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There’s a pause and then sure enough, they knock again. I throw the blanket over Raven, grab my gun, and storm to the door. Throwing it open, I settle my Glock between the man’s eyes. Tek. He throws his hands up in a gesture of surrender then slowly pushes the gun out of his face. I return it to its original position.
“Sorry for the interruption, Prez, but we got a problem.”
“You can’t handle it without me?”
“Sorry. It’s the, uh...” he glances nervously at Raven then back to me, “...site.”
“Fuck!”
The ‘site’ can only be my warehouse. The place is like a fortress and there are surveillance cameras everywhere. It’s isolated and no one really knows about it. Him coming to get me means someone either found a way in or is trying to get in.Fuck!
He slowly backs away then leaves. I slam the door, frustration taking hold as I turn to Raven. She’s already moved from the position I put her in, looking resigned because she knows I have to leave. Maybe I can be quick. Then again, once I start, I know I won’t be able to stop.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
She sees my indecision and smirks, throwing off the blanket. Turning on her side, she strikes a seductive pose and bites into her lip.Fuck it. Just a little taste.I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed then fall to my knees. I lick my lips in anticipation as I spread her legs. I missed her taste. She grabs a handful of my hair and pushes my face into her soaked pussy. I slide my tongue between her lips, licking up as much of her juices as I can. She moans, pulling hard on my hair.
“Fuck, woman. You taste amazing.”
I swear I could eat her for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and everything in between. Why did I start this? It’s only that much harder to leave now. She yelps as I bite down gently on her clit. I pull away and reluctantly get to my feet.
“I gotta go, doll.”
“Seriously?” she asks in wide-eyed incredulity. “You’re going to get me started and leave?”
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.Don’ttouch yourself.”
“Why the fuck not?”
I lean over her, my face inches from hers. “It’s been a week since I made you come, Raven. The next orgasm you have, my dick will be buried inside that tight pussy of yours. Got it?”
She swallows hard and nods. “Got it.”
“Good. Be in this bed when I get back.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She gives me attitude, rolling her eyes.
I drag my clothes back on and give her a quick kiss before I leave. I can’t wait to come back and finish what I started.
***Raven***
As soon as he walks out the door, I reach between my legs and start rubbing my clit. He’s crazy if he thinks he’s going to leave me hanging. Maybe it’s payback for all the times he ended up with blue balls. I snicker at the thought. I wonder if he jacked off on those nights.Ugh!I stop touching myself and put my panties and top on. The man has ruined masturbation for me. Now that I know what the real thing is like, it just doesn’t feel the same.
I grab my sketch pad and colored pencils, and then climb back into bed. As I try to choose a color, I realize I haven’t used them since he got them for me. Everything I’ve drawn since then has been so…dark. Despite that, I reach for the black. I know I’m going to draw Gage, and you can’t draw the Reaper without black, right? This time, though, I also grab a few shades of blue to make sure I get the color of his eyes right. No more red eyes.
I put my MP3 player on shuffle, and let my fingers glide over the blank sheet before I start. I rarely plan what to draw; I just clear my mind and let my hands roam free. By the time I’m done, I have a portrait of us – as the Grim Reaper and Lady Death. Instead of a cape, I have wings. I’m standing before him in a very Superman-esque pose, wings spread. The arm holding his scythe is draped over my shoulder and we’re both wearing fierce expressions – not evil, just ones that say we can handle anything thrown at us. I stencil in “Rage” at the top in big, bold letters, surrounded by blue flames. I hold it out in front of me to get a better look and decide I’m definitely framing it. I think I’ll hang it above our bed. In the house. I hope he was serious because Icannotwait to move.
I put away my sketch pad and fall back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I’m bored now.What the hell am I supposed to do?Grabbing my phone, I decide to see what Chrissy’s doing.
R: What are u up 2?
C: Nothing! Bored!
R: Me, too!
C: Let’s do something.
R: K. What?
