Page 6 of Unbinding the Demon
3. Rainy Day
Heavy grey clouds loomed over the valley, shedding their mournful tears generously over the slumbering land. I was snuggled up in bed, gazing out through the window at the dark and dreary morning with vacuous eyes. Raindrops pitter-pattered upon the angled roof to create a serene showering melody. Tiny beads of water pelted down upon the branches of the old towering maple trees, causing them to quiver as the droplets gently rolled off and fell to the lush grass below. Scarlet had begun to bleed into their green leaves, adorning each one with a charming autumnal ombre.
The sound of wind chimes rang through the air as my phone played a whimsical wake-up alarm. I suppressed the urge to throw it across the room. Falling back asleep had been an unsuccessful and miserable endeavor. No matter how hard I had tried, I just hadn’t been able to stop my mind from replaying that wacky dream. With a sigh, I slithered out of bed, dreading the fact that I’d have to start the day in such an exhausted state.
I stroked the sleepy kitties in between my efforts to shimmy out of my nightshirt and panties. Pepper Paws yawned while stretching out his cute little jellybean toes, ready to start the day. Esquire, however, peered up at me with big sleepy yellow eyes, then fell right back asleep.Despite being home alone, I wrapped my naked frame in a fluffy blue towel for modesty and headed downstairs to the bathroom.
My bedraggled reflection appeared in the bathroom mirror, and I internally shuddered. Bold dark circles hung under my sleepy green eyes and stood out terribly against my pale complexion. It looked as though death had come and sucked the life out of me in the dark of the night. I tried not to stare too long and pulled my hair out of my messy bun, letting its long length unravel down to my butt. I brushed it out and combed my shaggy bangs down.
The trippy octopus shower curtain screeched against the rod as I pulled it back and turned on the hot water. I stepped beneath the steamy cascade, letting each droplet warm my skin. Taking my time, I began daydreaming about the dream while washing away the evidence of the pleasure it had given me. My teeth bit down on my lower lip as I giddily recalled his huge demonic frame flexing above me, the firelight creating an erotic chiaroscuro of muscle and masculinity.
Tiny beads of water clung to my black fingernails as my hand slid down my sudsy stomach mischievously. A silent yet breathy gasp escaped from my lips as I found my little bead and rubbed slow, sensual circles over it. My other hand glided up to play teasingly with my taut left nipple, making me wilt with pleasure against the white tile wall. Heat fluttered in my lower abdomen as I recalled the feeling of complete fullness he’d given me. The way he had furiously pounded into my womb with unbridled carnality. His deep, breathy voice growling and groaning into my ear. The crescendo of our passion... My fingers began to work their magic all the faster.
Oh, fucking fiddlesticks yes...
I breathily inhaled a gasp of the steamy air, spreading my legs while dipping my fingers into my core, the slickness from my arousal glossing my hand. I let the water pour over my throbbing clit, making my hips unwittingly buck with desire. My eyes closed, and my legs began to tremble and stiffen. The urgent need for release rapidly grew within me. The long dark strands of my hair clung to my back and left shoulder as I finger-fucked myself, imagining the dream demon dominating the living daylights out of me once more.
I was teetering on the brink of my climax, the torturous yet intoxicating build-up promising it would be one to remember. But then that strange sensation crept over every inch of my being once again, making me feel almost certain that I wasn’t alone. I slowly stopped my dalliance with my digits and reopened my eyes, warily shifting my gaze around. The feeling was downright suffocating and impossible to ignore.
What the hell?
My hand fumbled for the silver knob as I shut off the water. Then, quiet as a mouse, I slowly dragged the shower curtain back a few measly inches and peeked out. The bathroom was empty, with the old-fashioned sink still cluttered with Lacey’s makeup, red curtains pushed open to reveal a view of the rainy backyard, a variety of little potted succulents lining the dusty windowsill, and... the distorted face gazing back at me through the foggy mirror!
Oh wait, that’s just a reflection of the Frank-N-Furter poster William hung on the door.
