Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I come. It sneaks up on me as almost a surprise as I start to contort with pleasure that only comes from being claimed by this predator. “Oh, yes,” he purrs. “Fuck yes, baby. You’re going to take this cock nice and deep, aren’t you. You’re going to take every fucking drop of cum I have too, aren’t you.”
My orgasm is intense, and it triggers his. For one very brief moment I am in total control as my body makes his respond. He comes inside me while my pussy clenches his cock, forcing him to give me his seed. In that moment, it feels like he’s not in control of me anymore. It feels like we’re both wrapped up in something stronger than either one of us. We are doing a dance that was decreed millennia ago. Our bodies know what to do, and they do it.
And then it is over, and we are two strangers in a bathroom stall. I am a student who is engaging in some wild misconduct and he is the man who hunts me.
I hear his zip going up as he puts himself away.
“Good girl,” he says, patting my ass. “I will see you later.”
Just like that, he’s gone, leaving me full of his cum yet again, aching and wondering what the hell I just did. I knew what would happen if I went into this bathroom, and what happened was exactly what I imagined.
Last night he hunted me, but today I came to him, choosing to let him use me again. I don’t know who he is. I don’t know what he really wants from me besides this rough sex that is already starting to feel like it’s not the deeper point.
I compose myself and leave the bathroom. The corner of the library that was mostly empty before has a lot more people in it now. The table I was studying at alone has a few more books spread out on it. I look around, wondering if any of these students is my masked lover.
A few people glance at me, but there’s no recognition in their eyes. I have to be aware that whoever is stalking me is probably psycho enough not to show that they know me. Psycho isn’t the word for it. My psych lecturer wouldn’t approve of it. He’d call it some kind of antisocial personality disorder, but that really doesn’t have the same kind of ring to it.
Speaking of ring, my phone rings, and I am taken out of the moment. I grab my stuff quickly and answer it. I don’t dare let it ring. If she doesn’t hear from me right now, she’ll start worrying, and once she starts worrying, calming her down is a whole thing.
“Hey, Mom,” I say in a low voice, rushing from the library. “I’m just in the library.”
“Laura! Your brother needs you to pick him up from school. He’s in trouble again. I can’t get away from the store right now, but if we don’t get him…”
“Don’t worry, Mom,” I say, before she starts spiraling. She always thinks they’re going to call the police. “I can go get him now. I’m fifteen minutes away.”
I’m glad for the distraction. It’s good to return to real life. It’s nice to be reminded that I am a real person with real responsibilities, not just a random fuck toy for the use of a man I do not know.
I catch the bus over to my brother’s school, which is not too far away from the campus. It’s his third school in as many years, and that’s why Mom keeps freaking out. She thinks he’s going to be expelled again. Jake has been kicked out of three schools so far. We’re running out of places to be able to send him.
Jake is twelve years old, and named after my grandfather. He has some issues. They’re not his fault. He’s doing his best, but there’s no understanding for him out in the world, and quite often at home as well. He got identified as a problem early on, for being the only boy in a family full of girls.
He’s very angry. He stuffs his bag into the footwell of the bus seat, punching it when it won’t immediately fit in.
“I hate school,” he says, looking at me with furious eyes. “They’re all assholes.”
“What happened?”
“Tom and Drain jumped me in the bathroom. I fought back. Then they suspended me. Fucking me.”
“That’s not fair, buddy. I’m sorry.”
I look in at the school and think about going in there and talking to someone. Jake has always been bullied. First because of his red hair, then because of his unique way of seeing the world.
I really hate the fact that I am watching the joy slowly leave his eyes. He used to be so happy. Now he’s approaching thirteen years old and he’s angry more often than not. He deserves to be happy.