WHEN NIGHT BREAKS

A PRECARIOUS RELATIONSHIP

The atmosphere immediately heated up as he said those words.

Her body trembled. It felt like each nerve ending was on fire. She dared not look at him as she fumbled with the coffee maker. The man was doing things to her, queer things that weren’t entirely unwelcome.

“Cat got your tongue?” he mocked.

She was not in the best frame of mind to give him an answer, but she had to think of something fast before he considered her a bubble-head.

“I was just thinking of how soon you’d like to find out”. Her best move was to pretend to be unfazed by his shenanigans.

Colin’s face changed suddenly, cold and serene at once.

“Best to take it in baby steps. You wouldn’t want to bite more than you could chew pet”, he warned.

Emma’s face turned pale. She knew she was playing with fire but she was helpless to stop. It was a deadly game that already announced her as the loser. But so, her dad thought when he handed her the business and look what she made of it.

Life was unpredictable. Success was too.

“How do you like your coffee? Black or with milk?”

“Black”.

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She wouldn’t ask the visitor’s preferences, except he volunteered. She didn’t have to wait long.

“Add some milk to hers and bring both to the room”, he said in clipped tones as if life couldn’t get any more risqué. She tried to ground her roiling emotions with sensible thoughts, like pandering to his whims to gain the upper hand in this game before it got out of hand.

“Mr Edwards, I need my phone, my life depends on it. I’m willing to beg if you want”. Emma assured him. She needed to believe that a side of him could be appealed to.

Colin was not impressed. He knew her type. She most likely worked as a stripper or an escort pretending to be somewhat sophisticated. She must have ticked off the wrong people. Perhaps a rich jealous wife who didn’t appreciate a cuckolded husband or an aspiring politician who needed to get rid of shreds of evidence that could impede his political career. Well, he would teach her a lesson.

“You’ll beg, I’ll make sure of it.”

He said it wryly. She couldn’t be sure they were saying the same thing.

He sauntered out of the kitchen while she gritted her teeth in frustration.

What would be her next line of action?

Coffee was ready. She placed both cups on a tray and gingerly headed to Colin’s room. She heard the w***e giggling. What was so funny about Colin that inspired her mirth? Balancing the tray on a hand, she knocked on the door. Colin opened the door, his eyes stormy and dark, a deep contrast to the giggles she’d heard.

Emma watched him like a hawk, trying to decipher his true nature. He grabbed the mug just at the same time she was about handing it to him and their fingers brushed. She jerked her hand back, momentarily stunned at the jolt of current she felt.

The tray tipped dangerously. She tried to right it, but it was too late. She yelped as the coffee scalded her.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Colin cursed. Some had splashed on him too. Just when she thought she could get on his good graces, this had happened.

“A’int she just stupid?” The w***e whined from within.

“I’m sorry.” Emma pleaded, bending down to gather the shards of the broken mugs.

“Careful with that,” Colin said before he could stop himself.

“Oh thanks”.His behaviour was puzzling. She’d seen the flash of concern in his eyes before they got shuttered again, masking his thoughts and assuming his cold façade again.

With lips trembling and every nerve stretched almost to the breaking point, she carefully collected the ceramic bits into the tray. Straightening, she spied a look at him and caught his eyes on her soaked shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra and the tips of her breast seemed to harden more under his gaze.

He watched her boldly, willing her to look at him but she dared not, swearing she’d melt under his gaze.

She needed her wits about her. No more complications.

“I want you,” he declared recklessly. “Up here in my bed, against the wall, on the floor, bent over the kitchen table. You’ll be my w***e but I need you to suffer first. What do you say?”

What did he expect her to say? The flame of fire between them was a roaring blaze now. His words were demeaning yet they appealed to a mischievous side of her, a side that wanted to be all bad, clasped around a stranger fulfilling all her wild desires.

“Get those to the kitchen and wait for me in the room,” he ordered. She was staring at him with those guileless eyes, stunned and speechless. He was surprised at himself too but he really needed to get this show on the road.

His desires were fully awakened. He needed a quick release. Like yesterday.

“I…I need to clean this,” Emma stammered. Quickly she escaped to the kitchen, quivering all over. Heaving like she’d run a marathon, ”Oh this is bad. ”As if on autopilot she picked a rag doused it in some water and numbly picked her way back to find Colin still waiting for her.

As she bent to dry the mess on the floor, Colin grabbed her roughly and pushed her to her room. He was past all patience and this girl was really getting on his nerves. He needed her docile and obedient.

She turned in his arms “Are you going to r**e me? I didn’t think you a man of such violence.” A muscle jerked in his jaw, as heat poured into his face.

“If you’re trying to restrain my ardor, it isn’t working sweetheart. I’ll have you in every way I can. You were bought to fulfil my pleasure and I mean to make good use of my money.”