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With that confirmation, I grab hold of both ends of the tie, pulling on it lightly. She doesn’t tense up this time like I expect her to do, instead, she lets out a soft moan. Desire lingers as I line my cock up with her pussy, with keeping my grip on the tie secure. I tug lightly so it’s a bit tighter, but without cutting off her breathing. I thrust into her hard.

“Fuck...God,” she yells out. Her arms struggle to move against the restraint of the belt.

“God...you’re so fucking tight,” I growl. Sucking in a breath so I don’t come right away. God, she feels so good.

I take a moment to get hold of my bearings, before I begin thrusting again. I’m not gentle this time, I’m thrusting in and out of her with as much strength as I can. The sounds she’s making reassure me that she’s enjoying this as much as I am. “Don, fuck,” she grumbles. She’s gripping me so tight that I can feel how close she is. Gently I pull on the tie tighter, making sure not to cut off her airway completely and her whole body convulses. “Oh…Mmm…Don,” She wheezes, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

“Jesus Christ, woman,” I pant. Trying to catch my breath before slamming into her one more time. Forcefully holding her still as I spill out inside her.

I take a few seconds to catch my breath, before I pull out of her. I can feel her body beginning to sag. Gently, I lay her down and untie the belt from her hands. Notably shy, she covers her face with her hands, shaking her head. “That has got to be...I have no words.” She giggles lightly.

With an urgent need to tend to her, I rise off the bed. I make my way into the bathroom to do just that. Running the hot water, I soak a washcloth under it. Eagerly, I bring it back out and climb onto the edge of the bed. The feeling I get as I wash her, is unlike any I have ever had before, it fills me with a longing to care for her by any means necessary. As I finish up, my gaze locks on hers. There is a satisfaction shining in her stare, and it delights me. I give her a kiss on the forehead, and head back to the bathroom. Unable to stay away from her, I wash myself quickly. I debate taking a shower, but fuck it.

By the time I finish up and make my way back out, she has fallen asleep on the bed. Like a true stalker, I stare at her intensely, she looks so beautiful. Especially with the tie still around her neck and I can’t help but smile as I make my way to the foot of the bed to retrieve my phone. With my phone in hand, I carefully take a few pictures of my sleeping beauty, wanting to capture this moment. I know she may not appreciate it later, but I’m excited to share these memories with her, reminding her of how serene she looked.

Utterly satisfied, I sit down on the bed next to her. Gently, I coax the tie out from around her neck, the thoughts of her choking on it unsettles me. As I go to get in next to her, I suddenly realize that she’s sleeping on top of the covers. I go to the wardrobe and grab another comforter and gently lay it out over her, before I climb in beside her and pull her close.

Wherethefuckisshe? She hasn’t shown up for work. A growing unease has settled over me and I’ve taken to staying at her apartment, hoping to catch a glimpse of her when she eventually returns. Unable to shake the feeling that something isn’t right. I even reached out to her parents, but they, too, are in the dark, claiming they haven’t seen her. Admittedly I tried to convey the weight of my worry, but they reassured me that they had spoken to her. According to them, she’s fine and will stop by in a few days, yet their calmness does little to ease the knot of anxiety tightening in my chest. I was even desperate enough to call the girls she works with, but the two fuckers wouldn’t tell me a thing, even though I know they know something. What aren’t they telling me? And why?

I stayed up all last night waiting for her, freezing might I add, this place is a dump. It’s some pre-fifties building that has never been renovated properly. I think I remember Raine rambling on about it being an old library or some shit like that. Either way it’s a shit hole and I thought, well I hoped, that maybe she would show up at some point.

Ever since I woke up to my apartment being empty, I have been having weird flashbacks, at least I think they are flashbacks. It’s hard to figure out what is real and not right now. My head is in a constant spin, with a consistent headache that won’t shift. The flashbacks, or visions, whatever they are, are always of Raine and sunflowers, I can’t wrap my mind around it, why sunflowers?

Exhausted, I swallow down my fifth coffee of the morning, even though it doesn’t feel like it, it doesn’t even feel like I've slept either. I keep forgetting what I’m doing, my brain is all foggy. That son of a bitch must have given me something when he had me. Little does the fucker know that I have my ways, I will bring him down, one way or another.

