Proserpina
Taken by surprise, I recoiled in hurt.
We had just shared a magical night and the only words he had for me after that were...these ???
He stood up, slowly. I licked my dry lips. The white dress shirt he was wearing, was open to the waist, exposing his bare chest with the wiry hair and sculpted torso and I shut my eyes briefly as a memory of how I had hungrily licked his taut nipples last night came to my mind.
It seemed like a distant dream now as I felt my chest heaving with foreboding, watching him approach with the gait of a panther approaching its hapless prey.
He crossed and came to stand a few feet from me, his drink in his hands. The air in the large room was thick with desire as he stroked my heated cheek with the moist tumbler and gave a harsh laugh as I flinched, my breath coming faster.
His eyes on my breasts as they strained against the tight shirt I was wearing, he went on almost conversationally, in a hoarse growl, his eyes on my face,
'I had a different woman every night after you left. Sometimes two. Sometimes more.'
He moved closer.
I stood stiffly, proudly. Refusing to show any emotion. Careful to keep a blank face, I focussed on his strong, square chin where the shadow of stubble was clearly visible. Clenching my fists to avoid reaching out to stroke his face, I remained rigid, unblinking.
Lucien wanted to hurt me and he had succeeded.
But I wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing how his words had affected me.
He moved into my space. I lifted my chin and met his cold blue eyes bravely.
There was something frightening about him and I guessed that he had been drinking steadily since afternoon. A fury that was barely controlled.
Panicking, I stepped back, coming up against the wooden paneling; his hand snaked out and jerked me hard against him, encircling my waist easily with his free arm. His eyes slid over me and dropped to the gaps in my shirt where the buttons strained to keep my heavy breasts within its constraints. Feeding the twins had made my breasts fill out even more and my old shirts look positively vulgar, I thought, shamefully.
My silence seemed to add fuel to his anger.
Tightening his grip on me, he grated, "Why the hell can't you cover your f *cking tits and ass?"
Furious and struggling, I tried to pull away but slamming the glass down on the table, he gripped me with both arms, jerking me to his hard body, his voice thick with anger as he growled.
"You little slut. Do you want men to lust over you? Is that it, eh? Every male who sees you should want to f*** you, is that what you ...?'
He never finished.
I kicked him hard on the shins and remembered too late that it was his injured leg. With an oath, he ripped open my shirt and twisting my arms painfully, rammed me against the wood-panelled wall. I panted, in anger and desperation and spat at him,
"I apologise, O Lord and Master, but you see, I don't have any fancy clothes; I don't..."
As he continued to press into me, the contours of his hard body demanding release, I felt the flood of wetness between my thighs and the fight suddenly went out of me. As always, I felt my body reacting to his closeness, wanting him so badly.
I whispered wearily, my eyes on his hard line of a mouth,
"Lucien, please, what have I done wrong this time?"
But there was no room for explanations. Seeming to be fuelled by my submission, he roughly plundered my mouth, subjugating me and I, fool that I am, surrendered to his touch eagerly.
Even as the groping of his hands grew more purposeful and his hands moved to the waistband of my yoga pants, the door opened. Lucien raised his flushed head, enraged and I pulled my damaged shirt across my near-exposed breasts.
***
Shark stood there, Lucien's closest friend and a man I shrank from. I had met him once before I had run away and his hot yellow eyes had seemed to ravish me then. Now I felt myself go hot and then cold all over at the lustful expression on his face as he openly leered at me.
'Damn it man, can't you knock?" roared Lucien, pushing me behind him as I slipped out of his arms and hastily yanked my damaged shirt over my body, my back to the man in the doorway whose eyes seemed to be drilling holes through my clothes. Distantly, I was aware that Lucien had positioned his big body before me, effectively blocking me from Shark's greedy gaze. With a defiant toss of my head, I prepared to leave.
"Knock? You kiddin' me, bro!' he laughed, an ugly mocking sound to my sensitive ears, yellow eyes gleaming lasciviously, 'Remember how we shared women not so long ago? At the same time? How about...'
I flashed him a murderous look.
Just try it, I thought furiously as I pushed past Lucien and flounced up to the door, wanting to leave without touching him.
But the disgusting fellow continued to stand in the doorway, so close that I had no option but to push past him as I scampered out, while he seemed to be stripping me with his eyes. He put out a hand to grope me but I slapped him hard and ran away.
"Still hot, isn't she? Even after two kids?" sneered Shark, not attempting to disguise the lust in his voice as I slipped past him.
And as I ran away, I caught the last remark.
"Delano bro, you were never keen on plump broads with big tits..."
The crudity of the remark stunned me and I didn't stop to listen to Lucien's reply as I ran up the stairs, humiliated.
I wished then that I could take to my bed, sobbing my heart out, and be comforted by the hero of my story like a heroine in a romance.
No such luck. Changing into a fresh, large man's shirt, I found in the closet, I went to check on my children who were half asleep. Then I sat before the TV, staring at the blank screen, in a daze till I fell asleep there on the large couch.
Lucien didn't come to me that night.