Annabelle's Angst: NEW ADULT CONTEMPORARY SUSPENSE ROMANCE

by Bree Branigan

  He flipped her over and entered her from behind. He was no slouch. He knew she'd like it hard and fast. He could sense her body trying to taking him in full by pushing up against him with counter thrusts.

  “Oh God!” Anna yelled. “Keep going… just like that... just like that.” She clutched the sheets once more.

  Charlie held her firmly. She ground and rotated her ass against his groin, groaning in ecstasy. Faster and stronger he thrust. He could feel her wrapped tightly around him, begging for his release. Finally, Charlie gripped her with his final thrusts, her voice filling the room as both their bodies peaked.

  “Here I come!” Charlie announced as his strength left him and his juices lingered between himself and Annabelle. When his release was complete, he fell on top of her, his body further warming hers. They remained in this position for some time. Neither spoke, until Anna broke the silence:

  “That was– you were great.”

  With Anna lying on her stomach and with him lying on top of her, Charlie whispered into Anna's ear, “Thank you. But I had an excellent partner.” He stopped to watch her smile. “You're as fierce as they come. I might be in love.”

  “Ha ha, Charlie, there's something I need to tell you...”

  Sensing her seriousness, he released her from beneath him, “What is it?”

  Annabelle sighed, her cupid lips ;pouted for a moment. “I really don't know how else to put this, so I'm just going come right out and say it. Charlie, I'm a nymphomaniac; I'm addicted to sex.”

  Charlie chuckled, “You coulda fooled me!” Then he noticed the solemn expression on her face, “You're serious?”

  “Fortunately or unfortunately, yes, I'm serious. I had a doctor confirm it. You can guess how that ended. But the point is that I can't live without sex. I'm telling you this because if you want us to keep seeing each other, you're going to have to deal with my... urges.”

  Charlie watched as Annabelle averted eyes. He felt astounded by the fact that she felt embarrassed by such an attractive trait. He held her face in his hands and gently brought her cheeks to face him placing a kiss on her lips:

  “I'm glad you told me, and I'll be happy to indulge you.” He then caressed her breasts, “I can't think of single reason not to. For as long as I'm here, I'll satisfy your needs, if you'll have me that is.”

  Annabelle smiled a girlish smile, her long lashes resting on her cheek. “Then it's settled.”

  “Great,” Charlie declared impishly. “Now bring your sweet body back over here.”

  Chapter 4

  Charlie and Annabelle happily walked through the streets of Boston, their hands interlocked. They were indifferent to the eyes of the people they passed in the street, and with good reason. Their arrangement had left them with a sense of security; blithe satisfaction. Annabelle was happy to find that Charlie was being a good sport. Not only was he obliging her sexual needs, he was also performing with a great deal of enthusiasm (as any man in his situation ought to have done). Their early morning session had been quite a treat, which saw Anna leaning her head on Charlie's shoulder as they walked, like a kitten that had been thoroughly well petted.

  “Hmm,” mumbled Annabelle, “I'm hungry. Maybe we should go eat”

  Charlie looked at her with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous smile, “Really now? Food this time?”

  Annabelle blinked blankly at him before lightly shoving him, “Oh you! I'm serious. We should get something to eat

  They found themselves in a humble but cozy Vietnamese restaurant

  When two steaming bowls of pho and some delectable looking spring rolls arrived, they began to chow down, especially Annabelle. Her appetites are ferocious, Charlie chuckled to himself.

  “So,” said Anna as she drank her diet coke, “Have you always lived in Canada?”

  He watched her lick the oil from her lips before he answered, “For the most part. I spent about a year in South Africa. That’s where my father is from. I revisit every now and again, but Canada will always be my first home.”

  Conversation was exciting and stimulating; two interested people learning more about one another.

  “Hmm.” Charlie appeared deep in thought. He looked at Annabelle, his eyes struggling to meet her gaze, “Say Annabelle, there's something I've been meaning to ask you. I feel a bit silly asking this but... have you made this agreement with any other guys?”

  Annabelle, her spoon halfway to her mouth, stopped mid-air and looked at Charlie, whose face reflected his inner doubt. She set her spoon down on the table.

  “What do you mean? Why are you asking that all of a sudden?” She slurped her soft drink loudly.

  “I don't know. I guess I just want to get a better understanding of our dynamic. I'm thrilled to be doing what we're doing, but it just kind of weighs on the mind is all.” Charlie kept his eyes on the dish in front of him.

  Finally, Annabelle sighed. “Look, Charlie, we're just having a good time. Don’t get worked up about things. Sure, in the past I have had boyfriends and one night stands, but this is somewhere in between. What we have is fun and simple; there's no need to complicate things with my past.” She reached forward and so did he; their hands met.

  Suddenly, Charlie perked up, “You know, you're right. I didn't mean to put you on the spot. I'm comfortable with the current arrangement. I'll leave it alone. Our sex life’s great. You won’t be hearing any complains from me!”

  “Good,” said Annabelle cheerfully. “But now that you've mentioned it, why don't we...” she inclined her head toward the men's bathroom.

