It's Michael, Isn't It?
1090 Words
Alana's POV
I took timid steps towards the vanity where white papers were now sprawled on. My core throbbed and walking when all I wanted was release was torturous. I picked up a pen and my eyes grazed through the documents but I could barely make out anything from it. It was just a bu
“Please what exactly am I signing?” I asked meekly, hoping he would cooperate and release me so I could go touch myself since he left me hanging and overheating with raw need.
He turned to face me, then shook his head slowly like he was disappointed and disgusted that I couldn't interpret big words.
“I told you I want you as my assistant at home and at my office. I'll provide you with everything you need and I'll also pay you a salary just so you'll think you're important or you're making a difference in the grand scheme of things.” He sneered and mocked me to my face and it didn't sit well with me.
I glared at him in anger as I spoke. I was already distraught by what he had done to my body to deserve vocal mistreatment as well.
“I know you hate me, but you don't have to belittle me at every chance you get.” I folded my hands and my shoulders tensed. It was like they had forgotten how to relax all of a sudden.
He glared back, his eyes flashing a look of surprise, like he was shocked that I dared to talk back. The look soon disappeared and turned into amusement and hints of raw scorn.
He stalked towards me, and before I knew what was happening, he had successfully pinned me to the vanity. My chest's erratic rise and fall gave away how hot I felt at the closeness. I was sure he noticed and I hated myself for being weak.
Our eyes clashed in a fiery battle so intense I looked away. I couldn't stand it even if I wanted to. It was so hot, so sinful, so beyond me.
A smirk adorned his lips at his victory and boy, I wanted to kiss those lips. I wanted to drag my teeth across them and draw out sinful blood. This was no good.
“Now I'm tempted to do it even more. Sign and get your horny ass out of here. You can barely contain your excitement to get f****d and you're here talking to me about how to behave. You're twisted like me. Get that into your thick skull.” He practically spat at me before he turned around and disappeared into his bathroom.
He appeared again but my back was against him so I only heard him yell again.
“Sign that and leave before I come out. I don't want to see you.”
I scoffed and proceeded to sign the papers anyway. I hated him so much. I slipped out of his room after signing and headed straight to my room. I didn't feel like finding out what would happen if he ended up finding me in his room after all his warning.
As I walked to my room, I grinned from ear to ear, happy that at least, I stood up to him. My room was exactly how I left it, and the unfamiliar warmth of the new room was all I needed. Still hazy with lust, I headed straight to my bed.
I climbed on top of it and began to work on my stressed out p***y. It had been through so much and it hurt like a b***h.
I removed the uncomfortable lingerie and spread my legs. Strained whimpers came out of me as I immediately stabbed my entrance with a finger, impatiently so. I bit my lips, feeling just how wet I was for this man and how slippery my folds were. It felt so good, so I increased momentum and added a second finger. I arched into the bed, my legs now above and supporting my weight with my back, just to get the best angle at pleasuring myself.
As I thought about him touching me instead, my moans increased and I forgot how to behave. I became such a wild, starved tigress who couldn't contain myself. I traced my finger all the way to my naked t**s and rounded my hard n****e with it, circling it and teasing it as I finger f****d myself.
Fuck. Just f**k. I felt the momentum build up and I knew my orgasm was fast approaching. It ached so much I chased it and when it finally came, a burst of euphoria erupted my being and my shoulders finally relaxed. I watched my orgasm ripple out of me with ease, hot liquid staining my hands. Even in my state of new found clarity, I still wished Ryan was here, licking my juice with his tongue.
I hated how he dismissed me like I was some piece of s**t but what could I do?
After minutes of resting, calming my beating heart, I got out of bed to wash up.
It didn't take long before I came out and put on a decent night dress. I just wanted to have a good sleep but a figure by the door startled me.
The door opened up further and a head peeked in. Amanda.
She looked surprised and bewildered as she walked in, finally realizing that I had seen her.
“Your room is so pink and beautiful! I prefer it to my own room!” She gasped as she chirped away happily, all the way to my bed.
“Why aren't you asleep?” I asked as she threw herself on my bed like she owned it.
“I just want to sleep here, that's all.”
“You have your room to sleep in.” I rolled my eyes, annoyed. She was never this clingy. She must've really liked Michael and is claiming that she didn't hate the break up since now she couldn't even be by herself.
She gave me a sad look, so I gathered her in my arms.
“Poor baby, It's Michael, isn't it?”
“Yes. Yes it is. He didn't care about me and I thought it was different. I don't know, I just feel small.”
“You'll be okay, I promise. It's a phase you'll get over and you'll meet someone better, okay? Let's just get some sleep now. You need it.”
Soon, we drifted into sleep.
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