Page 48 of Pretty Broken Wings

I whirl on him, keeping the kitchen island between us.

He glances at me briefly and then does a double-take. One of his hands twitches.

I glare.

“You… okay?” he asks.

My skin gets hot. “Oh yeah, I’m okay. Totally fine.”

Max evaluates me, then blinks once. “Ookay…” Then, slowly, he reaches for his controller.

Which makes adrenaline rush through my veins. “Because of course I’d be okay. I get great sleep every night. Not like someone’s waking me up then keeping me up for hours.” My whole body is thrumming, waiting for him to unplug the controller and throw it at me. If he does, there’s a butter knife right by my hand. I’ll teach him to hit me.

But he doesn’t. “Oh, fuck. Sorry.”

I stare at him.

He raises both hands. “Didn’t know I was keeping you up.”

“Well, you gotta stop. I can’t sleep.”

“Sure, okay. Yeah, no problem.” He looks at me like he thinks I’m crazy.

Maybe I am crazy. I feel crazy, standing there stiffly, waiting for him to attack me. When he doesn’t, the energy still doesn’t go away. “Is that it?” I ask.

“That was my bad.” Max eyes me, then the TV.

Still, no effort to get up and hand my ass to me.

“Is that all?” He clearly wants to play his game. As if this meant nothing to him.

I guess it is.

Slowly, I go back to the dishes, but my entire body still feels stiff. That’s not how easy life is. If he’s not gonna beat my ass, he’s gonna do something.

Why the hell couldn’t he just beat my ass and get it over with? At least then, I’d know what to expect.

Two weeks later, I’ve had a long day at work pulling overtime, and all I want to do is sleep for the foreseeable future. I fall into bed, passing out almost immediately.

The next day, I’m horny. The house looks weird, but there’s a hot guy here, and all I want to do is climb him like a tree. So I do, hugging him to me. His thigh brushes my clit, and it sends a thrill through me.

Suddenly, the guy fades, and I’m looking at the edge of my pillow. The horny feeling doesn’t stop, though. What is going on?

Something licks at my opening. Slowly, I realize I’m waking up. Someone’s head is between my legs, licking between my vagina and my asshole. I blink awake. It’s Max. He has my cheeks spread so he can tongue my ass.

I’m so confused. Was I dreaming? Max continues assaulting my hole. My body is already wired, pleasure running through me, and I’m not fully awake. I think this is wrong. I think it’s wrong, but I’m on the edge of coming.

You weren’t ready. You should have seen this coming.

I squeeze my eyes shut, wanting to go back to that pleasant fog. No. I don’t want to wake up. I want to stay asleep. Because something tells me that around the corner of consciousness, there’s a monster of bad feelings waiting. I know it’s there. I can sense it.

Instead, I focus on the feeling of my body. The feelings that I didn’t ask for but are there anyway. They feel warm and inviting. Warmer than the monster. These feelings won’t hurt me. These feelings want me to come.

So, I flit my hand down to massage my clit. The warmth seeps into me more, and I squeeze my eyes shut, chasing it harder.

You’re not safe.

Fuck. I circle my fingers, pushing myself harder in the way I know feels good. I feel a shift behind me, and then a groan follows. I focus on nothing other than that safe feeling that’s creeping away faster than I can chase it down. Then, I push myself over the edge, coming on my fingers. There’s more shifting, and then something’s at the entrance of my pussy. It’s Max. He shoves his dick inside my pussy. He pumps a few times before coming.