“So fucking beautiful when you shatter for me.” He moves his hand and puts it in my face. “Taste yourself, baby. I want you to know what I would kill to hold on to.” Licking his hand, tasting the sweetness from my own body, evidence of what he has done to me is too much but not enough. I want all of it. Him inside of me, making me his.
My eyes stay on his while I do as he commanded. I watch as his pupils dilate and darken before becoming hooded and filled with lust. I have this power over a man who so clearly commands everything and I am sure everyone around him. How is a girl not supposed to get addicted to this? “Fucking stunning.” he pulls his hand away and grabs my head slamming his mouth onto mine. We pass my flavor back and forth between one another while my orgasm runs down my legs, coating them in the need I have for him, hoping he can smell how much I need him. “Fucking love you.” It’s little more than a whisper and I could be hearing things, but I swear that is what he utters before releasing me. “Go get cleaned up beautifully. I have to make a call before we start getting ready.” He kisses me once more before walking out. Turning back he further buries himself inside of my heart. “I cleaned out a couple of drawers for you. Start putting your stuff in it.” He winks at me and continues down the stairs.
I feel like a giddy school girl. I know its nuts. It's been what…a week and he is already making drawer space for me and I am seriously picturing us utilizing the his and hers sink he has. Not overthinking it, I open one of the drawers to put in my undergarments and find a pair of the ones I have been missing already in it. The hairs on my neck begin to prickle. The last time I saw these was a week ago right after I had worn them. Right? I mean I think these are the ones. In truth, I have tons of panties and some look exactly the same. I also suppose it is possible I left these here when I was here last. That’s the only thing that makes sense. I can feel my anxiety rearing its ugly head as all the possible scenarios begin to play out. Lip in my mouth, I try going over everything I know about him and it dawns on me once again, nothing!
I have no idea how long I stand in front of this drawer, holding underwear I am not sure were not stolen from my bedroom, trying to convince myself I am overreacting and that there is a perfectly harmless explanation for it. I am confused now, not sure what to do, but then my heart begins to scream. It’s telling me I am looking for a way out and I need to stop. I shake my head and take a few deep breaths to calm myself. Looking over at the clock, I see it's time to start getting ready. Grabbing some towels out the linen closet, I jump in and out of the shower in record time. This is unusual for me since the shower and baths are my place of zen, but I know even if I don't want to admit it to myself that I didn’t want him joining me. My emotions and thoughts are a bit sensitive right now and I just need a minute.
Dried off and in my strapless bra and panties, I grab my phone and see I have a missed call from my Dad. “Shit.” I decide to call him back right away and get it over with.
“Nova.” my dad says into the phone, his voice panicked and concerned.
“Hey dad. What’s wrong?” My voice is calm, hoping it calms him.
“Where are you?”
“With Loe like I told you.”
“Where does he live, Nova? What do you know about him? We pulled his license plate and it came up as a dummy plate. I want to grab your purse and walk out of there right now.” Oh God. My mind is racing. This is a check mark on one more thing that doesn’t make sense, but, I also know my dad can be ‘extra’ in the words of my mom, and as dumb as it makes me, I am not ready to run from him without hearing an explanation.
“Daddy I am sure there is a plausible explanation for this. I appreciate you looking out for me, but I am a big girl. I will talk to him and get back to you.”
“Nova…”
“I love you. Bye.” I cut him off and hang up. I know I just told him I could handle this, but now, all I want to do is run.