The runway affair, p.25
The runway affair, page 25
Scarlett laughs as she walks up behind me. Her hand swats my thighs hard, and I gasp. “Your thighs are perfect and you’re exaggerating. Your pussy is drenched enough to take me. If it hurts, tell me to stop.”
Her fingers trail up my pussy lips, circling around my clit. The tip of the dildo presses against me, stretching me, and she wasn’t even buried inside me yet. Inch by sweet inch, she fills me, and I feel my pussy pulse around it, adjusting. When she’s completely inside me, I wiggle my hips, letting her know I’m ready, which causes the toy to hit me at a perfect angle.
“Shit.”
Her hand curls around my neck, and I moan when she thrusts her hips gently. “I can feel your cunt pulling me.”
“Please, Scar,” I beg, moving my hips back into her, needing her to move. “Fuck me. Please. I need you.”
“I love hearing you beg.”
One hand grips my neck softly while the other digs into my hip as she pulls out and slams back into me. My body is on fire, every nerve ending electrified as she fucks me rough and hard, my soft whispers of pleasure and my wet pussy echoing through the empty kitchen.
This woman is my undoing,
My fingers claw at the granite as my orgasm bubbles in my belly. This one is going to be explosive. Instead of letting me come, though, Scarlett stops moving completely. Her mouth captures my neck, leaving sloppy kisses and bites behind as I wither apart beneath her touch. She’s edging me. She wants me to beg her even more.
“Rub your clit,” she demands, her words slightly muffled by my skin.
My fingers trail down my stomach, finding my swollen clit. With one touch, I shudder, shockwaves of electricity shooting up my spine and making my pussy convulse violently. She isn’t moving, and I am in misery.
“Don’t come yet, Adeline. I don’t wanna punish you.”
“God, fuck.”
“Gods not fucking your tight cunt, baby. Try again. Who’s fucking you, baby?”
I groan. I love when she’s like this: rough, dominating, fucking me with no remorse. The sound of my wet pussy and the silicone dick slamming into me echoes through the quiet kitchen. “I’m yours. I’m fucking yours, Scarlett. I’m your dirty whore. My pussy is yours.”
“Chaque partie de toi est à moi.”
She pulls one of my legs up, setting my knee on the counter and opening me wider as her fingers tangle in my hair, jerking my head back. There’s a slight sizzle of pain that erupts from my scalp, but it’s replaced by immense pleasure soaring through my body as she fucks me hard.
“Say it again.”
I throw my head back, biting my lip as my eyes roll to the back of my skull. “I’m yours,
Scar. All yours. Fuck. I’m about to come.”
She doesn’t slow down. “Hold on, baby. Don’t come yet.”
I whimper. The force. The dirty talk. The size of the cock pounding into my cunt and her
heavy breathing on my neck make it impossible, but I try to hold onto my orgasm.
“Fuck, baby. Take my cock. Good girl.”
I shatter. My pussy clenches against the dildo, and my body falls limp against the counter
as I seize from the euphoria rushing through me. Scarlett doesn’t move, my cunt still gripping the dildo as I ride out my orgasm. When she finally moves out of me, I groan, feeling the emptiness in my throbbing pussy.
“I think I’m dead.”
In response, Scarlett smacks my ass hard, making me hiss. “Nope, very much still alive, just thoroughly fucked.” She kisses my spine before moving to my neck. “You’re beautiful, Addie. Fucking you is my second favorite thing to do.”
I lean into her. “What’s the first?”
“Loving you until my heart stops and I take my final breath.”
“You’re such a sap, Scar.”
“Je t’aime, Adeline Grace. Chaque instant de chaque jour. Jusqu'à la fin de l'éternité.” I love you, Adeline Grace. Every moment of every day. Until forever ends.
“Je t'aime, Scarlett Marie. Pour toujours. Toujours.” I love you, Scarlett Marie. Forever. Always.
I feel her smile against my throat. “Who's been teaching you French, my love?”
“I’ll never tell. Did I slaughter it?”
“You did perfect, baby. Are you ready for another round?”
