A Twisted Satyr

01 Daunting Dreams

I knew I was dreaming of Chris again. I hated that. Alex deserved better, but I couldn’t seem to stop them. Every so often they came back to haunt me. I knew it was because Chris and I had been highs school sweethearts and because he was the first guy I was ever with.

The one I thought I’d love forever.

It was a summer day and we were walking down the sidewalk hand in hand. Every time he turned his head, that dark curl would fall over his forehead. And he’d flash that wide grin like it was the light on a camera. I could still smell his body wash and feel his energy like a presence with me in that moment.

Feeling like I could smell him. Feel the heat of his body next to mine.

Then it was suddenly dark, the light doused, and I felt his touch running between my breasts and down my belly. Caressing my inner thighs and slipping them up to rub along my slit with his thumbs in an expert manner. Applying delicious pleasure. His hands growing increasingly aggressive.

Suddenly he hooked my knees and jerked them apart. Lifting my hips from the bed, in his sudden aggression.

I blinked blearily and realized it was Alex that had been touching me.

No dream.

It was the dead of night, but after Alex had been gone a few days for a work trip, he often came back and made love to me like this. More aggressive because of not being together so long. I always found it highly exciting because it was so different from Alex’s usual gentle lovemaking.

As if he can’t get enough of me.

He cupped my cheeks and lifted my hips. Lurching back on his heels to get more leverage as his pelvis met mine. Entering my already slicked channel. He thrust at a rapid pace. Building the friction between us.

I sunk my nails into his chest near his collarbones. As my climax drew nearer, I clawed his chest, dragging my nails down from his shoulder in my zeal. Enjoying the heat of the aggressive loving. I writhed up to meet the motion of his strong thrusts. Hearing the low male rumble coming from his throat.

The sound of his pleasure.

Pleasure he was getting from being inside me. That was an erotic thought. Making my body wind with ecstasy as it suddenly erupted in me. Building and then chilling me before I was flooded with sudden heat. Clutching around him in a way that had him fisting the sheets next to me, in his struggle to stay still and let me enjoy my moment of pleasure.

It was I that picked up the rhythm again. Stroking him into my body. “Does it feel good, Alex?”

There was a long pause.

He’s concentrating on not coming. I could feel the muscles of his thighs flexing against my legs.

“Mmm.” He moaned in response.

A definite yes.

I worked him harder, arching up onto my shoulder blades and flattening my feet to get more leverage. Offering him more access to my center. Meeting him just as roughly in our passionate joining. Enjoying the familiar feel of his body. His aggressive rhythm making me lose control.

He’d only been gone to Manhatten a few days, and I’d known he’d be home tonight, but I liked the hunger we’d built in the interim. I felt him tensing and watched his head fall back in pleasure. My eyes taking in his dark, muscled silhouette.

I felt him climax. Because he’d had a vasectomy years ago, there was no need for barriers between us. I got to enjoy the feel of him.

He slumped down next to me, and I rolled away, scooting my rear back into the crook of his body to enjoy the warm nest of his arms. He wrapped them around me and held me to him as though he’d missed me unbearably.

I loved when he was like this. Alex was always so cool and collected that these hot passionate moments were like a taste of fine wine.

I was soon in a deep slumber.

It was just before dawn that I heard him in the bathroom.

I got out of bed and slid the sheet free. Wrapping it around me to enter the bathroom. Seeing him stiffening by the shower I giggled. “It always startles you when I just come in.”

I wrapped my arms around his belly. Dropping my head to the back of his shoulder.

He stood a foot taller than me. Which I’d always appreciated in men, it made me feel small and vulnerable. Reminding me of his strength.

I slid my hand around his belly, feeling his muscled abdomen in the process.

He put his large hand over mine. “I’ll never get enough of your company.”

I noticed the unusual husky note in his voice. “Allergies still bothering you?”

I felt him nod. “I’ll get something after work.”

“You’re sweet.” He rumbled.

I giggled. Walking out, dragging my sheet. I better get me ready for work too.

“That’s not what you usually say!” I sing songed.

He was typically declaring how evil I was.

Which was understandable since I was often playing pranks on him and he had no where near the humor I did.

But he’s kind. And gentle.