Anxiously, I gather my belongings, as the knot forming in my stomach tightens, she has never been gone for this long, not even during her weekends out with the girls. The uncertainty is unsettling, and I can't shake the feeling as my mind races with possibilities. Could something have happened, compelling her to stay away? Or perhaps she’s not at their place at all.

Hesitantly, I start making my way outside, getting ready to lock up, but just as I make my way to the door, I hear a car coming up the driveway. I make my way to the window, pulling the curtain back slightly. Curiosity eats away at me as I peer out the window to see if it’s Raine, it’s not. But I think I recognize the car. Who is that?

To stay hidden, I step back, certain I recognize the car.

Patiently, I wait for whomever is in the car to exit, but for several minutes no one does. I debate whether to go out and find out who it is or wait a few more minutes. But just as I consider moving, the driver's side door opens, and Donovan Archer appears, that mother fucker! What the fuck is he doing outside Raine's apartment?

That’s why I recognize the car, it belongs to that prick.

Reluctantly, I watch as he walks around to the passenger side, opening the door. This is unbelievable, Raine gets out of the car. No...No....No. It can’t be? What the fuck is going on?

Overcome with dread, I hold my head in my hands, my breath quickens as a sharp pain shoots through my head. With a forceful strength I steady myself, and suck in several deep breaths before averting my gaze back to the window. What is she doing with him? What the hell? They look intimate as if they are two old friends reconnecting. Why are they like this? My vision blurs and I lose my footing for a second. I close my eyes, to see if that will help. But I get hit with flashbacks, images of Raine and Donovan take over my mind, they’re asleep, cuddled up, as if on a loop it replays over and over. The knot of anxiety comes back tenfold. I pinch myself hard trying to gain my composure and as soon as it subsides, I turn my gaze back to the window.

Seriously, they are kissing, what? This must be a dream; it has to be, this can’t be happening. My vision blurs red as my mind tries to take hold of what I have seen.

I make my way over to the chair to sit down. Real or not, I can’t watch anymore.

The room is dark, but I barely notice as I sit trying to contemplate everything, but my mind is incapable of processing at this moment and confusion turns to anger the longer I sit. Is that where she has been for the last few days? That slut. Is she sleeping with him? I bet she is. How could she do this? I thought I had her right where I wanted her, she loves me, she was meant to wait for me, not him.

With anger seeping through my veins like wildfire, I rise from the chair and take another glance out the window. I see Donavan as he gets back into the car and drives off. Raine watches him like some lovesick puppy. Disgusted, I move back and pace the room, the rage within me burning hotter than before.

It’s out of control by the time I hear the key in the door, so I sit back down in the dark room and wait. Raine walks in, but she doesn’t notice me, her vision doesn’t glance my way. Silently, I watch her, she hums away to herself as she walks through to the kitchen. Observing her closely, I watch as she grabs a glass from the cupboard, then makes her way to the fridge with a glass in hand, and pulls out the orange juice. A wide grin covers her face as she pours it out and I swallow down the bile that nearly spills out. Closing my eyes, I calm myself, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth.

Right at this moment, she disgusts me, but I will still have her, she will still be mine, not his. I promised my mother before she died, it was her last wish for me. But I was waiting until I got my revenge to make it happen, it looks like it’s happening sooner now. Finally, she finishes her drink, and makes her way back through the space, closer to where I sit. Unaware that I’m here, I clear my throat loudly, making her jump. “Jack, what are you doing?” she yells at me. “What am I doing?” I growl, rising from the chair. “What the fuck are you doing?” I approach her, closing the gap between us. “Where have you been Raine, huh? What have you been doing?” Cutting her eyes at me, she doesn’t answer.

“Well...I am waiting.” I say, annoyed at her ignorance.

With her hands firmly planted on her hips, she shoots me a piercing glare, anger flashes in her stare, good, now she knows how I feel. “Why is that your business, when does anything I do concern you?” she snaps.

“Anything you do is my business, you were meant to wait for me…So, come on...answer me. Where have you been?” I ask as I start to circle around her, waiting for an answer. “Come on Raine, tell me,” I yell louder.

“Fuck you, Jack! I never said that I would wait, never once did any of those words pass my lips, and you know exactly where I was.” She bites back.

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