Chapter 56– Hera

Chapter 56– Hera

I am trying not to think of how close he is, how I want to lean in and mold my skin into his if only to absorb some of his scent. I am definitely not thinking about the length of rod that is pressed against my drenched underwear, very nearly escaping the denim he's wearing. He holds me tighter to himself, squeezing my ass with the motion and the mesh between my legs grows even moist with more escaped arousal. But just when I think he will do something– kiss me, caress me, touch me where it aches the most– he pulls back.

My eyes are still closed, breath hitching in my throat in expectation when the click in the silence sounds. Yet the darkness doesn't quite go– more like some light enters. As for the glow, this time it's not from bulbs too ancient to even be functioning but a huge screen to the far end of the hall. The illumination is so disorienting that it takes me a while to realize that I'm staring at a theater, standing at the top of the platform where its tiered seats flow downwards in a semi-circle.

“Make yourself comfortable," Czar announces and the idea does nothing short of puzzling me.

I consider it. A theatre in the center of a dense forest. Must have been abandoned here for quite a while. To think he came here to fix what might have been broken just for tonight's meet-up– to have gone through all that trouble so I could watch a movie with him– is surprising amongst other things.

And I thought I was a loner. This guy is a raging recluse.

"How come you know all the abandoned, one-step-away-from-total breakdown spots in Novadale?” I head for a seat in the middle row, waiting for him to join me.

But he doesn't. “Why, are you scared the place is haunted?" His hands are in his pockets as he watches me settle. “Don't you roll with ghosts?”

I shrug. “Well you should have told me in advance. I would have brought some offerings.”

The opening credits of the movie roll by as the screen changes from blank white to black. I relax in my seat, eyes on him.

“And what is wrong with you?" He walks across the space, but does not head for me, instead goes down the steps, orange and black mask blending and standing out at intervals in the darkness. "Won't the ghosts of Novadale accept you as tribute?"

“I suppose they would," I tell him.

He is definitely in support, the asshole “I bet. But even they know I don't share. While I don't particularly believe in them, they will begin to believe in me if they dare touch what is mine.”

I am about to speak, tell him that I am not his when the video starts and my mouth snaps shut. My hearing kicks in first before my seeing so the deep breathing registers before I notice the man and woman on the big screen in front of me. All of a sudden the hall feels just too small, my throat too tight. That familiar feeling is there again– oppressive yet sweet at the same time… like death dipped in honey.

The woman's moans come again and my clit swells, tightens, prompting my gaze to move from the drama before me to look for Czar, wondering whether he is seeing what I am, about to ask what on earth he thinks he is doing but then notice that he is nowhere to be found in the sitting area. My gaze sneaks to stare at the screen again and that is when I notice that he is there, seated back against the platform that leads up to the wall where the projector is currently well, projecting.

His gait is relaxed, one knee in the air and the other on the floor, mask tuned in my direction.

Miss Dangereuse: What the fuck is this?

But he doesn't respond to my text. I see his head angle to stare down at his phone as the message comes in but then it lifts. He is definitely ignoring me.

Right above him the man is sending his organ deep inside his fuckbuddy and she is writhing, gripping the headboard like her life depends on it as he keeps plunging inside her. Her eye balls are at the back of her head at this point and my brain is already screwing me dressed like Czar.

I want to get up, leave here before I make some questionable decisions but I can't even get up. I'm so swollen I am unable to concentrate. For a task as simple as walking, I can't bring myself to decide which nerve endings activate my legs and deep down I know I really don't want to leave.

I want to feel that way.

I want to be railed until my voice is hoarse from screaming. I desire to be fucked in my pussy so hard I can't see or hear anything and I want Czar to do it. Admitting it does more than scare the hell out of me. It makes me drip even more than I was.

And he notices.