Page 22 of Mara
Her body took every bit of my punishment, and her stupid rat never interrupted again. My balls tightened, and the heat in my body intensified. I was going to fill this bitch so full she’d be leaking my come for days until I replenished each drop she dared to lose.
“I have plans for you, Mara.” My cock jerked with my release. “I will give you so much, Little Reaper. Just be my good fucking whore to earn it. I will breed you. Put a baby in your womb. I will make every part of your soul mine. And then one day, I will take it all away.”
Iwoke up to my alarm wailing on the floor. It showed a time that couldn’t possibly be right.
“Holy fuck!” I said, getting up too fast and rolling off my bed onto the ground.
Ow, holy fuck, my body hurts like hell.
I looked down at my arms. I had a little bruise in the shape of handprints.
“What the fuck?”
I knew that some of the patients were rough yesterday and grabbed me, but I hadn’t realized that they had left bruises. My legs were bruised too, and my sides. Every fucking inch of me had bruises on it. I stared in disbelief at my vanity mirror, turning to see all the discolored marks on my tan skin.
Did I go for a late-night snack and fall down the fucking stairs?
I tried to recall what I remembered last, but my memory was a haze.
I remembered bits and pieces of a nightmare. A man chasing me in the woods, only to eventually catch me.
It wasn’t all bad.
It all felt like something straight out of a book. Only, instead of playing out like a dream, it was a terrifying nightmare.
I couldn’t get the images and sounds of Jinx out of my head. His moans. His fucking scent. Even now, I swore I could smell him on me. I sighed, making my way to the bathroom.
Confused as all fucking hell, my eyes widened when a liquid dripped down from my pussy and onto my legs. I furrowed my brows and sat on the toilet.
Was I ovulating or something?
I rarely had discharge, and this was clearish white. A quick check of my app indicated that I was definitely not ovulating.
Great…my body has decided to mess with my cycle again.
My pajamas were not on, and nowhere near my bed.
During my sleepwalking escapades, did I take off my clothes too?
The mystery of my night’s sleep was weighing on me as I followed my mundane wake-up routine. I showered, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. My phone showed a few new messages on the dating app, but I refused to even glance at them. If I saw a new message from the mysterious masked man, I’d likely dream about his face replacing the shadow from my nightmares.
Once downstairs, I glanced around the living room, but Cheese wasn’t curled in his bed.
Okay, why the fuck is nothing normal today?
“Cheese?” I called out, walking around his little cat tower and the small enrichments he enjoyed rolling around with. “Where are you, Goober?”
He didn’t come scampering toward me, and I bit my fingernail.
Where could my baby have gotten to?
“Cheese?” I called again, walking into the kitchen and searching around the island.
My ferret was not in here, and something else was missing too…
The marigold.
“Uh…Cheese? Did you steal my weird flower?”