And most importantly, I’ve no reason to think he’ll just vanish on me.

Alex would never do that.

He was the embodiment of reliable. Each day planned down to the finest detail. He’d told me last week that this one would be crazy for him.

They would be pulling a lot of hours this week to take the long weekend.

He was the lead attorney on a case that would be held next Tuesday, so they were on a crunch to prepare.

I could certainly understand that. I finished wiggling into my short black skirt over my nylons and slipped into my heels. Letting my curling brown hair flow over my shoulders. Only pinned back from my face to give me a neat appearance.

Rather than looking like a wild animal. I leaned over my vanity to apply my ruby lipstick. Smacking it once and admiring how the dark shade drew the eye to my red-tinged lashes.

I adjusted the collar of my pink blouse and swept up my purse, heading to work. As the assistant of the most popular Wedding Planner in the city, I never knew what my day would hold.

Which is part of the reason I like it. I admitted to myself. Turning up some celtic music on the way to work. Stepping just inside the door I came to an abrupt stop.

Oh no.

Standing at the desk, waiting for my arrival was the last person I wanted to see.

He was tall with hair such a dark brown that it appeared black unless under the right light. He was broad shouldered with an athletic build. Wearing a red button up shirt today which drew attention to the fine lines of his body. He clearly hadn’t gained an ounce of fat since last I’d seen him. Brown dress pants matched the brown leather dress shoes and brown belt.

“Hello, Sandie.” He said in rumble. Flashing that fast smile I’d seen in my memory last night. Just looking at him had a low ache forming in me. Making me shift my legs together to try to settle the sensation. “Don’t you look adorable?”

There was a purring note in his voice and the way his blue eyes skid over me said he found me a heck of a lot more than ‘adorable.’

“Chris.” I said stiffly. Trying to walk past him.

He caught my arm and spun me around to face him. “Where you off to?”

“My job.” I emphasized.

“Ah, good.” He gave a half smile. “I’m just on my way in to meet with Tasha.”

Tasha?

Why does he need to talk to my boss?

“Why?” I blinked widely at him.

“For the same reason anyone needs to talk to a Wedding Planner, I’d assume.” He shrugged.

“You’re getting married?” I asked in shock. Wondering why my chest tightened.

“Well, something similar to that. A union, certainly.”

I cleared my throat. Catching the bottom of my skirt and wiggling it down. Something I did when I was uncomfortable.

His keen gaze watched the movement carefully before gliding to my face.

Dammit.

He’d been the one to point out to me all those years ago, that I did that.

I hadn’t even noticed.

I turned on my high heel and walked ahead of me.

“Mmm…hmm.” Chris murmured.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw him admiring my ass as I walked away.

“I certainly missed that view.”

“Do you always sound like a teenage boy?” I snapped.

“Only when you’re around, apparently.” He trotted up next to me. Tall and dark, looking so much like Alex that I didn’t dare even glance at him. Hoping that the similarities were not what had attracted me to Alex to begin with.

Even though I know full well they are. I bit my lip.

02 Sounds

He held his arm out as though he were some old-timey couple at a ball.

I batted his arm down and walked faster.

He paced me.

I gave him a black look.

“You always did look beautiful mad.”

“Is that why you always tried to make me that way?”

“Oh, ouch.” He feigned pain. Clutching his chest.

“Don’t pretend you have a heart. We already established you don’t.”

That grin flashed.

“So pretty…” He caught a lock of my hair as I turned the knob of the door.

I sent him a vicious look.

“Yet, so fierce…” He finished.

“Can we get this over with?”

He leaned close to whisper against my lips. “Not even close.”

I reared back as though he’d slapped me.

“Dee!” Tasha cried. “Good morning.”

“Did you have an eight a.m.?” I asked her flatly.

“Eight.” She squawked. “You know I don’t fully boot up until after nine. Tell whoever that-”

Chris pushed past me and entered the room.

Tasha took one look at him from his polished shoes up to his short curling black hair and her tone changed. “I’m available right now…”

She blinked as though she’d glazed over.

“Fantastic.” He flashed that heart-stopping grin that had Tasha staring at him like he was her next meal.

Little did she know, it’d likely be the other way around.

Chris explained the little soiree he wanted planned. Something flashy with flowers and a white setting.