  Charlie's eyes grew wide. “Wait,” he whispered, “you're not suggesting... you mean here?”

  Anna nodded her eyes twinkling, a naughty expression on her face, “Uh-huh.” She got up and whispered in Charlie's ear: “Don't keep me waiting.” With that, she disappeared into the back of the restaurant.

  Charlie paused for moment, deliberating. Finally, he got up and muttered to himself, “Like there's even anything to think about...”

  He walked swiftly toward the men's bathroom and entered. There were no lingering men and only one of the stalls appeared locked. He approached and knocked. The stall door opened and Annabelle pulled him inside.

  Once inside, the two began kissing feverishly; Annabelle's blouse was already off. Charlie pulled down his pants and sat on the covered toilet bowl. Annabelle wasted no time in lifting up her skirt and straddling Charlie's lap, bouncing up and down on his throbbing erection. He gripped her hip, giving her ass a light squeeze as she moved. This was a novelty event, just like their first encounter. The sound of clapping flesh echoed lightly in the bathroom.

  Suddenly Charlie and Anna stopped altogether. They could hear two people entering the bathroom, chatting. The couple tried to control their breathing as the visitors talked openly about sports. Soon, Annabelle placed her hands on her knees and began to gently and cautiously move her hips up and down. Charlie watched the hypnotic and sensual movements. This woman was a goddess in human form. They struggled to remain silent, while the thrill of the possibility of being caught provided an exhilarating rush.

  Finally, the two visitors could be heard leaving. With that, Charlie moved Anna and positioned himself behind her. She placed her hand on the cubicle door in front and Charlie began giving her some deep and powerful strokes, rocking her body and her core. Lost in the bliss of their lust, the two soon wilted with delight and satisfaction after a job well done.

  *

  Charlie and Anna exited the restaurant in a fit of giggles. Things were going so well they pondered how they should spend the rest of this glorious day.

  “Maybe we should go see a movie. Hey, Anna. Are you listening?” Charlie noticed that Annabelle had suddenly frozen in her tracks. Her eyes remained fixed on the figure walking toward her. Her lips twitched a little. Her face blanched.

  “Well, if it isn't old Annabelle West. I haven't seen you in while.” The tall, stocky stranger stared intently at Anna. His beady brown eyes were pi
ercing.

  Annabelle shrugged, “Hello, Chris.”

  “It's good to see you again. Who's your friend here?” The stranger’s voice was harsh, his accent Eastern European, Charlie figured.

  Annabelle hesitated, “Chris, this is Charlie. Charlie, this is... Chris... an old friend.”

  Unaware of Anna's nervousness, Charlie shook Chris' hand. Chris’s hands were large and rough, his handshake firm.

  “Well, Anna, I'm glad to see you're doing so well. Say, it's been awhile since you visited our old neighborhood. I think old Johnny would love it if you stopped by. What do ya say?”

  Annabelle struggled not to reveal her inner turmoil in front of Charlie. With an ex-boyfriend posing as a friend, she had little choice, “Yeah, I'll be sure to stop by.”

  “Great!” replied Chris with a hint of cunning, “Glad to hear it. I've got to go now, so I'll leave you two alone. It was nice seeing you again. I'll tell old Johnny you'll be making an appearance.” With that, he left.

  “Well he seems friendly,” commented Charlie, “a bit peculiar though.”

  “Charlie,” Annabelle croaked, “can we just get out of here.”

  Not certain what to make of her tone, Charlie pulled Anna to his side, “Yeah, sure. Let's go.”

  They walked in silence through the quiet streets.

  Chapter 5

  “Are you sure you don't want come back to my hotel?” asked Charlie.

  Annabelle averted her eyes and exhaled deeply. The evening was becoming chilly, so she used her hands to rub her upper arms. She welcomed the idea of spending the night warming her body with Charlie's, but she knew that tonight she would not get the chance.

  “No, it's okay. It sounds good, but I have to make a stop somewhere.” She looked at his slightly wounded expression, “I'll try to make it back to your place later.”

  “Promise?”

  “Yeah, I promise. Look, I have to go. I'll meet up with you in a bit.” She kissed him on the cheek and turned in the opposite direction.

  As Anna walked away, tears sprung to her eyes, but she blinked and swung her head, preventing them from falling. She moved with uncertainty through the cold streets. Chris was surely waiting for her. The thought made her tremble with fear and excitement. She reflected on how she had gotten herself into this predicament.

  A long time ago - a few years, in fact, when Annabelle was dating Chris, they had made an unusual pact. Being the dominant personality that he was, Chris had told her, on the day they broke up, that Anna must never refuse any of his future sexual advances. At the time, Anna had become furious and refused his ‘offer’ like any intelligent woman would. She found submitting to an ex-boyfriend to be ludicrous.

  But then Chris had threatened her. He’d told her that if she ever refused to have sex with him, he would show their very kinky sex acts to any man she may become involved with. He’d recorded them all! In the end, Annabelle agreed to the terms of the virtual blackmail. Despite the fact that they were no longer in a relationship, the two engaged in sexual activities throughout their subsequent independent relationships. Anna had grown to accept and enjoy it.

