Page 17 of Welcome Home
“What am I?”
I pause, suckling on her flesh as my hand makes it to the zipper on the back of her dress. My movements slow and reverent despite my desperate need for her. My cock throbbing, as I start to unzip it. My fingers sliding lower down her back as I peel her from the soiled garment. “You’re a monster, a liar, and a fucking deviant. Most of all, you’re mine. Aren’t you? You belong to me, don’t you, Cora dear?”
“No.” She whimpers, as her hips start to move against the pulsing bulge on my lap. Grinding herself into me, my cock straining against the zipper of my pants as she rolls her clit over the hardened length.
I chuckle, taking her bottom lip into my mouth, capturing it between my teeth. “Liar.” She moans softly, her fingers tightening in my hair.
Knock knock knock!
“Ignore it.” I growl, tightening my arms around her waist as she tries to extract herself from me. I rock my hips up, forcing her clit back over the bulge in my pants.
Knock knock knock!
“Fuck.” I grit between my teeth as she scrambles out of my lap. Slightly slipping in the water still coating the floor.
She avoids my eyes, backing up until her back meets the wall. “I…uhm. Can you?”
“Yeah.” I breathe out, trying to control the red haze filtering in behind my eyes. “Go upstairs and I'll be there in a moment.”
She shakes her head so hard she nearly loses her balance. “No! I would rather be alone, Oli- Sir?”
Sir?
“Cora please-“
Knock knock knock!
Goddess, spare me.
I turn towards the door for a second, debating killing whoever is at it so I can chase her up the stairs, but by the time I turn back, she’s already over halfway up. Her dress hanging open in the back, exposing the lace underwear she’s wearing as she clutches it to her chest. The gentle slope of her back. The cute egg-shaped birthmark on the left side, right by her spine that he never paid attention to before. I don’t remove my eyes from her until the bedroom door slams shut.
Knock knock knock!
“YOU’D BETTER HAVE A GOOD FUCKING-“ I bellow, ripping open the door, barely managing to keep it on the hinges.
“Son…why didn’t you call?” His mother yells throwing herself onto me.
I take a deep breath, extracting myself from her arms. “Come in, please. Excuse the mess. We were doing some deep cleaning.”
Cora
My heart drums in my chest, the residual dull throb between my legs feels like a phantom touch in comparison to the near painful need from earlier. I feel more shaken by the way I responded to his touch than I do about what I did to the original version of him. The steam from my hot tea is uncomfortable as I sip at it, ignoring the urge to close my eyes.
“Cora dear?” The gruff, condescending tone of my father-in-law’s voice grates at my already frayed nerves. It’s the special kind of condescending only born from a lifetime of suckling a polished silver teat. They were never kind to me. I hadn’t imagined their disdain could get worse until he went missing.
I lift my head, meeting Oliver’s eyes for a second too long before turning towards Conner. He flashes a tight smile, making the laugh lines of his aged face crinkle disingenuously. “You seem distracted. Are you handling things okay?”
Lauren cuts in as she always does, shuffling around in her blazer it’s definitely too hot to be wearing. “You know, we’d be more than happy to speak to Dr. Fitz again for you. Maybe send over some more-“
“That won’t be necessary.” Oliver cuts her off.
Holy shit, he cut her off.
My eyes dart back to Lauren, waiting for her scathing response. Her thinning red painted lips formed in the world's tightest line.
A warm, wine red. Not whore red, as she so tactfully called it.
Whore.
