Page 90 of Into the Blue

Trying to control my breathing, I nod, eyes never leaving the water. “Need your words, Racquelle. Tell me how many.”

“Four. You need at least four.”

“Good girl. Now, it’s been a minute so you might have forgotten the question that burns in my brain. The one that makes me hold on to mydoubts about you and want to keep you close all in the same breath. Know you won’t answer it. So, who were you on the phone with just now?”

Fuck.

It had been a while since he questioned me. My core tightens in preparation for what my body can sense is coming. Sweat rolls down my back at his proximity and also with trepidation.

I was so close to just telling him.

To let him know that Senior is my dad and why I’m here.

Tell him all about my plan and his role in it.

Especially if it means we can go back to how we were before I came out here.

But I can’t do that at all when I know the lengths he’s willing to go.

Taken off guard, I thought we had moved past this.

He was waiting.

He was patient in setting this trap for me.

The evening was going so well. I could have even been fooled into thinking that this date was real.

Blue never said this was a date.

He never agreed when I suggested either. Only redirected.

And I missed all of that.

“Can you take more?” His question comes when my silence persists as I try to unfuck the chess board I was not paying attention to in my mind. He was always thinking of how to get what he wanted. I had missed everything.

All the signs.

I’m back in the game now.

I was no virgin. I had done anal before. But I had never done it with any one or anything nearly as big as Blue.

Rocky, you’re in for it now.

My agreement is swiftly punctuated with another finger, wedging next to the previous two.

Those fingers I had massaged only hours before. I had helped soothe his aches and he was utilizing the efforts of my labor to send me into afrenzy. The pleasure of his soft coaxing in my back channel is bliss and torment in the same breath. It's overwhelming and breathtaking.

Anyone could see us.

Anyone could hear me though I try to contain my volume. My whimpers were barely subdued. I'm still hoping that I won't cause a scene or attention of someone out here.

That wasn’t what Blue wanted though. He always wants to hear me—every sound.

“Nah. I want all those cute little noises you make when you’re at my mercy. You’re already drippin’ down these thick thighs. I wanna clean it up with my tongue but only if you’re good and make it to this next finger. You know I hate lettin’ any of that sweet honey goin’ to waste. What do you say? Are you gonna let me inside this ass so I can get to the honey slidin’ down your legs?”

“Fuuuck,” is all I manage as I writhe over his fingers. The pinky is not much more of a stretch, but it is more than enough to show me how absolutely helpless I am right now. “Blue…”

I can’t think.