First Blood: The Perfect Mistress

CHAPTER 22

Keith was surprised at the way I approached him. When he tried to push me away, I didn’t let him. Instead, I grabbed his muscular arm and then I hugged him tightly. “I need you now, I mean right now, Keith.”

“Are you drunk?”

Keith looked me in the eyes and I didn’t know what he saw on them but he suddenly grabbed my body. “I’m not drunk, I just want…to feel you.” When he lowered his mouth towards mine, I closed my eyes and savored his taste. There was a hint of alcohol in his mouth but instead of being repulsed by it, I wanted to taste it too. I sucked on his tongue and he did the same to me. It was erotic and I could hardly contain my excitement!

“Let’s go to my room,” he whispered.

I shook my head to refuse and whispered back, “No, it’s too far from here.” Keith probably understood my intention of doing it quickly with him. He immediately stripped of my clothing and guided me towards the living room.

He gestured for me to sit down and I did. When he took off his clothes in front of me, I felt like I was watching a movie and suddenly, my hands traveled towards the center of my thighs and touched it.

“Oh God, Cassie!” Keith exclaimed upon seeing me in action but I couldn’t stop anymore.  

Slowly, I spread my legs to have better access and he immediately dropped on his knees. “Ohhhh,” I moaned in pleasure when he licked my folds. I watched him swiped his tongue up and down, up and down, and then he did it faster. I screamed for his name and arched my back while trying to take all the pleasure coming from his mouth.

All of a sudden, he stood up and I was left there, being exposed to his eyes, while I looked up to him. When he remained standing for a few seconds, I thought that he wanted me to do it. However, it wasn’t his plan at all. He sat down and then he grabbed me by my waist and lowered me into his erection. I gasped for breath when I sheathed him fully. Yeah, it felt so full and I could hardly move.

While I was straddling him, I couldn’t avoid his eyes and it just added to the fire building within us. Keith stared at me as if he wanted to protect me or kill me instantly. I was confused and tried to look away but then he cupped my face and gave me a punishing kiss.

Did I deserve it?

I don’t think so!

I tried to escape from his not so gentle touches but then he began to move me up and down on his erection and I shut my eyes to feel it. I was such a w***e who couldn’t stop him from taking me over and over again.

“Keith…,” I muttered his name in a barely audible voice when I felt the sign of o****m.

“Don’t hold back, Cassie. Let it go, sweetheart.”

His gentle voice proved to be a great help in letting my body go freely where it wishes to go. Keith didn’t leave me while I was on the verge of my o****m and helped me to reach the peak of the c****x.

My entire body trembled after I let go myself and he continued to hold me, assuring me that he wouldn’t leave. However, a few moments later, he stood up and left without saying a word, and I felt neglected.

I stared into nothingness because I couldn’t think of anything else. My mind refused to cooperate when I asked for a piece of advice on how to deal with it. The feeling when Keith removed himself from me made me feel worse than ever!

I felt empty!

It took me a few seconds to realize that he’s not coming back so what’s the use of waiting? I got up from the sofa, retrieved my clothing, and put them back on. While I strolled towards the door, I asked myself when I should realize not to depend on someone else.

My happiness shouldn’t be dependent on anyone!

Well, it was painful to be ignored after the s*x. Did w****s feel the same thing? If they didn’t, then would it make a difference? I shook my head in defiance because I couldn’t accept it. I was never a w***e, right? Owning those toys wouldn’t be considered sinful, right?

“Where are you going, Cassie?”

I stood frozen at the door when I heard his voice. He was supposed to be out somewhere and not try to console my broken heart. Yes, the way he ignored me after the deed broke my heart and I couldn’t forgive him for that. I turned around to face him and smiled. “I’m going home, Keith. Thank you for letting me spend a few minutes here,” I emphasized the length of my stay before showing him my back. The door creaked open and the cold wind welcomed me outside.

“Please stay,” he requested while holding a little part of my dress.

I looked at him and wondered why he acted so vulnerable in my eyes. His pleading eyes almost convinced me but I recalled what he did earlier and I remained standing outside his door. “I can’t,” I told him.

“Why not?”

“I’m not welcome here, Keith.”

Keith closed the distance between us and enveloped me in his warm embrace. I wasn’t supposed to cry but my eyes became watery when he hugged me. The warmth coming from his body allowed me to believe that we had a future together despite our twisted fate or my twisted personality.  

However, I couldn’t be bothered with something less important such as love or affection.

“Please stay,” he begged once again and I was almost moved by his gentle words.

“Why? Do you want another round of what we did earlier?” I asked but he clenched his jaw in response. Did I say something wrong? I just told him what I was thinking and there’s nothing wrong with it.

 “What’s wrong with you, Cassandra?”

It was the first time I heard him call me with my full name and I wasn’t pleased with it. He sounded angry when he asked, and I abhorred it! “Don’t you dare raise your voice on me, Keith!”

“Because you are being stubborn! Aren’t you happy that I asked you to stay?”

What did he say? Whoa, I became speechless at his question and I wanted to smack his head for feeling entitled. “Did you think I will beg for your attention just because we did it?” Keith was stunned at my inquiry but I supposed he should stop feeling entitled just because I gave myself to him…for free!

“You allowed me to touch you, kiss you, and take you over and over because you like me. Deny it if you can,” he announced.

The wind outside became more chilly and I could feel it in my bones. I crossed my arms on my chest to warm myself then I looked at him in the eye. “You’re a good lover, Keith and it’s enough of a reason for me to do it with you…again and again. Whenever I wanted to,” I added.

I witnessed how he balled his fist and how his veins popped up on his neck when he tried to suppress his anger. Then, I squealed in horror when he suddenly grabbed me back inside his territory and put me again into the sofa where I spread my legs for him earlier.

When he loomed above me, I was a little scared. I waited for him to attack, and then his phone beeped nonstop. He retrieved it from the center table and soon, his forehead furrows. He looked at me with a clenched jaw, as if I did something to displease him, and I wondered why.

Without warning, he powered on the television and my eyes widened when reporters camped outside a familiar apartment complex. It’s Nancy’s apartment for goodness sake but before I would tremble in fear, I stared at the screen and forced myself to watch it without feeling anything.

“We shouldn’t watch that kind of thing if you want to do it again with me,” I said before snatching the remote control from his hand and scanned for some movies to watch but then he snatched back the remote control and changed the channel.

“Someone was murdered…again.”

I lifted my eyebrow because the headline clearly stated that it was suicide. “It says suicide,” I pointed the caption for him to read it.

Keith clenched his jaw and stared at the screen. “The killer strikes again,” he said.