Six: Satiated

SCARLETT

As the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, I slowly blinked my eyes open, grogginess clinging to my senses like a heavy fog. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I found myself disoriented, trying to piece together the fragments of the night before.

What the hell happened? Where am I?

My gaze swept across the room, taking in the familiar surroundings that seemed somehow foreign in the dim light of morning. And then, as if a switch had been flipped, the memories came flooding back, crashing over me like a tidal wave.

Me being tied to the bed, blind-folded and spread out like a whore.

The masked stranger's touch.

His lips on my skin.

His tongue lapping at my core and drawing out a mind-blowing orgasm from me, over and over again till I passed out.

Fuck!

An intense sensations sent shivers down my spine, and a rush of exhilaration mingled with a tinge of embarrassment.

Turning my head slightly, I realized I was no longer bound to the bedpost. Then, I looked down, and a gasp escaped my lips as I realized I was still completely naked, the sheets tangled around my legs in a haphazard mess.

My eyes widened as panic surged through me. I frantically scanned the room, searching for any sign of him.

But there was no one, only the empty space beside me. I felt a pang of disappointment, mixed with a strange sense of relief, as I realized that he was gone, leaving behind nothing but the echo of his touch on my skin.

As I struggled to untangle myself from the sheets, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror, and a blush crept across my cheeks as I took in the disheveled state of my appearance.

My hair was a tangled mess, my skin flushed with the remnants of passion, and I couldn’t help but feel exposed under the harsh light of day.

But beneath the embarrassment, there was something else, something primal and exhilarating that pulsed through my veins like a drug.

Images flashed before my eyes - the feel of his hands exploring my body with fierceness and also an hint of gentleness, the warmth of his breath against my skin, his lips on my intimate bits and how he ate me out with primal hunger, leaving me breathless, sated and wanting more.

I shuddered involuntarily at that, excitement pulsating through my veins and my pussy tingling with need.

“Get a grip, Scarlett!” I chidded myself, knowing that I was supposed to feel utter embarrassment instead of excitement.

But I couldn’t help it.

Shaking off the lingering traces of sleep, I pushed myself out of bed, the cool floor beneath my feet grounding me in the present moment. With quick steps, I moved through the room, to the table where my clothes were folded, along with a bottle of water and journal.

My Journal.

He left it. I thought to myself, trying to understand what that meant.

Who was he?

—

I tiptoed into the cozy apartment I shared with my roommates and friends, Aurora and Maeve through the kitchen door, hoping to slip past without alerting them.

But a throat-clearing caused me to freeze in my tracks, the soft glow of the living room lights illuminating the hallway. Aurora and Maeve were seated on the plush couch, their expressions a mix of concern and frustration as they watched me with narrowed eyes.

“Scarlett, where the fuck have you been all night?” Aurora’s voice carried a hint of worry, her piercing blue eyes gleaming with a hint of annoyance.

I swallowed hard, feeling a surge of panic rise in my chest as I tried to come up with a plausible excuse.

“Uh, I was just at the library, you know, studying.” I settled for that excuse, trying to feign nonchalance.

“But you didn’t text to let us know you were okay. We were worried sick!” Maeve’s hazel eyes narrowed in suspicion, her fiery red hair framing her freckled face as she leaned forward.

“Plus, why would you be sneaking into the house if you went to the library?” Aurora’s skepticism lingered, her eyes scanning me suspiciously. “What’s really going on?”

I cursed under my breath, scrambling to come up with a convincing lie. “I… I thought you guys were asleep. I didn’t want to wake you up by coming in.”

She rolled her eyes back at me, but I could tell that she wasn’t buying any of my lies. I bit my lip, feeling a pang of guilt at causing my friends unnecessary worry and still lying to their faces.

But what choice did I have? I definitely can’t tell them I lost my journal and a stranger found it and blackmailed me into living out one of the dirty fantasies I wrote in it.

I’m embarrassed as it is.

“I’m sorry,” I said instead. “I should have let you know. But really, everything’s fine. I promise.” I assured them.

“I was so damn worried about you.” Aurora stated. “I almost called Aiden, you know?”

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of my brother’s name, dread creeping into my mind. “You what?!” I exclaimed, panic rising in my voice. “You didn’t actually call him, did you?”

Aurora rolled her eyes, shaking her head in exasperation.

“No, of course not,” she replied, annoyance evident in her tone. “But trust me, if I had, Aiden would have turned the entire campus upside down just to find you.”

Relief flooded through me as I sank back into the couch, my tense muscles finally relaxing.

“Oh, thank god,” I breathed, gratitude coloring my voice. “I really don’t need him freaking out over nothing.”

Maeve let out a sigh, her expressive features softening with understanding. “Well, I’m glad you are okay.”

“Thanks, Maeve. I appreciate it.” I nodded gratefully, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “I should go get some rest.”

With that, I turned and hurried to my room.

As I collapsed onto my bed, the events of the night swirling in my mind like a whirlpool of excitement and exhilaration. All I could think about was the stranger from the night before, his touch still lingering on my skin like a forbidden memory.

And against my better judgment, I couldn’t help but feel a pull toward him, a dangerous desire that threatened to consume me whole.