Page 25 of Unbinding the Demon
“You know, you’re lucky I’m on the pill,” I breathily mentioned. I knew the guy was a bit screwy in the head, but I hadn’t expected him to come inside me like that. Whatever happened to the not-so-trusty-dusty pull-out method?
He reached down between my legs and cupped my pussy lips, letting his fingers sink into my seeping hole. “I’m not worried.”
My eyes widened from both his abrupt touch on my sensitive area and his alarming words. “Well, um, you should be. And this still isn’t a date.” I tried to change the topic.
“As you wish,” He whispered while caressing my shoulder with his thumb. “As long as I get to be with you.” He kissed the top of my head tenderly.
The sun hung low in the sky, painting peach and rose-colored hues along the edges of the lavender and arctic blue clouds above. The lofty trees and bright goldenrod rustled in the warm breeze, carrying the hushed chirps of awakening crickets. Ashton’s hair danced around his face as we stood in the driveway, ready to say our goodbyes.
“I want to see you again soon.” His golden stare radiated kindness and warmth.
“Well, maybe. I had fun, so I guess we could meet up again.” I blushed while twiddling a lock of my hair and shifting on my feet.
He put a hand on my shoulder while the other curled under my chin to lift my face. “Good, then we’ll make it a date?”
“Um, maybe we could just hang out and not call it a date?” I shifted my eyes down to the ground.
A grin lit up his handsome face, and he let out a small laugh. He pulled me into a hug, which I returned. “Then we’ll hang out again soon. I’ll see you later, Buttercup.” He placed a tiny kiss on my forehead and began to walk toward his car.
“Okay, I’ll see you later then!” I yelled with a dorky wave. Belzar ran over and gave my hand a little lick. “Goodbye, Belzar.” I smiled and patted his head. He let out a friendly yip and then pranced away to follow Ashton. After spending the day with them, Belzar seemed far less intimidating. I turned around and walked into the house. The door shut behind me, and I leaned against it with a huge smile. I felt sort of stupid for sleeping with a maniac that I hardly knew. But there was just something about him that set my blood on fire in a way that I didn’t think any other man could do.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you? You little slut!”
“Oh, oh! Hit me harder!”
My eyes widened at the sound of William and Oliver in the kitchen. I had a lot of mushrooms in my basket, but I suddenly figured that I should wait to put them in the fridge. I inconspicuously slipped past the kitchen door, getting a brief glimpse of William in nothing but a little flowery apron, getting his bare ass spanked by a shirtless Oliver with a whipped cream-covered whisk.
I scurried up to my bedroom, grabbed the journal, and held it to my chest as I fell onto my bed with a smile...Perhaps Ashton isn’t so bad after all?
12. Banged by the Books
Little white oats rained down upon the muddy soil and grass, only to be gobbled up by a barrage of quacking ducks. I softly laughed and pulled more from a little baggie I had smuggled into my schoolbag, tossing the tasty treats toward the more timid ducks who stayed closer to the pond. Lacey, Amelia, and I sat on an old rotting bench, enjoying the peaceful day. The afternoon sun was high in the light azure sky while the thin clouds lazily drifted by. Their shadows failed to dim the rays of light shining down through the scarlet leaves of the aged maple towering overhead.
Lacey excitedly shared about how Darrell had booked them for an entire week at a ski resort for her birthday next February. Amelia popped a green grape into her mouth, listening as Lacey gushed about what a wonderful man he was. A warm autumn breeze caressed my face and danced through my hair. Their voices faded as I zoned out and looked off into the distance, watching how the water sparkled as it reflected the bright sunshine.
My thoughts wandered, and I couldn’t help but think about Ashton, remembering his perfect body over mine and his sweet kisses and caresses. How his soft hair felt tangled between my fingers. The sensual rumble of his voice. The way his massive cock pulverized my vagina... I smiled and blushed a little at the memory.
“Um, Gwendolyn?” Lacey furrowed her brows while waving her hand in my face, mimicking the motion of the swaying cattails. “Are you okay?”
“Oh! Sorry! I must have spaced out for a minute there,” I sputtered, realizing I had been in sexual la-la land.
“By the look on your face, I’m guessing you were thinking about that guy you met at the party, weren’t you?” she remarked with an all-too-knowing smirk.
“Wait, you met a guy? Was this at my party last week?” Amelia leaned forward to get a better look at me, seeming very intrigued.
“Well, I didn’t actually meet him at the party; we met before at the library and then at the café, but we’re not together or anything,” I said defensively. Heat rose in my cheeks as I threw the ducks some more oats.
“Bullshit you’re not together! William said you spent all day with him on Saturday and he saw you guys at the party going at it on the front lawn. Plus, if I recall correctly, you spent the night at his place and then came home the next day wearing nothing but his shirt and boxers!” Lacey grinned while giving me a friendly tap on the upper arm.
“You had sex on my lawn!?” Amelia blurted in surprise.
“No, no, no! It wasn’t what you think!” My embarrassment soared as I shook my head in a panic.
“So you’re saying that you didn’t have sex with him, then?” Lacey cocked a suspicious brow.
“Well, um no. I mean, yeah I did, but it’s not what you guys think... Ugh, I really don’t know.” I hid my tomato-red face in my hands as they both burst into laughter. I wanted to tell them the whole deranged story; I really did. However, I couldn’t exactly explain the whole murder and kidnapping thing. So I begrudgingly held my tongue and let them believe whatever fable they wanted.
“Who is this guy, anyway?” Amelia asked through her cackles, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear.
