Page 16 of Always Salty

Not when I was literally limp in his arms.

He fucked me until I felt like I’d never recover.

And when I came for a third time, forced to by his talented fingers, he finally allowed himself to let go.

I came down from my high, and terror once again made itself known.

“W-who are you?” I asked.

He pulled out and the rush of his release spilled down my bare thighs.

“Maybe one day I’ll tell you, darling.”

Then he left me standing there in shock.

I’ve been ordering the same Subway sandwich my whole life. What makes you think I’ll cheat on you?

—Keely’s secret thoughts

DIMA

I couldn’t sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes, my mind kept going back to what I’d done the night before, and I couldn’t turn the replay off.

I found myself heading to my computer and using my rudimentary skills to find an email address for Keely Clayborne using her work’s website.

She was listed as one of the ‘top employees’ there, with all of her information right in the open for anyone that had a computer to see.

Once I had her email, I forwarded her a report that clearly showed that I had a clean bill of health.

Then, for good measure, I sent her the video of us fucking in that alley because I was a sadist.

For the finishing touches, I went to her company’s website and removed all of her information off of there, so all that was left was a generic photo of a woman that closely resembled her.

Then I did another hard search for her throughout the internet and went about deleting all of that information.

The problem was, the woman was everywhere.

Literally.

She had social media on every single fucking website that there was, and some of those websites she had multiple accounts.

I grinned when I saw that she had an account dedicated solely to the books that she read. She commented and participated a lot on that one. Moreso than any of the other accounts that she had.

What was funniest was that she had a family-friendly account, and then her book account, on nearly every platform.

Her family had no clue that she was so damn invested in her books, I’d bet.

Though she didn’t post pictures or videos, she did comment a whole hell of a lot.

After hiding her as best as I could, and deleting a few of the people that she followed because I thought it was bullshit she was following ‘masked men’ pages, I signed off and looked at the clock.

One in the morning, and I was wired.

So, I found myself walking.

I found myself doing that a lot.

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