Over Her Head

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

An Unsatisfying Truth

The laptop was warm against Melanie’s bare thighs as she sat cross-legged on the couch. The living room was dark in the silent apartment, the only light coming from the screen as it came to life before her. She took a long drink of water as she waited for the computer to boot. At some point in the night, shots had been ordered, and she was still feeling the effects of them. The messenger service started automatically. She grinned in the dim computer light when she saw that Jonathan was online. An offline message popped up from him, left while she was still out at the Shillelagh.

mr_jack: I hope that you are having a good time tonight, Melanie. I got your picture and I have to tell you that I have been staring at it for at least two hours now. You are a stunningly beautiful woman, and such a naughty pose for me. I can’t wait to hear all about your night.

She beamed with pride. The picture had accomplished exactly what she had hoped. Before she could type a response to him, he sent her a new message.

mr_jack: Welcome home. A late night for you!

melanie_sought: Yes, it’s way past my bed time. I never stay out this late anymore! How was your night?

mr_jack: It was a work night for me. Being your own boss has its advantages, but you can end up with a real slave driver watching over you, too. How was your night out?

melanie_sought: Utterly disappointing.

mr_jack: I am sorry to hear that. How so?

melanie_sought: Well, first off, the people that I work with are really boring. Second, I was promised a kidnapper in the parking lot afterwards and he never showed up!

mr_jack: You were thinking about that tonight, then. Tell me about it.

Melanie took a long breath as she ran through the events of the night in her mind. The night had begun very similarly to the scene that they had played out together. In the real world version, Rick had played a much bigger role than he had in the scene with Jonathan. She frowned at that memory. Of course, at the end of the night in the story, she had found herself bundled in the trunk of a car on her way to an abandoned church for some severe treatment.

melanie_sought: Thinking of our scene was the only thing that kept the night from being a complete bust. All through the night, I just kept looking around the bar to see if any of the men were taking an unhealthy interest in me. I left a little bit before everyone else and the parking lot was deserted when I went to my car. It was so intense. I was looking everywhere for the religious fanatic that I was just sure was going to jump out at me.

The last part of the message was not entirely true. She had not been looking for some unnamed religious fanatic. She had been looking for Jonathan. The rational part of her mind had known that he would not be there. Even though he had all of the information that he would need to bring her fantasy to life, it was ridiculous to think it would actually happen. But, on some level, the fear and anticipation had been very real to her.

mr_jack: Too many potential witnesses at the Shillelagh, beautiful. It worked as a capture point for the story because the kidnapper was more than a little crazed, the type of person who would take risks. A more cautious and sane abductor would choose to strike somewhere with less risk of accidental discovery.

Melanie smiled at the thought. He was right, of course. And it was not that she had actually been expecting an abduction attempt in the parking lot. There had just been such a delicious build-up throughout the night that it had been disappointing to make it home without incident.

mr_jack: Are you still wearing that delightful outfit from the picture you sent me?

melanie_sought: No, I’m just wearing a pair of panties and a tank top now.

mr_jack: If only I were there to see it in person.

melanie_sought: Your loss, Mr. Cautious Kidnapper. ;) Do you have some time to play now? After my night, I am really worked up and could use some fun.

mr_jack: Sadly, no. I have an early flight in the morning. I stayed up in the hopes of a chance to chat with you, but I need to retire soon. That’s twice I have failed you tonight. I will have to make it up to you.

Melanie sighed, frowning. It was late, she knew, and she was confident that he would have stayed up to play with her if real life was not so demanding. She said good night to him and logged out of the messenger service. Placing the laptop back on the coffee table, she slipped off the couch and padded softly back to her bedroom. She paused at the door.

On her bed, reality was rearing its head in another way. Rick was passed out on his side atop the covers. She took in the sight of his naked body as he lay sprawled there. It was a nice body, she had to admit to herself. And, even in his fairly drunken state, he had been a good lover, though not as firm or controlling as she had hoped. The way that he had grabbed her arm and held her outside the ladies’ room had given her some hope that there might be something to him in that capacity. That moment was what had led her to stop fighting his advances. It was why Rick was now in her bed. The s*x had been good enough, though it had left her with a deep itch that desperately needed to be scratched. Perhaps, she thought, she could fix that.

