Elliot & I [Part 1]

I think I loved him. No – I knew I loved him. The way he gazed at me like I was worth more than any soul to have walked this earth. The way he caressed my body when we were alone, and the way he stole precious touches when we weren’t alone was what had my heart racing. There was something about him that kept drawing me closer to him. Even though he was a flame that was sure to burn me, I couldn’t help but keep walking towards the light, almost like a moth that couldn’t pull itself from the bright light that teased it. The closer I moved towards him, I knew my life would spin out of control. But I was sure once I got to him, he’d centre me.

Even now as I stare at him from across the ceremonial dinner hall, I can see the small smile that crept onto his lips as he feels my gaze glide across his body. I didn’t even want to be here. These events were not to my interest, not like I was against charity events or events that gave recognition to people who had made such an impact within the community. But tonight was not the night I wanted to be out. Smiling at people I didn’t like. Sitting amongst strangers who my parents forced down my throat and engaging in conversation that bored me more than enticed me. They discussed subjects such as politics and plans for the community, as I sat amongst a number of community leaders. But none of what they had discussed reached my heart, let alone my ears.

After graduating I knew that joining a career that allowed me to explore my creativity was where I needed to be. But once my parents had caught wind of this idea, there had been an agonising two-hour argument about my life, which I obviously had no control of.

“Alexandra Bennett, you will not talk back to your mother. We have decided you will join a political program that offers you many opportunities and that is final!”

My dad shouted over my complaints. And even as tears pricked the sides of my eyes, he ignored them and shoved clothes in my face, reminding me the limo would be picking us up in 20minutes. It broke my heart that my parents knew so little about me, and still wanted to pull me away from things that I enjoyed. But the one thing they couldn’t pull me from, was him. They tried on many occasions to stop us from seeing each other. But, there is only so much a parent can do.

My mother followed my gaze and audibly sighed, nudging me slightly to wake me out of my trance.

“Harold, I didn’t know he would be here.” My father followed her gazed and caught Elliot’s eyes. Elliot ignored his stare and kept his eyes on me, whilst I bit my lip, nerves and excitement playing in my stomach.

“Neither did I. If I had known that was the case, I would have told Alexandra to stay at home.”

My father coughed pulling me out of Elliot’s trance again, causing me to stare at my parents, who were more than angry that I was entertaining this little staring battle I had with Elliot. My mother shifted in her seat as my father leaned closer to me.

“Alexandra, we will not have anymore of this behaviour tonight. You will behave and if I catch you looking over in that direction, you will have me to answer to.”

Father rarely threatened me, until Elliot came into my life. I wasn’t sure what they hated about Elliot most. Whether the fact that he didn’t fear them as powerful beings or the fact that he was white. Either way, my parents had never admitted to what it was that brought so much distaste to their mouths at the mention of Elliot, but I knew it was to do with whom he was. My parents weren’t racists, or so I would like to think. They were people who cared more about image than they did of their own child’s happiness. And if communal leader and powerful businessman, Harold Bennett, let his only daughter fall in love with a white boy, would be a shame to him and his parental skills. I’m sure it was this that had pushed my parents into keeping me away from Elliot. But they couldn’t stop the strong pull we shared, no matter how many times they tried to lock me away from him.

“Did you hear your father Alexandra?” My mother whispered in a sharp tone. I nodded my head slightly, looking at the table not trusting my eyes to not wonder towards Elliot’s direction. I heard my father whisper a ‘good’ and resumed his chatter with other businessmen he planned to make future plans with.

I hadn’t analysed a table as much as I did tonight. I told myself not to look up, as I knew Elliot would still be looking at me. But as time passed it grew harder to fight the urge to stare at him, knowing what my heart wanted but couldn’t have. My father had excused himself as he and a few other men wanted to continue business discussion away from the ladies. My mother smiled and took a sip of her wine, sliding into conversation with the other wives who had nothing better to do with their lives other than be false with each other. I lifted my head and not to my surprise Elliot was watching me. He wore a pained look, knowing something was wrong, but I gave him a small smile, an attempt to reassure him things weren’t as bad as they may have looked. He smiled back and gave me a quick wink, making me feel like a little schoolgirl who was sneaking around with her boyfriend.

“Alexandra?”

“Yes!” My head spun quickly in her direction.

“Did you hear Mrs Monroe?”

“No sorry, I was lost in thought.” My mother eyed me, before ignoring her suspicion and repeated what Mrs Monroe had told her.

“Mrs Monroe just let me know her son is single. He just recently graduated too, from what course again?”

“Law, he’s a smart boy my Kevin is. You both should meet up, I hear you’re single too?”

I couldn’t mask the horror that crept on my face as I watched my mother smile in delight. So she not only wanted to control my life, but now she was playing cupid with it too? I sat numb for a few seconds, before anger bubbled in my chest. Was not taking my life enough? What more did my family want that would make them happy enough to leave me be? It was bad enough I studied a course in university that I loathed, but I thought after I graduated the hassle would ease. But they hadn’t bargained on me meeting Elliot and instead everything got worse. I pushed my chair out, trying to keep my anger at bay, before excusing myself from the table.

“Where are you going?” My mother questioned.

“Toilet mother, unless you wish to escort me there?”

