The Prequel

Gasping for air to scream, she clawed his head with one hand while seeking anchoring to the bed with the other. Arching and twisting, looking, searching for air, her body was slipping on the edge of exploding.

He.

Had.

To.

Be.

Stopped!

She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. She had to contain. Her dignity and self respect rode on her ability to hold this beast in check. He was not to lord over her power.

He sensed her edge. He so wanted to hang her over it and allow her to see the abis. The depth of her pleasure. The very glare she feared. He wanted her to taste and see the raw hubris of fighting ghosts. He was no beast. He was a conductor. A masterful one at that. One who deserved the respect of trust. He had earned that much.

Tonight was not the night to let her free-fall however. She was not ready for that level of pleasure. He had to pull her back and let her catch her breath. There was a day set. A day or reckoning. Tonight was not the night.

Instead, he would show her just how much her desire for restraint was costing her. As she started to finally succumb to his orchestrated delivery, he stood up and walked out of the room.

The sudden change was not computing well with her mind. She couldn’t understand what was taking place. Something had changed. Her walls were cracked and her defense was exposed. Yet, he had not come in and taken by force what she had not authorized him to take.

As consciousness returned to reality, she was left with intense hunger and desire. He had not finished. She wanted more.

He. Had. Not. Finished!

Something was wrong with this picture. Something was not right. How dare he walk away from the job! Wait, he had walked away from the job she was not allowing him to do…

He.

Had.

Not.

Finished.

Wait. How? Men don’t have this level of control, do they?

What did this mean? What had changed?

With every effort available, she pulled herself together while clearing her throat. If this man wanted to play a game of who was more powerful, she would match his desire and crush him back into his lane. She ran the show. She kept tabs of everything. This move of his was not something he could have done on his own. Someone had had to teach him this. Some woman.

This was not his playbook. She vowed to find out just which woman had whispered into his ears these treacherous ideas. She would reign this man back into the fold. And that woman would be punished for messing with her man.

Next time he went down on her, she would see to it that he finished the job when she was ready for him to finish. Until then, every single surveillance skills she had would be put to the ultimate test. This heifer had to be found and dealt with fast and aggressively.

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