Bow Down(145)

More than that, I didn’t know what he wanted from me. He said he just wanted to sleep with me, but he’d taken me out to dinner first. If this was just some booty call, I didn’t know why he brought me to such an impressive place.

He talked dirty, but he also seemed completely engaged with me, like I was the only important person in the world. It was almost flattering, and it really drew me toward him.

When I was done, I ordered an Uber on my phone. I flagged the waiter to pay, but apparently the bill had already been covered.

Rafa was an impressive man, as much as I hated to admit it.

I got into the Uber and it sped me back home. Once in my apartment, I got into my comfy clothes and sat down on the couch to spend the night watching crappy TV and thinking about my stupid decisions.

Dasha was one of those stupid decisions. I shouldn’t have let her go, but I’d thought she had told me enough to get me started.

As it turned out, she hadn’t told me anything. There was no information on the Spiders anywhere. I’d figured I had just missed it in all my research, but as I started going over everything again, I realized that there simply was nothing about them.

Nothing online, nothing in print, just nothing. It was like they didn’t exist.

And yet she had said they were doing some serious work to save women in the city. If they really were attacking whorehouses and saving sex slaves, how had I not heard about it?

It had been so stupid not to press her. But Dasha seemed intense and scary, like she really was the warrior she said she was. I had no real reason to doubt her other than the fact that it seemed totally crazy for that to be the truth.

I sat there watching television for the whole night, idly scanning the internet for any information on the Spiders, already knowing I wouldn’t find any. The night slipped by, and before I knew it, the clock said it was midnight.

I stood up, yawning, and got ready for bed. I had another long day of digging into the research tomorrow, and hopefully I’d find something. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and then got into bed.

And then started to think about Rafa.

Just like he had said I would, as soon as I got into bed, I began to imagine his face and his eyes staring into mine. He was so damn intense and strong in a way that I’d never seen before. I couldn’t really put my finger on it, but as soon as he got near me, I felt it jolting down my spine. I wanted to give myself to him, even though I knew that was totally insane.

He was still a stranger. He had dodged my questions about his job and basically wanted to keep talking about how he’d undress me. He was smart and he was slippery, but he was also handsome and a really good kisser.

I couldn’t help but slip my hands underneath my panties as I began to picture what could have been tonight.

I knew I would have let him do whatever he wanted with me. He would have slipped his fingers between my legs and found me soaking wet. No doubt he would have made some comment that would drive me crazy, make me mad and embarrassed, but he’d be too busy slowly rubbing my clit. My anger would only heighten the pleasure as that dirty bastard would kiss my neck.

I let out a soft moan as I began to rub my own clit. I realized that I hadn’t gotten off in almost a month, since I was too busy with the damn story. I let out a little gasp as I began to work myself, and my fantasy about Rafa deepened.

He’d bite my lip and spin me around, slowly pulling my panties down my legs. He’d slap my ass and whisper in my ear. He’d make me beg before finally pressing his thick cock between my legs.

Oh fuck, and it would feel perfect; I already knew it. He’d fuck me like a savage, his cock deep inside me as he slapped my ass and grunted dirty things into my ear. I would work my hips, sliding up and down his thick shaft, taking his cock like I couldn’t live without it.

I bit my lip, working my pussy, imagining Rafa’s body against mine. I knew this was what he really wanted me to do, but I couldn’t help myself. It was almost as if because he had commanded me to do it, I couldn’t help but follow through.

Just then, there was a loud knock. For a second, I thought it was just my own mind and my own fantasy. But no; it happened again. I stopped working myself, listening.

It happened again. Someone was knocking at my door.

I sat up, glancing at the clock. It was twelve thirty at night. I had no clue who could possibly be at my door, but I was suddenly nervous.

I got dressed again and got out of bed, frustrated all over again. I walked to the door as the knocking started getting more insistent.

“Okay, okay,” I called out. I made sure the chain was set before I cracked the door opened.

Standing there, illuminated by the hallway’s light, was Rafa.