Page 6 of Creepy
“Not there,” I said of my current room.I pointed.“Upstairs.”
“Just like old times,” he crooned, as he followed me up the wooden stairs and into my old room.Exactly like it was before he left me, my wedding dress hung in the corner, the one he was never supposed to see until the big day.Glacier white and elegantly beaded, the gown would’ve been perfect for the big wedding we’d planned.Sweet pictures of him and I dotted the pastel walls of my youth.The lavish engagement ring laid over in my old dresser somewhere, too.
Naturally, none of this affected him.All ancient history.
We stood in front of my old white wrought iron bed with the yellow chenille duvet in broad daylight.Before the pandemic, Dillon wasn’t a sex-in-the-middle-of-the-day type of guy.
“Take it off,” he demanded.
Unbuckling the holster, I put my pistol on the floor and kicked it away.He laid his down too.
Dillon unzipped his pants.“I wish you could enjoy it.”
My hands on my hips, I said, “Don’t lie.I’ve known you my whole life.I know you love a good fight.”
“Might be nice for a change if you were a willing participant.”
“Don’t you have enough of those?”
Mimicking me, Dillon’s hands went to his hips.“It really bothers you, doesn’t it?We aren’t even dating anymore, and you can’t stand me being with other women.”
“Dating?”I sounded appalled.
“Engaged,” he corrected himself.
I shook my head.“You ran off but have still found a way to have your cake and eat it, too.”
We were bickering like we were married.
Dillon gave in, lowering his arms, then reached up to rub mine.He was trying to soothe me.“Come on, Sissy.You used to love a good pounding.”
That was certainly true and considering the alternative, nothing, I didn’t hate having sex with Dillon.It wasn’t like I had any other options.
He went on, still stroking my arms, “Would you rather me let one of my crew have you?”
“Is that a threat?”
His grip tightened on my arms.“You know damn good and well the men understand if I want you all to myself.Leaders have privileges.They respect what I’m doing here.But they wouldn’t understand me just leaving you here to go to waste.That’s against our code.”
The thought of the Stayers rounding up stray women to use them how they saw fit turned my stomach.Reminded of such, I said, “You could at least wear a condom.”
“That would undoubtedly defeat the point, Sissy.”
“You could be a real gentleman and leave me alone.They’d never know if we weren’t having sex.”
“I’d know.”
Dillon had really bought into all this shit with the Stayers.He-man shit.And I’m sure he’d created most of it.Another reason I couldn’t go and be with him.“Can you just get it over with?”
Accepting the invitation, he ripped his dirty shirt over his head.His tattered jeans were next to hit the floor.His boxers, gone in an instant.He stood before me naked and looking so familiar, his erect cock as impressive as ever but his body already spectacular, bulkier from hard work, tan from the waist up.Good to know he wasn’t running around Alexandria in the nude.
As usual, I didn’t budge.I’d let him access me however he saw fit.
Leering, he leaned in to kiss me, and as always, I drew away.
A grimace overtook his features.“You’ve always been such a brat.”Dillon went quick for my leggings, yanking them down to my knees.“No panties?”He whirled me around and flung me on the bed.My ass out for him, I waited.He caressed it before giving it a hard slap.
Juices ran down my thigh.