“I’ll get working on it.” Tasha remarked.

“What’s this woman like?”

Chris’ gaze flitted sideways to inspect me. “I’ll let you know more as I come up with more ideas.”

It’s an excuse to come back. I could already tell what he was up to.

“Would you walk him out?” Tasha said. Giving Chris a long once over.

“I’d love to, but I have a phone meeting here shortly.” She nearly whimpered the words.

I knew the feeling.

“Yes. Why don’t you?” Chris held out a long slim-fingered hand.

Refusing it, I strode past him. Intent on tossing the door open and sending him off like a stray pup.

I held the door and he slid by, purposely coming too close and pushing me back into the doorframe. Letting me feel his long, lean frame. I shoved him away and slid out from between them.

“You’re a real son-of-a-bitch, you know that.”

“You’ve no idea…” He was walking on my heels. “How long you gonna keep running?”

“Me?” I whirled around and shoved his chest. “You were the one that was always too far away to reach.”

“Seemed like you reached me just fine.”

“Ugh!” I opened the outer door to the office and nodded for him to leave.

He shrugged and headed out the door, swatting my rear on the way by.”

I gave a frustrated shriek as he went out the door. Turning and seeing that half the office was staring at me in shock.

Oops.

Tasha was standing in the doorway of her office. Cellphone in hand. “What was that?”

“Why are you out here?”

“I just came out to watch that fine piece of man meat walk out…Mmm. And what happened?”

“He got under my skin.”

“Oh, did he?” Tasha’s red brows rose.

“Not like that!”

“You sure?”

I grunted. “That’s my high school sweetheart.”

“From back in Oklahoma?”

“Yes.” I bemoaned. Dropping to her small couch. “No idea what he’s doing here.”

“Well, from the way he kept looking at you, I could guess what he’d like to be doing in the city.”

“That’s not funny.”

“A little bit?” She held her pointed finger and thumb slightly apart to depict the spectrum of how amusing it was.

“Not even.” Lips tight, I shook my head.

“What happened?” She asked more seriously as she slid her chair behind her desk. “He’s gorgeous. Seems sharp. Like a keeper…”

“He was untouchable.”

She frowned and opened her mouth.

I lifted a hand. “Let me stop your right there. He was always distant. Disappearing late at night and toward the end, I was very sure he’d met someone else. Possibly this woman he’s marrying now.”

“He seemed awful interested in you.”

“He did back then too.” I countered. “Seems he can keep two women on the hook very well.”

“A shame.” Tasha remarked. Shifting her planner to the side to set her phone on the little stand. Clearly online for her meeting.

I gave her a nod and crept from her office. Taking my seat at the desk outside her office. I ran a hand through my curling hair to move it off my shoulder. Sticking my pen between my lips as I signed into my laptop.

I was oblivious to the fact that just across the street, beyond the raging traffic was a blue-eyed man. Hands in his pockets, he watched unmoved through the wall of glass windows. His eyes trailing my every movement.

“What are we looking at?” Another man wandered over to query. Peering over the icy sidewalks and snow-slicked curb to where there was snow climbing part of the wall up to the row of windows. Revealing the office inside.

The older man wore torn garments and was unkempt. Clearly homeless. He had a stocking cap on his head to ward off the winter chill, and mittens which folded back to reveal half-finger coverage.

Chris gave him that flashing smile. “Something I want for Christmas.”

“Well, just look at that…” The homeless man admired the pretty secretary in there typing. “I’d take that for Christmas too.”

“Careful, Old Man.” Chris warned cheerfully.

The old man chuckled and gave Chris’ back a hearty slap. “Good luck, Man.”

“I don’t need luck.” Chris murmured. “Not anymore…”

The day came to a quiet ending.

Tasha collected her coat. “Still want me and Frosty to come by for a nightcap.”

I laughed at her. “Nobody calls it that.”

“I do!” Tasha pouted.

“Of course, I do.” I elbowed at her. “Bought some Moscato just for the night.”

“And sugar cookies?” She asked hopefully.

“You’re the only person I know that mixes those two.”

“It’s a white wine and a white cookie.” She objected. Pouting. “It works.”

“For you!” I eyed her reed thin frame.

