Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
I came back some hours later and dropped into bed like a lodestone, tossing my pajamas to the floor. I sat in stunned silence for a few seconds more before logging off. I didn’t leave the house. There are only two people here overnight; the staff leaves no later than six in the evening.
My mind already knew the answer but getting to the how and the why was proving to be difficult. I logged back on and re-watched the clip over and over again until that thing that was bothering me from the start became clear. “That’s not the way I walk.” But I know that gait, though, don’t I. Just what in the hell is going on here?
I rushed from the room and headed for her room, looking for answers. She was still in bed, buried under the covers, but there was no mistaking the smell of sex that was trapped in the room. My first thought was to drag her from the bed and confront her. Who the fuck has she been fucking in my house? Right under my nose at that?
But right on the heels of that thought came one more distressing. What exactly has been going on here at night? Where did I go? What did I do? And with who? The laws of subtraction point to one answer, but it’s too damn far-fetched to be true. Whoever heard of sleepwalking into pussy? And why the hell do I walk like my grandfather when I’m asleep?
What about her? If what I suspect is true, why hasn’t she said something? There are no sounds of distress in the video. She didn’t come screaming down the hallway or into my room to confront me for violating her in her sleep. This thing has been going on for days; why hasn’t she said or done anything? Or am I losing my mind?
I stood over her for way too long for comfort before turning away again. No, there must be a better explanation than the madness currently playing through my head.
ELLIE
I pretended to be asleep long after he left the room. My heart was racing with fear and anticipation. It looked like it was only a matter of days now before we had to tell him the truth. Last night, last night, he’d been so different. I could see the struggle, feel it in the way he touched me.
The real Nick was fighting with the specter inside. I knew there was a possibility that would happen. He’s so strong, so forceful, that it didn’t make sense for it to be any other way. I was both pleased and fearful at this new revelation. On the one hand, everything would be out in the open, and we could move on. And on the other, the truth could bring this all to an end.
Just thinking about not being with him again leaves me wracked with the pain of abandonment. He’s still here, but in my heart of hearts, I know that there’s a good chance he won’t stay. My heart broke at the realization that, against my better judgment, I’d fallen head over heels in love.
I’d told myself after his horrible treatment of me over the past year that I’d strengthen my heart against him. I knew it was too much to ask for it to harden, but I was hoping I at least had enough self-respect to keep my heart out of it.
But now, after spending so many nights in his arms, I wasn’t so sure and especially after last night. Last night had given me a bit of hope. He’d come to me as usual, had taken me into his arms before making his way down my body to that special place between my thighs.
No matter how sore I was from our last coupling, I was always wet for him. As soon as his shadow crossed the door, my body began to sing. Last night had been no different. I’d spread my legs for him after he removed my nightgown.
In the pale moonlight coming through the windows, I’d watched his hair as his head disappeared between my thighs. Was it the fact that he hadn’t said a word to me, had seemed totally focused on my sex that had turned me on so much? I could’ve been anyone; he could’ve been anyone.
The way he’d used my body, the way he’d drank from my well as if dying of thirst, had made me hotter than ever before. But it was the look in his eyes when he climbed up my body to drive his cock into my wet heat that had touched off sparks inside of me. His eyes were clear, not the cloudy midst of the other that shone behind them.
And for a split second, I felt I was looking at Nick. My pussy had gushed at the thought, and the arms around me seemed to change. The force behind them seemed stronger somehow, and then I felt his cock jump inside me as it grew longer, harder, thicker.