by Andi Jaxon
“Are you okay,” Elliot asks into my hair.
“I think so,” I say into his shirt.
He gives me one more squeeze before pulling me back to arm's length.
“Did he hurt you?” Elliot asks, not knowing how hard Jared had a grip on my arms.
“Um, I’ll probably have some bruises on my arms but nothing too bad. I just want to get to work, forget this happened.” I say to Elliot, feeling defeated.
Wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side, Elliot turns us away from the elevators and moves us towards his desk.
“I’ve got some tiger balm in my desk. It’ll help with those bruises.” He says as we get to his desk. He grabs the little jar with the copper-colored lid and turns back to me, notices that I have long sleeves and a crease forms between his eyebrows.
He’s never approved of the men I’ve dated, ever. They’ve never been ‘good enough’ for me, or so he says. Just like in high school when it was time for the junior prom. I know Elliot must have intimidated every boy in my class before he graduated the year before into not asking me. He promised he would go with me, even though he never went to his own. He was quiet and pensive around others, but with me, he was a different person.
...Elliot is standing in front of his parent's house in a tux, including a bow tie. I have a knee length emerald green, cocktail dress with a chiffon waistband and satin banded tulle skirt, the nude lined bodice is covered in a lace fabric with small scattered matching jewels and an open back. My fiery red hair which I hate so much is in perfect ringlets down my back. I would normally have worn it up, but for Elliot, I wore it down.
Elliot’s mom is snapping away with the camera, saying things like “don’t you two look cute together” and “what a cute couple you two make.” Elliot’s face is bright red, no doubt embarrassed by his mom’s antics. “Enough, Mom,” Elliot snaps, making me giggle. “Time to go, AB.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me along behind him to his car, a white 1989 Honda Accord that is in remarkable condition, given its age. He opens the door, and I can tell he is trying not to stare at my legs as I get in. Once I’m situated, he walks around the car and gets behind the wheel. He sighs, looking down at his lap. “I’m sorry about that. Why she insists on embarrassing me, I’ll never know.”
I laugh and say “It’s fine E. How many times do I have to tell you not to apologize for your family? I know how they are, and I love them anyway.”
Elliot slams his hands against the steering wheel, “Doesn’t she think that if we were going to date, we would have by now? Why can’t she let it go that you aren’t interested?” Elliot takes in a long breath then lets it go, “Let’s just get out of here.”
“Sure,” I roll my eyes and looks out the window. I never said I wasn’t interested. A few minutes into the drive I say, “I don’t want to go to prom.”
“What?” Elliot shouts in surprise. “Why not? When did that change? And why the hell am I in a monkey suit if you don’t want to go? I look ridiculous.”
“First of all, you look damn hot in that ‘monkey suit,’ as you called it, and I just don’t want to go to make nice with everyone I’m just going to see on Monday anyway. It's stupid. Plus, I know you’re going to be miserable, so let’s do something else instead? Please?” I clasp my hands together and stick my lip out at him. He huffs then says, “Okay crazy girl, what did you have in mind?”
“I need a chocolate shake and French fries,” that was a no-brainer.
Shaking his head, Elliot says, “Of course you do. You know those are going to make you fat one day, right?”
I shrug at him, “Eh, that’s future me’s problem.”
Elliot barks out a laugh then gets a serious look on his face. “What a minute. Did you say I look hot?”
He has got to be kidding me right now, “Oh my god Elliot, seriously? Do you own a mirror?”
“Yeah, I do, and I also have eyes that see just fine. You, however, look ridiculous. You seem to be missing the back of your dress.” He says with a smirk and one eyebrow raised.
“I take it back, you look like a penguin.” I try damn hard to say without smiling but fail miserably.
“That’s it, missy, we’re going to go play mini golf, and you only get your shake and fries if you beat me,” Elliot says before getting back on the road, heading toward the town mini golf course.
“Elliot! That’s not fair! You ALWAYS win!” I screech at him.
“Eh, sounds like you’re gonna be hungry then...”
That's how it has always been with the two of us. Elliot has always made it his mission in life to make me smile. I’m really dreading the day when he finds someone he loves more than me. I will never be his ‘forever’ love. Just the best friend, but he is never going to be my forever love either because he isn't my Psycho. I’m afraid Jared is.
CHAPTER FIVE
ELLIOT
I can’t believe that douche showed up at work and threatened her like that. The worst part is I saw that look in her eyes. She is going to take him back. Whatever he had said to her, she liked it. I can even go so far as to say she desired it.
I slam my drawer shut, and my cup of pens topples over onto my desk. I try to let them stay there, but eventually, my need for order and control wins out. I grab the pens and rearrange them to maintain order. I bend down to pick up the pens off the floor. As I’m bending down, I look up and notice the office playboy Maddox standing over near AB’s desk. She is smiling up at him as he leans against her desk.
God dammit, please don’t do the hair thing AB. I start walking toward her, and I see her flip her hair over her right shoulder as she giggles at something he said, fuck, she did the hair thing. This isn’t good, not one bit. I get closer, and I catch the tail end of their conversation.
“...so I’ll pick you up at 6:30?” Maddox says to AB.
