Page 14 of Wrong Cabin, Right Time
I force those thoughts away as I wrap my hand around my cock. It’s soft, but it doesn’t take long for me to feel it stiffening in my palm. I have a few fantasies I run through regularly. When it comes to these things, I prefer the tried and true. I don’t want to make things up with new women or scenarios.
I’m normally very picky regarding women, and there are a select few I find sexually arousing. One I think of often is my former assistant, Penny. Before I sold my company, I noticed how beautiful she was. She was petite, with natural black hair, green eyes, and a curvy figure that caught my attention several times.
When I think of Penny, I think of a late night in the office. I’m slaving away behind the desk, coding a new feature for the user interface on our website. Sure, it’s something I can pass down to an underling, but I like to have control. Penny usually waits for me to leave so she can lock everything properly. Today, it’s late and almost everyone else is gone.
She knocks on the door, and I reluctantly look away from the code to see her standing with her arms behind her back, pressing her chest forward.
“Mr. Blacksburg, you seem stressed.” Penny strolls across the office and sits on my desk, her legs stretched out right next to me as she slowly hikes up her skirt. “It’s my job to make sure you’re not stressing out.”
She grabs my hands and places them on her thighs. I instinctively spread them apart, splaying her out on the desk before me. Only this time, when I look up to see her face, expecting her red lips to part mischievously as she unleashes her black hair from its bun, I see Sage.
Her pink hair hangs around her shoulders as she sits naked on the desk. The very same pink pussy I saw nights ago is on full display.
My eyes open in the shower, and I move my hand from my raging hard-on and shake off the thought. I can’t think about her like that.Not right now.She shouldn’t be a part of these fantasies.
I close my eyes to try to think of Penny again, but all I can think about is Sage hopping out of bed, completely naked, and inspecting the house.
I groan as I squeeze myself hard in frustration. I force the image of Penny back into my head. I try to concentrate on her black hair as I pump my hand harder on my cock. I blink, and the black turns to pink.
I forget the hair and think of Penny’s lips wrapped around me, her head bobbing up and down while she sucks me eagerly. I can feel myself climbing closer and closer to the edge, but I’m just not getting there.
I shift the fantasy to send me over, imagining us taking it to the bed, Penny completely splayed out while I shove my cock inside her. I close my eyes, and all I see is Sage in her bed, her pussy bare and ready for the taking.
No. No. No. I’m not thinking about her like this ... Can I?
Nothing’s working.
Whatever I do, I can’t force the thought of her aside, so maybe I should just go with it?
I close my eyes again, this time imagining her on purpose. The thought is weird at first, almost taboo, but when I stroke my cock, it feels right. She is lying in bed, her legs spread, her pussy glistening, but then she opens her mouth and lectures me on drinking cow’s milk instead of oat. Ugh, that would be just like her. She would go on and on about essential oils or some nonsense.
“Fuck!” I shout, opening my eyes and slamming my fist against the tile wall.
My frustration is clouding my vision as I step out of the shower. It’s like there’s something on my shoulder nagging me about everything I can’t do today. Things I can’t do because ofher.
I can’t kill because of Sage, and I can’t even fucking jack off because of her. Everything is messed up, and it’s all her fault.
I’m done. This is it.Today she dies.
My stomach churns as I decide to forgo my routine. Anxiety fills my chest, thinking about how I am deviating from my schedule, but what other choice do I have? I can’t get her out of my head. She has to go.
This might be the quickest I’ve ever decided to end someone’s life, but what can I say? Sage has a very negative impact on me.
I put on a pair of pants and my black shirt and storm out of the house. Halfway there, I realize I was in such a rush I didn’t bring my gloves or any of the tools I would usually use.
Fuck it. I’ll make this a quick-and-easy strangulation. Not my preferred method by any means, but it’ll get the job done. That’s all I need right now.
I laugh out loud on the way there, running my fingers through my hair as I anticipate the calm I will feel when this is finally over. It’s not Kevin, but it’ll do. Maybe I can finally relax.
My frustration is clouding my judgment as I get to the cabin, popping open a window she’s so foolishly left unlocked and climbing in. I’m in the living room and looking around for any sign of her. It hasn’t been that long since our last encounter, and there’s a chance she’ll be defensive seeing me, but I doubt it. Common sense doesn’t seem to be her friend. At least I can take advantage of that.
I move toward the couch as quietly as I can, peeking inside the hallway where the bedrooms are. Just as I manage to look through it, Sage walks out of a room and stares at me. Her eyes widen from the surprise, and my entire body goes stiff.
She’s in the same dress she was wearing when I almost hit her with my car, but her knee is now bandaged. I try to ignore the part of my braintelling me she looks good. I’m immediately reminded of the fantasy I had in the bathroom that I couldn’t finish.
Sage doesn’t say anything as she closes the distance between us, and neither do I. This entire excursion is unplanned, and I need it to go my way. I can’t very well tell her I’m here to strangle her.
Before I know what’s happening, she’s running at me, and her hands are on my face, pulling me down toward her. Her lips fall on mine, and confusion overwhelms me. I shouldn’t feel this way. I can easily wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze. That’s what I came here for. What is stopping me?
