SIX

Indigo? Blue?

The sky outside was dark and alluring, but the lights scared around lit up the night as did many things; from the active traffic to billboards displaying bright and colorful pictures. It was a beautiful night, one which made you just want to go out and feel the cool breeze against your face.

Yalda had that feeling right now. She had merely glanced out the window and she suddenly lunged to be out there; she longed to feel the breeze in her hair, ruffling through her tough locks and blowing away all her stress.

Yet she found herself walking over to the counter and leaning on it, so she was perfectly bent over for Alexander.

“Your shoes, take them off,” He ordered as he came to stand behind her.

She stepped out of her flip-flops and her feet were met with the cold floors, but his warm hands compensated for the cold as they caressed their way up her thighs slowly. A shuddering breath left her as he brushed her nightshirt up to reveal the black lingerie she had underneath, and she squirmed in anticipation as he looped his fingers into the band of her flimsy underwear to roll it down her thick thighs.

“Remember what we talked about in the elevator earlier today?” He asked her.

Her eyes widened slightly and she attempted to straighten up but he placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her in place.

“Easy, Ms. Harris. Don’t get jumpy,” He said, “Are you scared already?”

“Should I be?” She asked him.

He chuckled humorlessly, the all too familiar sound which chilled her spine always.

“Well, you were rather petulant today,” He replied, “But it was a good day; we sealed the deal, and it is a fine evening.”

She dragged in a shuddering breath in hopes that it would calm her hammering heart.

“Shouldn’t we be out celebrating then?” She asked him.

Her eyes fluttered close as he began fondling her backside slowly. She suppressed a moan as he squeezed her ample flesh, but she couldn’t suppress a yelp as his palm met her cheek in a spank. She lurched forward and he chuckled once more.

“We are celebrating,” He told her as he resumed his fondling to appease the slight sting in her cheek. “Or do you not consider this celebrating?”

“I…I do.” She replied breathily.

Did she? That wasn’t what she had thought just now. But his hands felt so good, so very good; they had her crumbling, they had her melting. She gasped and lurched forward once more as the sound of yet another spank travelled through the kitchen.

“Then let’s celebrate,” He said right before he grabbed her and dragged her upright. He spun her around to face him before his lips crashed onto hers fiercely.

She should have known better; he never went out to celebrate a win or anything at all. She had learnt along the years that his ways of celebrating were different, he would either sit alone in the dark and tend to an expensive bottle of wine, or he would fuck her till she was drained completely.

She was breathless and her lips were bruised when their lips parted. Her chest heaved heavily as she stared up into his deep eyes hungrily. He pushed her back and she landed on her backside with a gasp, he stepped between her legs before undoing his fly determinedly.

“How are you feeling?” He asked her as his fingers slid into her hair to cup the back of her head.

She didn’t know what it was that she felt at the moment, her feelings had been quite chaotic all day. But she was certain she felt empty without him, she needed to feel him everywhere, she needed to feel him in her soul. He hadn’t done much yet she was already wet and ready for him.

“I don’t know…” She replied, “I’m not sure.”

His fingers locked in her hair and she flinched from the slight pain in her scalp.

“Are you rested well enough or not?” He asked her.

She didn’t need to think it through.

“I am.” She replied breathlessly.

And that was all it took for him to impale her. He seemed almost impatient as he began thrusting into her immediately, all the while, his fingers remained locked in her hair to restrict the movement of her head. Her moans filled the kitchen soon enough till she was breathless from his continuous intrusion. She gripped the edge of the counter till her knuckles turned pale and her fingers almost hurt.

“Oh my goodness,” She moaned breathlessly, “Oh God.”

He crashed his lips onto hers once more and she sloppily tried her best to return his kiss; he seemed impatient and insatiable, and she felt like she would implode. She felt like running away from the continuous pleasuring, she felt like just taking a breath for a split second. She tried placing her hands on his chest but he effortlessly grabbed both her wrists and pinned them down.

“Hands down, Yalda. Don’t make me cuff you,” He warned.

She knew better than to struggle or try to free her wrist, she knew he wouldn’t listen to her, she knew he didn’t care about her right now.