“How about I just meet you there around seven? I have a meeting that starts at four that day, so just in case it runs late.”
“Sounds like a plan. See ya later, Annabelle.” He says over her shoulder like he’s mocking me. “Hey, Elliot.”
Annabelle jumps slightly in her chair and looks over her shoulder. I can’t help but chuckle.
“What the hell, Elliot? You sneak around like a ninja in the dark or something. Did you want something other than to eavesdrop on my conversation with Maddox?”
“I was coming to see if you wanted to grab lunch, but it seems like you got a better offer,” I say, trying not to sound irritated.
“Shut your mouth. Lunch would be great, and it's your turn to buy,” she says with a smile.
“Good, cause I’m in the mood for sushi.” I smile back at her.
“I hate sushi, Elliot!” She whines as she bends down and grabs her purse from her bottom desk drawer.
“Well, then I guess you're buying lunch then.”
“I hate you, you know that right?” She pretends to be grumpy, but I know her better than that.
“You can hate me all you want on the way to lunch, hurry up I’m starving. I’ll drive.”
I laugh all the way to the parking garage.
ANNABELLE
Something must have been the push Psycho needed to make a move finally. While I was on my way to my car after work, a man came up behind me, covered my eyes and mouth, told me to be his ‘Good Girl’ and not make a sound.
I trembled with anticipation but nodded my head in agreement. His body is hard with muscle and a good head taller than my 5’6” frame.
“Such an obedient girl. Keep your eyes closed, just feel.” He says in my ear, his breath warming my cheek.
His voice is rough, like a growl that tingles its way down my spine as he moves me around to the hood of my car. I can barely make out a clean scent above the gasoline and grease of the parking garage. He pushes my legs against the bumper, trapping me between the car and his hard body. He doesn’t need to worry about me running from him; nothing could make me leave.
; “Palms on the hood,” he growls at me, a deep rumble that I can feel against my back. Leaning over the car pushes my ass into his groin, which is standing at full attention and makes me quiver. I can’t help but rotate my hips to feel all of him, moaning as I do.
“Hold still,” he growls and slaps my butt, hard. Even through my skirt and nylons, it stings, but I’m wetter just the same.
He keeps a tight hold on my hair and slides his other hand up and down my side from the end of my skirt at mid-thigh to the side of my breast. My breathing is choppy, all I want is for him to touch me, claim me.
“You’re showing off more of your creamy skin than usual. I don’t appreciate other men looking at what is mine.”
Suddenly he’s holding my breast inside my shirt, his fingers find my nipple, and pinches it hard until I whimper. Using his grip on my hair and tit, he jerks me up against his chest and licks the shell of my ear with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh, God,” I whisper a moan as my breath hitches in my throat, and my knees threaten to give out.
“You. Are. Mine. Do you understand? No one touches what’s mine.” He says in my ear and nips my earlobe. Then he’s gone.
It takes me a minute or two to gather my wits and calm my breathing. I’m finally able to get into my car and drive home, my panties are soaked, and I won’t be surprised if there is a wet spot on my seat when I get home.
When I get home, I drop my purse and coat on the couch, toss my keys on the kitchen counter and plug my phone into the charger. I start peeling off my clothes as I make my way to the cold shower I desperately need.
The shower didn’t work. I’m still dripping wet, my skin hot and sensitive as I wrap myself in a towel. Walking into my bedroom towards the bed, I drop the towel at the foot and climb up towards the headboard, learn over to my bedside table to get my reliable silver bullet, then lay back with my head on my pillows.
I get into position, feet on the bed, knees bent and spread wide. I take one nipple in my fingers and pinch hard, bite my lower lip, and slide my bullet between my lips, spreading my juices around. My finger is on the button to click it on when my phone rings in the kitchen, halting my movements. I know that ringtone.
Seriously, Elliot? How do you always know when I’m doing something?!?
Tossing the bullet back in the drawer and slamming it closed, I grab a robe on my way out of my room in search of my phone in the kitchen.
PURSUER
I know what she is going to do. I can tell by the way she is rubbing her thighs together as she walks out of the shower. I got her nice and worked up in the parking garage today. It was so hard not to just take her right there over the hood of her car, but I must have patience.
I need her to understand how much I need her. I know some people would be freaked out by being watched, but not Annabelle. She needs to know I am watching her every move. That I know what she is doing at all times even when we are not together. The desire for one another is undeniably strong that we are unable to be apart.
Just seeing her dripping wet as she gets out of the shower, her hourglass figure silhouetted by the light from the bathroom makes the need that much stronger. Her long curly red hair would be so soft around my hand as I used it fuck her mouth. Her crystal blue eyes are staring up at me, tears from me hitting her gag reflex make the iris' shine. I feel my cock gnawing to get loose from my jeans. I reach down to tug at myself and groan at the small amount of relief I am granted.
I watch as she slowly crawls up the bed, her heart shaped ass perfect to take a pounding. When she lays her head on the pillow her perky round breasts bounce, her rosy nipples hard in the cool air. She reaches over to her bedside table and pulls out a tiny silver bullet. Oh no, my darling, that just won't do. I desperately want to watch her bring herself to climax, but I can't deny that the only way she will come from now on is on my cock.
