Mister Distraction (Distraction #2) by Stephanie Jean Read Free Book Online Page B

fingernails on a chalkboard. From this position I could see how turned on she was. Her cunt was dripping wet.
    I made a beeline for the nightstand, snatching the gag and blindfold out of the drawer. She didn’t see it coming; she was in the middle of telling me I couldn’t live without this connection, couldn’t live without her. She was telling me we were made for each other. I applied the gag first, and then the blindfold.
    She didn’t notice when I left the room. My sympathy for her constant need for attention was nonexistent. I needed to eat and get something to drink. I retrieved a frozen meal out of the freezer, threw it in the microwave, and snatched a beer out of the refrigerator. I relaxed at the kitchen table naked and enjoyed my meal in silence. I was craving something stronger, something to take the edge off. I grabbed the bottle of Jack and leaned against the counter. I poured myself a tall glass, finished it off, and then poured another.
    When I felt the alcohol fill my body, I treaded over to the balcony and picked up two pairs of boxers on the ground that didn’t meet their fate. I rescued the pairs of socks and put them back in their original spot.
    An hour had passed before I returned to the bedroom where Bettina was tied to the bed. I glared at her and felt no spark, no urge to fuck her. She was positioned beautifully, but I found her ugly. I debated throwing a bag over her face or a pillow, but didn’t. She was calmer now, no longer thrashing her head the way she was before I left her. I thought she was asleep. I grabbed a condom, but the way this was going I wouldn’t be able to use it.
    I climbed onto the bed, positioned myself between her legs, and closed my eyes. I saw black hair, shiny and long, and my dick was instantly hard. I stroked it with my eyes glued shut. I slipped the condom over the swollen head and down my long shaft. I kept my eyes closed and fucked Bettina hard, picturing the innocent, shifty, blue-eyed girl with the pink cheeks. I pulled out just before I came and opened my eyes. I watched my sperm fill the condom as my penis finished pulsating. I untied her, removed the blindfold and gag, and abandoned theroom, leaving Bettina breathless and smiling on the bed. I cursed myself for my newest low point.

    In the morning, I left early and didn’t even wake Bettina. I made my way to the coffeehouse. It was the end of May and it was raining, which was unusual for Northern California. I waited inside the shop by the door, and I kept my eyes out for her. My phone read 7:15 when she appeared, coming from the parking lot. She had a jacket on, and a hood over her head, but I could tell by her delicate walk and her tiny body that it was her. As the rain started to pour, she took off in a run. She did a leap over two puddles with perfect form, and I thought she must’ve been a dancer. She reached the door and I opened it. I heard the end of the cutest giggle.
    “Thank you,” she said sincerely, but didn’t look up. She shook herself off at the door, wiping her feet on the mat, and made her way to the table where she sat the day before.
    I noticed others watching her, but she didn’t acknowledge anyone, and just continued to clear the table where she sat. She removed the napkins, jars of jams, and sugar. I was intrigued and curious about this girl. I ordered a latte and went to sit near her.
    As I passed her table, her smell hit me once again and my eyes rolled back in my head. I felt my cock twitch and press uncomfortably against the zipper of my dress pants. I settled at the table down from her, so I sat directly across, face to almost face if she would just look up. I had a perfect view and took advantage of it, memorizing everything. Her hair was in a ponytail today, her neck was small, and her jaw was feminine and smooth. Her eyes were buried in her computer, so I couldn’t see them. Her small hands looked delicate, and her tiny fingernails were pink. She was perfect in every