Page 6 of The Bones We Break
“Yes, yes I want your fingers in me, please.” She practically begs me. My wicked smirk tips to the left, relishing in how easy she is to manipulate, to mold and break, because she will break for me.
I give her no warning as my fingers push through her opening causing her to yelp. I immediately cover her mouth with my hand to silence the sound, feeling her pant like a dog in heat beneath my touch. Her rapid breaths fire out of her nostrils from my intrusion. The walls of her vagina are meaty and squishy, almost like the inside of one’s mouth, the tightness suffocates my digits.Fuck. My cock is going to feel incredible in her pussy. Sliding my fingers out, but not fully I feel her sopping juices trail down to my knuckles. A grim thought passes across my brain that causes me to smile. I wonder how she would feel knowing that only a couple of hours prior, I choked a woman to death with my cock. That my hands have caused pain, torment, and misery. I start to pick up rhythm, finger fucking her until she starts to convulse, her legs shake and I use my hand that was muffling her sounds to hold her upright.
“I think.. I think I’m coming! Oh god, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Annabelle moans into the air, pulling her plump bottom lip in between her teeth causing it to turn a flush red colour from the pressure of her bite. Her cunt pulses around my fingers, but I don’t let up the rapid pace and drag out her orgasm until shebegs me to stop.
“Please! Please, I can’t take it anymore, it’s too much!” She cries out and I pull my fingers out of her sopping cunt, leaving it gaping. Her breaths start to slow as she comes back down to earth, her hands find my arms to stabilise herself, then she starts to spin on her heels to face me. Before she even has the chance to take a glimpse at my face, I’m gone. Leaving her a soaking wet mess on the dance floor.
Like a phantom, I weave my way through the pack of bodies, going completely unnoticed until I spot Nico where I left him in the private booth, noticing two more glasses of whiskey have been added to our table. I grab the crystal glass by the rim and take a seat again in the wing-back chair, chugging a huge gulp of the fiery beverage. It burns deliciously. Nico pipes up at the side of me, nursing his second drink.
“The restroom is clean boss, like it never happened.” I regard him with my glass, my eyes scanning over the room to see where Annabelle disappeared too. Will she spill her guts to her best friend? Tell her that a stranger made her cum with his fingers in front of a mass of people? Or will I be her dirty little secret. Nico speaks again, breaking me out of my daze.
“Is the debt secured?” He questions, wanting to make sure everything is going as planned. I don’t face him, but I answer the question regardless, knowing in just a few months time Annabelle will be mine. She will fall in love with me. She will be my wife. And I will insert myself into her life at every possible chance I get. I’ve claimed her now and there’s no going back. I’m a cruel bastard, and I can’t wait to see how pretty she will be when she breaks for me.
“Debt is secured.” I answer. “I’ll also be paying a visit to my future mother and father in-law.”
The mysterious stranger disappeared, almost like he was never really there, yet the pulsing in my core tells me otherwise.
“Shit, I need to find Ellie.” Cursing to myself, my fuzzy vision scans the packed room to see if I can spot her flame hair. I manage to locate her in the far corner of the room sitting at one of the tables with Jake and I set off in her direction, attempting to wrangle my way through the crowd, apologising continuously for bumping into people.
“Ana! Where have you been?! I’ve been worried. One moment we were dancing, and then you were gone?” Ellie’s panicked tone hits me straight in the chest like a sharp arrow. I try to get my story straight before giving her an answer. I feel the guilt tear at me for not wanting to give her the full truth, but I know she’ll have questions, questions I don’t even have the answers to.
“I went to the bathroom. I didn’t eat much today, so those cocktails really hit me, but I’m fine. I’m sorry for making you worry.” She ponders on my fabricated story, but doesn’t question the answer I’ve given her. I need time to think about what happened between me and the mystery figure. How he made me feel, how I let a complete stranger touch me in frontof a crowded dance floor, no less. Taking a seat next to Ellie on the leather booths, the cold sensation is a welcoming gesture to my heated skin, but I can’t stop my eyes from scanning my surroundings for the mysterious phantom, what would I even be looking for? I never saw his face. I just inhaled his rich cologne of cedar and bergamot, the rough baritone of his voice and his skilled fingers. I’m brought back to the present when Jake slides an ice cold glass of water in front of me.
“Thanks, this place is incredible by the way. You’ve really smashed it out of the park.” I say, seeing Ellie beside me, bursting with pride. My mouth tips up to match her smile. It’s infectious.