61
SCARLETT
If my dick could get Addie pregnant, she would be carrying my baby by now. The last week and a half was nothing but a fuck fest to distract ourselves from the issue at hand. When I’m buried inside her or riding her face, I forget that our life is a mess. There isn’t a surface in my house that doesn’t have both our arousals coating it. I make a mental note to disinfect everything before the kids come home.
I walk into my bathroom to find Addie soaking in the tub, only the top of her head visible as she relaxes into the bubbles. Her body is littered with hickies and a few bruises on her thighs from my fingers digging into her skin. My back is kissed with her claw marks from when she dug into my flesh during multiple, mind-blowing orgasms.
“Hi, my love,” she mutters. “I would love nothing more than to have you fuck me, but my pussy feels like it’s going to fall off.”
“I mean, you have another hole.”
Her eyes snap open. “That’s a hard no, Pumpkin. Pineapple. Stop sign. If that strap almost split my coochie in two, I don’t want to know what it will do to my little untouched hole back there. I mean, I’m down to try anal, but we need to start with a tiny butt plug before you ram a fake dick up there.”
“Anything you want, my love. Imagine every hole filled while I fuck you.”
She grumbles, sinking deeper into the water. I just turned her on. I’m not complaining; I could get lost in her pussy.
“Finish up, my love. We can go downstairs and curl up to a nice movie.”
“Will we make it through the movie this time, or will my pussy be on your face again?”
I laugh. “If you didn’t taste so fucking amazing, maybe I wouldn’t want to devour you like the sweet treat you are.”
She smiles. “I love you. I’ll be down in fifteen, naked and wet. I think soaking a little longer will help my coochie feel better. Maybe ease off the strap and use your mouth more?”
“God, I love you.”
I leave her to walk downstairs, sending Zoey a text asking for a status update. I’m not sure who it could be, honestly. Besides Agatha and Stephan, Sutton, Zoey, and Miles knew about my plans and the proposal. I know it isn’t Zoey. Miles prefers dick. Sutton is in Italy. I had to FaceTime her my idea and the ring, since she was riding some model in their hotel hot tub.
Maybe it’s a random stranger with hacking skills of a god and access to Claire’s files.
I’m ready for this to be over.
I want my babies back in their own beds.
I want to plan my wedding to Addie.
I want Addie to continue living her dream.
I want to expand our family and watch Addie’s belly swell with our baby.
And most importantly, I want this stalker dead or behind bars. I don’t care about which one; I just want them out of our life.
The house is quiet, and every creak makes me jump, even though I know it’s the wind. There’s an officer outside watching the perimeter, and even though I don’t like it, Zoey and Zade call us every hour. There was one point where Addie answered the phone crying out my name and dropped it on the floor. Before Zade hung up, he heard me fucking Addie against the wall.
We got a text that said have fun, but next time, don’t answer like that.
Right in the dot, Zoey calls me.
“Still alive and still paranoid.”
“I know. I think we got a lead.”
I sigh. “Okay. Tell me what you find. I’m ready for my life to go back to normal, Zo.”
“I know. I’m working on it. Have fun. I already told Zade I’ll stick to calling you. He didn’t enjoy hearing Addie’s pussy or her moans last time.”
I can’t stop my laugh. “He’s a man and doesn’t like the sound of two women screwing?”
“No comment. We’re heading out. I’ll keep you updated.”
“Thank you. I love you, Zo. You two be careful please.”
“I love you. And always.”
I put my phone down on the counter, waiting for Addie to come down. Putting on a movie is pointless, seeing as I’m going to ravish her into the morning. I walk into the living room and to the fireplace. It isn’t quite winter yet in New York, but there’s an early November cold front making its way through. A fire will be nice. Addie’s skin glowing under the ember glow of the flames would make the perfect romantic scene.
I decide to set the mood since the fire is going. I lay out a blanket a few feet away from the chimney, grabbing pillows off the couch and lining them along the plush blanket. If only I had rose petals and candles. Then again, if I got a rose petal in my mouth while eating Addie’s pussy, I wouldn’t know how to react. Maybe rose petals aren’t a good idea in future scenarios.
