“You didn’t have to bring me dinner!” I take the bag of Chinese takeout that Jon has placed on my desk.
“You said you had to work late…couldn’t have my girl going hungry!” He says sweetly as he settles into a chair. “So what time do you think you’ll be out of here?”
I toss my pen aside and pull a box of rice out of the bag. Lifting the lid, I realize its fried rice. I hate fried rice. We haven’t been together long enough for him to know better and it was thoughtful of him to bring me dinner so I dig in anyway.
“Hell I don’t know…late. My boss is such a dick. Speaking of…” I cast my eyes over to the window of my employer’s office where he is watching me with a look of annoyance.
Jon follows my gaze, “Guess that’s my queue.” He stands and kisses me on the cheek, “Enjoy your dinner. Want me to come back when you get off, walk you to your car or something since it’ll be late?”
“No…” I shake my head, “I’ll be fine.”
He nods and leaves, still looking unconvinced and worried.
Three hours later I am still filing and faxing in the now deserted office. Hell, even the cleaning crew has come and gone. I take a bite of lo mien which is now a cold, congealed mess, as the phone on my desk begins to ring.
I consider letting it go to the answering service, but the annoyance of its blaring ring in the silent office wins out. “Martin and Harris Firm.” He say using my best happy secretary voice.
“Who is he Jen?” the voice on the other end is familiar and sinister.
“Justin…” I sigh, “It’s none of your business.”
“Who is he Jennifer?” He snaps in a raised voice.
Justin and I split up months ago, and to say he hasn’t taken it well would be a colossal understatement. I arrive home to find flowers waiting on my doorstep almost daily. He calls incessantly. He sends little gifts through the mail, he shows up randomly at places I am and pretends that it’s an accident. And recently, I have the distinct feeling that he has followed me in his car at time or two.
I hang the phone up, but he calls back immediately.
“Justin! Just fucking stop! You just…” I draw in a deep breath, calming myself. “You just have to stop.”
“He brought you fried rice Jen…” He says with great sorrow, “You hate fried rice.”
The sadness I hear in his tone nearly breaks me…I find myself wanting to say ‘come and get me Justin…I miss you.’ But the reality of what he has said hits me.
“How did you know he brought me fried rice?” I say quietly.
He doesn’t answer, the line remains silent for a stretch, but I know he hasn’t hung up.
“How did you know?” I repeat, louder this time.
“Let me come and get you Jen…I miss you.” The comment is bizarrely like the thought that has just gone through my head. It reminds me of how we used to be…so alike, so in sync.
“No Justin! I’m done with this…” I cradle my head in my hand and continue, I don’t want to hurt him, but he needs to hear this. “It’s over Justin…you’ve got to get over us and move on.”
“Are you fucking him Jennifer?” He hisses, completely ignoring what I have said.
“What?” I’m taken back by his question.
“Are you fucking him?” He repeats slowly.
“No…I’m not.” I know it won’t do to ignore him or hang up, he’ll just call back and ask again.
“You’re lying. Are you fucking him?” The calmness in his tone is somehow more frightening then the yelling had been.
“Yeah…” I confirm in a whisper, “I am.”
He says nothing for what seems like an eternity and then the line goes dead.
I finish up the files I have been organizing and tell myself that maybe a little blatant honesty was what he needed…maybe now he’ll give me up. But I don’t really believe it, and strangely I don’t want to believe it. The thought of him moving on to someone else makes me sick.
There is plenty more work to be done, stacks of papers and folders wait on my desk, but they’ll be there tomorrow, I’m tired and after the call from Justin, I’ve just had enough of the day.
I gather my things and sift through my bag, searching for my keys to lock up the office. As I step outside the building I regret not taking Jon up on his offer to meet me. My car is parked in the lot which is now deserted and bathed in darkness. My heels click deafeningly against the asphalt as I hurry to my car.
I feel him before I hear him…as sense of dread seizes me just before he grabs me. His hand goes over my mouth, quickly silencing the scream that had begun to rise in my throat. And suddenly I am being dragged through the lot. I swing my elbow into his stomach with as much force as I can muster, but it doesn’t faze him.
My sight blurs with tears and fear…my heart hammers inside my chest and aches with terror as he pulls me along, yanking me behind the building so that we are completely hidden from anyone who might have been able to see us before.