She kept quiet and with that, I took my leave desperate for air and space. They were crowding me so much I thought I was going to suffocate in their presence. I made my way to a deserted balcony, that wasn’t too far from the dinner party and took a deep breath. The air burned my lungs as I inhaled. I clutched the edge of the balcony and let the cold air brush pass the little skin that I showed in my expensive designer dress. It did little to show the beauty of my figure, and the only revealing part of my dress was the fact that it was sleeveless and had a slit running up my right leg. My parents had decided what dress I wore tonight. Making sure the family image was up to everyone’s expectations. Taking another deep breath, I sighed wondering how different my life would be if I weren’t born under the known and respected leader, Harold Bennett.

A hint of cologne teased my nose, and I knew instantly who had joined my microcosm. My body instantly relaxed as his arms embraced me softly. In sync, my body melted into his, whilst my heart thundered in my chest. I hadn’t been able to touch him in so long since my parents had done everything they could to keep us apart. Now with his hands possessively holding my hips and my back against his chest, my stomach rolled in excitement. He bent down slightly, coming close to my ears so only I could hear him as he graced me with light kisses.

“I’ve missed you Alex.” He nibbled on my earlobe, making me sigh in pleasure, as his hands held me more firmly.

“I’ve missed you too Elliot.” He chuckled and shook his head, slightly grinding his hips into me, so that I could understand how much he had truly missed me. My breath found itself caught in my throat as I felt the hardened flesh poke me softly in my back. He fully wrapped his arms around me, like a snake claiming his meal. With his hips grinding into me a little harder than the previous time.

“They’ve been keeping you from me, haven’t they?” It almost came out as a growl as he kissed my neck. I tilted my head towards the right, giving him more access to the flesh that blazed by his touch. His hands caressed my body. His left hand slowly moved towards my breasts, whilst his right hand moved towards the core that screamed his name. My breathing increased, with my heart thudding in my chest. I knew what the repercussions were if we were caught, but I couldn’t seem to find the voice of reason. Instead, I pushed myself more into his erection, hoping my need and desire was being known. He chuckled and stilled his hands. I surprised myself when a groan of frustration escaped my lips. He turned me to face him and turned around, checking if we were still alone. When he was clear we wouldn’t be interrupted, he pulled me towards the shadowed area of the balcony, with a look of ecstasy in his eyes.

Once we had reached the furthest wall, far from the windows that led us to the balcony, he pulled my body towards his. Making my body crash into his in an instant. I looked up at him as he ran his hands through my hair, still with desire laced in his eyes. He brought his lips to mine, allowing the need and hunger we had for each other to take control. The kiss had begun with passion, but once we had received a taste of each other, the kiss had turned dark. Almost as though the time we stood kissing, would never amount to the time we were apart. Pulling away slightly for air, he crushed our lips together again for another passionate kiss. My hands roamed his body, not fulfilling my desire. Nothing was going to be enough. He was my drug and the only way I’d keep going is if I had him. And with my parents depriving me of his love, I knew I had to get as much of him as I could. He pulled away again, giving me air to breath. My chest rose and fell in quick breaths, as I felt drunk with his passion.

“They’re hiding you from me Alex.” He held my body again, this time in fear of losing me. I returned the embrace with the same fear eating away in my mind.

“I love you Elliot.” His body stiffened and then he pulled away to look me in the face. After staring in my eyes for what felt like eternity, a cocky smile played on his lips as he traced my figure with his finger.

“You love me huh?” I nodded, nervous of his reaction. I hadn’t told him I loved him before, but I knew in my heart what I felt. And after what my parents had made him endure, I felt he deserved to know.

“Love… Oh my Alex, if only I could show you how much I loved you. All night I would show you why I loved you. Why I loved your lips,” his fingers lightly touched my plump lips “your beautiful body,” his hands caressed my frame, making me shudder uncontrollably as his touch sent vibrations straight through me to my core. “and then I’d roam the whole of you. Joining us as one. That’s how I want to show my love to you Alex.”

His hands moved closer to the core that ached for some attention. He stroked the thigh that was revealed due to the slit in the dress and crept his hands higher to the lace thongs I wore. A groan escaped his lips as he felt how fragile the material was. In an instant reaction, I ran my hands through his hair, enjoying the dark look that veiled his eyes as his hands crept closer to the damp area of the lace material. As his hands slowly made its way between my thighs, my core clenched, knowing soon the tension that ran through my body would soon be released by the touch of my lover. His touch left small flames of desire in its wake, making me ache with pleasure.

“God Alex I could take you here right now…” I pulled him down for another deep kiss when I heard a small shriek coming from the entrance of the balcony. Our heads whipped to the sound, when I noticed my mother holding her mouth with one hand, whilst the other clutched onto her chest. I jumped away from Elliot, not aware of what to say or what to do. Elliot stood still in obvious shock with his shirt creased from my touch and his hands in the position of where they were when our bodies were united. My mother looked between the two of us, unable to grasp anything to say, whilst my whole body trembled in fear. If my father knew, I was sure to be sent away, or receive a punishment that would ensure I never sure Elliot again. All three of us stood frozen in our places. My dress still hiked up past the respectable length where Elliot had touched me. My mouth opened to speak, yet when I tried to conjure up something, nothing came out. I took a step closer to mother, but that only made her retreat away from me. I took a deep breath and spoke.

“Mother–“

“No! Don’t you dare say a word Alexandra Bennett!” Her words silenced my pleas, whilst she turned her attention to Elliot. “And you! Don’t you dare come near my daughter again!”

“But I love her.”

