I rush to leave the party as if chased by demons. It is only when I get home that I remember I have forgotten about Sofia.
She calls me an hour later, sounding excited and insisting we meet tomorrow.
“Maybe,” I tell her. “I might have to do something else.”
After I hang up, I am too wired to settle down to sleep.
“Dane,” I whisper, testing his name on my tongue.
He knew who I was. He knew who Aeron was. He knows where Aeron is right now.
I shiver, suddenly anxious. This all feels out of my control, not quite right.
I find myself pacing my room. My head whirls with images of the party. I almost feel I am still back there, standing amongst that crowd as they drink and dance.
I vaguely am aware of falling into bed, still dressed in my party outfit. And yet I am also back there. Dreaming a dream so real. The crowd is thinner now, more elegantly dressed. He finds me. Coming up behind me, he brings me a glass of sparkling liquid to ease my thirst.
I down it in a single long gulp, and deposit the crystal glass on the tray of a passing waiter in a white tux and a black bow tie. There were no waiters earlier. Where did he come from?
I smooth my dress over my hips. It is scarlet and floor-length, with a high slit up the back of the skirt. The top is two small bits of fabric covering my curvy breasts, held in place by thin straps over my shoulders. I have never worn anything like it before.
He wraps his arms around my toned waist from behind and possessively pulls me against him. Through the thin fabric, I feel the intense heat and hardness of his fit body.
“I saw you,” he whispers, his voice so low as if it coming from far away.
“Saw me?”
“Saw you with him. Tonight. Doing this…”
He puts his hand into the slit at the back of my dress. He cups my ass cheek briefly before slipping between my legs. His finger pushes inside my soaked flesh.
I give a loud cry of pleasure. Another finger joins the first. Another cry emerges from my mouth.
I close my eyes and bite my lip, lost in the feeling of him pleasuring me. My hands clutch at the iron band of his arm around my waist that is firmly holding me in place.
I turn my face towards him and he kisses me. He whispers to me in Aeron’s voice. “I saw you, baby. I saw him do this to you.”
He is Aeron. My Aeron. He presses a third finger inside me and I give a loud cry. The intensity of my pleasure makes my body shake.
“Why did you do it, baby?” he says. “I missed you so much.”
He pulls his fingers out of me, leaving me feeling empty.
“Don’t go!” I whisper, desperate to hold on to him. Stunned that he has seen this betrayal too. I never meant for this to happen.
I try to turn around to tell him how I’ve missed him, how I have longed for him, but his steely arm holds me in place. I feel his other hand brushing the firm globes of my ass, so lightly it is torture.
“Did you want me, baby?” he says.
“Yes, Aeron. I love you. I’ve missed you so much.”
“Don’t lie,” he says. “You only wanted me for what you could get, just like the others.”
“Please, Aeron. I’ve always loved you.”
His fingers trail circles over my ass. “You were so good at telling lies.”
“I’m so sorry for what I did.”
“You would have done worse,” he says.
“I love you. I still want you.”
“The only thing you’ll get from me is this.”
His hand slides around to my front. I cry out as his fingers find my hyper-sensitive bud. I gasp loudly and clutch his manacle arm around my waist, shackled by my desire, powerless to stop his fingers playing with me. He dips lower, towards my entrance, and the flesh there bursts into life, screaming for his attention.
Behind me, I can feel his hardness pressing against me, I rise up on my tiptoes, trying to reach it. I want him inside me. Deep inside. I want to bite the back of my hand to stop my scream of sheer pleasure.
“Please!” I beg him. “I need you inside me!”
“This is all you’ll get from me,” he growls, rubbing my tender bud furiously hard and sending shock waves through me. “This is all you deserve.”
I am too far gone for reason. Too far gone to understand the pain and anger in his voice.
I grind my ass into his hardness, desperate for him. I cry out, “I want you!”
“Like this?” he growls, and gives a single thrust against the swollen flesh between my legs.
Ardent cries rip out of my throat as pleasure crashes through my body.
Afterwards, he holds me and sways me in time to the music, as if reluctant to let me go.
“You’re all I want,” I whisper.
His mouth is softly kissing my neck. It stills.
“Liar,” he whispers. And then he pushes me out of his embrace and stalks away.
