Page 14 of Encircled in Darkness
Chapter 5
Amaya
As soon as I securedthe locks, I hurried into the bathroom to take a shower. Even with my lips tingling and my pussy throbbing from James, the feeling of the drunk’s dirty fingers touching me, whispering filthy things in my ear, had me scrubbing their touch from my skin. I changed into a pair of sleep shorts and cami t-shirt and waited for my dinner to reheat. I kept my focus on what was directly in front of me, not wanting to let the good memories from tonight bleed into the bad.
I ate my leftovers at the tiny table near the sliding back door, the silence and isolation pressing down on me from every side. My hollow stare was caught on a random bush along the side fence of my backyard and I shivered, the feeling of being watched rolling over me like a fog. Shaking it off as the evening’s events bothering me, I placed my dishes in the sink and grabbed the half-smoked joint from my purse before I stepped onto the new back deck.
The owners had been doing some repairs on the house over the last couple of months, and I was glad the plain house was getting some attention. They had the large wooden deck built last month, and I had learned to enjoy the quiet of my neighborhood during the late-night hours. Sitting on a comfy chair I found at the thrift market, I lit a candle to help keep the bugs at bay and settled in.
Lighting the joint, I inhaled deeply and held the strong smoke in my lungs as the buzz seeped through my body. I closed my eyes and blew the smoke into the air, exhaling the fear that had been humming under my skin since the truck had skidded into the parking lot. I smiled and let my eyes roam the backyard as I replayed the moment James had saved my ass, again.
His visceral reaction to rescuing me and his overwhelming kiss had my brain scrambled. No man had ever cared enough to step in and help, so to have him as my dark knight was confusing. Thinking of his soft lips pressed against mine, his lustful words of desire, had my pussy throbbing with unfulfilled need. I fought the urge to call him and tell him I wanted him the same way he wanted me. I still wasn’t sure how to explain that I wanted him to want me for me and not for my moral decline. I ignored the cynical voice telling me I was just a whore and took another draw of the mind-numbing weed.
A noise over the back fence caught my attention and I stood, taking another draw as I heard movement through the brush. The backyards were large, and this section of the neighborhood backed up to a small grove of pine trees. Clicking my tongue, I called out for the stray cat that had been visiting over the last few months. Sometimes, he’s the only thing I had to talk to and even though he didn’t reply, he was an excellent listener.
Meow, meow. Brrrwwwrrr.
A fat orange cat jumped over the fence and sauntered across the yard like he owned the place. He walked up the three steps and leapt onto the banister, almost knocking off my small lavender plant.
“There you are. Are you hungry?” I asked as he rubbed against my shoulder.
Scratching behind his ear, his purr increased as I finished the joint and tossed the roach into the small ashtray. I picked up the bowls and refilled them with fresh water and food as he sat at the back door, never stepping across the open doorway. I had tried to get him inside, but he never entered the house.
Placing the bowls near the chair on the wooden deck, I watched as he dug in, chomping the food with gusto. I leaned over and rubbed down his back.
“Nova, what am I going to do? He bought my contract from Victor and never asked for anything in return. He gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had and walked away like it was nothing. Then he disappeared for over a month and reappeared the exact moment I was in trouble.” I paused as Nova looked up at me. “Am I being set up or is he for real? What kind of man pays for a personal whore and doesn’t fuck them? I want him so badly, but I’m afraid it’s just the darkness wanting to be set free. How can I trust my own judgement when I have no idea what he wants? What do I do?”
Purrrrrrr.
“Thanks for the advice.” I chuckled as he rubbed between my ankles. “Have you had enough?”
He finished the last few morsels of food and arched his back before he turned and strolled across the backyard, hurdling his orange fluffy body over the fence. Shaking my head with a sigh, I turned and entered the house, locking the door behind me.
The clock showed just after two thirty when I crawled into bed. I laid down and pulled the thin sheet over my body as the ceiling fan twirled overhead, cooling my overheated skin. Tucking the pillow against my chest, I hugged it tightly and closed my eyes. The throbbing in my core grew with each passing minute, and I sighed into the small bedroom as I kicked off the covers.
Reaching into my nightstand drawer, I pulled out my vibrating dildo and placed it next to me. Sliding my panties down, I laid back, needing a quick release to help me sleep. I ran my hands under my shirt, brushing my fingers softly against my stomach, and felt my nipples tighten. Imagining it was James’s hands touching me, caressing my needy body, I pinched my erect nipples and groaned softly into the room.
Switching on the vibrator, I slid it down my body and found my throbbing clit. With a gentle brush of the mechanical cock against my needy center, I arched off the bed with a moan. Massaging my breast with one hand, I slipped the vibrator between my wet lips and pumped it in slightly before withdrawing and brushing my clit again.
My hips rocked instinctively as I worked the device deeper and faster into my pussy, wishing it was James and his thick cock forcing me to the edge. My breaths were panted as the intense vibration rocked my core and I pinched my nipples. Feeling the tension building in my pelvis, I worked it faster, needing to cum.
A loud crash came from the back of the house and I could hear Nova yowling and fighting with something in the yard. Switching off the vibrator and tossing it onto the bed, the orgasm quickly faded as I hurried to the door to call him. Pulling the curtain open, I unlocked the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the deck.
Clicking my tongue again, I could hear him hissing in the bramble. I knew he was a stray, or at least someone’s outside pet, but I didn’t want him to get hurt. I stepped into the yard, the wet dew coating the grass in a fine mist as I cautiously walked into the dark yard. My feet were damp as I got closer to the sounds, and I chastised myself for not bringing a flashlight.
Movement in the back of the yard caught my eye and I squinted into the darkness to see better. A sizeable man jumped out from behind the garden shed near the rear of the yard. Stumbling backward a few steps, I could see a jagged scar running across his cheek and his cold eyes stared directly into mine. Stepping to the fence, he hoisted himself up and with a deadly glance in my direction, he jumped over the fence and disappeared into the thick woods. Panicking, I retreated into the house and quickly relocked the door, closed the curtain, and placed the bar along the track.
My hands were shaking, and I was fighting to catch my breath as I stared at the closed curtain, expecting the man to jump through the glass door and attack me. The panic was overwhelming my rational brain and impulsively I ran for my phone. Unlocking it with my thumbprint, I saw James’ number first in my contacts and I pressed dial. The phone rang twice before he picked up, his deep timbre calming me slightly.
