I shake my head in frustration.
“I need to talk to you privately,” I say to Scarface, but he ignores me.
“Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of him.” He takes another swig from his beer bottle and I choke on the insult. “But first you can tell us if you ended up wearing a bra,” he hisses venomously, and I look at him, confused. Suddenly it hits me. Johanna showed them our texts. He’s angry. Furious is more like it. And all I wanted was to get back to him…
“I need to talk to you privately.” I raise my voice and shout, and for the first time since I came in, he looks at me. His face twists in disgust as he checks me out. “Stop looking at me like that!” I shout again, not caring that everyone is staring at me. “I said I need to talk to you privately.”
He stands up, his fists clenched and he pulls me towards the stairs. He doesn’t say anything, just drags me after him like a rag doll up the staircase and into a room on the right side of the banister. A long black curtain is hung in front of the stairs and I realize that the girls’ guest rooms are hidden behind the curtain.
I look around the room and stay close to the wall. “Is this a hooker's room too?”
“No,” he answers with a furious look on his face. “At least not the ones who know that they’re hookers.” He sits down on a leather chair behind a large wooden desk and I see a large safe behind him. On the other side of the room there's a transparent curtain in front of a beautifully furnished bedroom. “So, what do you want?” he continues in the same tone and I move away from the wall and walk over to him.
“Johanna’s not right for this place, I’m begging you to tell her to leave.” I start rearranging the papers that are scattered all over the desk into three identical piles.
“She’s a big girl,” he snaps impatiently and stands up. “And if you dragged me up here to talk about your friend, I think we’re done.” He walks around the desk and I stand up and block him.
“Not just that,” I raise my voice sharply. “I wanted to tell you something else.” I move closer to him and he steps back. “For three days I was in a dream.” He clenches his jaw angrily and I start talking faster. “I was with someone whom I thought could be the man of my dreams. I thought that intellectual passion would be enough, but…”
“So you wore the black dress without a bra?” he says mockingly.
“Yes,” I admit. “But only because I was in a hurry… I was nervous… it wasn’t on purpose.” He shoves me aside and once again I stand in front of him. “You don’t understand. I thought that with him I’d feel what I feel with you. That the passion in my head would be enough, but it wasn’t.” my voice trembles, but I continue. "You got into my head, and I am dangerously possessed." I pull my hair back in frustration. “I could have easily fulfilled my fantasies with him, but I couldn’t because you were constantly on my mind taking over all my thoughts.” I move my head from side to side, as if I am trying to shake him out of it. “I need you to sleep with me so that I can understand that it’s all just fiction, that what’s happening here isn’t real and but only a ridiculous physical passion that will go away after we do it. And then I can be free of it.”
“You want me to sleep with you so that you can be free of me?” he asks quietly, and I nod my head. “If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.” He bares his teeth as he lifts me from my waist and aggressively placing me on the desk, the papers scatter in all directions. Before I can change my mind, he pulls down my panties and spread my legs apart. “You want to break free?” His voice is dark, and I start to tremble. “Then I’ll set you free.” He pulls down his pants and underwear and takes a condom out of one of the drawers. He tears the packet open with his teeth and stretches it over his stiff cock. “I’ll set you free,” he hisses with a furious look and pushes his finger inside me. I moan and he twists his face and laughs. “Wet already…” he sounds so taunting. “Tell me what you want again,” he raises his voice.
“To set me free,” I stutter, and he drives into me with such force that my back hits the desk underneath me.
“Feeling free?” he asks and grabs my hips tighter, pushing himself inside me again and again.
“Not like that. Gently,” I manage to mutter but he continues.
“Feeling free?” he roars, and his thrusts shock my body. My head understands that I’m not where I want to be and it’s sending distress signals, but my body wants him so badly. I groan and throw my head back as he holds my hips tightly and pulls me towards him each time he fills me with his anger and venom. He’s hurting me, I’m not comfortable, I’m in distress but my body doesn’t resist. I moan out loud, but suddenly my brain takes charge.