I looked at Elliot, my heart squeezing at his confession and love that he has for me. Knowing that by confessing his love would do nothing but anger my mother, I couldn’t help but feel proud that Elliot had the confidence to still proclaim his love after being casted away. His words made her stumble backwards. Shocked to hear his confession, but then she stood upright, remembering who she was and grabbed my hand with so much force I almost fell.

“You will stay away from my daughter.” She turned on her heel, trying to walk back to the hall. But I needed to speak with Elliot, needed to say something, to explain what was going on and how I could make things better. Yet, the grip she had on my wrist was far stronger than I would have guessed. Pulling me towards the hall, I tried to resist, knowing Elliot would be left in the dark if I didn’t do something to save our relationship.

“Mother, please!”

“Alexandra!”

“But Elliot­–“ She span round, standing right in my face as her face twisted in anger.

“You ever say that name again and I promise you Alexandra Bennett, you will never step a foot outside of your room let alone the house.”

With that she continued to drag me back to the hall. I turned around, tears now falling from my eyes as Elliot turned into a mere shadowed figure standing alone at the balcony. I wanted to scream for help, wanted him to rush over and rescue me from the clutches of my family. But, we both knew anything else he would have done would only cause more trouble. I loved Elliot and he loved me, but there was nothing we could do about it. And I thought my family couldn’t take me away from Elliot, who was I kidding.

© All Rights Reserved by Sarah E. Balogun

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It was late, later than usual. Anna hadn’t planned leaving work so late; this was the second time this week I’ve gotten home when it’s dark. She checked her watch, 19:21. It was far too late for her to be getting home at this time, especially when it didn’t take too long for the Denver skies to get dark and cloudy with snow in the winter. She clutched her jacket tighter to herself, feeling alone and cold. There was always something about the evening that didn’t make her feel safe. Maybe the way the darkness slowly consumed any and everything in its way was why Anna shuddered. If she drove, this journey wouldn’t be as bad as it seemed, but she didn’t drive or ride her bike today either.

The streets were silent. Nothing but the wind made noise, and Anna hated that. It did nothing other than highlight the fact that she was alone, or even worse someone was quietly watching her. She balled her hands into fists, trying to ignore the faint fear that began slithering up her spine, but she couldn’t shake it off. She increased her stride, picking up the pace, fear escalating with each step. There was no real reason for Anna to be scared, but she kept thinking of the possibilities that could occur if she didn’t get home soon. Someone could jump out and rob me, or worse… Anna took a deep breath and without thinking began running home. One foot in front of the other, trying not to miscalculate her footing.

 

Finally she reached her house. She hurriedly searched for her keys in her jacket pocket, but realised they weren’t there. Oh fuck, where the hell are my keys? With panic slowly gripping her body, she threw her bag onto the ground and began rummaging through the past test papers; homework and essays then pass the laptop where she found her keys. She picked her bag up, quickly checking the street to see if anyone else was there. She was alone. Of course I’m alone she thought, nobody was ever there, it was always her mind that got the better of her. She unlocked the door then stepped inside, closing it behind her. After gathering herself, she slowly rested against the cold steel, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths wishing paranoia didn’t have such a stronghold on her like it did. Get a grip Anna; you aren’t the same woman you were seven years ago. She ran her fingers through her hair, opening her eyes, noticing the large amount of letters that lay scattered on the ground. She turned to lock the door, one bolt, then another and then the key lock. Whether her mind continuously wanted to play games on her or not, she wasn’t ready to take any chances. She dropped her bag near the umbrella stand and began gathering the letters on the ground. Sifting through the envelopes, wondering whether any of them were worth reading tonight.

 

“Work stuff, bank stuff, gym membership…what’s this?” She held a white plain letter that only had her name on it. Anna Phillips. She held the letter whilst removing her jacket. After hanging it loosely onto the coat rack, she made her way into the kitchen.

 

She considered calling Caroline, seeing as these panic attacks are getting worse. Then decided to eat first, and then figure out whether a call to Caroline was necessary. She put the letter on the table and walked to the refrigerator. Finding left over spaghetti, she grabbed the bowl and removed the foil lid. Placing the bowl in the microwave, two minutes should do it. She sat down on the dining chair and grabbed the letter, unsealing it wondering who would have gone to the trouble to hand deliver a letter to her. It wasn’t her birthday (not like anyone remembered), and she barely kept communication with her family or friends, so figuring out who would have gotten in contact with her was something she couldn’t guess. Once she’d opened the letter, she shook  the contents over the table and out came a note with a folded piece of paper. She took the note and read it,

 

‘Dear Anna Phillips,

 

I apologise for the grief and hurt I’ve laid upon you. I was foolish and unaware of what I was doing. I now know what my behaviour has caused you and I’m sorry.

Please forgive my actions.

 

                                                                                                                        10.’

 

Confused, she unravelled the other piece of paper, wondering who felt the need to apologise to her. She unfolded the paper failing to comprehend the image before her eyes. But with another moment everything clicked. A slit throat, bathed in blood, and dead eyes staring right back at her. Her hands trembled involuntarily and without thinking, she jumped out of her chair and rushed to her phone. She held her mouth trying to suppress the scream she knew would escape her lips and waited for someone to pick up. Finally, the operator came alive,

“Hello, you’ve called 911, what is your emergency?”

“Dead…someone’s dead!”

