Possessed - Part Two (2 page)

Later that evening…

Stephanie and I got wasted. After shopping, we paid a visit to a few bars and let me tell you, the fine pieces of man-meat I found there surely had me distracted in the nicest of ways. Too bad none of them wanted to take me home. I’m sure I hung on their lips, sometimes quite literally, but I don’t think they liked the smell of liquor. Oh well.

As I drop down on the bed, sighing, trying to ignore the zinging thrill running through my veins because of all the alcohol, I think about how much I want cock right now. There, I said it. And not just any cock, although any could suffice, but I’m sure I would be thinking of someone else’s cock if I was fucking someone right now. And that someone would always be Leo.

Goddammit.

I roll myself over my bed, giggling when half of my body flops to the floor. My balance is lost now that I’m so drunk I can barely control my muscles. I don’t even care that I’m still thinking about Leo, despite my best attempts to get over him as quickly as possible. I thought any man would do to fill the void, but guess what? My vagina has a mind of its own. And it wants some right now.

Luckily, there is one last remedy to my problem.

I pick up my phone and turn it back on again. About ten missed calls from none other than Leo King. Frowning, I’m contemplating whether or not to even return his calls. He doesn’t deserve it, hell no, but the fact alone that he attempted to reach me multiple times shows he cares. Or he’s terrified that I’ll go public with this.

I smirk to myself. Yeah, that would ruin him completely. And me. Do I care? I’m not sure.

All I care about right now is my hunger for pleasure. I guess alcohol has this unwanted effect on me. I should’ve remembered that before I started drinking with Stephanie in the first place. God, that girl removes all my natural reservations and together we crash and burn. But it’s fucking fun to do, though.

I should do what she said. Ignore him completely.

Yes. And contact Mr. Awesome. Because I really need
his
cock right now.

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FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

Hey.

Was wondering if you had some time on your hands?

Because otherwise I’d like to have you in my hands.

Like, right now.

Xx

S.

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FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

Hey …

Quite direct today, are we?

Are you that eager to play?

A.

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FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

Yes, well, since you left me hanging yesterday, I figured I’d take this into my own hands.

Quite literally.

I want something in my hands right now … ugh.

Xx

S.

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FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

I’m sorry I left you hanging. Something came up business wise that I couldn’t ignore. My sincere apologies. I will most certainly make up for it, although you should never expect such a thing. I will offer you my playtime now, for both our enjoyments, only because that is my choice. And also because you so obviously seem to need it.

Before we start, I want to ask you: is there anything we should talk about? You seem to be acting rather disorderly.

A.

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FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

Nothing to talk about, since my boss means nothing, so nothing’s bothering me. I just had a few drinks and want some fun. Can you give it to me?

Xx

S.

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FROM: [email protected]

TO: [email protected]

Nothing’s changed then, I see. Whether that’s good or not I’ll leave up to you. I will not tell you what to do with your private life. I will only tell you what to do with that pussy of yours. I’m definitely up for some fun.

Come on the app.

A.

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I immediately close the email to open the app and wait for him to come online.

Mr. Awesome: Take a picture of your tits and send it to me.

S: All right, Sir. Hold on a second.

I whip out the camera and hold it in front of me while I pull up my top and shove down my bra. Flipping out my boobs, I take a couple of pictures until I find the perfect one to send to him.

Mr. Awesome: Thank you. Your tits look magnificent. I bet you imagine me tugging them until you moan.

S: Oh, God yes, Sir.

Mr. Awesome: You will appreciate what I’m going to do to them now then.

S: What then, if I may ask?

Mr. Awesome: You may, but I won’t answer. You’ll just have to see.

For a second, it crosses my mind that he might actually send that picture all over the internet. He wouldn’t … right? I mean, he doesn’t feel like the type to do that. Plus, it’s not like anyone can see my face, so nobody knows it’s me. That, and I’m too tipsy to care.

Mr. Awesome: I want you to take that dildo you have and smear some lube over it. Ride it. Prep yourself with your fingers too, Princess. You cannot come until I say you can.

S: Yes, Sir.

Smiling like a lunatic, I fetch my dildo and lube and rub it and myself. It feels so good to give some much-needed attention to myself and not to anyone else. I’m not thinking about anyone else but me right now. Nope. Just me. No Leo.

Dammit.

S: Having a hard time picturing something sexy while doing this, Sir. I want to enjoy myself, but my brain keeps distracting me.

Mr. Awesome: Turn it off then. I will give you a picture you’ll remember.

I check the picture he just sent me and, oh boy, is it hot. His cock in all its glory, held by his hand, and right underneath it is my picture. My boobs. Right on his desk. Holy shit.

Mr. Awesome: I’m going to enjoy myself all over your tits. Want more, Princess?

S: Yes, please.

Mr. Awesome: Use the dildo first. Send me a picture of your filled pussy. Then I might.

I do what he asks, circling my entrance with the dildo before pushing in. I’m already wet and willing, and it feels so good to have it inside me, even if I wish it was a cock instead. This will have to make do.

I start pleasuring myself, which makes snapping a photo all the more difficult but fun at the same time. I love this time with Mr. Awesome. It’s so thrilling to do it with a stranger. Plus, it takes my mind off … other things.

Shaking my head, I push away the thought of ‘other things’ and focus on the task at hand. I’m getting quite flustered, especially at the thought of what Mr. Awesome is doing to my picture right now. I quickly send my pictures to him, hoping he’ll send something back.

Mr. Awesome: Your pussy looks so good. I can imagine burying myself deep inside you.

S: Me too, Sir.