“Not like that!” I wail. “Gently!” but he ignores me and thrusts again and again until the desk underneath me is shaking. “Not like that!” I wail again but he looks like a mad man.
“Feeling free?” He yells. His hand catches my braid and he pulls it.
In one moment, I lose it, I lose my sanity.
“Not my hair!” I scream, shaking my head hysterically. He lets go of my braid, but I’ve already gone crazy. “Not like that,” I scream, “I don’t want it like that!” He thrusts into me two more times and then his body starts to tremble. The thrusting grows slower and he lets out a loud moan. He pulls himself back and I sit up quickly.
“Feeling free?” he asks quietly and turns his back to me. I jump off the table, flinching at the pain between my legs and quickly put my panties on.
“You are so disgusting,” I say quietly and put my hand over my mouth. “The most disgusting creature I’ve ever met.”
He turns to me and looks at me indifferently and I raise my hand and slap him hard. “I told you that you took over my thoughts and that’s how you treat me?” I slap him with my other hand as well. “Do you really think that you can treat me like one of your whores?” My hands take on a life of their own and I am slapping him again and again until he catches both of them and forces me to stop. “I can’t believe that I gave up my perfect professor for this.” I straighten up, raise my chin angrily and run out.
I hear his quick steps behind me and stop, panting, next to Johanna. She is sitting on the couch next to Tommy.
“Come on, let’s go together,” I beg, and she looks at me amazed. Her light blue eyes are sparkling, and she is tapping her fingers on the wine glass in front of her.
“But I already told you that I want to stay,” she smiles sweetly. “Elena, you won’t believe what Tommy gave me yesterday. Her face is shining. “This special drug. And I just had to try it.”
“You’re not serious…” I'm fighting back tears.
“I’m very serious.” She stands up enthusiastically. “I didn’t sleep all night and I still managed to go to all of my classes today,” she laughs happily. “And I even summarized everything that you missed. You don’t understand how much you missed,” she laughs again. “All the girls at class couldn’t stop asking about you and wondering how the hell you got the honor.” I realize that the shadow at my side is Scarface’s, and I can’t stop the tears from falling.
“I’m asking you for the last time, tell her to leave with me now,” I say to him, wiping my eyes quickly.
“Johanna, you can go. We’ll manage without you tonight,” he says to her, without taking his eyes off me.
“Liam, stay out of it.” Tommy pulls her onto his lap. “She’s a big girl and she can make up her own mind.” He rubs her shoulders fondly and she nods in excitement.
“Yes. I am a big girl and I'm staying.”
A yelp of frustration escapes my throat. I run towards the exit and on my way out, I stop at the bar and mess up the neat stacks of napkins, Charlie looks at me concerned.
I run outside, tears are streaming down my face, I raise my hand and get into a cab that pulls over.
On the way home I weep quietly. “Cruel world,” I mutter to myself and sink into depression. How the hell did I get to this situation? How did I give up sex, doesn’t matter if good or bad, with my gentle, perfect professor and end up in such a nightmare tonight? And how the hell did Johanna get sucked into this hell? I have to save her; I have to find a way out of this nightmare. I’m so depressed that I don’t even care about the napkins I messed up on the counter.
I go inside my apartment, slam the door and hurry to the shower. I throw my dress and panties on the floor and wash off all the filth. The tears are still falling, and I am tired, sore and desperate.
I go to my room and stand naked in front of the mirror. My wet hair is loose on my back as I brush it slowly while looking at the miserable image in front of me. The tears return and mix with the droplets of water falling off my hair.
“You are so beautiful.” The masculine voice is coming from the direction of the door and I jump in panic.
I look at Scarface in the mirror and continue to brush my hair. “How did you get in here?" I ask tiredly.
“You didn’t lock the door,” he says softly and leans on the doorway.
“Because I didn’t think my fucking boss would follow me.” I continue brushing my hair slowly.
“Are you crying because of me?” he asks and comes closer.