 

*******

 

It didn’t take that long for the police to show up but once they had, they secured Anna’s house within moments. People roamed the house,  whilst others were repeatedly analysing the picture. Dead eyes. Anna hadn’t moved from where the officer had questioned her earlier. He’d asked the generic questions, “So can you recall the situation to me madam?” “When was this delivered?” “Where were you before you came home?” “Do you recognise the man in the picture?” Throughout his questions she couldn’t help but tremble, remembering the picture, the man, the blood it was all too much for her. She knew something wasn’t right. First she felt like she was being watched on her way home, then that letter. She bit her lip and took a deep breath, she refused to let the police know she didn’t feel safe before she got home, because then they’d ask questions, questions she wasn’t prepared to answer, not tonight. She shut her eyes, the dead man printed on the back of her eyelids. Even though she hadn’t witnessed a real dead body, seeing one in a photo was just as bad. And maybe because she was already shaken up on her way home was what had her panicking. But something in the pit of Anna’s stomach made her know this wasn’t something to ignore. She shivered again thinking about everything; breathe Anna. She took another deep breath and gathered herself together, opening her eyes to see an officer watching her. She averted her eyes, but noticed in her peripheral vision that the officer was making her way to Anna.

 

“Would you like to take a seat madam?”

 

Anna shook her head, again refusing the offer to sit. Focusing on her breathing, she closed her eyes and tried to remember things Caroline had told her to do when she felt like a panic attack was close. Take deep breathes, forget everyone and everything around you and focus on your breathing. In through your nose and out through the mouth. Anna replicated the instructions in her head, focusing only on her breathing, shutting out the footsteps, the talking, the clicks of different equipment. Once she had control over her breathing the only thought that ran through her mind was why would anyone want to mail this to me?

 

She tried not to dwell on the question, but it was the answer to that one question that could ease her mind if she knew the answer. She held herself tighter until she could feel the air around her become smaller. She opened her eyes and her gaze was filled with a man that made Anna pause just for a second. His strong jaw structure, skin hard around the mouth, but smooth everywhere else and then his eyes stunned Anna. His glassy blue eyes held her gaze. With everything occurring, for just a moment she felt safe. For a minute this man, who she knew nothing of had made her feel safe. He stretched out his hand to shake hers and reality hit her again. The noise around the house arose again, feet continued to move, the pounding of her heart grew so loud, she grew conscious wondering whether everyone else could hear it.

 

“Anna Phillips, I’m detective Sutherland, would you like a seat, you look pale?”

She shook his hand and shook her head, looking at the ground declining the offer for the fourth time.

“Alright, could you explain what happened tonight?”

“I came home, later than usual and when I got in, I saw a pile of letters. I was going to look at them tomorrow, because I was exhausted, but one of them only had my name written on it. And I just wanted to know who would have come all the way to mail me something…”

“Then what happened afterwards?”

“I went to warm my food. Whilst it was warming, I opened the letter. There was a note and a folded piece of paper inside of the letter. I read the note, not understanding it, so I opened the paper which revealed the picture.”

“Why did you read the note first then look at the picture?”

He stood waiting, attentively listening, not forgetting any details.

“I…I don’t know. Maybe because I thought it was easier to read the note than look at the folded piece of paper first.”

“Okay, then what did you do after realising what was in the letter?”

“I rushed and called you.” He looked up, his eyes turning dark and his jaw clenching.

“I mean I called the police. I don’t know if this is a prank, but…” Anna shuddered again. Stop this Anna…at least until you’re alone. “That note and then that picture.”

 

He continued writing silently whilst she watched him. Watched him write, watched him inhale and exhale. There was something about this man that made Anna feel safe, though his build was strong, it was his aura that made Anna want to talk. Talk about everything, something she never did after the things she’s been through. She looked down, attempting to repress those memories, no matter how many times I went counselling nothing got better.

“Miss, please take a seat.”

 

She looked up, and her eyes were met with the detectives stare. He was cautious of her, this was the second time she grew pale, and why would I know that? Because I keep watching her that’s why. She slowly sat down and controlled her breathing.

“What now?” She tested her voice; glad it wasn’t replicating how she truly felt.

“Well,” He knelt in front of her and gave her a reassuring smile. “We’re going to do our best to find out who sent this to you. Then we’re going to find out whether or not this is real.”

“And if it is real?”

She looked into Kane’s eye deeply, almost pleading for him to give her an answer that would end this, but he knew if this was real, it was just the start of something dark and vile.

But he decided to smile.

“If it is real, we’ll track down the body and catch the killer.”

She nodded. He brushed a hair away from her face, gave her another smile and walked towards his team. For now he was going to ignore the foreign feeling he had towards the this woman and focus on the task at hand.

“Alright guys, what do we have?”

Sutherland asked the ME.

“Not much and I’m not surprised, I’ll take it to the lab and run it for prints. We’ve swept the house to check if the person dropped anything, but right now…nothing.” Another ME grabbed the photo from the previous one.

“Never in my 16 years have I had to analyse a body through a picture.”

Lauren, the leading medical examiner said assessing the picture.

“We’ll try to get something Kane.”

Kane nodded.

“Something is better than nothing.”

 

They nodded and shortly after, Kane’s partner walked through the door.

“What’s going on?”

As soon as Charlie spoke Kane noticed the faint smell of alcohol on his breath. Jesus, not again. Kane grabbed his partner outside.

“Are you drunk?”

Charlie smiled but shook his head, sighing.

“No, I just had a drink, maybe two.”

