Rage boiled in my veins as I urged the taxi driver to hurry up, my house was on fire. The house I was excited about when I first got it, my sanctuary, I actually felt safe there, how could they...? I sniffed, tears blurred my vision, the telltale sounds of sirens in the distance not only confirmed that it was not a prank, and someone had indeed torched my safe space, it also said help was on it’s way, the house was huge, I was sure some part of it was salvageable. My wet eyes are drawn to my phone screen once again, more and more comments were piling up, the famous girl with a burning house in the distance meme was being recreated, a gasp leaves my mouth as I watch the growing fire. “She wanted to be fucked by a hot fireman, and we provided everything she needs for that, SHE should be thanking us. #notallheroeswearcapes.” I stared at the comment as it garnered likes and reposts, not one person rebuking the author of the tweet for excusing the behaviour. My phone vibrated in my ha
My phone had dinged with a notification, someone was in my car, and since the car was supposed to be parked right where I left it in my garage, in the house where she was supposed to be safe, I broke one of my own rules, no use of phones while on set. I watched the live feed, as her beautiful face came into focus, my pants tighten just from seeing her on the screen, hurriedly, I excuse myself to the bathroom like I did whenever she had tweeted something when I was at work, or any of her movies came out. I hear a groan slip past my lips as I watch her on my screen tucking her lower lip into her mouth.“I hope you aren’t trying to run away Peanut...” I mutter to myself.Disappointment pools in my gut, she was running away, I was the only one feeling all of this, I knew that, but I didn’t think it was bad enough for her to run away from me. I run my hands through my hair, I could not even get furious at her, she was all I dreamt about, her shy smile constantly ran through my mind. I kn
“I absolutely love them.” Abed answers, his sincerity and his words, all of them make my body hum.“Who is that?” Gregory slurred.“Do you think I am disgusting for all of the things I tweeted?” I ask, “No, I think you are brave. Not everyone can share their fetishes with the world as confidently as you have, and I know everyone has some form of depravity in them, I know I do.” “What the fuck are you talking about? Who the fuck are you with?”He was really drunk, Gregory would never curse me out, more so never this aggressively. “Do you like my kinks?”“I love them.”I swallow, my throat dry from how he says this looking directly in my eyes. I could feel the heat pooling in between my legs. “Do you want to do them with me?”“Forever if I can.”“Then bring out the contract, I have to sign it again. This time with full consent.”I take everything in, this time with fresh eyes and the knowledge that I had no home to go back to, the set like cave walls of this house would have to be m
I did not particularly like being called a wuss, but I hated it even more now that it was coming from me, a drunk me, but me nonetheless, it was my subconscious calling me a wuss anyway. My own handwriting mocked me as I stared at the sheet of paper. I could almost see me drunk laughing at sober me, along with the rest of the world. Gregory’s words float back to me. Robot. Fresh clay. No thoughts of my own. I grab a pen and sign on top of my old signature, he watched me with a raised brow,“It was already signed, was there any need to do that?”I eye the piece of paper that held thee fresh signature, and the clause in my own handwriting that mocked me. I ordinarily would not have signed it, seeing as the contract stated a few things I was not sure I was comfortable with, like the fact that it states Abed, the Dom, was in charge of everything that concerned me from henceforth, and that included how I dressed, how I responded to him, how I lived, when I went to bed, everything. And
There is a light knock on my door the next morning, too tired from a restless night’s sleep, I can’t bring myself to open the door for my early morning visitor, instead I stay tucked in, and ask them to come in. The door opens a crack and Abed’s head peeks in, he looks even better in the day light, and looks very much well rested. He flashes me a beautiful smile which momentarily knocks the wind out of me, and definitely knocks the memory of threatening to kill people out of my mind. “Good morning baby girl.” he greets,“May I come in?”Sitting up, my fingers running through my hair, and hope my face looked as fresh as they did in the movies, but of course, then I had make up on. “Sure, of course, and good morning to you too.” I say hurriedly, before clearing my throat as quickly and as noiselessly as possible.He walked inside with a breakfast trolley in front of him, I gasp when my eyes fall on the mountain of different food items in front of me.“Are you trying to feed an army
Turns out I need help as the people of the online community have been saying, since I was willing to overlook-- and explain to myself that the murder was in fact fictional. I made sure to soak longer than necessary in the bath, letting the hot water work through the knots in my shoulders and the worries in my mind. A warm shower was one of the things I was extremely grateful for once I left the orphanage, Sweet home was not the absolute worse but we only had the warmest of baths on our birthdays, and the day you get adopted, or finally age out, so when I aged out, that was my last warm bath, until I was able to afford the kind I preferred, the steaming kind. Dressed in the bathroom, I find myself at loss, I had no clothes of mine here, unless I wanted to repeat the silky gown that I had been wearing for ages. “How could you be so stupid!” I chastise myself as I walk towards what I never thought I would be putting on my body again, only to find a black, button down shirt laid out o
