It wasn’t enough that he was coming back. He wasn’t here now, and now was when h

It wasn’t enough that he was coming back. He wasn’t here now, and now was when he wanted him. It wasn’t enough that he’d do all of those things that he would do to her, the instant he was through the door, because right this second the door was an inanimate object, immobile, still. It was something that wasn’t moving a millimetre, and she was all alone.  Impatience bubbled up in her throat like a hangover. It made her uncomfortable, wanting to move just so that she could shake it clear. She squirmed on the sofa, before she suddenly shot up onto her feet and paced around the room. These were the dead minutes, the hour that made up the time between her getting home and him.  Her feet protested even that small pressure, the constant press on the floor against the sole, so she hopped over to the table, her thumb tapping out a quick beat against each fingertip, before she slid up onto the surface. She didn’t know why she wanted to be there, but she did know that the hardness of the wood against her back felt amazing. She arched her shoulders, felt it dig against them, and for a moment she forgot about the half an hour slowly trickling down, the watched sand thumping onto its brethren with the force of a meteor.  And it felt like the customary half a billion years before the next one came along, another second falling down with the finality of a point well made. But now, right here, against the table, her mind wandered. And, as always tended to happen with her particular mind, it wandered to him.  She had one hand between her legs, just tracing lines up and down herself through the thin material of her underwear, and another lewdly groping at her chest, when the latch in the door clicked.  She didn’t realise he was there as the door gently clicked shut. She didn’t stop moving her hands as he set down his suitcase, and hung up his coat. Her hands didn’t slow when he took his time walking over to her on the table. She had her eyes closed when his hand settled around her neck, although they flashed open once his grip started to squeeze. Her hand stopped once his hand settled over it, but then it started again when he started to force her, although it was with a little more force and speed than before.  She stared up at his eyes and he stared down at hers, and he made her come before he made her pay. -- source link

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