He swings me around with brutal force and slams me into the brick wall, sending the air rushing from my lungs. My head spins frantically as I fight to catch my breath, and I realize I am facing him and can now see his face. I fight to regain even the slightest bit of composure, but as I calm just enough to focus on him, I realize he is wearing a mask.
“Okay…okay…” the thoughts in my head fire rapidly, “He’s wearing a mask…if he planned to kill me it wouldn’t matter if I saw his face…but he’s wearing a mask…he’s going to let me go…”
His hand still covers my mouth, but when he shifts it slightly it hits me…I can smell him, I’d know his smell anywhere…its Justin…
The revelation is a relief at first, it’s Justin…he would never hurt me. But then a voice inside my head reminds me to look at this situation…he has obviously lost it. I don’t know what to expect from him now.
I wait for him to do something, but for the longest time he holds me in place and lets my fear grow to unimaginable heights.
And then in a flash his free hand goes to jerk my skirt up. His knee pushes my legs apart cruelly, the full weight of his body still pinning me to the wall, barring me from any hope of escape.
He pulls his hand away from my mouth, but wraps it around my throat with lightening speed…pressing down on my windpipe with enough pressure to turn every sound I make a raspy whisper.
With great effort, I manage to call his name so softly that I almost don’t make a sound at all. But he stills instantly, he has heard me.
I whisper his name once more, and he rests his masked forehead gently against my own for a moment as I do.
He reaches up and pulls the mask that has been hiding his face away, revealing himself to me. It has been so long since I have been this close to him, and I had almost forgotten how beautiful he really is. His eyes are furious and wild, and my fear gains strength once again as I look into them.
He jerks me close by the neck and the slams me back against the brick again. “How could you fuck him Jennifer?” He roars with angry sorrow. “I’m going to fucking kill him…are you happy now?”
He brings his mouth to mine and kisses my lips delicately, “I love you Jen…oh god I love you so much…how could you do this to me?”
I want to speak, but his grip is still so tight around my throat. “How could you do this?” He repeats in a whisper.
My hands pull at my neck, trying to free myself from his grasp desperately. “I’ll let go of you…but if you scream I promise you Jen…I promise you’ll regret it.”
I nod, silently vowing to remain quiet. He regards me, trying to decide whether or not to trust me, and then slowly pulls his hand away.
I suck a deep gulp of air in greedily as he watches with a satisfied look. “Justin…” I can still manage no more than a whisper.
He cuts me off, “Shut the fuck up.” He kisses me gently once again and then bites my bottom lip viciously. The pain he is inflicting mingles with the pleasure that has risen inside of me as well.
His hand slips up my thigh and rips my panties down with one swift jerk…I remain still as stone, to afraid to fight him.
He watches me intently as he dips two fingers inside of me…when he finds how wet I am he shakes his head, “You’re a whore Jennifer. Is it just him…or will anybody with a dick do?” His fingers slide in and out of me gently, contrasting strangely with the cruelty of his words.
“Please Justin…” I start.
“I said shut the fuck up…” he drives his fingers into me harder and I am disgusted with myself when a soft sigh escapes me before I can stop it.
“There we go…” he taunts, “Hey Jen,” he speaks as if this is a normal day and he’s about to tell me a funny story. “Remember when we went to Rio? Hmm? Remember that?” He fucks me forcefully with his fingers and I am terrified he will make me cum…I won’t give him the satisfaction.
I nod, but don’t trust myself to speak…all of my efforts are going into staying silent.
“I took you into the bathroom and made you suck my cock, remember?” I nod again, “You loved it too didn’t you Jen?” Another nod. “Do you suck Jon’s cock like that?” Oh god…he knows his name.
I shake my head, denying his accusation. “Don’t lie to me Jennifer,” he warns. “I’ll know if you lie. Now… do you suck his cock like that?” His tone is low and sweet, but there is such anger just below the surface.
I nod slowly, too afraid to lie to him, he’s right…he’ll know if I lie.
“You bitch…” he groans, his sadness showing through his rage again. His thumb has begun to sweep against my clit…it swells and aches under his touch.
He sees the need that I am trying to hide in my eyes and smiles. “It’s not gonna work Jen…I know you.” He works my clit a little faster and another sigh slips from me. “Does he make you cum Jen? Does he make you scream like I used to?”
I bite down on my lip, it is still swollen and stinging from being clenched between his teeth moments ago.