Mr. Awesome: Would you like that, Princess?

S: Yes, Sir, but you know that won’t happen. You don’t want this to be more than anonymous sex.

Mr. Awesome: Right.

It’s quiet for a while, but then suddenly I get a message. What he sends blows my mind. It’s a movie clip of his cock, and when I press play, I get so turned on I almost explode right away. He’s blowing his load all over my tits.

Mr. Awesome: Coming all over your tits felt good. I hope you enjoyed watching that.

S: Oh, my God, that was hot.

Mr. Awesome: Good. Now I want you to come while watching it.

S: Yes, Sir!

It doesn’t take me long, nor is it hard. All I have to do is visualize his body, his physique, him coming all over me instead of a picture of my tits, and I’m done for. I come apart and drop down on the bed, pulling the dildo out of me. For a few minutes, I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, letting the silence sink in.

I should feel happy because endorphins are flooding my body, but I’m not. This feels wrong. Bad, even. Like I’m not supposed to enjoy this. I hate being alone.

I get up and clean the dildo then text Mr. Awesome.

S: It felt good for me, too.

Mr. Awesome: Did you do as I told you?

S: Yes, Sir. I came because of you.

Mr. Awesome: What do we say then?

S: Thank you, Sir.

Mr. Awesome: Good. Is there anything else you want to do or talk about?

S: Well, that’s unlike you, Sir.

Mr. Awesome: You’re correct, but in this case I have something to make up, so I am free to talk if you wish.

I sigh and mull around before making a decision.

S: No, I’m fine. Thank you.

Mr. Awesome: All right. We’ll speak again soon.

S: Yes, Sir. Thank you again.

Mr. Awesome: My pleasure. Literally.

I smile then put my phone away. Even though I am in the mood to talk to someone, I don’t want it to be him. I barely know him. He can’t console me. He can’t hold me and comfort me. He can’t take me out for a drink or come dance with me in a pub. Well, he can, but he won’t because of the rules …

Guess I’ll have to think about this later, when I’m sober.

***

The next morning…

I get up from bed with a hangover and some coffee, and I grab my laptop. Then I start typing away about my experience with Leo King. The words flow out like a river, and I feel unstoppable. Invincible even. Just penning down how horrible he is makes me grin because I love being an evil bitch for once. Besides, it’s not like anyone will see this.

Yet.

Suddenly, my doorbell rings, and I’m pulled from my thoughts. I check the time, which somehow flew by. Looking at myself in the mirror, I pat down my hair and clothes until I look presentable. I double check if I really put the dildo away last night before opening the front door.

The face that appears behind it makes me scream out loud.

“Wow, I must look like a grizzly bear to you.”

I almost have a heart attack right there and then.

“Leo?” I gasp.

Leo’s raised eyebrows and plastered on smile immediately make me growl.

“What in the hell are you doing here?” I say. How did he get back from his parents so quickly? Did he follow me home? “Never mind, I don’t even want to know. Bye.”

I attempt to close the door, but he places his foot between the door and frame.

“Wait; I’m not here to be a bother.”

“Well, you
are
,” I snarl, trying to shove the door in his face. However, he’s quite persistent, holding on to the wood. “Let go of my door, Leo.”

“I know you don’t want to listen to me, but you have to know that I’m sorry. It’s all one big mistake.”

“Yeah, tell that to the woman who told me she’s your real wife. How many do you have? Five? Do you tell all of them they’re just faking it?” I make a face when he laughs.

“No, it’s not at all like that. She is my wife, yes, but only on paper,” he says.

“Oh, so you collect them like trophies? Is that it?” I wince.

“No, stop putting words into my mouth.” He sighs. “I’m sorry. I’m an asshole, I know.”

“Damn right you are. Now, tell me why you’re here because I’m really not in the mood to talk.”

He chuckles. “Damn, you’re so feisty.”

I sigh out loud. “Leo…”

“What?” He leans in. “I like it.”

“And you think that I give a shit right now? Smooth talking won’t get you out of this mess, mister.”

“No … but you should know that I
do
give a shit. I give
a lot
of shit. And I’ll try to smooth talk my way out of anything; you know me.” He smiles so seductively with his eyes half-mast, eyeing me up like he wants a piece of this ass. Well, he ain’t getting any.

“I know, which is why I won’t let you use me for your own pleasure again.”

“What?” Now he’s the one making the face. “You really think I …?”

“You used me,” I reiterate, getting up in his face. “Which makes you an even bigger asshole than I could’ve fathomed.”

“Hmpf.” He steps back. “If that’s how you think of me.” His voice is laced with regret, although I’m not sure if it’s because of what he’s done to me, or that he got caught.

“I came to apologize, but you don’t seem to want to talk to me, which is okay. I understand.” He rummages in the pocket of his coat and takes out a check. “I wanted to give you this.”

I frown as he hands it over to me. “What’s this?”

“For the expenses. Traveling back must’ve cost you.”

I look at the paper which says about a thousand dollars. Jesus Christ.

“I can’t take this,” I say, pushing it back into his hand.

“You have to. I’m not letting you pay for your flight back home. That was on me,” he says, refusing to take back the check.

I sigh, swallowing away the lump in my throat. Then I tuck the paper in my pocket. Leo’s already turned around and is walking down the path. I feel like I should say something, even though I hate him so much right now. Some part of me also wants to believe in the good part of him … even if I can hardly see it right now.

“Thank you,” is all I can muster up.

He waves back at me, and then steps into his car, throwing me a final glance before driving off.

Why do I feel so wrong about this?