Page 101 of Redemption
“Oh...God,” he whispers disgustedly. “I’m so sorry. That even made me cringe. Totally got a little too carried away there.” He frog-marches me a few more steps, our breaths coordinating with each uncoordinated lunge as we slowly progress the distance. “You know, not for nothing, but this is kind of fun. This wholeabductor vs. struggling-yet-willing victim.You used to read books that had that concept in them, right?”
Oh, fluffernutter.... I know he’s probably just saying this shit so I don’t freak out at the wall of fucknuts lining up in front of us, but I didn’t think he ever realized I read at the time, let alone remembered what tropes I was drawn to after so many years.
With the smallest, most humiliating bit of acknowledgement, I wince and respond, “Yup.”
“Huh...,” he says, as if surprising himself. “I think I get the allure, now.”
Aw, fuck...
“Uh, I think you mean, FUCK YES!”my psychotic twin announces from the side of the road, proceeding to dynamically thrust her hips against absolutely nothing. Loud, raucous grunting is included absolutely free of charge in theobscene show currently underway. I just frown and huff out a sigh through my nostrils, shaking my head slightly at my own embarrassment. It’s not every day your inner hindbrain presents its own live and in-person analysis of how obscenely kinky you actually are. And in full Pennywise makeup, to boot!
“Can it, whore!” I say under my breath, hoping to dear God and all that is holy that Darius doesn’t hear me verbally sparring with my unhinged—and extremely horny—psychosis. “We already have three guys, so shut the hell up and let me concentrate!”
“But he was the OG! The cherry picker! The Bangarang! Your very own Ponce De Leon sticking his gigantic flag into your uncharted territory!”
Shut. Up. It’s never gonna happen!
Dare, bless his fucking heart, decides to choose that moment to really amp up his immersive acting skills and groans into my ear. It’s probably because I’m squirming around more than a worm on a hook, but the sound instantly stirs the growing inferno within me.
Him being this close? It’s doing its job when it comes to our little charade, but when it comes to me??? It’s a bit too effective, doing things I was not prepared for. And after that kiss against the tree? I’m officially the conductor of the hot mess express.
“All aboard!!!! TOOT TOOT!!!”
Ignoring my hallucination for just a gosh darn second, I retrain my thoughts back to Darius. I know he doesn’t mean it. At least half my mind is pretty confident he’s just playing the role we discussed, but he’s playing right into my pants, and he probably doesn’t even know it! It also doesn’t help when hearches over me to get a better grip and his hips inadvertently press closer against my backside.
Is that...? Is he hard right now?
... Seriously?!
My inner/outer self doesn’t help matters as she starts singing the words to “Get Low” by Lil John and the Eastside Boys. More specifically, theback it uphook. The visual she presents in front of me—a fantastically imaginary Darius bending over her while she eagerly presses her (MY!) ass back into his junk—has me biting my lip and pressing my thighs together.
I shouldn’t be thinking this.
“Aww, come on...,”she croons like a recent escapee from the mental hospital.
I shouldn’t be thinking this.
“He’s the one you gave your virginity to....”
Ishouldn’tbe fucking thinking about this.
“You and I both know you still loved Darius when the world threatened to end and even went looking for him, walking the length of the east coast for months just to tell him so, right up until the moment you found out he was dead. But hey! Loooook.”She points animatedly to Darius’ oblivious face.“He’s here now! And, by the looks of it, VERY much alive, if you know what I mean.”She winks like the thundercunt she is.As if I can’tfeel itmyself.
“Oh my God, the guys are already going to kill me for kissing him. What do you think will happen if they find out I’m fantasizing about him also?!” I grind out, accidentally voicing one of my recent concerns out loud. Thankfully, Darius doesn’t notice. Or... at least he doesn’t seem to.
Me-two, however...
“Or... and hear me out... they might be A.O.K. with it.”She nods like a bobblehead. I’m almost concerned her head might just pop off... But, then again, that might also be for the best. Who am I to test what fate might decide for my little trauma-induced doppelgänger?“Yeah. Think about it. They might even encourage it. Can you imagine? FOUR. GUYS!”
Oh.... My.... God...!
And now I have THAT in my head.
The option to not have to separate my past from my present and future. The four of them agreeing to my desires and then worshiping me, taking turns, throwing me into all kinds of different positions that would make even the most seasoned of why choose readers blush, making me submit and bend to their will, taking what they offer with a smile on my face and a “Thank you, Sir. May I have another?”on my lips.
Holy fucking bajeebus,that’s hot.
And then, right on time, cue Darius... making things even worse.
