Scarlet
“I knew you would eventually come to your senses.”
I’m lying next to Richard in bed, a small smile lining my lips. He’s caressing my bare arm as he leans his head on his hand with the other. He’s looking down at me with an expression I have come to love lately. Over the course of the last couple of weeks, he has been loving—attentive even. It wasn’t so long ago that he revealed he was in love with me. He hasn’t retracted his statement yet. In fact, he’s said it four times since, and every time, it’s during sex. He knows it drives me to the edge—he feels my orgasm racing with just those three tiny words. I think a part of him loves the fact that he has the power to make me come with one sentence.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask.
“You and me. We’re meant to be together. We always have been. And now,” he says, stroking his hand down my arm until he reaches my belly, “I’m going to put my baby inside there, so we can become a family—just like we always should have been.”
“Why are you so desperate to have a baby with me?”
“Because then you would always be mine. We would create something which belonged to you and me. No one could ever take that away from us. We would be bound forever—until our dying breaths.”
“What if I change my mind?”
He suddenly grabs me by the chin. “You won’t change your mind because I won’t let you. You came to me, remember? You promised me a baby, remember? Now, I expect you to keep that promise.”
Rolling on top of me, he takes my arms and pins them above my head. “You were mine since the day you were born.”
I smirk. “So you keep saying.”
He looks down at my lips before looking back up and into my eyes. “Open your legs. I’m going to fuck you, and I’m going to come inside of you.”
I diligently comply, slowly opening myself up to this tyrant of a man. “Since you asked so nicely,” I tease, knowing this will rile him up.
Bending down, he kisses me hungrily on the lips. It’s fierce, passionate, crazy, and sets my soul on fire. My hips move, bending to his will. I want him to enter me. I feel it with a passion.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, my breath coming away in gasps.
Keeping my hands pinned, I feel him kissing my neck. I close my eyes on a deep moan. “Fuck me,” I implore again, wanting to feel him inside me so much it burns.
He’s going slowly, and this is so unlike him. It’s frustrating. “Fuck me!” I shout, urging him on more. I feel like my insides will burn if he doesn’t enter me soon.
I scream, waking myself up from my dream. I’m panting and hot. In fact, I’m burning with a desire so strong, I feel like I may just combust any moment.
“Scarlet, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” David rushes to my bedside. It has been three days since the revelations, and for three days, he has been acting strange around me, but not once has he revealed to me the reason why. He has been trying to keep his distance, but the more he does, the more I want to go to him and push his boundaries.
I don’t do rejection well. I need to be loved.
I need his love.
My father’s love.
Still reeling from my dream, I writhe about the bed, moaning from the loss of contact. I may have hated Richard, but I still miss him. I still crave his touch—in whatever way he could give it.
“David,” I whisper, holding out my hand in the dark.
I feel the dip on the bed, followed by his hand in mine. “Are you sick? Do you need me to call the doctor?”
“No,” I answer, pushing the covers off of me. All I’m wearing is a long t-shirt David provided me for sleeping in. Apart from that I’m bare.
I pull myself up, straddling David’s lap. All I want to do is recapture that dream—and I don’t care about the consequences.
Placing my hands to David’s face, I cup them before capturing his warm lips with mine. David pulls away slightly. “Scarlet, we can’t.”
“Why not?” I ask, breathing heavily into his mouth. I kiss him again, more hungrily this time, and David accepts it at first. But then, just as suddenly as it had begun, he began to pull away again. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why not?” I ask again, wondering if he’ll finally tell me.
Knowing the possibilities, I should stop myself, but I’m too far gone now. Lust is taking over every square inch of me.
“You’re vulnerable right now. You’ll only regret it in the morning.”
“Would you?”
I start kissing the side of his neck. He doesn’t respond, so I grind myself against his hard shaft and revel in the glory when he moans. I start trailing my hands across his chest, kissing and nibbling the side of his neck. I can tell he’s highly aroused. His heavy breathing combined with the fact that his cock is more solid than I’ve ever felt it before tell me so.
“Don’t you miss me? Don’t you remember all those times when you had your cock inside of me? I want to feel it inside me, David. My pussy’s burning for you. Please, David, please,” I whisper in his ear before feeling braver and reaching around toward his lips. A part of me thinks he’ll reject me again, so I’m surprised when he kisses me back just as hungrily. We’re so out of breath that we have to keep stopping to take in air before seeking each other’s mouths out again.
“I can’t ever say no to you, Scarlet. You’re making it so hard. I never could resist you.”
“Then don’t,” I reply, pulling him down to me. I grab his hand and push it down to my pussy. “Feel how wet that is. It’s for you. It’s all for you. I’m ready, and I need you to fuck me so badly. Give in to your desires, David. Give in to me. Come down the rabbit hole with me,” I whisper, pushing his fingers into my wetness, coating them until they’re stacked with my juices.
“Fuck, Scarlet.” He lies on top of me, kissing me back with relish, but not making a move to fuck me. It’s getting me more and more frustrated.
Needing to move this on, I push up, whisking my t-shirt over my head before kissing him again. I push his head away from my lips and down toward my nipples making him suckle them until it drives me crazy.
With my hands free, I yank down his boxer shorts until his cock springs free. “Jesus, Scarlet. I can’t stop this. I should stop this, but I can’t.”
I lie back down, cupping his face in my hands. “Shh,” I say, lifting my hips up to meet his cock. As we stare into each other’s eyes, he lowers himself into me, closing his eyes on a moan as he does.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he breathes, opening his eyes back up to meet mine again.