“Also.” I start braiding my hair and I can’t understand the strange calm surrounding me. I’m standing here naked, while the man who hurt me only minutes ago is standing behind me. “And because I can’t keep Johanna safe.” I sniff. “And because the theory I built up in my head just exploded in the last three days.” My voice is all choked up. “And because I’m spineless and I let you treat me like a whore on the streets.” The tears are blurring my vision.
“I lost control.” He puts his hand on my arm and immediately withdraws. “You claim that I possess your thoughts, so how can you explain what I’m going through?” He looks at me in the mirror as I carry on braiding my hair behind my back. “I can’t get you out of my head. I’ve been walking around in a daze for three days, and then your friend comes to my bar and tells me all about your dilemmas on how to get your professor into bed. I don’t understand, why did you have to lie to me?” He clenches his fists by his sides.
“I didn’t lie,” I answer and sniff my nose again.
"I asked you if he was old and you said…”
“I said he’s older than me,” I cut him off. “I didn’t lie.”
“I waited like an idiot for the moment I could pick you at the airport.” His fingers flutters over my arm. “I didn’t care about conquering you through your head or your body, I just knew I had no choice, that I had to feel that you’re mine.” He sighs. “And then she made me freak out.” He scowls angrily. “I imagined you with this man you adore, in an isolated hotel and I couldn’t fight for what I want.” His fingers keep trailing gently on my arm. “When you came back, I felt as if I could strangle you.” His fingers close around my arm forcefully and I shake my head in disappointment.
“You don’t understand anything.” I say and put my hand on his, pulling it forward. “I was with him there. Everything was perfect. He’s perfect. But I couldn’t feel him in here.” I place his hand over my heart, and watch as his face becomes agitated. “And no matter how much time we spent together, or how intimate we were, I couldn’t feel it here.” I slide his hand over my wet skin and place it between my legs. He lets out a loud breath and I shake my head in disappointment again. “When he kissed me, I saw you by my side.” His face turns angry again. “I could see you mocking me, I could even hear you saying that I couldn’t fight my natural instinct.” I rub his hand between my legs and shut my eyes. “And I really couldn’t. All I wanted was to feel you.” He pulls his hand away and draws back.
"Elena, move your hair," he asks and I pass my braid forward. He comes close again, kissing me gently on my bare shoulder, and then moves his lips towards the nape of my neck.
“I don’t want it anymore.” I am trying to fight the shivers racking my treacherous body. “I got what I needed from you, and I guess that you got it from me.”
“Maybe you’re right.” he ignores me, and presses kisses down my spine until he is kneeling. “Maybe this is really the only way to break free.” He kisses my hips and then picks me up and carries me to my bed, sits me on the edge of the mattress and kneels back down. “Maybe after you feel the depth of my passion, you’ll be able to break free of me. But maybe you’ll just want more and more and more.” He pushes my upper body back until I am lying on the mattress and puts my foot on his shoulder. The room is lit up by the lamp on the dresser and suddenly I feel embarrassed. “Turn off the light, that’s inside your head, bothering you,” he says as if he is reading my mind and he kisses my toes gently. “Stop thinking and just feel my passion.” His lips are showering me with tiny kisses along my calf and thigh until I feel his warm breath between my legs, and I moan. He switches and takes my other leg. “What do you want me to do to you?” he asks hoarsely, as he kisses my thigh. “Tell me what will make you feel good.” I feel his breaths between my legs, and moan quietly.
“Just like that,” I whisper as his tongue enters me and my knees tremble. “Just like that,” I mutter weakly and he continues to twist his tongue inside me while my legs are on his shoulders.
He takes his tongue out and starts licking and sucking. “Feeling free?” he asks softly.
“Not yet,” I pant, and he pushes his tongue back in again, twisting it round and round inside me. His hand moves, skims over my stomach and stops on my breast. He fondles it gently while his tongue takes me on a wild ride. He pinches my nipple and I moan and pant quietly. My legs are shaking uncontrollably on his shoulders and I come with a weak cry. “Wow!” I breathe out, shaken by the intensity of my orgasm. His tongue travels down my thigh again and I feel I need to regain control of my body. My body needs to relax, but when I try to pull my legs back, he holds them roughly and shoves his head between my legs. “Not now.” I flinch. “My body needs to cool down.”