“We don’t have time for this Charlie, we’ve got a possible dead person lying around somewhere, a woman who is shaken to death and you’ve had a couple of drinks?” Kane lowered his voice and stood closer to Charlie, so that nobody overheard their discussion. “I need you focused Charlie, especially now.”

Charlie scratched his head then sighed, this time without a smile.

“Sorry, it’s been a rough day, I’ll sober up.” Charlie walked back inside with Kane staring at him. All he had to do was remain sober, but Charlie couldn’t do it. Charlie was a good cop. Good was even an understatement. He had talents that a lot of other cops didn’t have. Yet, he continued to drown his talents at the bottom of a bottle. Even though Kane was angry it never really lasted, Charlie had lost a lot in the past year and if drinking was the way he dealt with it, Kane wasn’t going to stop him. However, drinking during work hours wasn’t responsible and once Charlie and Kane were done here, he’d have a quick talk with him. He walked back into the house and looked at the neatly folded paper.

“Has anyone read that note yet?”

“I have,” Lauren grabbed the note and gave it to Kane. “We couldn’t make nothing out of it, seems real personal.”

Kane opened the note and read it.

 

© All Rights Reserved by Sarah E. Balogun

 

 

The Job Offer [Part 1]

My mind kept telling me I should turn away and run, but every muscle in my body refused to obey my command and instead, I stayed sat in her midst. She looked at me numerous amounts of times, biting her lip every so lightly every time she took a glimpse at me, but that wasn’t what had my heart jumping. It was the way she managed to slide her fingers past the lace of my dress and in-between my bare thigh.

I thought about telling her to stop, but then her nails grazed my heated skin and I found myself grasping involuntarily. I had wanted more and she knew of this. I wasn’t even sure why I had wanted more, but it was as though she knew exactly how to make me dissolve under her touch. She gave me a side-glance, causing me to bite my lip as I tried to regain focus. I wasn’t even sure if she was what I wanted, I had never ventured like that with a man, let alone woman, yet she wasn’t giving me a chance to think. With her fingers crawling up my leg, leaving traces of desire and fire via her touch, my breathing increased ever so slightly. Loud enough for us to both hear, but quiet enough for no one else to notice.

Eventually, her wandering fingers found there way to my disobedient hungry heat. I hadn’t known I was holding my breath until she had now turned her full attention to me. Feeling light headed, she used her free hand to pull my bottom lip free out of the hold I had on it and whispered ever so lightly.

“Breath.” It was only then my lungs began to work again. Taking in more air than needed and with the same speed taken, the air rushed out of my lungs, burning my throat as I tried to work my voice into saying something. With her fingers slowly stroking the wet heat that came from in-between my legs, she moved closer to me, bringing her lips close to my own. Without moving, I watched as she grabbed a handful of my hair and wrapped it around her fingers. Her eyes roamed my body, taking it all in before coming back to my eyes. She smiled and in sync, came close enough so our lips were barely touching, whilst her fingers had found their way through my lace thongs, and between the damp crease that had grown even more famished.

She traced her finger along the crease of my sex, making me shudder uncontrollably under her touch. She watched me as I attempted to digest everything, finding it hard to comprehend what she was exactly doing to me. Just as I began thinking about the many ways I could pull myself away from the situation, she parted me with her index finger and gently petted the ball that had grown erect. My back arched almost instantly, my body pleaded for more whereas my mind had finally begun to register what was occurring. She gave me a small smile, and strummed the hard ball faster and a little rougher than before; causing me to grab the nearby pillows, in hope some of my frustration would seep out through my fingers and into the couch pillows. But that did nothing to decrease my desire, as my lips parted in an ‘O’ shape when her fingers had travelled further down, nearing where my disobeying body had ached to be fed.

She tightened her grip on my hair, then plunged her finger deep within my drenched, salivating sex. A moan forced its way out of my chest that was quickly suppressed by her lips. Soft, but wet had kept our taboo going on for longer than it would have if my scream had made the ears of the others. Her tender lips kissed mine, both lips dancing together to the music of our ecstasy, whilst her finger had travelled depths that hadn’t been explored in far too long. Her finger, more welcomed than any other, had no difficulty in finding its way around my heat. Swimming its way through my moans and grasps, then stopping when it came across the bubble that held so many foreign feelings. It became hesitant at first, then slowly began stroking and pushing, causing me to clutch onto her shoulders, as her fingers had vigorously started to move faster around my hidden bubble. Before I could subdue my scream, she fully covered my mouth with her own, eating my screams, waiting patiently till the shudders had come to a halt and my body had stopped trembling.

She bit my bottom lip whilst smiling as she removed her finger from the place that treasured it the most. Giving a brief look at the others that seemed to be asleep on the floor, she sat on top of my still trembling legs and grabbed my left hand. She placed my hand on her neck, and slowly pulled it down towards her chest, with her finger glistening in the light. She placed my hand on her chest that had been rising and falling at a fast pace, then allowed my hand to cup her breasts. They felt tender and smooth under my touch, apart from the diamond that stood firm through her thin t-shirt. My eyes stayed focused on her nipples that seemed to get harder under my glare, until she spoke breathlessly.

“Rub it.” I used my thumb to gently rub the tip of her nipple as she threw her head back, allowing the pleasure to run through her spine. Whilst her head was still hanging in pleasure, I decided to pinch her nipple ever so slightly, using the same technique that turned me on, with her. She jumped and held my hand, moving her hips against me getting me stirred between the legs again. Using my right hand, I ran my fingers down her chest, ignoring the breast, as my left hand had focused on them and moved between her thighs, shocked that she had gathered juices.