“For fuck’s sake,”I grumbled while stepping out of the shower like an angry drowned rat, feeling utterly ridiculous and robbed of my orgasm...Hopefully, I’ll feel better once I have some caffeine coursing through my system.
The kitchen had been ransacked of all caffeinated beverages. So there I was, surrounded by the sweet and nutty scents of roasted coffee beans and freshly baked pastries, staring blankly at a cute handwritten menu board.“Welcome to The Sweet Birch Café”was written in fancy cursive lettering across the top, and that was about as far as I’d read. My lack of sleep had been swift to catch up with me. I must have looked like some magic seer trapped in a vision-induced trance, struggling to keep my eyes open while staring at the dang thing. Thankfully, the place was practically empty except for a handful of people having breakfast, so I wasn’t too worried about holding up the line.
A cute guy with long blond dreads emerged from the back holding a sleeve of to-go cups with green mountains on them. “Are you ready to order yet?” he flashed me a charming smile while setting the cups down.
“Yeah, I think I am,” I lied, having no idea what I wanted since an espresso I.V. drip probably wasn’t on the menu. “I’ll take a, um, a... uh, a London fog and a fruit cup, please.” The corner of my mouth lifted in a sleepy half-smile.
“Sounds good.” He winked with a flirtatious smile, and then turned to go make my stuff.
I pulled my black denim jacket, which was ostentatiously decorated with band patches, a little closer around myself, and awkwardly glanced around the room. It was a quaint mom-and-pop type of place, with small potted flowering plants on the rustic tables and various pictures of chickens on the walls. I made accidental eye contact with some random guy just as he stuffed an oversized bite of pancakes into his mouth. I quickly averted my gaze by peering into a shadowy room in the back.
The more I stared into the darkness, the more it felt like something sinister was hidden there. Something that was staring back at me with malevolent eyes just beyond the looming silhouette of a ratty old mop bucket. My heart rate sped up, and my breathing became shallow. I nervously swallowed, feeling an irrational sense of dread.
“Excuse me, miss?” A male voice came from behind me, ripping me out of my trance-like state.
My trusty black boots squeaked against the polished wood floor as I spun around with a spook. There was a tall, slender-built man in his mid-forties standing there with a coffee in his hand. A wide smile stretched across his long, thin face as he gazed at me with genuine-looking warmth in his buggy hazel eyes. His neat black clothing and clerical collar gave away that he was a priest.
“Yes, can I help you?” I replied with a smile. Secretly, I wished I could ask him to leave me alone. Lack of sleep had me feeling rather grouchy, and I was not in the mood to converse with any new people.
“Forgive me, this may sound like a rather odd question coming from a stranger, but are you, by chance, the niece of Elowynn Gallagher?” he asked as he ran a slender hand through his short, dirty-blond hair.
“Yes, I am, actually.” Another polite smile forced its way onto my face. I had already gotten that question from a few members of the school faculty, so it wasn’t a surprise.
His smile grew wider. “Ah-ha! I thought so! You bear a striking resemblance to her. My name is Father Adelstein. I offer you my condolences; I was a dear friend of your aunt. We did lots of research and other things together. I was overjoyed when I heard you would be coming to school here in Sycamore Valley.” His eyes gleamed with delight and mirrored the excitement he spoke of.
“London fog and fruit bowl,” the guy behind the counter announced while lifting my stuff up before placing it down.
“Oh, um, I have to go pay. I’ll be just a moment, please.” I held up a finger and turned to retrieve my order.
Some cheesy-sounding choir music softly played from within Father Adelstein’s pocket. He pulled his phone out and gave it a quick glance before silencing the thing. “Actually, I’m terribly sorry, but I’m running a bit late this morning and must be going. It was a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Gallagher. I’d love to chat at some point. Please do stop by the church anytime.” His smile was now apologetic but still very kind.
“It was nice meeting you as well, Father. Have a wonderful morning.” I smiled and waved goodbye before completing my transaction. Thankfully, I didn’t have to interact with him too much because he left just as quickly as he came.