“Look at me.” I gestured to my large breasts and thicker belly.

“I am.” Her mouth twisted disdainfully. “Your legs are longer than my entire body.”

I was almost a foot taller than her. Probably why I like tall men.

She was a petite thing.

“The only thing fat about you is those things.” Tasha poked the side of one of my large breasts. Indenting it while she scooted it to the other side.

“Don’t do that.” I grumbled, laughingly. Catching my bra and wiggling it back into place.

“They’re so big.” She mumbled as we headed to our cars.

She went to her house to get Frosty.

I hate Christmas.

I had for several years now. Most people didn’t even know how much I dreaded it. But this year I was excited for that to change.

With Alex.

He was nowhere near as complicated as my first love had been. And far too cautious to wind up as my second true romance was.

He’s everything I hadn’t known I was looking for.

I knew about the closet of Christmas presents, just off the living room that he’d been stockpiling. I wasn’t supposed to peek in there. But growing up in the Foster Care system had made it so Christmas varied greatly. Rarely was there a gift just for me. Typically, we were given group gifts because the parents often didn’t know how long we’d be there. Nor know us well enough to know what we’d like.

Can’t really blame them.

But Alex knew me. And this Christmas was going to be amazing. The flickering tree near the large Bay Window was testament to that. Twinkling merrily. A few loose gifts strung beneath it.

Two I wrapped for him and one he’d gotten wrapped at some store for me.

I envisioned a chilly Christmas morning next to the little fireplace we rarely used. Cocoa or mocha coffee in hand and horrific Christmas pajamas. The whole idea seemed rather cheerful this year.

Thinking of Alex warmed me.

I hadn’t seen him much lately because he was working so many hours on a case he had at work. But he’d promised that come Christmas Eve, we’d be together.

So, I can wait.

I walked into the bedroom, intent on getting out of my work clothes. I was pleased to notice that at some point Alex must’ve come home because the bed was made.

He knows I love crawling into a made bed.

I had noticed that in the last few days, Alex had been more thoughtful then usual. Despite that I’d hardly seen him, it was as if he was trying extra hard to be attentive.

Like a promise for what Christmas can be.

03 Never Left

Though we hadn’t talked much about my past I guessed he must know that I got stressed around the holidays.

We have been together almost a year now.

I was tugging on my fluffy slippers when I heard a loud knock.

Tasha’s here.

I got up and headed from the room, past the Christmas tree and through the little entryway where Alex and I kept our extra shoes. I opened the door to welcome my friend and was startled to see that no one was there.

Frowning, I poked my head out and looked around.

Her car isn’t even in the drive.

I closed the door. Locking out the chill as I turned with a frown.

“Alex?” I called. “Are you here?”

The bed was made. Perhaps he was.

I went room to room. Thinking I heard a scratch back in the bedroom, I went that way but found no one.

Silence.

“I’m losing my mind.” I shook my head at myself. Going back to stand in the Living Room. Listening intently for another sound.

Nothing.

Then there was a loud bang and a series of rapping.

After nearly leaping from my skin and urinating myself, I realized that was Tasha’s knock.

Well, what was I hearing before? My suspicious mind wondered.

I walked to the door and cracked it. Seeing Tasha, I opened it the rest of the way. Frosty scurried in. His white fur curling around his tiny black eyes. And his trot making him look like a tiny, regal pony despite that he was just a jack Russell.

“You okay?” Tasha eyed me worriedly. “You’re super pale. Even for you.”

“You’re one to talk!” I objected. Setting myself to pretending that nothing was wrong and being more cheerful.

I’d gone to the fridge and pulled out the large bottle of dusty pink Moscato.

She made a gargling sound. Feigning that she was already drooling.

Laughing at her, I shook my head as I pulled out a couple tall glasses and poured us each some.

Hers was gone in about point two seconds. And had to be refilled.

“Try to make that one last, would you?” I teased.

“I’ll try…But I can’t make any promises.”

I reached back in the fridge and swept out the roll of sugar cookie dough.

Tasha was nearly breathing on my neck in excitement as she eyed it.

“This is a terrible mix, you know that?” I nodded toward her wine glass and looked back at the dough in my hand.

“What are you talking about?” She scowled. Feigning confusion. “It’s a dessert wine.”