With the fire crackling in the air, I stretch my sore arms and remove my shirt. I have my own set of hickies decorating my skin from my torso to my chest. I adjust the straps of my bra as I hear footsteps coming into the living room from the kitchen. I feel soft hands on my back and lean into Addie’s touch.
“Hi, baby. What about this round, you fuck me?” She retracts her touch, and I go to turn, but I feel skull-crushing pain in my head. I groan, tumbling forward as the blunt object hits my back hard.
I fall to the ground, and someone is straddling my back. I fight, but I’m dazed from the blow to my head. There’s a stinging pain in my skull from the fingers that rip my head back, causing me to cry out in pain. A wet cloth is pressed against my nose, a strong scent invading my senses.
Chloroform.
I jerk my head side to side to get rid of it, but the grip on my hair is too intense, my lungs screaming for me to take in lungfuls of air. My body finally gives in, and I breathe in the drug, making my head spin.
I struggle against my assailant; I know this isn’t like the movies and I’ll pass out immediately. Getting free is my only chance before the drug takes effect. I have two minutes, maybe.
“Don’t worry, my love. Soon, we'll be together without her.”
No. I gasp into the cloth, which makes the situation worse.
I know that voice.
It can’t be her.
“Addie….” I mumble against the cloth before everything fades to black.
Run…
62
ADDIE
The bathtub feels empty without Scarlett, but it feels amazing on my sore muscles. I sink lower, letting the water swallow me whole for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling a little longer. I jump slightly when I hear a thud downstairs. What is Scarlett doing? Knowing her, she made a fire and dropped a log on the floor because she tried to do two at a time again.
I wash my hair and run a razor over my pussy, getting rid of the stubble. Scarlett doesn’t care if I have hair or not, but right now, I feel like a cactus, and I don’t want to irritate Scar’s skin.
The whole week of us being together, learning each other's bodies again and unlocking new kinks, is amazing. I’ve missed the way she made me feel and how she could make my body react—her mouth, fingers and strap. Hell, the only dick I like is when it is strapped to a beautiful woman and my woman is a goddess.
But I am ready for this whole thing to be over with. I don’t want to constantly look over my shoulder, waiting for someone to pounce like a lion on the prowl. Even if I don’t like to admit it, my life is in danger. I am the gazelle in an empty field, unaware of the lion waiting to jump out of the tall grass and rip my jugular out. I don’t think my death will be as brutal, but after two failed attempts, maybe the third one will be the bloodbath.
I force the scene from my mind. My bloody corpse is not what I want nor need to envision right now. It’s hard not knowing who wants me dead. I'm sure Scarlett is in the same boat, only she’s probably wondering what this person will do to her once she finally ends my life. This person is desperate, and desperate people will go to desperate measures to acquire their end goal. We all know what this person wants, and it’s me gone, no matter what they have to do.
I pull myself out of the bath, dabbing myself dry but leaving my skin damp. I towel dry my hair quickly before dropping the towel to the floor. I’m glad Scarlett bought a house on the outskirts of the city instead of a high-rise apartment. Obviously, I don’t shy away from public play, but having someone else see me naked is not something I would enjoy.
Pulling my wet hair to one side, I slowly make my way downstairs. I don’t hear Scarlett, but she could be waiting to surprise me. She is good with the hopeless romantic surprises. For all I know, there will be a fort built in the living room for us to ‘watch’ a movie.
The midnight wind whistles inside the house, bringing in the fall air. Why is the front door open? I quickly close it, rubbing the chill from my arms, regretting walking downstairs nude.
I walk into the kitchen to find it empty, but her phone is on the counter. “Scar?” I call out into the moonlit house. I step into the living room to see a fire and a pallet put together on the floor. “Baby? Where are you? I’ll fuck myself if you don’t come out.”
Still nothing.
“Scarlett,” I yell in a more serious tone. “This isn’t funny. Where are you?”
I don’t like this.
I go back to the kitchen with the intention of getting her phone and calling Zoey, but it’s not on the counter anymore. I need to get out of here, but I don’t know where Scarlett is, and I don’t want to leave her in the hands of this mad woman.