Did he care at all?

She shut her eyes tightly as her body rocked back and forth with every thrust.

“Open your eyes, look at me,” He ordered.

And the darkness of his tone had her prying her eyes open to look up at him. He seemed almost upset as he pounded into her ruthlessly.

“What are you?” He asked her, “Tell me what you are.”

His words were like a knife to her heart, she should have been used to them by now but she wasn’t sure she ever could. He always found a way to catch her off guard, to make her forget who she was and how messed up her life was right before he reminded her; his reminders being like buckets of freezing cold water being splashed on her.

“Tell me what you are, Yalda,” He bit out as he picked up his pace.

She couldn’t stop herself from screaming now.

“A whore,” She replied. “I’m a whore.”

“Whose?” He asked her, “Tell me who you belong to.”

“I am yours. I belong to you,” She almost cried.

She was right there, right on the verge of coming undone, and her eyes desperately begged him to push her over the edge. However, her body screamed as he suddenly withdrew himself from her depth, she wasn’t sure whether or not to scream or cry as the denial sought to drive her insane.

Her lips parted as she tried to speak but her spoke first;

“Don’t say a word.”

The warning was clear as crystal, and though it scared her, she went ahead to speak still.

“Please.” She shamelessly begged.

She needed this; she needed to feel him, she didn’t are what he was going to do to her, she just needed him to do something to her regardless of the fact that her heart was aching so very much.

He shook his head at her disobedience, but to her relief, he grabbed her hips, hefted her off the counter and set her down on her feet before he spun her around and bent her over the counter once more. The sound of his palm harshly meeting her ass once again travelled through the space as did her humiliating moan.

“You like this, don’t you, Yalda?” His deepened voice taunted her. “You like to be treated like a whore.”

Her heart clenched once more as did her throat but she nodded immediately.

“I do.” She replied breathily.

She would say and do anything at the moment just to get him to give her the release she so desperately wanted. He hit her again and she dug her classic French tip nails into the fine varnish of the counter as she hissed through the sting which eventually gave way to raw pleasure. His fingers once again slid into her hair and locked themselves uncomfortable before he slammed into her unexpectedly.

She almost choked on the scream that rippled through her throat as he resumed his punishing thrusts. The smooth countertop made it easy for her to rock back and forth with every thrust, the edge of the counter dug into her hips painfully but she didn’t care, not at the moment.

His pace quickened as he yanked her hair back to keep make her arch just how he wanted, and that was all it took to push her over the edge; her body shook violently as pleasure rippled through the entirety of her, through her soul. He continued to pound into her for a moment longer before he joined in her ecstasy.

His chest heaved heavily as he tried to catch his breath, and after a full minute he withdrew himself from her depths and backed away from her. He fixed himself quickly before tending to her.

“Breathe”. He said as he gently helped her up. “Breathe”.

He turned her around to face him and she had tears streaming down her cheek, not as a result of being thoroughly fucked but as a result of how humiliated she felt. She found herself unable to meet his gaze as he brushed her hair from her face gently.

She had tears streaming down her cheek, not as a result of being thoroughly fucked but as a result of how humiliated she felt. She found herself unable to meet his gaze as he picked her off the counter and set her down on her feet gently.

“Are you alright?” He asked her like he always did.

Lately, she wasn’t sure he actually cared whether or not she was alright; she felt like he cared about her body and nothing more. Nonetheless, she nodded.

“Good,” He said as he wiped her tears from her cheeks with his thumb.

She knew she wasn’t done with her, but she couldn’t help how her chest heaved heavily, she couldn’t help how more tears stung her eyes. She was crumbling and she needed to be on her own.

His fingers slid underneath her chin and he attempted to nudge her head up but she shook her head.

“I….i’ll head to bed now,” She told him.

He probably would have stopped her if he hadn’t noticed her unravelling, perhaps even he knew he had once again gotten to her deeply. He nodded before stepping aside and gesturing for her to pass.

Saying nothing more, she walked passed him quickly without caring about the fact that she had no shoes on.