Page 127 of Fragments
He keeps stepping toward me, and I keep backing up, gulping down my nerves. “Dash…”
“Did you miss me…Luscious?” He cocks his head.
“Okay… um…” I stammer for words, head wobbling back and forth. “Hang on, can we just… talk for a sec?”
He shakes his head. “No more talking, Dascha.”
“Wait…I’mDascha?” My blinking speeds up in perplexity as he pushes into my space.
I try to get some space between us, but my legs hit the bed and I crash onto it. And he immediately crawls over me, trapping me beneath him.
Oh God, oh fuck… What’s happening??
“The only words I want to hear from you are about how fucking good I’m making you feel,” he growls over my lips, his breath hitting my face. It’s minty, like those Wintergreen candies I sometimes see him sucking on, though I haven’t the slightest clue where he gets them from. “Do you understand?”
Placing my hands on his chest, I push to keep him at a distance, so I can think for a second. I need to wrap my head around this and not get distracted by the fact that I’m very warm right now.
Seriously, I feel like my clothes are going to melt off my body.
Swiftly, he grabs my hands and pins them over my head.
My lashes flutter at his face. “W-wait… stop…”
“Don’t get up in your head, Dascha…” he whispers, holding my wrists with one hand while the other lowers, traveling up my side. “Just let me do bad things to you.”
“But you’re my friend,” I huff. “We shouldn’t be doing this…”
His head cocks.
And I just don’t get it… It makes very little sense.
But I canseeit now, plain as day.
“You’re not… Dash…” I whisper nervously. “Are you?”
He doesn’t respond, just regards me curiously, fingers brushing along my navel, a ticklish spot that makes me flinch.
Okay, uh… this is crazy. This is fuckinginsane… Who am I dealing with right now??
Taking on a new tactic, I ask, “What’s your name…?”
“Call me what I am to you, inmate,” his voice rumbles into my chest from his.
Inmate… holy fuck. He thinks I’m him.I’mDash.
So then who is he??
I just stare up at him blankly, observing how his eyes are almost squinted, like he’s in a trance.
“Who are you?” I ask again.
His hand slides up to my throat, fear lancing my stomach. “Officer, inmate 101.” His hips press down into mine, and I don’t want it to happen, but my dick begins to fill at the friction.
“Officer…” The word slips from my shivering lips.
I want to keep him talking, to find out more while also verifying that he’s not going to hurt me. But I’m way out of my comfort zone.
I don’t know how to deal with this… Whatever it is. Split personality?
