11. Reward
Reward
I leaned against the bar as warmth infused my body.
A pool of heat seemed to settle between my legs, and I smiled ear to ear as Michael said something.
I wasn’t listening and, instead, I was thinking about Jack.
How would he react if I went over there and kissed him?
It didn’t seem as impossible as before..
. Who cared about the ethics of the interview?
Why did I even care about my report? In the end, the final result would be the same, wouldn’t it? That has always been the plan.
My heart raced at the thought. This wasn’t right. A familiar weightlessness filled my body. When had I felt like this before?
“You want to head out?” Michael asked; he was much too close to me. I didn’t care for him. Yet my stomach fluttered at the way he looked at me. As though he wanted to fuck me right then and there.
I nodded and giggled, allowing him to lead me toward the exit. But where was Jack? Was I supposed to leave with Michael?
The summer air was hot and sticky. I raised my arms above my head and twirled a few times, laughing.
Life was such a wonderful thing. And if I kept spinning, maybe I’d float away.
Michael stopped me, and I pouted as he led me toward a red car.
I was buckled in, and he got into the driver’s seat then started the engine. Where were we going?
I glanced back, checking to see if I could spot Jack. Should I get out? My head lightened, and I decided against it; I was too comfy to move. The vehicle was warm, but the scents... it was as though everything smelled so good.
He drove for some time, but I didn’t mind at all. The lights were so pretty as they passed by. It was as though they all shined on me, and I basked in their spotlights. I lifted my hand and moved my fingers around as they tingled. This was nice.
Michael pulled into a private road, then stopped in an underground parking lot. I tried opening the door to get out, but my limbs were heavy. It was the strangest feeling, but I could only laugh at it.
Thankfully, he was a gentleman and helped me out.
I wondered what Jack would’ve done if it was him.
Yanked me from the car, and fucked me on the hood?
My pulse throbbed uncontrollably between my legs, and I pressed them together.
It was too much. I needed release, but Jack wasn’t here.
At least back home, I could use my toy and think of him.
“Let’s get you inside,” Michael said, continuing with his charming manners.
I scoffed as we entered an apartment building. I didn’t want to go inside; I wanted someone inside me . Preferably Jack.
“First-floor unit?” I asked, my voice sounding far away as he unlocked a door, and we stepped in.
I didn’t like those; anyone could come in from the windows.
Or patio door. It was too easy. I giggled, recalling how I was on the second floor, and Jack had broken in without an issue. Twice. “How did he get in?”
“What?” Michael asked as he closed the door behind him.
But before he could lock it, someone kicked it open, hitting him right in the face with a loud crunch. There was a muffled groan and blood, but the rest didn’t make sense. I staggered back; it was too loud.
I stared at the familiar black mask as Jack helped me sit on something soft. More moaning was coming from the floor nearby, but I couldn’t seem to look away from the killer.
“Sit here and stay,” he ordered, and I could only nod.
His scent was intoxicating, and I watched as he readjusted his leather gloves. I wanted him to touch me with them. Maybe he would if I asked?
I leaned back in the seat and opened my legs. “I’m horny...”
He crouched in front of me, his gloved hands caressing my inner thighs. “I know, darling girl, but it won’t last much longer. Close your eyes and rest.”
“No,” I said with a pout.
His hand squeezed against my skin, and I winced. “Do as you’re told, and you’ll get a reward.”
I closed my eyes as an expansive feeling seemed to start in my chest and travel outward, as though my extremities were warm and ready to float away.
As I drifted away, sounds caught my ear.
I tried listening, but the words were jumbled.
There were questions. An answer. There was a lot of muffled screaming.
I slid to the side and landed on something soft; was I on a sofa?
The fabric was rigid, but at least it was comfy.
A whooshing noise caught my attention, and I squinted one eye open.
If Jack caught me peeking, I wouldn’t get a reward, but I was too curious not to look.
A blade shone in the light as it blurred out of view, plunging down until it vanished from my sight.
Over and over. I watched, mesmerized, as it came up more red than before.
The silver started to disappear, instead covered in a crimson liquid that dripped and splattered around.
Did he need help? I tried sitting up, but my body refused to obey.
Yet everything else was fine. There was no dull pain.
No worries or concerns. Slowly, I let out a small giggle as a flood of realization hit me; I was drugged.
And it was okay because it felt good. I staggered to my feet, eyes closed as an overflow of energy seemed to burst through me. It was time to go home. I had to leave.
The scent of wood and copper overwhelmed my senses for a second as strong arms wrapped around my waist. I kept my eyes closed as I breathed him in, as though he carried me away to a world of calm.
“Can you walk on your own?” he asked in a hushed tone.
I nodded, letting out a shuddering breath; his voice did something to my insides I couldn’t describe. As though I soaked in his every word.
The smell of the inside of a car. I blinked a few times and frowned. When had I gotten into a vehicle? I was lying in the backseat. Jack drove, still wearing those gloves. That floating feeling didn’t go away, so I closed my eyes again and gripped the side of the seat.
Home. Jack locked the door for me―even put the chain―before turning to me. Those black eyeholes watched me. I swallowed hard.
Before I knew it, I had trudged to my bed and let myself fall onto it. The dress rode up past my panties, and I raised my knees, swinging them side to side.
He sat on the edge of my mattress, and I stopped. Was he going to give me the reward he said he would?
“I feel...” I didn’t know what. It was a whirlwind of different feelings taking over me. I parted my legs and reached in between, rubbing my fingers against the fabric. “I...need...” I still couldn’t find the right words.
He slid his thumb by my soaking entrance, the gloves so warm against my skin, I nearly melted into him.
His fingers pushed the panties aside, and he pushed in two fingers in one motion.
I arched back and moaned as his knuckles pressed against my clit.
With the leather, they seemed so much thicker than I imagined.
He thrust in and out in a steady rhythm.
I was so wet; they slid in and out with ease.
“You’re dripping all over me,” he nearly growled, and I clenched around his fingers.
His voice radiated through me, and I whimpered. I lifted my dress higher, and he continued pumping, then pushed up my bra.
“More...” I begged.
“More of this?” He slammed in deeper, and I screamed. I rolled my nipple between my thumb and finger, massaging the other breast as pressure built within.
“Voice,” I nearly shouted.
For a second, everything seemed to stop. He hovered over me, the black mask the only inkling it was still him. “Ah, so you enjoy the sound of my voice, darling girl?”
He pushed deeper inside with his fingers, and I could’ve sworn he’d added a third. He thrusted faster, picking up speed as I continued playing with my breasts and nipples.
“Fuck yes,” I moaned. The sound of his voice, along with the mask’s breathiness, just made me want to cum so hard.
He pulled out his fingers and slapped my mound. Hard. I squealed as spasms of pleasure filled me. “Language,” he warned.
“I’m sorry,” I whined, writhing under him.
He pushed back inside, pumping faster and faster until I shuddered uncontrollably around his fingers. Sensual waves caressed me as I seemed to melt into my mattress, closing my eyes.