I walked my fingers between her thighs and into her waterfall that was still producing more juices for me to travel through. With my left hand, I tugged her nipple lightly, causing her to grasp. I pulled again, harder this time then penetrated both my index and middle finger through her folds and into her sweet love. She hummed in pleasure as I moved my fingers through her folds, moving deep within her depths and then back to her walls. She opened her mouth to take small breaths, as I began increasing the speed, making sure I watched her face intently to be sure what both my fingers were doing was what she wanted. Rolling her nipple between my fingers and performing a come hither motion inside of her, had her thighs clenching around my hand. She grabbed onto the backrest of the couch and slowly lifted herself away from my fingers, meeting my thrusts as I continued to penetrate her faster. With her breasts now lightly bouncing around in my hand, I found it difficult to play around with her nipple. So instead, I pulled her closer to me and placed the hardened nipple in my mouth, proud and surprised on the strangled cry that burst through her lips.

I used the base of my tongue to lightly caress the hardened nipple, enjoying the feel of the hard diamond against my rough tongue. Our movements sped up, sending her closer towards her release. The motion in my fingers gained speed, whilst exploring every inch of her, whilst her thighs shook as she continued to slam back onto my penetrative fingers. I used my teeth to gently pull against the rock in my mouth, causing a strong wave of trembling to embrace her body. For a few seconds she remained hovering on top of me, shaking uncontrollably, until it came to a slow stop. She slowly descended onto my laps, letting her muscles become relaxed so that I was carrying her entire weight.

After a few long minutes she lifted her head to look at me. Passion and desire still written in her eyes, but now something new shone in her eyes. A look of satisfaction had been apparent, and I couldn’t help but mirror her expression. There were a number of mixed emotions that were running through my head, but at the look she wore and the way she made me feel both overruled any doubt that was currently swimming around in my head. All of a sudden a loud beep had begun ringing, stirring those who were asleep on the floor before us. Panic arose, as I knew we didn’t have enough time to gather ourselves, without them noticing that something had gone on between us. I attempted to locate the beeping noise, when my eyes slowly opened.

It was 6:30AM and time to wake up. The alarm beside my bedside had starting ringing, interrupting another heated dream I had. It wasn’t the first time I’d found myself in a daze of emotions and desire the morning following a dream involving a woman. I wasn’t even aware when the dreams began. It didn’t even have to involve anyone I was familiar with, just a woman who had captured my eye during the day, would find her way in my dreams, hair between my fingers and tongue dancing with my own. And with each dream, I was always the one being pulled into the sexual activity, never instigating but always participating. I tightened my already closed eyes, wishing I could get a few more minutes of sleep, knowing sleep had been a disturbed feeling every since I had these intruding dreams pierce my subconscious. But, with the second alarm buzzing loudly I knew it was time to finally get up, earn money and then drag myself back into bed for another restless night.

 

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During work my mind constantly drifted towards my dreams, making me question my sexuality. I wasn’t a lesbian, in fact, I’d had a recent partner who’d made me somewhat happy, until work had forced me to depart from the relationship. My job required too much of my time and I was aware of this, but he wasn’t. Up until recently, I was entirely sure that I was attracted to men and men only. Not like I’d pursued another relationship after the last one, but I hadn’t questioned what my preference was. However, after the dreams I wasn’t so certain. I never really looked at another female in the way to have made me feel as though I was attracted to them, but my subconscious was either playing a prank on me or trying to tell me some vital information that I was oppressing deep within myself.

I looked up from my computer, realising the email I should have sent to a client fifteen minutes ago, still stood static on my screen, waiting for the sentence to be complete. I inwardly sighed and rested against my chair, when I felt a presence behind me. I turned my head to meet Elise, a friend and colleague of mine, beaming a smile at me.

“You are far too happy in a place like this, what’s got you smiling? And can I have some?”

Elise spun my chair to face her properly and chuckled lightly at my expression of being forced to changed direction.

“You can’t tell a living soul!”

“Tell a living soul what?”

She placed both hands on the armrest of the office chair and brought her face close to mine. Memories of my dream flashed back into my mind, making me retreat almost instantly.

“You’ve got to promise me Cleo, you can’t tell anyone!”

In an instant, my hands flew up as though I was surrendering and nodded my head profusely.

“I promise, scouts honour.”

She slowly moved back, checking that nobody was listening and then returned her position in front of me with that same beaming smile.

“I found myself a new job!”

“Congrats!”

I jumped up and gave her a hug. Being the first colleague to approach me, Elise and I had grown quite close during our years at ‘Beverly & Co’. And as much as I was happy to see her move onto better things, it just meant my time here would instantly get dull. And with no one to take my mind off of the constant nagging clients, it would turn into a nightmare working here. As we held each other in a tight embrace, her chest rose and fell in excitement, causing me to feel her breast against my own. The image of me devouring a hardened nipple came into mind, causing me to stiffen instantly. I wasn’t sure whether the image of me being with a woman had me frozen, or the fact that it had caused my stomach to perform a pleasurable roll. Either way, Elise had sensed my distance and pulled away from me to watch my face.

“You okay? I hope you’re not upset that I’m leaving?”

I pulled myself out of my thoughts and looked at her, smiling.

“Well I can’t say I’m entirely happy you’re leaving. You were amazing to me and it’s caused us to have such a friendship I’ll treasure forever. It just sucks I won’t get to see you all the time.” I performed a fake pout that made her shimmering eyes form tears.

