Faded Love [Mature Content]

C .13-His Torture

The weekend ended, and it was time to get back to work. Back to the busy schedule of endless meetings.

She was enthusiastic to get back to sketching, although she made a promise that her weekends will now be her personal time away from the office. Especially because if she had any intentions of finding a man, it couldn’t happen if she was working non-stop.

How would that work?

More than likely, it wouldn’t.

Juliette walked into the café to grab her morning order. Looking around the interior, she realized it wasn’t as busy as it usually was, particularly on a Monday morning. And Beatrice was nowhere in sight.

As the line got shorter, Juliette walked closer to the cashier. Patiently waiting her turn, she tapped on one foot as she hummed to the song playing in the background.

“Next person, please!” The shabby haired man called out, appearing annoyed. Probably not his favorite place to be. Dealing with customers and their endless long lists of orders.

Juliette took the last step and walked to the counter, “good morning Leo.” She greeted with a smile.

Leo, the man looking out of place and character, returned her smile. “Hey Julie, haven’t seen you around these parts in a while. Let me guess, working hard as usual?” He chuckled playfully, pushing his oversized stomach.

His demeanor changed to that of a cheerful man.

Leo was the owner of the café, well he owned it with his beautiful wife Joyce. After years of working for obnoxious bosses, they both opened the café and over the years, it had gotten more and more established.

“Oh, you know me, can never get me away from a sketch.” Juliette returned his playful tone.

“That I know. So, the usual?”

Juliette nodded.

Leo picked up a white paper bag, placed the sweet treat into it and rolled the top, securing it inside. Then he grabbed one cup of cappuccino, grasped a tissue from the pile, along with two extra sugars, and handed the contents to her.

“Thanks Leo!” She chimed, taking the drink and package from him. She was about to pay, but then he held up a hand, stopping her, “this one’s on the house. Maybe it’ll get you to come in more often.”

Juliette thanked the bulky man and promised to visit soon. She walked away from the counter and walked to the door.

“Next person, please.” She heard Leo say, returning to his previously annoyed manner. She simply smiled and shook her head. Unexpectedly, her phone started ringing. She practically had to maneuver between her handbag, to dig out the device and the cup with the bag in her hand.

Then, bam. She bumped into a wall; well, what felt like a wall, spilling her hot coffee all over her hands. “Darn it,” she belched out. Her phone continued ringing in her bag. With no luck of retrieving it, she simply gave up.

“When I asked to take you for coffee, I was referring to more along the lines of sitting and enjoying your company, not to be showered in it.” A voice sounded in front of her making her stomach drop.

The familiarity of the voice had her clenching her thighs on instinct. She knew the voice well enough to know who it belonged to. The same sultry tone that had brought her to countless climax over and over again in just one night.

Juliette didn’t want to look up to confirm her thoughts. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the man whom she had slept with, kicked in the nuts and ran out on.

“You’re not even going to look at me, or even apologize for ruining my favorite shirt?” He questioned loud enough for everyone in the café to hear.

On that note, Juliette looked up glaring at the man. Whom she found already smirking at her. She wished she can connect her palm with his cheeks, wiping that grin off his stupidly handsome face.

“Shout louder, why don’t you!” She wiped her hand with the tissue Leo had given to her. She whipped her head around, realizing that no one was staring at them.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled barely in a whisper.

“Come again? I didn’t hear that.” He covered an ear with a hand.

Juliette huffed, annoyed at the man. “I said I’m sorry, okay.”

“And what exactly are you apologizing for; would it be for sleeping with me and never calling, or would it be for kicking me where the sun don’t shine. Maybe for spilling your hot coffee all over me, so which is it Ms. Stryker?”

Her anger was boiling at his nuisance. “I said I’m sorry, what more do you want?” She muttered through clenched teeth, still trying to balance the items in her hands.

“Considering you’re the one who spilled your drink on me, you can be a little nicer. Don’t you think?”

Juliette was about to walk away. But he shifted his stance to block her. “What do you want Dimitri?”

“Um, what do I want? Let’s see….” He placed a finger under his chin as if in thought. “Since you asked--,” he took a step closer to her and bowed to her ear, that way only she can hear his whispering seduction. “What I want is you under my body Juliette, screaming my name while I’m pummeling into that sweet p***y of yours. I want to make you come, feel your body shiver while I gave you a release.”

He regained his composure and fixed his suit jacket, “That’s what I want.”

Juliette whipped her head around the café once more, checking to see if anyone else was staring at them.

When she saw no one staring, she turned back, closed her eyes and licked her lips. She copied his action and stepped towards him with a seductive approach, “the only one who would be screaming, would be you when I connect my knee to your balls. Again,” she kissed his cheek lightly and walked out of the café, leaving a dumbfounded Dimitri behind.

***

Juliette walked all the way back to her office with a blooming smile. When she greeted everyone on the way up, they couldn’t help but return her contagious beam.

Sarah greeted on her way into the office and told her that she had a call waiting on line one. She thanked her and dashed to her office, not even bothering to empty her hands or remove her coat before she picked the call.

“Juliette Stryker speaking.” She answered, now fighting her way out of the semi drenched material.

“You keep running from me like that, and when I do catch you Juliette, you won’t be able to move. The only movement you would be doing, would be to arch your back off the bed to have me go deeper inside your secluded walls. On top of that, you would be begging me to f**k you harder.”

Juliette was lost for words.

“Are you wet, Juliette? Do you wish to feel me between your legs? Or would you rather me wrap my fingers around your neck and f**k you senseless? Maybe you would like to ride my c**k like your life depended on it—”

Juliette ended the call before he had a chance to utter another word. She wouldn’t admit it, but he got under her skin, more like her core. She was shuddering from the thought of having him inside her.

On shaky feet, she hung the coat on the rack and headed to the bathroom to relieve herself of the dampness between her thighs. He was insufferable, on the other hand, she couldn’t deny how he made her c**t giddy with need.

Need to be sucked on, to be pounded to one climax after another. The need to be pleasured. He aroused her to no end and now there was no way to satisfy her needs, other than fingering her c**t or to do the one thing that would confirm his earlier torture.

To go to him.