Melanie’s eyes went to the drawer of her bedside table for a moment. Her handcuffs were tucked away inside that drawer. She wondered how Rick would react to her waking him with her hands in those steel cuffs. She quickly discarded that idea. Even if he reacted well to the enticement, she had no doubt that the story of her waking him that way would quickly make the rounds at work. She would have to be more subtle than that. She closed the drawer.

Melanie slipped out of her panties, stepping from them as she approached the bed. Taking hold of the hem of her tank top in both hands, she lifted it up and over her head, exposing her bare body beneath. She kept the shirt in her hands, twisting it a few times around her wrists as she slipped into the bed next to him. He stirred as her warm body came to rest against his. She snuggled in close to his chest, feeling the soft hair there against her breasts. Reaching upward, she took hold of the brass bars of the bed’s headboard with her hands.

“Please,” she whispered softly into his ear, her hair falling across his cheek. “What are you going to do to me?”

Just saying the words sent a shiver down her spine. If he were conscious enough to hear them, how would she explain away such a strange statement? That concern, though, only added to the excitement of the thoughts that were brewing in her mind.

“Oh God, no,” she moaned, feeling his body begin to move against hers. “You can’t just keep me here like this.”

His arm moved to her side as she lay stretched out on the bed next to him. She felt it glide down across her back, his hand coming to rest on her bottom. She pressed her thigh between his legs gently and felt his c**k respond almost immediately to the contact. He might not be fully awake yet, she realized, but his body knew where this was going.

“Can’t you help me?” she asked softly, her tongue darting out to lightly trace the shape of his ear. “Please?”

“Oh, I can help you,” Rick spoke softly. His voice was groggy, but it oozed with lust. “I can give you exactly what you need.”

He turned onto her, his legs moving between hers as his weight came to rest on her chest. Melanie could feel his c**k hardening against her stomach, sending flutters through it as he moved it down along her body. She clutched tight to the bars, feeling her fingernails bite into the flesh of her palms. His mouth came down to her neck as she turned her head to the side. She felt his lips on her throat as he kissed her there gently. Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt the tip of his c**k find the lips of her p***y. She felt him begin to slide so easily into her body.

“God, you’re wet,” he practically purred to her, his breath hot against her neck. “So wet and ready for me.”

Melanie bit her lip, her wrists twisting in the clumsy grasp of the tank top over her. She spread her legs, drawing them out toward the corners of the bed. And then he was in her fully. She could feel his hips against hers, his c**k buried inside her body. He nuzzled her neck again as he slowly withdrew. Her heart raced as she lost herself in the fantasy in her mind as he withdrew his c**k until only the tip remained within her.

“Oh! f**k!” she almost growled as he abruptly thrust within her body, filling her once more.

Teeth clenched, Melanie panted hard through her nostrils as he began to withdraw again. One of his hands found her breast and began to lightly caress it. More than anything in the world, she wanted him to maul it in his hands.

“Tell me what you want me to do, baby,” he said softly as he began to gently glide back inside her body.

Melanie’s eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him poised above her, mind racing. She didn’t want him to ask her what she wanted. She wanted him to act. She wanted him to take her. She thought hard about how to respond to him. She wanted to tell him what she wanted. In that moment, she wanted to spill everything to him. But she was too afraid of his reaction; too afraid of whom he would tell.

“Don’t talk,” she finally moaned at him. “Just f**k me hard.”

Rick’s c**k plunged back inside her body, making her gasp. She clung tight to the headboard as he began to drive in and out of her. Lost in her head as he f****d her in silence, she felt herself driven toward release. She could taste the metallic flavor of blood in her mouth as she bit her lip without realizing it. She came hard, her mind tumbling down into the abyss, and then he was jerking wildly against her as she felt him joining her in the orgasm.

“God you’re hot,” he murmured as he collapsed atop her body once more. He kissed her lips as he panted for breath.

Releasing the rails of the headboard at last, she shook her hands free of the tank top as he rolled off of her. He curled up next to her on the bed, one of his legs atop hers. She heard his breathing change as he drifted easily back into sleep.

“Liar,” she whispered softly as his chest rose and fell against her. “You didn’t give me what I needed.”