“Does he?” He dips his head and bites my neck softly as I shake my head.
“Tell me what you want…” His fingertips dance against me quickly, as I grow wetter against his skin.
“I want you to make me cum Justin…” I moan. I hadn’t meant to say it…I don’t want him to know what he has done to me.
“What?” He teases quietly, pretending he hasn’t heard me.
“Make me cum Justin!” The demand bursts out of my mouth before I can stop myself.
“No…you don’t deserve it you little bitch.” He growls as he drags his teeth along the bruised skin of my throat.
He pulls himself away from me, leaving me panting and hopelessly desperate for more. It seems he is no longer concerned with me trying to run. “Get on your knees.” He orders firmly.
I drop to my knees and look up at him. I am angry with myself for behaving this way, for allowing him to treat me this way, for enjoying it…but I can’t stop.
He looks down at me and shakes his head again, “You seem to have forgotten that my cock is the only one that belongs in that fucking slutty little mouth of yours, so I’m going to help you to remember.”
He tugs the button of his jeans open and lowers his zipper. When he reaches inside and presents me with his dick, it is already stiff and pulsing…and so familiar, I remember every perfect inch of it suddenly, and ache to sink down around it.
“Do you want to suck my cock Jennifer?” He teases, dragging the tip along my lips.
“Oh god Justin…” I moan, “Yes.”
“Of course you do…” he says lovingly as he strokes a stray hair away from my face. My eyes drift closed at the gentleness of his touch.
“I love you Jen…I love you so much…” he whispers. I start to speak, but he drives his cock into my mouth with a single merciless shove. Sending it gliding deeply into my throat…I try to pull back but he grabs me by the hair, holding me in place as I gag around the length of him.
“What’s the matter Jen? Take it like a good girl...” Tears have returned to my eyes, but I don’t want him to stop. I fight to get used to him being buried so deeply in my mouth, “You remember…” he moans with approval as begin to suck gently, dragging my tongue along the soft underside just the way he likes it.
He yanks me up suddenly, pulling me by the hair to my feet. He kisses me roughly and then whispers, “I can taste my cock on your lips…that’s how it should be.”
I want him more than I can ever remember wanting him before, and my thigh instinctively wraps around his waist to pull him closer.
But he shoves it away and thrusts my body around, pressing me against the wall so harshly that my cheek scrapes painfully against the brick.
My skirt has fallen back down, but he rips it up around my waste, putting it in place before slamming his fingers inside me again. “Look how wet you are now,” he taunts, “You’re not supposed to enjoy this Jennifer.”
I couldn’t help it if I tried…he does things to me that no one else can.
His hand fucks me with such skill that within seconds I’m riding his fingers frantically.
“Tell me you like it Jen…tell me that he can’t make you feel like I do.” He sounds bitter and despondent again.
“He doesn’t Justin…no one does.” my confession is carried out with a moan of lust.
With that, he rips his fingers from me and I feel the relief of him stroking my clit with the head of his cock…a feeling I have gone much too long without.
“Fuck me Justin…please…I need it…I need you.” I beg for him shamelessly.
“Say it again…” he speaks against the back of my neck, sending chills racing up and down my spine.
“Fuck me!” I repeat without hesitation.
“No…”
I realize what he wants to hear and so I whisper, “I need you…” once more.
He fills me as the words leave me…sliding into me deeply and with great force, sending a scream of pain and delight rushing from me.
His hand flies around my mouth once again, “You promised to be quiet Jen…I warned you.”
He begins to hammer into me…fucking me savagely as the brick rips at my cheek harder. It hurts, but still, I don’t want him to stop.
He begins to moan, the sound of him causes my cunt to grip him tighter and although the pain he is delivering is intense, the pleasure that comes with it is greater. My own screams of desire are muffled by the palm of his hand which is still pressed to my lips, but when he hears them, he pulls his hand away.
“Cum for me Jen…let me make you cum…let me listen to you…just one more time.”
His voice is quiet and thick with sex, it sends me over the edge and waves of bliss, incomparable to anything I have ever felt before crash into me as I moan his name over and over.
I feel his cock swell and burst inside of me…sending the exquisite warmth of his cum rushing through me.
He slows and sweeps my hair away from my neck and places a heartbreakingly gentle kiss there. “You’re mine Jen…forever.” He steps away, and lovingly smoothes my skirt…and then he is gone.