Huh.
My mind shouting at me to gain focus. To consider seriously what he is saying, but I am still on cloud nine and his damn thumb is keeping me there. Stroking my clit and the flames inside me.
"Believe you-me I have tried and I can't get off without your pain." Twisting my clit with angry fingers.
I screamed, almost falling backwards. Grasping the porcelain sink for support. Darryl is brutal, there is no light role-playing here. Pain courses, turning to pleasure. Warming, making me wetter.
Was I just as fucked up too?
I opened my mouth, only to stifle my groan as someone knocked briskly on the bathroom door.
"Boss, we just got word. We must leave now. Your parents and siblings have already left."
Darryl cursed, removing his hand, wiping it along the seam of his shirt. Starring intensely at me.
"What's wrong?" His green eyes scanning my body briefly, his expression completely changed.
"Get dress."
I deflated inwardly, adjusting my appearance. Trying to fight my frustrations. My instincts finally catching up with me, when no reply came. A body falls softly with a thud.
"What's wrong?"
Trying to hide the ture level of my fear as he pulled up his pants briskly. His back facing me.
"Where are are your shoes?"
I couldn't do much, but point a finger as he pushed the open the door. I feel like I am going to be sick. My heart beating too fast. I leaned over the sink evicting empty contents. My inside stiffening at the sight of blood.