We were giggling at the table. Her sitting on the high stool while I pulled out some cookie trays and began unraveling the dough.

Frosty began twirling frantically by the back door. Indicating he needed to use the facilities.

“Can I let him out?” She asked.

“Yeah.” I called over my shoulder. “Gate should be closed. Nobody’s been back there in months.”

I heard the door open, and Tasha went very silent.

I could hear the tinging of Frosty’s ID on his collar but nothing from her.

“Sandie…”

“Yeah?” I looked back at her from where I was smashing the dough.

“I think you should come look at this.”

I went to the door and peered out. Seeing tracks coming from the border of the woods a distance back from the backyard. They were cut deep into the snow as if someone very heavy had walked through it.

“If nobody’s been back here then who left those?” Tasha gestured out. Her manicured nails limply indicating the length of tracks.

I shook my head dismissively. “Alex must’ve been out looking for something.

“Oh, cool.” She said dully. “Then where’s the tracks where he came out.

I frowned. She’s right.

There was only the one set heading in. None leaving.

“Either Alex came out around front and headed all the way around.” She turned to mimic someone walking around the house with two swaying fingers. Then decided to walk back through the creepy dark woods, where neither of you ever go…Or…” She gave me an uneasy look. “Someone came in and never left.”

“Are you trying to be funny right now?”

“No.” Her eyes rounded, and she shook her head innocently.

“Do you know the story of the family out in a cabin by the woods? They saw something like this.”

“No…” I said slowly.

“It was on some of my true crime stuff.”

I groaned and waved for her to close the door. “No wonder you’re freaked out, watching that stuff.”

“Seriously, Sandie.” She objected.

She stepped out thoughtfully to get a better look at the tracks.

“Look how deep these are.” She remarked.

“I noticed.” I said shifting to the side and easing deeper into the kitchen. Feeling uncomfortable just looking at them.

She was peering down at one and had gone creepily silent again.

“What now?” I demanded.

“Sandie?” Her head lifted slowly. “These are bare foot prints.”

“What?” I scampered out in my slippers to look down at the one she stared at.

Sure, as shit, there was a deep track with clear toe indentations.

My gaze followed the tracks. Seeing that they went right up to the stoop of the front door.

But they hadn’t paused there.

At no point did the tracks levelled out, like someone had stood and knocked.

They continued moving in a stride.

As if someone had walked right in. I swallowed hard.

“Did you do this?” I demanded.

Tasha blinked at me in horror.

“Na-uh.” She shook her head rapidly. “I’m sick and twisted, but this is a whole new level.”

“Shut up and get back inside.” I scoffed. Hiding that I was feeling very urgent.

We need to get inside. I suddenly felt as if someone was watching us from those woods.

Someone who’s been in my house.

I remembered that thud I’d heard. I thought it was a knock.

Then there had been the scratching.

From my room.

I swallowed hard. Promising myself, I’d search every crevice of that room before I went to sleep tonight.

My fear had me drinking more wine then I needed.

“Whoa?” Tasha watched in wonder as I finished another one.

“What?” I glowered.

“You’re putting them down faster than me.” She peered at me. Her glass halfway to her lips and a cookie in her other hand. “You okay?”

No!

I’m hearing stuff and seeing creepy tracks in the snow. Not okay! But I knew how frantic Tasha could get if she knew I was alarmed.

She’d wind and wind until we’re both terrified.

I swallowed my gulp and slapped my glass to the counter. Shattering it. I stared in shock as a piece of glass protruded from the back of my hand.

Tasha squawked and covered her mouth. “Oh, that’s not good!”

No shit.

She was circling the table to help me get it out, but I didn’t want her to yank it. Knowing that would hurt more so I reached to grab it but swayed slightly from my lack of depth perception-I’d clearly drank too much had me slapping the counter for balance. Managing to slap my palm right over the diamond shaped blade of glass jutting from my other hand. Lodged in the webbing between my thumb and pointer finger.

“What the hell did you do that for?” Tasha squealed. Staring at my blood-soaked hands in horror.

“Well, I didn’t plan it this way.” I lifted my hands, stacked atop each other to show her. Blood dripping to the floor.

“Stop!” She grabbed a handful of paper towels from the roll on the stand. “Hold it over the counter.”