“Stop it. We’ll still talk and meet up, I treasure your friendship too Cleo.”

I wiped a stray tear away from her face and gave another hug, this time shorter and not as intimate as the last one, before that caused my body to react in ways that I didn’t understand.

“I’m sure of it. Look, stop crying before Kasey comes in here and starts asking questions. I’m happy for you and you should be taking this new step with happiness.” She sniffed away a few more loose tears and then lightly tapped my shoulder.

“It was your fault I got all emotional.” Wiping her tears with the back of her hand, I rub her shoulder gently and allow her to compose herself.

“Super glad for you Elise.” She nodded and with a last quick hug, she began walking back to her area of the busy environment of ‘Beverly & Co’. Just before she completely left my vision, she bounced back.

“Oh! Before I forget, a bunch of us are getting lunch together. You have to come since it may be one of my last…” Now it was her turn to pout, I rolled my eyes and nodded, knowing I had emails and calls to make, but knew it’d be Elise’s last lunch with me so I was glad to slack off just for a little bit.

Lunchtime was busy and it was Nick’s bright idea to head to ‘Café de délicieux’ to get food. But as soon as we had gone inside, we almost regretted the idea. The line to be served had extended to the entrance of the café and there were barely any tables to sit at.

“Okay, bad shout. But we might as well wait here.” Nick shouted amongst the loud customers.

“I do have clients to attend to if you didn’t know.” Halle rolled her eyes, replying to a email on her phone.

“So do I, that Miss Uptom is one pain the neck.” Nick shook, visibly irritated by his client.

“Ugh, can we not talk about our clients. I’m with Nick, we might as well stay and enjoy this free time.” Elise shrugged.

“You know what Elise, you know what I like. You order my food and I’ll find us a table.”

Swimming through waiters and waitresses, I attempted to locate a table enough to fit the six of us. But, after a few ‘excuse me’s’ and ‘sorry’s’, I gave up and began heading back to the queue, when I bumped into a waitress, dropping her tray of cutlery’s.

“Sorry.”

She bent down to pick it the scattered contents, mumbling a few insults, most probably, and then stood back up again.

“Thanks for the help.” The waitress said with a small smile on the side of her lips.

“Oh, sorry. I was looking for a table and didn’t see you.”

“It’s pretty busy during the lunch hour, getting a table is difficult. Maybe if you’d helped me with the cutlery, I may have been able to get you a seat.” She winked an eye at me and continued with her journey, leaving me frozen in the place we’d met. Was she playing or insulted that I’d offered no help? I eventually walked back to the queue, where the line had only decreased by a few people.

“No seats I’m afraid.” Everyone groaned apart from Halle whose eyes were still glued to her phone.

“I guess it’s a takeaway. Damn Nathan is in trouble with the police again, it’s definitely a takeaway for me.” I felt my phone vibrate a few times, but decided to ignore it whilst Elise frowned. I gave her a light nudge and smiled, hoping the line didn’t take too long as duty was calling me too.

 

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It was getting late and nearly everyone had left the office as clients and events never slept. I normally preferred to finish all work in the office, but after finding myself daydream one too many times, I realised I too, would have to take a number of paperwork home. There was a light cough that causing me to look up.

“Cleo I need you to do a favour for me?” Kasey stood, giving me a small smile.

“Kasey, whenever you need me to do something for you, it means a lot of sleepless nights.”

Kasey wasn’t a typical boss who failed to communicate with his team. If anything he understood us and was willing to teach us in areas where we lacked knowledge. However, even though everyone may have played and joked around with him, respect was still visible and no one ever attempted to cross the line.

“I know Cleo, however, you’re a very good worker and this favour is more of an opportunity for you…well the both of us.” I turned in my chair and faced him properly.

“Okay so what do you need me to do?” He entered the cubicle and leant against the desk.

“Recently our profits have been increasing and I’m more than aware that if it wasn’t for my team, those profits would be non-existent. However, I’ve gathered that the area you handle is currently becoming more popular.”

“Event managing and PR? I assumed that was a steady sector that neither grew or fell?”

“Well, ever since the Winston brothers hosted that ‘Great Gatsby’ themed event and invited nearly everybody in the industry known to man, it boosted the way events could be ran.”

“I see, so what do you need me to do?”

“I need you to host a presentation to a potential client, your potential client. This client is a big deal, for the company and for you too. They’re were looking for someone who acquired your skills and I thought of you.”

My spine shot up as I realised what Kasey was telling me. This was an opportunity that could jet off my career. It could be the first step of many more if I accepted the offer.

“My potential client?” He nodded smiling at my interest. I bit my lip nervously and thought about the prospect thoroughly. It’d mean I’d work double shifts, and probably wouldn’t have a lot of time to myself. However, the money opportunity is one only a fool would pass and it could be the beginning of something amazing.

“That’s if you think you have the ability to successful fill the role. But there wouldn’t be a reason for me to think of you, if I didn’t believe in you.”

I nodded, appreciating Kasey’s belief in me and understood that there could be no way I could pass this offer up. I smiled and stood up.

“You have me sold. Who’s the client and what’s the presentation for?”

He chuckled and straightened his posture. “It’s Sienna Woods.”