My head swiveled to find the speaker, Margaret, her first proper sentence to me, and the first time my eyes left Abed. “What are you talking about?”She doesn’t look up from her work as she fitted a skirt around my body, her lips thin and pressed together in concentration. “You didn’t know? I suspected it was you running the fan site.” She says again,“Margaret.” Abed says, I didn’t miss the sharp warning in his tone, and neither does she, because her brows furrows and her lips tighten, as if to say, she was not going to say more.“What fan site? What is going on?” I ask everyone, my eyes darting from Margaret, to Fran, and then to Grace, whom I thought, we had a connection of some sort, but not even she would raise her eyes to my mine. Groaning, I give up asking, and fish out my phone instead, as I am putting in the password, Abed’s voice halts me,“Some of your fans, banded together, they created a fan site that sends out a rebate tweet per second, fighting for you online, and a
There was a beat awkward silence from my end after all three of them file out, Grace being the last of them to leave as she made me promise to send her pictures of me in all of the clothes they made, they brought them from their collections and restyled them to my body and my preference, while hoping Abed would chirp in with his preference, he only silently watched. Him on the other hand was picking up their used cups and plates and dumping them in his trolley, without a care in the world, he had already refused my offer to help twice. In his words, “Sit there, look pretty, and give me hard on’s.” He said this with a wink, and ended up giving me the lady boner.I follow behind him as he strolled out with the trolley in front of him, he hummed a song I vaguely recognize. He seemed more relaxed than I had ever seen him, I don’t understand, I know the contract said six months, but aren’t we supposed to start with something? I usually don’t have thoughts like this about a specific person
We ended up fucking all night, I had only read that in books, I had no idea that it could happen in real life, and that it would happen to me. Abed wasn’t tired, neither was I, every time we came it seemed like we craved the other even more. Our bodies sleeked in sweat and mixed with our fluids, we continued to explore each other’s bodies. Naked and tangled in his arms, under the sheets, I realize this was the life I wanted for myself, sleeping next to the man I love, perfectly content. His hands tighten around my waist, I chuckle quietly, he was so adorable. “What are you laughing at?” he says in the most sexy morning voice I had ever heard. It left me shivering. I look at his face and he had a brow raised in question.“Again?”I felt my face redden, and I bury it in the crook of his neck, “I always want you.” I murmur, taking in his scent, it was a mix of various scents, and it was good that I bury my nose there. He picks up my hand, guides it downwards, in between his nak
My new routine was easy, I had breakfast at Big daddy’s, visit some place I had never been, even if I grew up here, I was like a tourist, eager and excited for whatever the new day had to offer in a city as big as this. I had lunch wherever the locals said was good, and it was good, a few people recognized me, and I saw my pictures on the internet at the end of the day, I trained myself to never look at the comments, I was trying to live for me after all. And for dinner, I heated up a portion of Abed’s meals, and that was the highlight of my day, no matter what scenery I had seen earlier, nothing compared to when I sat down alone with the meal he had prepared for me. An ache wrapped around my heart, I was missing him terribly, but I didn’t want to resent him, so I needed the time to heal properly. Joanne often times came over, and tonight, I was also expecting her, I had set out wine I hand picked at the winery I visited earlier today, and two glasses, I had already eaten and sho
My entire body stiffened when her hand grabbed at the elbow of my shirt, I pause in my steps, fighting the urge to turn around and beg to be in her life, knowing fully well I didn’t deserve it. “Can you wait for me? Until I am ready.” she whispers, I could feel all her emotions from just a few words, the hurt, the desperation, the love.Of course I would wait, I waited years to see her, years to tell her I loved her, years to hold her in my arms, waiting would be too much mercy for me. Turning slowly, I find her tear streaked face staring at her feet, her sniffles wracking her entire body. Guilt pushed through my body, with my thumb hooked under her face, gently, I make her face me, her lips quivered as she stared at me. “I will wait, take whatever time you need, I will be waiting.” I tell her honestly as I wiped the tears from her face. She smiles, her eyes brightening and my lungs expelled all the air it had been holding. “No matter how long?”“It doesn’t matter to me, I will b
