Escaping Parker - F.T. Zele Page 0,59
start to undo the button on his pants, until he grabs my hand, stopping me without a word. He lifts me over his shoulder and heads to his room. He kicks the door open, and lays me down on the bed, dropping his pants to the floor. I kick off my pants, and before I know it, he climbs on top of me, pinning my hands above my head.
I start to wiggle them, twisting, trying to get free. Being held down brings up memories I don’t care to revisit.
“Do you trust me?” he asks softly.
“Yes, I just don’t like to be held down.”
“I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Trust that anything I do will be for your pleasure. I won’t hurt you. If you don’t like it, just tell me to stop, and I will,” he says breathlessly.
“Ok.”
He crashes his lips to mine, then drags his tongue down my neck, making his way to my chest. He releases my hands, kissing a trail to my most sensitive parts. He takes his time, making sure every need is met, until I can’t take it any longer. I’m about to explode. Tiny moans escape my lips, and he stops, kissing me all the way back to my collarbone.
Sitting up on his knees, he lowers himself to me, teasing me around my entrance. He slowly starts pushing himself into me. Each thrust is harder than the one before, and his little hushed grunts get louder. Every push I get closer and closer to my own climax, breathing heavy. Rig rubs circles with his thumb on my clit, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge. A soft “oh my god” comes out, and he knows I have finished. He places a soft kiss on my forehead, before rolling off me to the side, and holding me.
We lie there quietly, catching our breath, never letting go of each other. I wish we could stay like this forever, but I know that can’t happen.
The vacuum roars as I drag it across the thin office carpet. Everyone has left for the day, and I get a little sad. Sometimes I get so in my own head, I do things the way I used to when I was with Steven. Wishing this was just something I could turn off, I know it will take some time for me to realize that I don’t have to be perfect anymore. I can be me.
Mindy, the receptionist, had caught me talking myself out of my funks several times. We have spent some time together in the office, and it feels nice to have someone to talk freely with, never worrying if Steven is watching over my shoulder. A friend, something I really missed having.
My gray trashcan rolls behind me as I empty the small wastebaskets into it. Each finished task gets me closer to going home. Never did I think how terribly I would miss spending so much time with Rig. It’s another big change after spending months on end with him. We are figuring out life as it comes our way, adjusting to the new reality.
As I’m cleaning up a spill on someone’s desk, I glance at a picture frame that I’ve never noticed before. Picking it up to get a closer look, I’m terrified when I realize it’s someone from my past.
It’s not the woman who sits at this desk, but the man pictured next to her. He used to work with Steven at the real estate company. Panic takes over as I wonder if I’m being set up to be watched. Searching the desk, I look for the woman’s full name to take to Rig so he can figure out what’s going on.
“Parker,” Mindy calls. I jump thinking she already went home for the day, and shuffle backwards. “Hey. Sorry, I was just cleaning and got some papers wet here. Did you forget something?”
“Yeah, I forgot my phone in my desk. So some of us are going out for drinks later tonight, want to come with us?” she asks as I continue to pretend to clean up the desk.
“Thanks, but Rig is waiting for me to come home. Maybe next time.”
“Rig can come also if you’d like. If not, then next time,” she says, and I nod as I get back to cleaning.
She peers at my face. “Hey, is everything ok? You look a little pale.”
“Yep, everything is ok, nothing wrong at all. Have a good time