Capturing Connie

Connie 5

He may not be willing to risk his reputation over me, but he might be willing to confront Steven off company grounds. And if he does, I know exactly what's going to happen.

A fight.

A dangerously quiet argument that makes things worse for me by fueling their hatred for each other.

Or worse- Steven will listen to Kevin, and Kevin will tell him every piece of information he knows about what happened less than three years ago.

And then...

No. No. I deserve to relax for the evening. After the tension with Steven and the anger from Kevin, I need a shower.

I strip completely naked in my living room and set my jaw. Who cares if the blinds are open? I do. But I'm going to pretend I don't. I deserve to pretend I feel confident today.

I deserve it.

The bathroom is relatively large and the shower is dual headed, creating a gorgeously thick cascade of water for me to drown my sorrows in. I turn it up as hot as I can stand it and step in, gasping as the heat hits my skin and I melt.

I stand for a moment, trying to relax my body and breathe in the steam accumulating. I feel almost as if I could forget everything that's happened tonight.

Well, the things I want to forget.

I lean my face into the stream and a small smile cracks my face. The heat reminds me of Stevens gentle, possessive kiss to my forehead. My fingers comb my hair back into the curly, soaking wet clumps of hair I spent years on perfecting. I wonder what it'd be like to have my hair pulled. To have Steven tangle his fingers in my hair and squeeze as he presses his lips to mine. I shiver and run a finger over my bottom lip, imagining the feel of him against me. Hot and commanding against my own weak and easily destroyed body.

I wonder what it's like to be destroyed purposefully. To let someone take control and explore every inch of your body. Map it out, learn every curve and crevice.

I bite my lip. There's a new heat now, pooling between my legs slightly more viscous and slippery than water.

'I shouldn't... It's not professional. I'm not taking up his proposition.' I scold myself.

The shower. I have to get out of the shower. I turn it to cold for a moment to shock the lust out of me and step out. My naked body drips streams of water onto the floor as I look into the mirror.

I'm average sized, not too tall but not short either. I'm curvy I guess and my breasts are full. I'm not as full figured as the other women at work though, with their bodies curving in all the right places. I turn and look at my ass from behind, grimacing at the scar tissue that darkened the skin around my butt. I see the faint claw marks that form a semi-circle around the top of my breasts from my incident with Ronaldo. I shiver and turn away, not willing to count every imperfection he placed on me.

Every imperfection he placed in me. That's what Daddy called my marks and bruises, the psychological damage.

"Imperfections, dear Connie. Just little imperfections. Cover them and be back to work in three weeks."

No, what I deserve is a release. I deserve to relax and slip away.

Lying down on my bed, I spread my legs and dig into the bedside dresser drawer. I pull out the object of interest and lie on my back.

'Steven...'

Those dark eyes and the way he touched my body when he told me I'd lay down and take him.

Another shiver runs down my spine, but this time from pleasure. I press the button on top of the vibrator and arch my back as the vibrations hit my clit. My pussy immediately dampens and I work it against me as I chase the forbidden idea of Steven ramming into me.

I don't for a moment think about what Kevin's doing, or Lapis or my sisters or father. I just keep rubbing and teasing myself until I'm close. So close.

Every breath is a shudder of excitement and my nipples harden to erect little peaks.

Steven would notice that immediately, he'd grab my breasts and knead them until I was mewling like a kitten, begging for more.

He'd laugh at me, I know he would. That dangerously sexy chuckle would make me whimper with arousal as he got closer.

My toes curl as I imagine him pressing his lips other places than my forehead. To my neck, my chest and stomach, in between my legs. Oh god, what's it like to be kissed there? Kevin never kissed me anywhere but my lips. But Steven wouldn't be satisfied with that. He'd want me to squirm.

My body is reacting more now, and I can't help the moan that escapes my lips; loud and needy for an orgasm.

I'm so close, so close my pussy quivers with warning.

The thought of Steven touching me, working my body and whispering dirty words is too much.

My mouth falls open in a silent scream as my body seizes with unbearable pleasure. As vibrations and spasms travel through me, I realize: I have to take his offer.

Hey, sorry about the short chapter, but I'm teeing up for the next chapter or maybe the one after that. I have lots of content on the way so I'm sorry 😐. Probably a terrible chapter but I'll do better next time.

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