Even to me.
50
EFFIE
It was a pair of my panties.
That’s what Kieran stuffed in my mouth to stop me from talking as he fucked me.
He kept me pinned against the window, staring into my eyes until I came around his dick again. And only when I had, did he let himself go.
The groan he let out as he spilled inside me still echoes around my apartment all these hours later.
It was so erotic. So hot.
But as perfect as that moment was, it wasn’t meant to last.
He left me there naked in front of the window.
I watched as he took a step back and tucked himself away.
He ran his eyes over my naked body with a mixture of heat, disappointment and anger in his dark gaze.
And then he took two steps back.
I wanted to beg him to stay. To tell him we could go back to how things were that weekend.
But my fear stopped me.
It might be good for four days, a week, maybe even a month.
But then what?
I wouldn’t survive if he dropped me for someone else.
With my gag still in place stopping me from saying a single word, I had little choice but to watch as he walked away from me again.
This time was worse because I didn’t tell him to go.
He wanted to go.
He’d gotten what he came for and he left me in a used heap on the floor.
I don’t know how long I stayed there for, silently hoping he’d realize his mistake and come back.
But he didn’t. So in the end, I climbed onto my weak, shaky legs and returned to my bathroom.
I climbed back into the tub and sat in that cold water until my teeth were chattering, running the events of the evening over and over in my head.
I should have done something to stop him.
But I never have had the strength to say no to Kieran.
My tears splashed into the water as I purged the frustration and sadness his visit left me with.
How hard would it have been for him to carry me to my bed and crawl in with me instead?
At some point, with shivers racking my body and regrets eating me up, I managed to dry myself off and slip between the covers. There was nothing comforting about the warmth though.