Her name sounded familiar to my ears… then I realised where I recognised her name. She was the actress who had recently received a golden globe for playing the lead role in a horror film that had released earlier in the year. My eyes grew in shock after realising how big the opportunity was and how bad it could end if I didn’t successfully do well enough with the client.

“Yeah, the Sienna Woods. So make a presentation on potential steps she could make for her career, look at her image, if there’s any places she needs work, then you tell her. Don’t be afraid of her status, but don’t be forceful, make sure she’s on-board with all of your ideas. She is your biggest client.”

I nodded and grabbed a notepad to jot down things to research and to conduct a background search on Sienna.

“Oh one more thing,” I looked up at Kasey. “She’s coming in at one o’clock tomorrow, so make sure everything is prepared by then.” He smiled and left my section heading back to his office. Tomorrow…I guess I won’t be leaving work anytime soon.

 

© All Rights Reserved by Sarah E. Balogun

The Predator

No one knew me here, and that’s the way I liked it. I could easily mold into a crowd  and no one would acknowledge me. It wasn’t as though I caused attention to myself, but even if I tried, people never had the time to pay any attention. It was a blessing and a curse at the same time. A curse because it brought me to be the man I was today and a blessing because I’d now knew how to utilise this feature to my advantage. It was the only way I fished out my prey without being detected.

Easy was an understatement. It was almost unrealistic the amount of times I’d managed to get away with the things I’d committed, to the point I’d become sceptical of the authorities. Maybe they did know what I was up to and was waiting to capture me during my activities? Ha. I overestimate the authorities. If they had known what I was up to, they was sure to have arrested me years ago, but they hadn’t because they knew nothing of me and never would because I was never a suspect.

I had the face that many would see and double take a few times, before never looking again. My face reflected the work I’d done over the years. However, my eyes always captivated those who truly looked at my profile. When I was young it was the only compliment I’d received. I knew from young my eyes held power beyond the average blue eyes that most held. They revealed love that was never there, sympathy to a heart that was hardened and affection – all emotions that never resided within me. That’s what had made them plead. When all hope was lost, they’d look into my eyes and hope I’d release them. But that was what I enjoyed most, the fact that people never knew that it was what kept me killing, kept me collecting prey. The look in their eyes when they realised that there was no hope and that their life was now my own.

Thanks Mother.

The memories now vivid in my mind, bring a smile to my lips. How I love what I do. There was no amount of money that could be offered to me, that would deliver the same satisfaction as the one I got whilst I’d watch my victims die in my hands. My body vibrated of excitement. Just the thought of seeing my next victim limp in my hands almost made me hard in delight. And it was only about to get better when I had felt someone from afar watching me. I was rarely watched, so when a few eyes managed to linger on my face longer than need be, I knew. To the left of me, by the furthest exit of the train station, stood a female in a trench coat, with her bag in her hand and her eyes glued to my face. A man like me shouldn’t smile – my aunt once said. How I hated my aunt, I was glad those were one of her last words.

I concentrated on the woman in the trench coat, now ready to let her know that I had acknowledged her glare. As predicted she had noticed, averting her eyes swiftly away from me, clearly fighting the urge to turn around to stare once again. Usually nobody stared, however sometimes the business costume and briefcase didn’t do the trick and that’s when I had unwanted stares.

I fully turned towards her and began walking. Picking up my stride, until I’d gotten behind her. Feeling my presence, she spun around, fumbling on her feet not aware of how close I was towards her. The fast action caused her to fall to the ground, so with my premeditated hand, I reached for her waist, gripping her lightly, but firm enough for her to know that I was now in control. She visibly winced, which only made me inwardly smile and shudder in excitement.

She throws a smile, an attempt to veil the raw panic that had probably began to creep along her spine. I didn’t move my arms from her waist, asserting the power I had over her. She tried to wiggle free, but that didn’t do anything but strengthen my hold on her.

“Thank you.” I smiled, causing the colour to drain from her cheeks. I pull her close to me whilst I notice tears forming in her eyes. I began taking her towards the exit of the station, and without any struggle she willing followed. I enjoyed victims that didn’t fight, the more willing the more fun I had with them. Some may say the more they fight the more enticing the victim become, but that rule never applied to me. I liked when my victims knew their fate, because that meant that they knew all attempts of escaping were futile, which meant they compiled to everyone of my demands, praying I’d release them. Which never happened. Even as we walked towards the exit of the station, she’d had moments of courage and attempt to fight against me, but a firm tug against her hip, settled any thoughts of calling for help.

It was snowing, so it wasn’t dark – but that did little to my motives. Whilst walking past a homeless man, I dropped the briefcase. Knowing there was no use of the façade anymore. I had come out to play and when I came out to play, I needed a playground. The irony when I spotted a nearby park, filled with children and mothers surrounded the area. I took her to the far end of the park and pressed her up against a tree, facing away from the crowd. Once she had realised that she was completely powerless, the pleading began. She explained that no one would ever know what happened, stated she didn’t even know my name. Keith. I lied, but she cries, saying she didn’t hear the name. Keith. I repeat once more, only causing more tears to cascade down her cheeks. Looking into my eyes, I see the hope every victim sees when they meet my stare. The moment everyone thought they had a chance of escaping.

Please. Don’t. Please. You’re not a bad person. All these meaningless words, I smiled silencing her words, as her small perfect mouth shut in utter despair. And there was the look that had my body trembling again in excitement, the look of realisation. The moment you know whatever you do, the ending will only end one way.

With screams, sex and a death.

© All Rights Reserved by Sarah E. Balogun