  It had been a while since she’d last seen him, so Anna had assumed it may finally be over. But, here was Chris once again in her life. And here she was standing at his door, deliberating her actions. As much as she was afraid of Chris, she was afraid of her desires even more. Chris knew her (and her body) better than anyone else; he knew just what buttons to press to stir her up. Her hatred for Chris and the guilt of her sex cravings clashed. Shivering, she knocked on the door. She could hear someone approaching. Soon the door opened.

  “Well look who’s here!” Chris grinned at Anna's silent, still figure standing there. “You look a little down today, Anna darling. But don't you worry. I'll fix you up; I'll fix you up real good. Now get that fine ass in here.”

  Annabelle stepped inside the house with Chris walking behind her. His hands reached beneath her arms and cupped both her breasts. He began to squeeze hard while kissing her neck:

  “See,” he murmured as she relaxed her neck, “you're already starting to feel it. Your nipples are getting hard.” He led her to the bedroom.

  Annabelle bit her lip as they entered the room. She gazed at the sexual adornments: candles, handcuffs, and sex toys. She knew Chris meant business. He commanded her to get on the bed. She obeyed.

  Using the handcuffs and a pair of ropes, he fastened her hands and feet to the bed and stopped to stare at her. Annabelle remained still as he approached. Chris stood over here and placed his palm directly between her breasts:

  “Ooh your heartbeat... you're more excited than you're willing to admit. That's fine. To show that I'm not a total monster, I'll indulge you for a while.” Chris lowered himself and began sucking on Annabelle's nipples. She turned and twisted in her restraints, trying to hide her arousal. Suddenly, she felt his finger enter her. An erotic moan escaped her, causing her to bite her lips. Chris was in complete control of her senses. He lowered his head, and dragged his tongue down to her pussy, lapping and sucking, tormenting her. Her eyes grew dark with desire. Breathing raggedly, she half moaned, half spoke, “Chris . . .”

  When he felt he had properly withered her resistance, he chuckled a bit as he listened to her panting, “I know how much you love foreplay, but it's time you played with Old Johnny.” He reached down, unzipped his fly, and pulled off his pants. With Annabelle still tied to the bed, Chris positioned himself at Anna's moist lower front,

  “I'll try my best to enjoy this almost as much as you.” He perched himself on top of her, rubbing his erect penis up and down her moist slit. “Does that feel good?” he purred. She closed her eyes and tried to keep the intense feeling of pleasure from her face. She was burning with desire. With that, he entered her and wasted no time in heightening his rhythm. Annabelle held on tight. She could feel Chris' penis raging inside of her. She caught herself moving her hips toward him and quickly stopped herself. She didn't want to give herself to him; he could take what he wanted without her being overly submissive. The irony of these thoughts made her close her eyes. Here she was, performing one of her fetishes, not with the man she wanted, but with the man she loathed. She tried to deny any satisfaction Chris brought her, but with each thrust inside her, she realized her complaints lacked credibility. This was sex after all; the pleasure she felt only proved that Chris could not take all the blame. She felt her fingers digging into his back as she arched hers.

  Soon Chris untied her and told her to assume the position. She knew what he meant. Chris drew for a broad wooden paddle, and with Anna's ass in the air, he proceeded to spank her hard with the paddle. Annabelle's body jiggled from each hit. He knew her too well. He began striking her all over her body and when he felt she had had enough, he commanded her to finish him off with her mouth. She did as she was told and placed Chris' manhood in her mouth. She worked her lips vigorously until finally, Chris fired his hot white load. Annabelle then stood up. She and Chris stared heatedly at each other.

  “Are we done?” she asked dryly.

  “We are, for today at least. Just keep up your end of the deal and that man of yours will never have to see the tapes we made. Speaking of tapes, I also recorded our session just now. I kept the video camera hidden. Not that you need much motivation.”

  “You're despicable! “she spat.

  “And the fuck of your life so there's really no need for name calling. Now hit the shower. At least clean yourself up before you leave.”

  Throat constricted, holding back tears, Annabelle marched deliberately into the bathroom to have a long cold shower.

  *

  When Annabelle arrived at Charlie's hotel room it was after ten o'clock.

  “There you are,” he cried upon seeing her. “I've been waiting for you. Wait what's the matter?” His brow furrowed. He looked at her closely and noticed the bruises on her arm. “W-Where the hell did you get those? Quick! Come inside.” His expression was the picture of
distress.

  Anna shuffled solemnly inside, dropping her body onto the couch. He questioned her again.

  “I'm fine,” she muttered, staring at the ground.

  “No, you're not. Please, Annabelle. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'll do whatever I can to help, but first you have to trust me, okay?”

  Anna looked up into Charlie's eyes, which were brimming with concern. She sighed, “All right.”

  And so she told Charlie where she had been and what she had done. She told him of the agreement between herself and Chris. When she had finished speaking, Charlie was red-faced, fury written all over it. His knuckles clenched. He was ready to crack skulls.”

  “That's it! I'm calling the police. You know what, forget that. I'm going to wring his neck!”