Symphony Of Control

Two

Aria’s POV

The long painful recess was over— I walked down the hallway heading to the restroom. It's another boring afternoon for me, the hallway was so quiet that I walked slowly to savor the peace.

I didn't see him until I stepped inside the girl's closet beside the washroom.

The door quickly closed behind me and I turned.

“Dylan?”

He smirked. My ex… the number one mistake of my life.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” I snapped.

“You've been ghosting me, why?” He stepped closer, slowly.

“That's because we're done.”

He blocked the door.

“You didn't mean that. It was a joke, right?”

I tried to move, but he grabbed my hips, slammed me against the shelf as his lips brushed my ear.

“I can still clearly remember how tight your p***y was when I used to f**k you raw in my car” he whispered.

“Bet she misses me inside her.”

“Don't touch me—”

But his hand already slid up under my hoodie. He cupped my right boob squeezing it roughly. His thumb rolled over my n****e through my bra.

“Dylan, stop this madness.”

He cut me with a kiss on my neck, his hot breath fanned my skin.

“Your body's saying yes though… Are we going to ignore her?”

His other hand found its way between my thighs and pressed over my jeans. He rubbed my p***y area slowly, like they belonged to him.

“You're wet, huh? I can feel it through your jeans. You missed my cock.”

“I said no!” I jerked away.

His hand dropped. I could see the shock expression on his face as he stared at me like I was a b***h for refusing him.

Regardless, I stormed out— my heart racing. I hated how he touched me. I hated how I froze and couldn't do a thing when he touched me.

I hated that a part of me wasn't a bit surprised.

Because it's always been like this.

******

When I reached home, the whole house felt dead, big, cold and quiet.

I walked to the kitchen to check if the cook was around but she wasn't. On the counter was a folded note;

“Ari baby, we had to fly out again.

There's an emergency at the

company's branch in Paris. Be safe!

Love, Mom & Dad”

Bullshit! I exhaled.

They were never home— since I was little, it's been one business trip, vacation or the other. They'd left me for months in the hands of nannies— I never knew this whereabouts nor did they take me with them.

I grew up in a house full of people I don't even know— people who actually don't give a f**k.

My birthdays were gifts from airports, extra allowance to have dinner at a fancy restaurant, alone. Even my family dinners were video calls.

I'd learnt not to cry and gotten used to it over the years.

It's one of the reasons I always stayed in. Why I wore hoodies to warm my loneliness. Why I buried myself in books and drawings.

Guts thought I was just shy and quiet but it's just me being empty and wanting love, but I'd never seen it up close.

Every guy who came near me wanted one thing— s*x.

They only imagined the round boobs hiding under the hoodie.

Dylan, like I said, was the worst of them. He never asked how I felt, he just wanted to feel my tightness. I let him f**k me, not because I liked him, but because at least I felt touched.

But tonight… I felt too damn alone.

I stared at my phone for too long. Then I texted.

Me: Are you busy? Can you come over?

I waited for his reply which came in less than a minute.

Not for you baby, I'll be there at 10.

I exhaled as I laid flat on my bed, my eyes fixed on the ceiling.

******

I rushed down as soon as I heard the doorbell.

He walked in without saying a thing. We just stared at each other for a second. Then he pulled me to himself, kissing me deep.

“Let me taste it first.”

He pushed my panties aside and spread my legs wide. His tongue slid over my c**t. It was slow and warm, he licked harder and faster, pressing his mouth into me like he was starved.

“Mmm… f**k, Dylan…”

After sucking like his life depends on it, he shoved two fingers inside me, curling them deep.

My back arched.

“s**t… yes… right there…ahh”

He added a third finger and pumped faster. His tongue is still playing with my c**t. Wet sounds filled the living room, my thighs began shaking.

Thank God the maids weren't around.

He stood up, grabbed my boobs and pulled my top over my head. His mouth attacked my t**s, sucking hard— tongue circling one n****e while he squeezed the other.

“You still taste like heaven,” he groaned as he switched n*****s, biting just enough to sting.

My n*****s were quick to get hard. I dropped on my knees and pulled down his boxers— his long c**k was thick and hard. I wrapped my lips around it, licking the tips slowly before taking him deep.

“f**k, yeah… suck that c**k, baby”

I bobbed my head, taking more and letting it slide down my throat. He moaned louder, his hands firmly gripped my hair. He pushed his hips making his c**k go deeper into my mouth.

I gagged once but kept going.

“Goddamn,” he hissed.

“You love choking on it, huh?”

I pulled off, spit dripping down my chin.

“I want you inside me now.”

He turned me around and bent me over the armrest. His c**k slammed into me from behind.

“Ahh…” I gasped.

“Oh—f**k—yes, Dylan…”

He grabbed my waist— his thrusts deep. His balls slapped against me with every stroke.

“Tell me you missed this d**k, say it.”

“I missed it,” I moaned as my grip on the cushion tightened.

“Yeah… f**k me harder”

He pulled out and spun me around, laying me back on the couch. He spread my legs and slid in again— our face closer, his eyes dark.

He f****d me slow now, grinding very deep making sure I felt very inch.

His index finger rubbed my c**t while he pounded inside me.

“Come on baby, I want you to c*m all over this cock.”

I moaned louder, my legs wrapped around his waist.

He soon changed positions, putting me on top this time.

“Ride me” He spanked my ass.

I straddled him, slammed down and started grinding my hips in slow circles. My t**s bounced in his face.

He was quick to grab them, sucking hard as I bounced faster.

“f**k—Dylan—I'm gonna c*m—”

“Do it, c*m on this c**k… now!”

I came with a loud scream, my body shaking

as my walls clenched tight around him.

He curses as he pulls out fast. He stroked himself until he came all over my stomach.

We were breathless— I felt messy—

And empty.