Page 4 of Midnight Dream

“Is it that noticeable?” I asked her.

“To me, yes. To him, I’m not sure. I know you, and I know how much you hate not being at work, so for you to disappear for hours on end means something’s up.”

Jeanette knew me like the back of her hand, which is why I needed her. I needed to share my thoughts and see if she could make sense of the jumble mess in my head. She was partly responsible after all. If she hadn’t hired him, or threw him on me the way she did, I wouldn’t have let him fuck me.

Okay, maybe I’m more responsible than she is, but that’s beside the point.

The point is, I needed her to help me figure out what to do next. But, once again, I’d fucked it up. I’d spent so much time avoiding Dustin and waiting for him to leave that I forgot Jeanette left early to be with her kids at home.

“Call me,” she said as she walked out the door. “We’ll talk about it later tonight.”

As she walked out the door, and the bell above it sounded, I got lost in thought and have been there ever since.

“Dream.”

Fuck.

It was Dustin.

What time is it?

I was so caught up in my head, I completely zoned out and didn’t notice when the bell above the door sounded again.

Almost midnight? Shit.

The sun had long since gone down, and the moon provided the only light in the room as it cascaded through the windows. I’d been sitting in the dark for hours, alone, and even forgot to call Jeanette. Now, I was trapped. Dustin stepped inside and shut the door behind him. He turned the latch, locking us in, and the click it made stopped my heart cold.

He leaned his back against the door and devoured me with his eyes. “You’ve been avoiding me, Dream. I don’t like that.”

My mouth went completely dry as I tried to speak, as if a thousand cotton balls had found their way into my mouth and soaked up anything I tried to say.

Dustin moved towards me at a menacing pace. Each step he made, which brought him closer to me, was like lightning bolts shooting straight into my body. The air around me grew hot, and my heart raced within my chest. I stood out of my chair and backed away, until my back bumped into the closed door leading to the backroom.

“Why have you been avoiding me, Dream?”

I used my right hand to reach for the doorknob while maintaining eye-contact. “Avoiding you? No, I’m not...not avoiding you,” I stammered.

As soon as the cold metal from the knob touched my skin, Dustin covered the distance between us much faster than I could anticipate. He grabbed me by the throat and pressed my back into the door. I gasped as my skin caught fire from his touch.

He lowered his mouth to my left ear. “Did you think I was going to let you go so easily, Dream?” He growled.

“What...what do you mean?” I gasped.

“I told you before. You’re mine.”

Dustin tightened his grip around my neck and spun me so my back was now to him. My palms were flat against the door, and my breasts pressed into the wood. I shut my eyes wondering what would happen next. His free hand began to travel up my left leg, tantalizing and teasing me as it went.

His mouth went to my ear once again, his warm breath dancing along my skin. “You remember that? Don’t you?”

I was a moaning, shivering mess as his rough hands moved over my body, and when his hand went under my sundress and slipped into my panties, he found them to be soaking. One of his fingers went between my folds and inside me, while another found my clit and grazed it in a circular motion, making me cry out in ecstasy.

“Yeah. You remember,” I heard him say.

I wanted to resist. I did. But the pounding of my heart in my chest, and the stiffening of my clit made me comply with his demands.

Dustin paused the torturous movements between my legs and removed his hand from around my neck and moved it to the back of my head. He pressed my head into the door, angling it so my face was to the side and then ripped at my panties, tearing through the soaked material like paper.

“Dustin,” I moaned.

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