ELLIOT
“You always have the worst timing,” she sounds flustered as she answers the phone.
“No, hello? Thanks so much, hun. Someone needs to teach you some manners.” I know I sound smug, I can’t help it.
“Whatever, ass. I'm busy. What do you want that can't wait till I see you at work tomorrow?” She says with a huff.
“Busy? Doing what? Let me guess brushing your hair a hundred times so you can be like Rapunzel.” I’m being a smart ass and getting a rise out of her is way too much fun.
“Um no, I was actually thinking about cutting it short. I need….”
I don't even let her finish the sentence.
“I don’t think so, AB. I’m gonna miss those curls. Don’t do that to me!” Just thinking about how soft her hair is, makes me hard. Wow, where the fuck did that come from?
“Wow, Elliot, tell me how you really feel about it. But I will cut my hair if I want to and there is not a damn thing you can do about it. Since when do you care about the length of my hair?” I hear her mumble something under her breath but can't make it out.
“If you must know, I have a date with my favorite silver bullet, so if you could tell me what you wanted, I could get back to it.” Now she sounds smug.
“Jesus, AB I do not need to know these things. I was just calling to remind you about the Peterson meeting in the morning. Don't be late this time! I have shit to do, and I can't cover your ass.” I try to sound disgusted but thinking about her playing with her pussy makes my dick hard.
“Okay, Dad! If that's all… oh, do you have a date for Alex’s engagement party this weekend? Your mom will have a cow if you don't make it to ANOTHER important family function! This is a big deal, Elliot. The least you could do is show your face. The numbers will still be there when you get home.”
There goes my hard-on, thanks, Annabelle.
“Let me guess, Mommy dearest called and asked you to help make sure I was there? Yes, I have a date, you. So, when am I picking you up?” She’s always my date to family functions since she’s the only one that can get me through them without killing someone.
“No can do, remember? I have a date with Maddox on Friday. I am hoping to extend that to going to the engagement party with me.” She’s laughing at me now.
“Then I’m not going. I hate my sister and these big gatherings so either you're my date, or I won’t be there. I'll pick you up at 5:30 p.m. and make sure you don't smell like him. We can grab some food before we head over. You know Ma and Alex will have that frilly shit that tastes like ass. I am not about to starve all night, so my sister can parade around and be the center of attention.” Maddox will not be spending the night with her; he’s a douche.
“Whatever, you never know he may be the one, and you will lose me forever. Look I gotta go, it's late and if we want to make sure I am on time for work tomorrow I need to get some sleep.”
“Is that code for ‘I can't take it any longer and need to rub one out before I lose my mind?’ I do not want to hear that. See you in the morning and don't be fucking late!”
PURSUER
I slip quietly back through the window. I hear her moan as she puts one finger into her pussy. I long to have my dick slam into that pussy, but not yet.
“Insert another one,” I growl through my teeth.
I sit in the large chair in the corner. She can't really see me, but I can see all of her. Her pussy juice glistens in the moonlight. I want to taste her cream so badly. It is probably better than the sweetest chocolate.
“Tired of watching the show from the outside?”
She starts to slide another finger into her pussy
“No,” I command. She halts all her movements. “That’s a good girl. Spread your legs wider for me, and open your bedside table. It's time for you to understand who you belong to.”
ANNABELLE
Oh shit. He's in my room. How did he get in my room? How long has he been in here?
The nipple he pinched earlier starts to tingle, and I'm soaking wet, dripping down my ass and onto the blankets underneath me.
Dropping my knees to the
bed as he commanded, I reach over with one hand to my nightstand and open the drawer. Inside is only one thing, one impressively sized dildo. My bullet? Gone. Suction cup base dildo that I love to use in the shower? Gone. Everything is gone and in its place, is a red cock that I hope against hope is what I think it is.
I pick it up and notice that my fingers don't quite meet around the girth, and is easily two of my hands long. It has a defined head with a silver hoop through the tip and a slight curve upward, perfect for hitting a g-spot. It’s not too veiny, but it’s wide and more rectangular than circular. I can feel myself getting wetter from just the idea of this stretching my pussy.
With the dildo in my hand, I lie back on the bed and look to the dark corner where he sits.
“Is this...um...is this a Clone-A-Willy?”
Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh.
“Different company but essentially, yes. It's a perfect copy of me, jewelry, and all.” I can hear the amusement under his rough growl. “From now on, the only pleasure you will find will come from that. From me. No more vibrating rabbits or whatever the fuck it is that you've been grinding your pussy on.”
“You? This is you?” I’m shocked that anyone would be able to walk around with this thing in their pants.
“Of course, it is. Why would I give you a copy of someone else's cock to fuck yourself with? Tease yourself with it.”
Holy fuck, did he say jewelry? Does he have a piercing?
Pointing the head down, I tease my folds with the tip. Spreading my juices up to my clit where I rub the head around, making my breath hitch. I want to cum so bad, and I'm already so close. I've been on edge for over an hour, needing the release.