I obeyed. Letting it drip on the broken glass. I swayed slightly and she had to put a hand on my shoulders to steady me.

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked.

“I don’t know. Just feel slippy. Ditzy.”

“Did you really just say ‘slippy’ and ‘ditzy’ instead of sleepy and dizzy.”

“Yes.” I gave a broad nod.

“This must be some good stuff.” She lifted the bottle. “Was this open?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “I have a glass every night before bed.”

“That may be a bad idea if you’ve become such a lightweight.”

“Mmmhmm.” I purred contentedly. My eyes already closed as I swayed forward and back.

I vaguely recalled doing that last night too while I stood at the counter but when I’d tipped back, I’d felt strong arms and absentmindedly realized that Alex was home. Though we hadn’t really interacted until he’d woke me for some dirty time.

Letting me sleep. I guessed. Knowing how thoughtful and kind he was.

“When does Alex get home?” Tasha asked. Concentrating on grabbing my wrist as she swayed slightly.

As I was thinking that over, she yanked my top hand. Pulling it off the sharp hunk of glass.

04 A Shadow

I squawked in objection but she quickly pinched it between a handful of paper towels.

“I know. I know.” She whispered. Peering at the blood, seeping through. Perhaps we should take you to the Emergency Room for some stitches.”

“Nah.” I teetered. “Don’t even hurt. ’Sides there’s a kit there.”

I pointed to the drawer.

Tasha whirled then had to put a hand to her head to steady herself before opening a few drawers. Eventually pulling out the small white first aid kit. She wrapped my hand, with gauze packed against it to slow the bleeding.

I wasn’t entirely sure I’d still have circulation tomorrow. But I was optimistic.

“I can’t even feel it.” I boasted in a cheerful voice. “Look!”

Without thought, I ripped the glass out of my hand and set the bloodied shard on the counter.

Tasha came over and tossed it in the trash for me. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Don’t feel it.” I stole a drink from Tasha’s glass.

She shook her head laughingly as she wrapped my other hand.

“Why are you worried about Alex?” I peered at her through one eye, then the other. Trying to focus on both of her. Over the glass in my hand.

She gently took it away and put it back on the counter. “Because I’m get slippy now and someone should probably make sure we don’t suffocate on our own vomit while we’re unconscious.”

Slippy.

She said slippy too. I knew she was mocking me, but it still made me giggle riotously.

“Ohh!” I lifted my finger, grabbing the counter to slow my swaying, as I tried to recall where I was going with that.

I frowned. Unable to remember.

“I don’t know…” My head fell and I studied the floor.

“Oh! He said by eleven.” I declared. Finally, recalling.

“Good.” She was falling down the counter. “I just have to live until then.”

Slowing her descent by catching cupboards as she slid to the floor.

I covered my mouth giggling. Taking a step backwards I tripped and flew back. Certain I was going to crack my skull when I hit the tiled floor.

Instead, strong arms slid under me and hoisted me in a bridal carry.

I looked around and saw all the lights were already turned off. Usually, the first thing Alex did when he got in late.

“Alex!” I cried.

He didn’t answer me.

“How long have you been home?”

“I’ve been here awhile.”

I snickered. Accidentally snorting. “So, you heard most of that then?”

He didn’t miss a beat. Walking straight toward the bedroom. I could only catch his handsome profile in the dark.

“I missed you, you know?” I whispered conspiratorially.

“I missed you too.”

“You putting me to bed?”

He tilted his head grudgingly. “Of a sort.”

“Weird thing to say.” I frowned.

“Well, I have dark plans before you sleep.”

“Oh…” I said sagely. Before sing-songing. “You wanna do me.”

“All day. Every day.”

“Horny bastard.”

“You’ve no idea.” I saw his teeth in the dark and knew he was laughing at me. I batted his chest. “Don’t laugh at me dick.”

“Alright…” He chuckled. “I’ll try not to.”

“Hey,” I tried to sound serious. “You spiking my wine?”

“Yes.”

“Ha ha.” I laughed. He was so rarely playful I was rather enjoying it. “And for what purpose?”

“To bang you, Baby.”

“Very funny.” I sobered. “You know full well you wouldn’t need me drunk for that.”

