Page 46 of Without Bound
“I am yours. I’ve already given myself to you. Please. I only want to be yours.” My palm rubs harder and I go faster. “Oh my god. I’m going to come. Are you close?”
“Yes,” he pants.
“Watch me. Watch me come on my hand for you,” I tell him as I feel my heart speed up and the buzz in my body reaching a crescendo.
My breath is stolen from my lungs for just a second before I hear the rush of my blood whooshing in my ears.
“Oh my god, oh my GAH! So good,” I cry and then my body stills, the weightless sensation taking over.
My body grows slack and I feel boneless as I sag against the mattress. A loud grunt pulls my attention back to my phone and I open them just in time to see cum spurting from his engorged head.
“Fuck. Anais. Jesus,” he says, over and over.
The cum rushes over his fist and begins dripping down his hand. The sight has my pussy buzzing all over again.
“If I was there I’d lick your cock dry, Bishop. Can I do that, please?” I beg.
The camera spins around and I’m staring at the ceiling fan as it whirs. When I see him again, his shirt is off and he’s breathing rapidly.
“Bad girl, my little butterfly. Now I need a new shirt.” The smile on his face is lazy and his eyes look glossed over, almost as if he’s high except I know he’s not.
“Want me to come over and help you clean up?”
His head shakes from side to side. “No, Anais. That’s not a good idea. Even this is a bad idea, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I think it’s best if we don’t see one another in person.”
“Why? I don’t understand. Don’t you want me?”
His chair creaks as he adjusts himself and leans forward.
“Of course I want you. That’s the problem. If you come anywhere near me, I won’t be able to stop myself. And that just can’t happen.”
I reach behind me and start yanking the covers down until I can maneuver underneath them, not wanting him to see my body when I’m feeling so vulnerable.
“I don’t want you to stop yourself. I want to be with you, Bishop. I’ve told you that.”
“And I’ve told you that can’t happen. We should stop this all together. It’s only confusing things, so it’s best if we only talk when everyone is around.” His voice changes from sated to annoyed in the blink of an eye.
“Fuck you, Bishop. You can’t just use me up then toss me aside. You’re an asshole,” I shout then kick my foot, launching my phone into the air and hear it land with a crack.
I flop back against my bed and begin to cry. I’m not going to be his toy that he plays with, only to be thrown away when he gets bored. My eyes grow heavy and I curl up, thoughts of Bishop and I together the last thing I remember.
16
Bishop
I’ve punished myself for the last few days over how I treated Anais the last time we spoke, but I’ve let things get too far and they need to stop.
I’m making my way across campus in search of her to apologize and let her know that we can’t continue whatever this is anymore, knowing it’s her lunch time and it would be better to talk in person with a crowd around.
The weather is already starting to change and a slight breeze is in the air. It’s still hot and humid, but the temps are finally starting to tick down a bit. More students mill about as I walk from one end of campus to the other. I would normally drive but I decided to enjoy the day and take a stroll.
Laughter rings out from students but one stands out above the others. The sweet sound is like music to my ears and I instantly recognize it. I look to my right where I hear it coming from, and spot Anais and one of her friends standing with a group of guys.
My feet carry me closer and closer to where they stand until I’mtowering over them, imposing with my size and the heat that pours off my body.
“Anais,” I growl, surprising myself when her name comes from my mouth.
Her head spins and her hair floats through the air.
