Page 2 of Black Wave

“Julian.” I grab the cleaning rag to wipe the already sparkling counters. “I didn’t expect to see you today.”He can’t see the truth if he doesn’t look into my eyes.

Fear.

Shame.

Regret.

“Emma.” He pauses just enough to make me hate the sound of my name. “Do I need a reason to see my girlfriend? I just thought I could show you how much you mean to me.”

He moves closer to me, and I step back involuntarily. I look around, but there isn’t anyone around. My shift is almost over, and then we are closed.

“I miss you, Emma. I won’t see you for the rest of the day and I can’t get my fill of you.”

I move back out of sight from the people passing along the sidewalk, peering in through the windows. I turn to walk away, headed for the back hallway, but he moves quicker and always seems one step ahead. I feel a push at my back as he directs me to the supply room. I enter through the doorway and hear the click of the door closing behind me, but I don’t turn around. I stand there frozen. He steps closer to me, and I feel the hard outline of his erection pressing into my back.

“Emma, you didn’t think I would forget your birthday, did you?” His words are whispered in my ear, and then I feel his tongue lick from my ear down to my mouth.

I attempt a weak reply. “Julian, you don’t have to plan anything. I know you are swamped today and have a business meeting later.”

I would try anything to stop his attempt at whatever he wants to do to me now. I only hear his zipper being pulled down as a reply. He turns my head around midway to gain access to my mouth. He kisses me forcefully, biting my lip when I deny him entry into my mouth, drawing blood. He sucks my bottom lip and drives his tongue in. I hear him growl in frustration at the complexity of my multi-buttoned pants. Finally, he unbuttonsthem and forces them down my legs along with my panties. They pool at my ankles, restricting my movement.

He moves us forward by the shelves and pushes my head down to rest on one as he pushes himself inside me. He sets a punishing pace. He palms my breast greedily as I try to move slightly to steady myself.

“Guess what, Emma?” He slows his pace as he speaks softly into my ear.

I don’t bother answering because he doesn’t actually want me to. This is just a powerplay for him, allowing me to think I have any say in this.

“I’m going to let you come today because it’s your birthday. How does that sound, love?”

“Oh god,” is all I get out because, even though I don’t love him, my traitorous body reacts to his commands, even the ones I want to control the most.

He reaches his hand around and rubs my clit in circles, gathering the moisture that is instinctually collecting from his languid assault on my body.I can’t believe I used to enjoy this with him. When did he change?He pulls out almost all the way and slams back in, causing a wave of pleasure that shoots through my abdomen.

“No, no, no,” I chant, and I can’t help the orgasm that is starting to build from his ministrations.

He pinches my clit and thrusts in over and over until I am a quivering mess. As quickly as the orgasm comes, I am jerked around and simultaneously pushed onto the tiled floor.

“Open,” is the only thing Julian says as he forces his cock down my throat. He fists my hair and fucks my mouth until I gag. I can tell when he is close to coming because his breathing has picked up. He forces his cock so far down my throat that I think I will puke. I don’t have to endure this much longer as he comes shortly after, holding me to him. I feel it, but I don’t tastehis release until he pulls it out, along with the saliva dripping down my chin. I gasp for air and look up at him through blurry eyes.

He grabs my chin and holds my stare. “Happy Birthday, Emma. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

With that, he walks away, and I hear the door chiming, letting me know he has left. I pick myself up like always, vowing that tomorrow will be different. Maybe one day, I’ll get away from him. I can’t let this continue. I make my way to the employee bathroom and clean up. When I look more presentable, I return to the cafe entrance and see my sister sitting on one of the chairs, waiting for me. I stop in my tracks, immediately self-conscious of my appearance.

“Hey, Evie. I’m just finishing up here. We can leave in a minute.” I flip the open sign on the door to closed, and as I walk back, I grab my stuff from the back.

Evie stops me and pulls me into a hug. “I saw Julian leave as I was coming in. He had a smug look, and I knew he had won something. Are you okay?”

I return the hug, trying to convey to her all the emotions I am feeling with just my body language. “I love you, Evie. I’ll be okay.”Lie.It isn’t the truth, but what else can I say?

She pulls back from our embrace and holds me at arm’s length, looking into my eyes. “You know that you can tell me anything, Emma, right? I’ll be here to listen and help you with whatever you need. We can figure it out together. You are not alone.”

I nod in acknowledgment and release her. “Let me grab my purse, and let’s get out of here, shall we?”

Moments later, Evie and I walk arm-in-arm down the sidewalk. “So, you aren’t going to give me a hint about the appointment you booked for us today?” I say jokingly because I am almost sure that we are having matching tattoos inkedtoday. We have discussed doing this for years now. Since we got into high school, we thought this was a great way to show our twin bond on the outside too. Even though we have been adults for almost a year now, this is where the real road to adulthood starts: after graduation.

Sure enough, we stop outside of Dark Tide Tattoo Studio. “I knew it!” I shout while jumping up and down, holding onto Evie’s arm. “I knew we were getting tattoos today.”

Evie chuckles. “Yeah, you guessed it. Was I that obvious?”

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