Page 48 of Sparks of Insanity
“Andthat’swhy we’re sleeping in separate fucking beds, Em.”
Ethan
I MIGHT HAVE BEEN forced to stay here, locked in with the most beautiful fucking woman I’d ever known, but she was also the woman I forced myself inside, while she sobbed and begged me to stop. For that reason, I planned to keep her at arm’s length the entire time we were here. Eventually she’d get the message that she would be safer away from me, and they’d let me go.
We retired to the rooms we’d selected, and although I couldn’t find a key for the door of my room, I figured she’d stay put and away from me, because I’d just scared the hell out of her again. I had to do it, but damn, what I really missed was the camaraderie we’d shared, when we worked on her projects together.
Student and teacher, that dynamic had worked well for us, and it had been some of the best times of my life, definitely someof my best work. Figuring out how to tap into a student’s mind and their creativity, and how to unlock their learning potential, was something I prided myself on. Letting her stretch her artistic muscles in class just allowed her to clear her head, and focus more, and she’d passed her exams, so clearly I’d done something right.
Ember writhed beneath me, her body still mostly asleep, while I forced my cock deep inside her. Her eyes popped open, and I trapped her gasp with a hand over her mouth. She started to fight me, but I easily overpowered her, pinning her beneath me, as I forced her to take every brutal thrust of my cock deep inside her.
Tears pooled in those beautiful blue eyes, dripping down her face, as she kept struggling against my firm grip.
“Your tears don’t shame me, Em. I want your sweet little pussy, so just shut up and take it. You belong to me now, and I get to fuck you whenever and however I want.”
She sobbed beneath my hand, and finally I moved, letting her speak.
“I hate you! I hate you, stop hurting me, please!” I locked both hands around her throat and started to tighten my grip, watching her as she realised she couldn’t get air, and I wasn’t going to free her. Her hands clawed desperately at mine, her face darkening to red, as lack of oxygen started to kill her.
I shot up in the bed, sweat dripping from my bare skin as I gasped for breath, like I’d been the one choking, rather than the monster killing her as I fucked her.
Jesus. That was horrific. I threw the covers back and swung my legs around to get up, and the fact that my dick was rock hard, and weeping, just disgusted me even more. Why the fuck was I hard?
I lifted my hands and stared at my palms. These hands were killing her, just to shut her up. I turned them, checking the backs for scratches, because that dream had been so fucking real. What if I really did hurt her? What if I killed her, and returned to my bed like nothing had happened? Was I so fucking far off the beaten path that I’d turn to murder?
Fuck. I got up and practically staggered on trembling legs, opening my door and stepping into the hallway, cool wood against my feet sobering me a little more. Giving me a semblance of clarity. I had to check on her. I had to make sure I hadn’t hurt her.
I listened outside her door for long moments, but the rushing sound in my ears made it impossible to hear if she was even alive in there. I carefully opened the door, peering into the darkness, like I’d be able to see her.
My feet led me to her bed, without any conscious thought or decision making, and yet she was so silent, the covers thrown back from her bare skin. She was naked. She wouldn’t sleep naked, not around me. I must have done this to her. The lump in my throat was choking me now, the panic and dread rising in me, because if I’d hurt her, I’d never forgive myself. I’d kill myself before I’d let myself live another moment in a world without her alive in it.
I rested a knee on the bed, leaning closer to try and catch a sound from her, a breath, anything, to know that she was living, and I hadn’t done what the dream had shown me.
Ember suddenly screamed loudly, lurching away from me, and scaring the living shit out of me, before we both fell silent, eachof us with a hand on our chests as we gulped in air.She’s alive. I didn’t fucking kill her!
“What are you doing, Ethan? Were you trying to do something to me?”
I shook my head, hoping she could see the movement in the darkness. My eyes were adjusting to it, but even so, it was too dark for this conversation. I reached for the lamp by her bed, flicking the switch, both of us squinting against the sudden brightness.
“Ethan?”
I dropped onto my ass on the bed, rubbing both hands over my face as I groaned.
“Jesus.”
“I need to know what you were doing,” Ember said quietly, sounding as unnerved as I felt.
Her hand suddenly touched my shoulder, and I flinched, my mind still caught in that nightmare, and making me feel even less deserving of her touch than I’ve ever been.
“Ethan?”
“I… I had a bad dream, that’s all. I had to check on you, had to make sure you were okay.”
“By scaring the shit out of me?” Despite everything, I laughed, just once, but it felt alien after so much fucking destruction of my life and my soul.
“Yeah, I guess so. Sorry. I’ll go back to my room.” I stood up and reached for her lamp as she caught my hand again, drawing my attention to her nakedness, and her innocent and fucking sincere face.
“Will you sleep better here with me?” Probably, but I also still have a boner, and I really want it inside her. What if this is how it happens? What if the dream is some kind of portent, and I’m making it come true, by being here right now when she’s naked and vulnerable?
