DON'T...DO...IT

LOLA

The door slammed hard into lock with just me and Freddy left in the room.

Eddy had chuckled lightly after hearing me, maybe feeling high that he was able to subdue me or perhaps feeling defeated that he couldn't be the villain of the story like he would have loved to.

He had leisurely walked out of the room, Connor following suite almost immediately.

Freddy was staring at me like he could get the truth out of my mouth with his eyes.

The air conditioner rumbled lightly as an undertone to the deafening silence that reigned between us.

"Why would you do that?" Freddy asked, confusion locked in his expression as he continued to stare at me.

"I'm not sure," I replied simply, moving to climb out of the bed, but he walked over to stand in front of me, our legs almost napping at each other's, completely stopping me from making any forward movement.

I couldn't stop my eyes as they trailed up his body until they met his own eyes. He was still staring.

"You don't believe me?" I asked, forcing myself to chuckle. It was painful — pretending that everything was okay when I was totally lost on a part of my memory and my body ached all over.

"I do believe you, but I want to know why!" he protested, running his fingers through his glossy blonde hair in frustration.

"I said I'm not sure," I snapped, tugging at his legs for him to move because before anything else, I would like to start with a warm bath. 

I felt really weak, like my bones were all broken, and worst, because I'm not sure how I ended up like this, but more than anything, I wanted Freddy to get off me.

"C'mon, Lola. Can't you tell how worried I am? You owe an explanation as to why you're here as my elder brother's wife, but that doesn't mean I want you dead," Freddy spoke, grabbing my shoulders firmly and bending to meet my sitting height.

For the first time, since I opened my eyes, I noticed how Freddy was still fully fitted in his Italian coutured suit — his tie was still in place and he hadn't even bothered taking his jacket off. It was totally unlike him.

I swallowed, my emotions softening into desire, that part of me that longed to be valued again taking over.

I needed whatever it was Freddy was doing. I was broken by whatever might have happened. I was sure Eddy was behind it, and that shattered me even more.

For some strange reason, more than a hot bath, I needed solace, assurance that I was still a human in Eddy's house, that the world doesn't see me the same way he sees me — less than human.

"You wanted me out of your sight the last time," my voice was loaded with emotion.

"Have you been good?" he asked instead, ignoring my comment.

"I---I---," I gasped, my breathing firing up as his grip on my shoulders loosened.

My thighs warmed up quickly and a slow wave of desperation rippled through my body.

I swallowed.

It became quiet again.

"I am fine," I managed, swallowing again. This time, the gulp against my throat was loud and implicating.

I felt his thumb brush against my lower lip, and I nibbed the feel up hungrily with my tongue. I did that too fast, without even thinking. 

Only realizing after that my eyes had fallen shut along the lines of my uncontrollable thoughts. I kept them shut. I couldn't even dare to look at him, not now. Not after such an unbelievable show of shameless slutty desire.

My p*ssy was throbbing hard, but my heart was beating even harder.

What if he pushes me away again like the last time?

I could swear my lips were already curled up to beg him, but before I was able to say a word, he pushed my shoulders with just enough strength to get me down on my back.

My rose clenched with want, opening wide in readiness to be dealt with.

A sharp moan escaped my throat, and I pulled my palms over my mouth to muffle the next sound I might not be able to stop from happening.

"Tell me if it gets unbearable," he groaned lazily against my ears and f*ck! I had forgotten how good Freddison could be.

I nodded quickly, impatient on what he had for me tonight.

Slowly, he pulled my knees up until my joint ached. It reminded me of my weight, how too full I was to attain certain postures.

"Don't worry about it. You're perfect," he whispered.

I winced at how my petals flapped to the excitement of what was coming.

He began to raise my dress, the soft ruffling of the fabric caressing my slow impatient breathing.

He pulled at my underwear until it was hanging somewhere close to the round of my feet.

"Relax," he encouraged, and I nodded.

As if he was waiting for that particular nod, I felt his finger dig into the center of my rose, slushing through the thick sleek fluid glossed over it.

I gasped, aching my body up and fighting for air.

"Shush!" he commanded. I bit down on my teeth, unable to control how fired up I had now become.

"Good girl," he drawled, and I could imagine him smiling to the helplessly vulnerable sight of me.

I stretched my hands forward, wanting to catch his own hand, but when I couldn't, I ached my back up, neglecting the pain that pulled at my neck and shoulders.

"Take it easy," he spoke again before I caught his arm and pressed it more inside me, moaning to the pleasure of being wanted and being wanted enough to show it.

"I know you like it," he acknowledged, digging deeper, slower, causing electric to snap off against my brain at while I fumbled under the torture of not being able to moan — we were right on top of my matrimonial bed and I could bet with an arm that the door wasn't locked.

The moment was sudden yet needed that none of us could back down even fully aware of the danger our actions webbed.

My petals were well receptive to Freddy's command, twitching and vibrating against his consistent back and forth.

I was handling the moment well, I didn't want it to stop until slowly, his hand crawled up to my neck, pushing back on my shoulders until I was pinned to the mattress.

In that moment, it was as if everything became unbearably intense.

"Tell me the truth, Lola," Freddy's voice splattered against my skin, my rose fluttering to how awfully controlled his breathing danced on the words.

I gagged.

"Don't....do...it.”