“Hopefully not…But it is more fun.” He grinned.

“You’re on one tonight.”

“I want to be on you.”

I rolled my eyes. Huffing.

But I was soon to find he was less joking then I thought.

When we reached the bedroom, he rolled me onto my knees. Yanking down my leggings and tossing up my dress.

“In a hurry are we?” I teased. Wiggling my bare ass invitingly.

“I want in you.”

I wanted him.

“Then do it.” I lowered onto my elbows to look over my shoulder at him positioning on his knees behind me, I directed him further. “Hard.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And that he did. Sliding in without preamble and touching deep enough I leapt onto all fours in surprise. Straightening my back.

He doesn’t usually bottom out. But I was gratified to realize he was exceedingly hard tonight.

He leaned over me. Framing me with his larger arms. Setting his chest against my back and letting me feel every inch of him against me. His hardness meeting my softness.

I rolled my hips, with him piercing me. Enjoying how hard he was. Nearly to the breaking point.

“You’re so hard.” I remarked huskily.

“For you, Sweetheart.”

“What do you want to do to me?”

“Defile you in every unholy way.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I whispered the challenge in a beckoning tone. Fluttering my dark lashes, despite that I knew he couldn’t see it in the pitch-black room.

I could barely see the outline of his shoulders and hips as he gripped my hips and brought them back in a rough dance. I grunted with the impact.

I did tell him hard.

“More.” I whispered. Wanting to unleash him. To see how far he’ll go.

He obeyed. Pounding me hard enough that I felt the slap against my cheeks. Soon my nipples hardened to tiny crests, and I threw my head back. Savoring the feel of him planted in me.

“You feel so good!” I cried.

He growled. A nearly inhumanly deep sound.

I felt the heat of him coming and I clenched down on him. Taking my own from him. Using his part in me to bring me to my climax. I fisted the sheets and squealed into the pillow in an effort to keep from waking Tasha.

“One day,” He vowed. “I’m going to unchain you and hear that full scream.”

“Good luck.” I smiled.

I’m careful.

I don’t want to be a screamer.

“I would die to hear that sound again.” He murmured huskily.

“Again?” My brow furrowed and I looked back at him. “I’ve never screamed.”

“You did. Twice.” He said.

I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”

I woke blearily the next morning, feeling lapping against my hand, I let Frosty tend the injury while I blinked myself awake. Realizing that I was laying on my stomach with my arm outstretched behind me over the side of the bed. It was already tingling from being numb.

But I was focused on the fact that Alex’s side was already empty.

He went to work already?

I lifted my phone from the charger on his bedstand and saw it was only 4:53 in the morning. I sighed and dropped my head to the pillow. Deflated I wouldn’t see him again today.

He hadn’t said goodbye, which wasn’t totally unheard of. But I hadn’t heard him in the shower either.

I was bummed. I’d seen him so little lately, that I was missing his face.

Especially because we’ve only been together in the dark the last few days.

I told myself that I only had hold out a few more days before Christmas Eve. Then we’ll celebrate together.

I turned my hand to give Frosty’s shaggy furred cheek a scrub. Still touching Alex’s cold side of the bed with my other hand. Looking at the indent in the mattress where I knew he’d been last night. Faintly hearing the door closing and realizing that Tasha was leaving for the morning, I slumped back into the pillow.

She forgot Frosty again.

She usually has to get home early when she does an overnighter and only half pays attention. I knew where that’d lead. She’d shoot me a text she was on her way to get him just before she had to be at work. She’d run him home and lock him in his kennel before heading in.

She’d need to get showered and cleaned up and that usually took Tasha, awhile.

She’ll text when she heads over. I knew.

I thought little more about it before dozing off again. Knowing I’d still have a few hours before needing to get up and get myself ready.

When I woke, I saw a voicemail from Tasha. I lifted my phone and realized I’d missed her call just after I’d dozed back off.

I sat up and looked around. Seeing Frosty was now gone and my bedroom door was open.

She came and got him.

I listened to the voicemail and it was Tasha. She sounded a bit worried.

“Is Alex still there?” She asked urgently. “His car isn’t in the drive but there was someone in your window. It didn’t really look like him…” She trailed off. “Is his car in the shop or something?”

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