“Cheers. I’m glad you guys are having a good time. The design element was all Ellie! She’s perfect.” Jake brings Ellie in to his side and places a tender kiss on her temple, his eyes shining with pure love.
I can’t help but feel a pang of sadness. I’ve been single my whole life and I’m starting to think that there’s something wrong with me. Maybe I’m just not enough for anyone? Or maybe I’m too out there. Too loud sometimes. Too big. Just.. too much. I bat away my sad thoughts, trying not to let them spoil my night and take a big gulp of ice water, instantly feeling a bit more refreshed.
“I think I’m gonna head home guys, I’m super tired and I can already feel an impending hangover coming my way.”
“Are you going to be okay getting home by yourself? We can come with you.” Ellie’s offer is sweet, but I don’t want to ruin their night, plus the way Jake’s eyes are travelling over her has me thinking I need to depart ASAP.
“I’ll grab an Uber, it’s no problem! I’ll send you a text once I’m home?” I say to Ellie, pulling her into a firm hug.
“Only if you’re sure? But yes, please let me know when you get home safe.” She kisses my cheek and releases me from the embrace. I nod once, saying goodbye to Jake and making my way through the club to the crisp, fresh air outside, filling my lungs to capacity with oxygen.
My ride arrives a couple of minutes later and I quickly climb into the back seat to escape the cold.
“Annabelle Murphy?” The driver questions.
“That’s me.” I reply tiredly, feeling more than ready to head home. The driver pulls away from the curb, the gentle rocking sensation of the car is enough to send me to sleep. My head rolls side to side on the headrest of the seat, my eyelids becoming heavy.
Before I know it, the Uber is pulling up in front of my apartment building. I manage to keep my eyes open long enough to thank him and climb out of the car, then close the door softly behind me. Hearing the car pull away, I carefully make my way across the grassy path whilst intoxicated, in killer heels, towards the steps of the main door. My hand just reaches the metal handle as I feel a strange sensation run across my skin, the fine hairs along my arm standing to attention. Almost like someone is watching me. Spinning on my heels, I scan the area to see if anyone stands out of place, but the street is quiet, not a single sound except for a street light that’s flickering on and off. I shake my head and brush away the unease that I’m feeling. I’m definitely very drunk. That’s the only explanation, right?
Moving forward, I open the glass door, and walk up the two flights of stairs, my feet screaming at me from the pain of my heels. Seeing my door come into view is like seeing the pearly gates of heaven. Digging around in my clutch for my keys, I unlock the faded wooden door, then close it behind me. Placingmy palm on the wall beside me, I lift my leg to unfasten the heel, before kicking it off and doing the same with the opposite foot. I moan from the release, my feet automatically thanking me as I flex my toes into the carpet. I heavily drag my tired limbs across the floor, down the hallway, and into the bedroom before shoving my hand into my clutch to locate my phone. Somehow, I managed to send Ellie a quick text through my spinning vision to let her know that I’m home. I don’t bother to wait for her reply before I’m falling face first into the plush bed, the arms of sleep taking me under instantly.
Three days later
“Annabelle, can you come into my office please?” Mr. Franklin’s voice crackles through the phone that’s sitting on my desk and I quickly press the button down to reply.
“Yes sir, I’m on my way.” Sliding the notebook and a pen from my desk, I start towards my boss’s office. My heels clicking along the polished floors. I bring my knuckles to the matte black double doors and knock twice before entering the office.
“You needed me sir?” I ask with a polite smile on my face. Mr. Franklin’s office is everything you’d expect it to be. Glass panels frame the entire room giving him a full, panoramic view of the city. Rich, dark hardwood lining the floors. A huge desk that could seat a family of 10 sits right in front of the windows along with a black leather swivel chair with a high back and arm rests. The rest of the walls are painted a cold grey, adorned with awards and certificates, clearly wanting you to notice his achievements. It’s soulless and empty. Very fitting for Mr. Franklin.
“Yes, take a seat.” My boss doesn’t rise from his seat, but gestures to the brown matching chairs in front of the desk. Walking over to them, I take a seat in front of the desk before crossing one leg over the other then rest my heavy notebook andpen on my knee, clasping my hands together in a tight grip.
“We have a very important client working with us. I want you to work closely with him, anything he needs, you do it. I want no fuck ups. Agreed?” His tone serious, knowing if I do fuck up it’ll be my head that’s served up on a silver platter. I nod my head quickly, making a few notes. The ball point pen, scraping across the paper.
