Page 43 of Like A Moth To A Flame

Maybe it was the angle or the position, but when he brushed over my clit, I let out a sound that I was absolutely sure I’d heard from barnyard animals before.

Perfect. Fucking. Timing.

Asshole.

He chuckled, and god if I could have, I’d have pulled back and clocked him right in the fucking jaw.

“Oh, I’m sure you do, baby. I’m sure you hate me sofuckingbad.”

With every punctuated word, his fingers circled and tightened, and I could feel my thighs twitching, a deep, aching throb pulsing inside of me. His fingers dipped inside of me, to wet in my need before coming back out to circle my clit again.

The fear had broken, giving way to anger and hatred, all masquerading beneath denial. I didn’t want to like it. I didn’t want it to feel so fucking good, but fuck, every touch of his fingers was electric. My hips circled with him, desperate for release to chase away the ache.

“You’re so beautiful, Vanessa,” he said. The way my name sounded on his tongue, dripping from his lips, sent an electrical jolt rocketing up my spine. “So perfect.”

I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had touched me like this. I couldn’t remember the last time another person had made me feel like I was now—like I was coming apart at the seams. My last fumbling, clumsy love-making session had turned me off to it altogether, and that had been… when… right after college?

Had it really been four years?

His movements came faster and softer until they were feather light. I was moaning, and I couldn’t hold it back, even when I tried. I hated him for what he was doing to me, but fuck if I hoped he never stopped. I wanted to feel repulsed, but I couldn’t force it. Believe me when I say I tried.

“Do you like it, baby? Tell me you like it.”

“No,” I choked, fighting to catch her breath. “F-fuck you. Asshole.”

I was moaning, gasping, and pleading without words. Anyone with ears could have heard it, but I’d deny it until my dying breath. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

He laughed, and when he paused, I almost whimpered again—almost. Somehow, I managed to bite it back. My spine was burning, my legs shaking and my heart pattering and skipping in my chest.

Why had he stopped? Did he want me to beg? He wanted me to beg, didn’t he?

Damn it.

Goddamnit.

Goddamn him.

I wouldn’t do it. I wouldn’t. He’d just have to go ahead and go fuck himself.

Except… maybe? Maybe I would beg.

No one had to know. It was just us, all alone, and fuck, I needed to cum so badly.

After a moment, he shifted, and the hand at my throat dropped away. When it returned, he was holding a phone. Wait, that was my phone!

He was holding myfucking phone?!

It was on, the front-facing camera pointed right at me, and I could see my reflection looking back at me. Judging by the little blinking red light in the corner, it was recording. Welp, so much for my little secret.

“Wh-what are you—”

“Smile for the camera, baby girl.”

His fingers returned, and my entire body stiffened. My legs parted for him, my hips tilted towards him and my pelvis grinding down on his hand, and I guess I would just have to drink an entire bottle of scotch to forget because I wasn’t sorry. Not now.

“Look, babe. I want you to see how beautiful you look when you fall apart for me.”

Looking at my phone screen, I could see the remnants of this morning’s eyeliner smeared across my cheeks, the tears leaking from my wide-open blue eyes. I could see how flushed I was, my cheeks bright pink and my freckles standing out across the bridge of my nose. I could see the lust painted across my face in plain technicolor, and when his fingers returned to their favorite little bud, I could see my mouth drop open and my bottom lip quiver.

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