Page 30 of Mara
Am I still a slut if I didn’t come to my awful thoughts?
I sighed, trying to press my legs into the heat that throbbed between my legs. I pushed the shower curtain out of the way while I reached for a towel. The warm water was doing nothing to soothe the ache I was now feeling.
In the whisps of steam, I saw him. Jinx. He was standing beside my towel rack, staring at me.
How long has he been here? Did he…hear me?
I couldn’t tell if he was speaking. The mist in the room was too much. His mouth was obscured. I could barely tell it was even Jinx, but his blond short hair and curly fade gave him away. His eyes stood out, staring at me, penetrating everything else.
“Jinx!” I hollered, trying to cover my nakedness with my arms.
He was walking toward me, and I leaned back against the shower wall, trying to get away from him.
“Nirvana,” he mouthed the words slowly and blocked my exit from the shower. “You scream my name, begging me to fuck that little cunt like the whore you are, but then revoke my invitation when I humbly come to accept?”
I felt shivers climb my spine.
He did hear me.
He heard every fucking word. My desperation and my pathetic begging.
“I…”
The silence stretched as I stared into his eyes. The water still sprayed down onto my hair, hitting my body and rolling off my curves.
He was tracking those droplets, biting his lower lip each time.
“I...wasn’t. I was…I.”
My lie was cut off by his hand as he wrapped those tattooed fingers around my throat and pushed me further into the tile of the shower. I tried to comprehend what was happening.
Fully clothed, he stepped into the shower, his arm anchoring me to the back of the tile, the water directly in my face. I sputtered, trying to get out of his hold. I smashed my fists on his arm, but he didn’t budge.
“Let go of me.” I tried to say, but it came out as nothing but a whimpered puff of air underneath his grip.
“I don’t want to deny such a pretty request, Mara.” He bent his arm and pushed himself closer to me. “You didn’t let that delicious pussy come.”
Quickly, he used his free hand to rip the shower curtain free, wrapping my arms in the nylon fabric and tying it off to the metal pole above my head.
“Fuck you.” I fought to free myself as he ran his hands down my body.
My nipples hardened under his fingertips. My arms strained against the nylon restraint.
He smiled and brought his head down to suck the bud into his mouth. The way he swirled his tongue reminded me of how he felt on my clit.
The water wasn’t the only reason I was wet, and I cursed, wishing that I wasn’t reminded of the last time we were in a bathroom together.
His hands went further down my body, his lips and teeth following. Using his legs to kick my feet apart, he spun me around, smashing my chest against the shower wall.
“This desperate little cunt really needs me, doesn’t it? Say it, Nirvana. Tell me how fucking desperate you are for this.”
His hand moved to his belt, slowly undoing it, and I moaned uncontrollably. I couldn’t want this. I wouldn’t beg him.
“Pl—” I started to say, cutting off my words by biting my tongue hard enough to draw blood.
Jinx spun me around again, the crimson leaked from my mouth, and his eyes lit up with something I hadn’t seen before. Gripping my cheeks in his hand, he tracked the blood as it rolled out of my mouth, dripping onto my chest.
“You are so fucking infuriating, you know that? Just when I think I can predict what you will do, you completely pull a one-eighty, and I am the one left panting.”