On a smile, I kiss him and cry out when he starts moving inside of me. My insides burn in celebration at the thought that I have managed to get him to give in to me—give in to the sickness. Despite everything that’s transpired, and everything that could be, he still wants me. He can’t deny that he still desires me.
And I’ve never felt so turned on.
As he thrusts his way inside me, I cry out, screaming his name. “Yes!” I cry. “That’s it, David. Give it to me. Give me what I need. Fuck, you feel incredible.”
And he does. I never remembered us having sex being this explosive before. Every move he makes and every grunt he utters has my head spinning and my body shuddering with want.
“I can’t keep away from you,” he confesses, his voice a strangled cry.
I snap my eyes to his, and the feel of his intense stare hits me harder than ever. “Can you feel it?” I ask. “Is it just me?”
“It’s not … just … you! Fuck, Scarlet!” He starts thrusting harder and harder into me with each flex of his hips, and my head finds its way back into the pillow. I can feel it. That orgasm I was reaching for.
My ultimate goal.
It’s there, taunting me with success. In an effort to spring him into action, I grip his arse cheeks—one in each hand—and I cry out. “Fuck me,” I urge. “Give me what I need.” I squeeze hard, pressing his arse into my groin, and with every thrust, I feel it pressing hard against my clit. “You’re going to make me come!”
I scream his name, knowing I’m going to blow at any second. I’m at that beautiful point of no return.
“I can never get enough of you. I can’t resist. I don’t even want to resist.”
Knowing what David is referring to causes my orgasm racing to the surface.
Yes, I am a sick, sick bitch.
“Say you want me,” I urge, grinding him inside me more until he grunts.
“I want you. By fuck, I always want you.”
“Say you need me,” I scream, knowing it’s there and holding me hostage.
“I need you, Scarlet. I can’t say no. I can’t. Fuck, Scarlet, I’m going to come!”
And with that, my orgasm rolls over that surface, crashing down like a tsunami wave. “David!” I scream, moaning and scratching his back like an animal.
David’s pace quickens as he races to find his own release. “Shit, Scarlet! You feel so fucking tight.” With one more deep thrust, he throws his head back groaning as he comes inside of me.
With his orgasm subsiding, David relaxes, keeping himself tucked in between my legs as he breathes deeply into the base of my neck.
As my own breathing calms, I stare up at the ceiling, and a mischievous smile touches my lips. There’s something quite satisfying when you know you’ve succeeded in pushing the boundaries—knowing that you’ve done something that’s completely wrong.
Completely sick.
Completely twisted.
But, by fuck does it feel so good—so delectable—so right. As I think on this, the song “I’m Gonna Show You Crazy” by Bebe Rexha pops into my head. It makes me smile.
“I’ve missed you,” he confesses between breaths. He’s still high on euphoria from his recent orgasm. A part of me wonders if he’ll just forget about what happened yesterday and throw caution to the wind, but another part of me thinks it’ll plague him once the buzz of his orgasm completely subsides.
Pulling my hand up, I start threading my fingers through his hair. A tender gesture on my part—one that makes me frown a little. I’m not normally the tender type.
“Can I confess something to you?” I ask, hearing his breathing stop when I say it.
He pulls himself up and out of me before sliding next to my sweaty frame. “Of course. What is it?” He looks down at me, breathing his hot breath against my face. Again, he looks different from what I remember of him when I lived here all that time ago. I guess, at the time, all I had on my mind was revenge. I didn’t spend the time to get to know David or to be with him in more than a sexual capacity.
“I used you when I first came to live here.”
“I know,” he answers, but there’s no malice in his tone.
“I’m sorry about that.”
Tenderly, he strokes a strand of hair away from my face before brushing my cheek. “No need to be. I was just as much to blame. I took advantage of the situation because I was unhappy. You were a beautiful young girl offering an ageing man a chance to be young again. Selfishly, I took whatever you could give me. I was transfixed—even a little obsessed—the first time I laid eyes on you.”
Feeling inquisitive, I ask, “Did you ever cheat on Mum—other than with me, of course?” He shakes his head. “Be honest,” I chuckle.
He starts laughing himself. “I am being honest. Despite what you may think of me, I don’t cheat in a marriage—no matter how unhappy. You were the only person who ever tempted me. I had offers in the past, which I could have taken, but I turned every single one of them down. It was only you who broke me. I don’t know …” He turns his head away, deep in thought. “There was just something about you that I couldn’t put my finger on.”
I start wondering if he’s referring to what he found out from my mum, so I have to ask. “And what about now? Can you put your finger on it now?”
Out of nowhere, he sits up, rubbing his face in his hands on a sigh. “No.” That’s all he offers on the matter.
Getting up on my knees, I scoot to where he’s seated at the edge of the bed and wrap my arms around him from behind. “Are you okay?”
He places his hand on my arm and leans his head back on my shoulder. “I think I might be just tired, that’s all. I should go back to bed.”
He starts to get up, but I hold him. “Why don’t you sleep here with me?”
“I just thought you might want to be by yourself.”
I know why he’s running now. He feels guilty about what we’ve done. “I want you here. I want to know what it feels like to sleep in your arms. I never got the chance before.”
“Scarlet, you don’t owe me anything.”
“I know I don’t. I’m not doing this out of a sense of obligation. I want this.” I take a sigh before saying, “Please.”
With that begging word leaving my lips, David turns his head towards me with a smile. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist it. “Okay,” he replies, scooting in the bed and offering me his arms. I smile, cuddling up next to him and placing my hand over his chest. I feel David take in a deep breath before starting to stroke my hair. It’s affectionate and loving, and it surprises me how much I’m enjoying it.
But then again, why should it surprise me?