We end up staying awake most of the night, clinging to each other, talking and laughing about the most useless of things, the world beyond the locked doors of the short let, along with all of our issues could wait, we would face them in the morning, tonight, we were going to pretend we were okay. “I don’t think I can fight the sleep any longer.” I stifle a third yawn in the last two minutes. I would beat up myself for falling asleep now, but my eyelids were heavy, my bones weary from all our activities from earlier. “It’s okay, go to sleep my love.”Even in my sleepy haze I hear him, and it makes me feel good, the words I didn’t realize would mean so much to me, the words I wasn’t sure I would hear again. “Good night my love, I love you.”I feel his lips pressed against my forehead just as I drifted off to sleep, and in my dreams this time, I am at a crossroad, literally. Without opening my eyes, my hands reach out on the bed, expecting to hit the warmth of his body, but the space
We stay like that for a while, him collapsed beside me, breathing hard, my heart worked fast, thumping and slamming furiously, did he say..? did I hear him right? Was I perhaps imagining things? I reach out as subtly as I could, pinching myself, it hurt, I was neither dreaming or imagining things, this was real. The silence pressed around us, it was obvious both of us heard the words, but what if I was the one who uttered them? Shit, shit, shit, I shut my eyes, wondering how I was going to undo it. I had confessed my feelings when I was supposed to see him out, that was how one night stands worked right? “Rachel... I didn’t say it so you could say it back to me.”His voice and words startle me, so he said it then, I had managed to keep my dignity, that was good... wait, he said he loved me? I turn to face him sharply, he was staring at me, his eyes so intense that I have to swallow. “You said that?” My voice comes out as a shocked whisper, he raised a brow in question, then he chuc
Flustered was an understatement of how I was feeling, my legs shook, my nerves jumped in excitement. I was still riding waves of the orgasms that washed over me and the ones that were promised. I realize only now that he stopped because of the constant knocking on the bathroom door, the voices on the other end say something about getting the spare key. Abed’s fingers work expertly as he arranges my skirt back and top back in place, he gives me the smile I have come to realize was reserved for just me as he kissed my forehead and pushed me into a bathroom stall. “Stay here until you hear me leave.” he whispers, his mouth dangerously close to mine, I can only nod, I was afraid I would moan if I tried to speak. Within a minute the door was unlocked and I hear the others speaking to him, but his only response is the sound of his footfall as he walked away. I wait until it is silent before walking out of the stall. My body still buzzing with unspent energy, I needed him like crazy. “Th
With our mouths still locked, our feet moved, one hand around my waist, the other at the back of my head. My body roared to life, pulsing with different kinds of emotions as we kissed. Oh how much I missed this, how much I missed him. My back pressed against a door, and his hand slipped from my waist to lock the door behind us, returning to my waist, his hand slips underneath the short skirt, I shiver against him as his familiar hands squeezed and molded my ass. “Ohhh...” I murmur into his mouth, he groaned slightly in response, his hand tugging my hair backward, his tongue sweeps into my mouth, even with my eyes closed I felt it roll backwards. My hands roam the expanse of his hard back, the familiar ridges under my finger tips, even under his clothes I could feel them, the dip in and out, I longed to feel it directly under my finger tips. My eyes flew open when I felt myself being lifted, my ass hitting the cool sink of the bathroom, I meet his eyes, both of us out of breath,
The lone flower followed me all the way to the clothes store, and I got new clothes for the art museum, I had shot a quick text to Connor, asking him if he was free to meet today, his reply could not have been quicker, he said yes, asked for the time and where he should pick me up from. Smiling to myself as I picked out my clothes, I hoped he was watching, so I put on a performance of a life time, humming and giggling to myself when I look at my phone, like a girl would if she was texting someone she was interested in. By them time I returned home, I had two lone... well, not alone anymore, sunflowers, I tuck them into the vase, locking the doors behind me. I still had time to kill before the time I had agreed to meet him, so I dive into the book I had been reading the other day, and even with the thought that I was alone and there was nobody to peek over my shoulder and see what dirty things I was reading, my cheeks flamed. Those kinds of things that were explicitly described in th
Clutching the flowers tightly, I followed the path the child had shown me, my head swiveling in all directions for a glimpse of him, my feet slamming on the ground as I chased his scent, there was no sight of his car, and definitely no sight of him, the only things I was left with were the sunflowers and his scent that was fast fading. That was yesterday, but I haven’t stopped looking, I had put the flowers in water and placed the vase I had found by the window for the plant to get sunlight, not so that he miraculously turned up here and knew where I was staying by the flowers he had given to me. Going for a quick run to clear my head this morning, I asked myself the big questions, did I miss him? I did, but it doesn’t make what he did hurt any less. My parents I thought would come running when they saw me on the big screen, they never did, even with the news of me being orphan going around like wild fire, they never showed, and to be very honest, I waited with baited breath just as