Page 23 of Such a Bad Girl

Trying to stand made me heave. Nope. Not ready to stand.

Pressing a hand against the rough, wet bark of a nearby tree, I paused and caught my breath, waiting for the blistering pain in my balls to subside. I couldn’t decide if it was from the kick or being so close to coming, only to be called off at the last minute.

Despite the pain I’d caused her, she’d arched against me and moaned like a lusty little whore. She’d wanted it.

Hadn’t she?

I had to go to her.

To plead my case. To pump her full of cum.

The first few steps were a half stumble as I tucked my still hard cock into my trousers, wiping the rain from my face with the back of my damp sleeve.

She had firmly shut her window, and I stalked around to her front door, ready to knock and beg.

It stood ajar.

Rapping my knuckles lightly against it, I shouted, ‘Bex?’

No sound met me.

Darkness filled the apartment whenI pushed it open. Squinting, I made my way along the corridor, looking for any signs she had returned. Had she gone to a friend's instead? Should I expect to be surrounded by red and blue flashing lights at any moment?

‘Bex?’ I said again, entering the combined lounge and kitchen to find it equally deserted.

The bedroom equally perplexed me.

Where the hell was she?

A sliver of light shone from beneath a closed door. The closer I got, the louder the interior fan whirred. A bathroom? Of course… she was probably cleaning herself up.

Knocking loudly, I waited.

Silence.

‘Bex? Can I come in? I just want to talk.’

Nothing.

The handle depressed with no resistance, and I pushed the door open. Bex wasn’t there.

Cut up photographs of a teen covered an entire wall.

No a man.

Both.

My heart squeezed, nearly stopping entirely as I recognised the face in a photo.My face.My pulse hammered, sweat gathering at the nape of my neck.

They were all me.

Going from picture to picture, my stomach lurched. I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear away the delusion I had to be seeing. It couldn’t be reality.

‘What the fuck?’ I whispered to myself. There were pictures from the age of eighteen or nineteen right up to now. The world spun as I backed out of the room, my head spinning as confusion and fear swarmed me.

Who the fuck was she?

‘Surprise.’ Bex’s voice was soft, and right next to my ear. A sharp pinch at my neck made me flinch before I turned.

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