A scream is lodged in my throat as someone slams my head against the granite countertop. Excruciating pain radiates through my face as I feel blood drip from my nose. I’m being dragged, my scalp on fire from their death grip. I’m still disoriented from the blow to my face, so I can’t fight back, but at my angle, it’s even harder to get a good swing.
My body thuds to the ground, and a boot hits my ribs, hard. The crunch sends pain screaming through my abdomen; I’m pretty sure I heard my ribs crunch on impact.
“She’s mine.” The woman’s growl sent chills up my spine. “You ruined everything, you fucking bitch. Why did you have to come back?”
That voice sounds familiar.
“Everything ends tonight. I’m done waiting. Scarlett is mine, and you’re going to fucking die.” Her fingers grip my hair as she pulls me up, only to slam me into a chair and bind my arms and legs with rope, cutting off my circulation. “I have to give Scarlett props—she knows how to pick a gorgeous woman. She had me, but I wasn’t enough. Me! I’m a fucking god compared to you.”
I look down at my body, forgetting I’m naked, blood dripping onto my chest from my nose injury. Sharp fingernails dig into my jaw, snapping my head up to the woman causing our torture. Her intense brown eyes are angry and dilated; she would be beautiful if the bitch wasn’t a fucking psycho.
Sutton.
“Where’s Scarlett?” I demand, only to earn a sharp slap that makes my head recoil.
“My wife’s status is not for you to be worried about, you stupid cunt. Speaking of—she should be waking up soon. A small dose of chloroform only lasts so long.”
“You drugged her?”
She smirks. “Of course. She put up one hell of a fight. I didn’t plan to, but I didn’t want her to ruin the surprise and scream.” She reaches for my left hand, ripping my engagement ring from my finger and sliding it onto hers, admiring the jewelry. “Beautiful. Once I get rid of you, I’ll have her all to myself.”
“Fuck you! Where is she?” I struggle against my restraints. “I don’t care what you do to me—just leave her alone!”
She smirks, pulling out a chair and walking into a different room. When she comes back, my heart drops. Scarlett lays in her arms, bridal style, before she sets her in the chair, restraining her. Blood pools on the left side of her face, running down her neck and staining her bralette.
Sutton slaps her face gently, and I want to rip her head off for touching Scarlett, for hurting her. “Baby. My love. I need you to wake up. You’re going to miss the grand finale.” Sutton pulls out a gun, trailing it across Scarlett’s face.
The gun trails lower until she’s brushing her nipple under the thin lace fabric. She reaches for the clip in the front, undoing it and letting her breasts spill free. I struggle against my restraints as Sutton kisses from Scarlett’s neck down to her chest. Scarlett stirs slightly, and my name falls from her lips, which only serves to piss Sutton off.
Sutton jerks away from Scarlett, storming to me and slamming the butt of the gun against my skull. I grunt, feeling my neck pop from the impact, my eye screaming in agony. Did she fracture my orbital bone?
“Why is it always fucking you?” she screams. “Even with drugs in her system, all she fucking cared about was you, crying between my legs about the whore who broke her heart. I fucking love her. You don’t.”
“Y-you drugged me?” Scarlett’s voice is a barely audible whisper as her head lolls to the side.
63
SCARLETT
“I just wanted you to love me!” Sutton screams, stroking the side of my face. Her touch makes my skin crawl, knowing what she did to me. I feel like I’m going to be sick. “I wanted you the moment I saw you, but no. I had to drug you to make you realize you didn’t need her.”
My eyes adjust to her figure, but my eyes hurt, my head throbbing. My stomach flips, and I have to hold back the vomit threatening to spill past my lips. Why did she have to use chloroform?
I didn’t realize how batshit crazy Sutton really is. My eyes find Addie, and I can’t help the gasp that escapes me. Addie is naked and bound, her head leaning forward so I can't see her face, but her chest is covered in blood.
Please don’t be dead.
“All you did was whine about this whore. I wanted to love you, to treat you like a queen, but no. You had to be obsessed with her. She broke your goddamn heart, baby.”