He raises his head and laughs. “You have no idea what your body needs.” This time it’s he who shakes his head in disappointment. “The first orgasm will be followed by a stronger one.” He’s licking me between my thighs and I flinch again, uncomfortable. “Stop thinking and trust me,” he orders, and I realize I don’t really have a choice. His tongue slips inside me and his finger is rubbing my clit. I'm writhing with embarrassment and try to relax when suddenly my body understands that it must surrender. Hot flashes are gushing through me again and I feel this exciting tingling inside me. I stretch my arms up, shudders traveling down my back as he stands up and takes off his pants and underwear. “Where do you have condoms?” he asks eagerly and when I point to the dresser, he takes one out, rips the packet open and stretches it over his massive erection. “It will come now.” He pulls me into the middle of the mattress and lies on top of me.
“What?” I ask and peek at the door.
“Your first real orgasm,” he says passionately and thrusts inside me.
“Ohhhhh…” I hear the hoarse moan escaping my throat as he continues pushing in with his elbows placed on either side of my head. My body is still sore, but the intense pleasure I feel now overcomes the pain. I pull my braid back, moving it away from him and he drives his hips toward me again and again. I keep moaning quietly, and he starts moaning out loud. He lifts his hand from the mattress and starts to explore my body. Caressing my stomach, my hips, and moves upwards to my breasts, which he rubs in time with his thrusts. I shut my eyes tight, enjoying the scent of our desire and our bodily fluids mixing together. When my moans are rapid and my legs begin to shake, he turns onto his back and sits me on top of him. I feel him deep inside me. He puts a pillow under his head and draws me closer, sucking roughly on one nipple and pinching the other. My body is on fire. I feel as if he is carving himself onto me in every place his lips kiss me, or his fingers touch me. I grind my hips towards him. I raise my head, and when I see myself reflected in his green cat eyes, I find myself in a sensuous whirlwind. He smiles his winning smile and flips me back on my back. He is flushed and panting, his thrusting is fast and powerful. The tingling between my legs grows stronger and I’m moaning uncontrollably. Sparks spread through my veins and make my blood race. I reach a powerful climax, throwing my head back shouting as he withdraws and sits up on his knees.
“What are you doing?” I ask wearily.
He lifts my ass, slips his tongue between my legs and moans with pleasure. “Mmmm… you taste best just after you come.” He pushes himself up, grabs my ass hard and pushes back into me again and again. I feel his body trembling and see his face twisting as he strains to empty himself inside of me. Just after he cries out his face relaxes, he opens his eyes and smiles at me. I use all my remaining strength to smile back at him, calm and content.
He removes the condom, throws it in the trash and turns me to lie on my side. He asks me to move my braid and lies beside me.
“Are you free yet?” he asks in an amused tone and kisses the back of my neck.
“I don’t know,” I yawn as I try to analyze this new situation.
“I can try and set you free again,” he strokes my ass and I pull his hand away and place it on my stomach.
“Liam,” I whisper and yawn again, “do you think that you’re free of me now?”
“No.” he replies shortly and pulls himself away. “But we’ll have to continue our experiment another time. I have to get back to work.”
“Should I feel cheap, that you are leaving straight after we had sex for the first time?” I ask and run my eyes on his athletic body adoringly as he opens the door to the bathroom.
“Technically it’s the second time. And you can choose how you want to feel.” He winks at me and my heart clenches. “Or you can just accept the facts as they are. I really do need to get back to work. If I didn’t, I’d give you a few more orgasms tonight.”
His words comfort me, and I cover myself with a blanket. “Take care of Johanna there,” I murmur and close my eyes, enjoying the new, pleasant sensation. My brain was completely overtaken by my body and I experienced an hour of pure passion and unadulterated pleasure.