C16 Finding Inspiration

“Do you like it?” Hayden asked when he released my finger from his mouth.

He didn’t wait for me to reply before taking my ring finger into his mouth. He licked it, sucked on it, and twirled his tongue around it until my body trembled. The warmth and wetness of his mouth around my finger felt…so good.

By the time he had completed sucking and licking on all the fingers on my left hand, I was panting hard and out of breath. I could barely stand. I never thought that I could feel this turned on just from my left hand being kissed and licked. The pleasure he stirred within me from his playful kisses and sucking was unbelievably amazing.

“You have 29 days left. Good luck keeping the rest of your body to yourself, Malissa,” Hayden teased as he let go on my now completely wet hand.

As soon as he was done, I scooped up my clothes from the floor and used it to cover my body as fast as I could before running towards my bedroom. I heard him chuckling softly behind me as his eyes burned holes in my back. I felt frustrated at what had happened. I was ashamed of myself and shocked at my own reaction towards his advances.

When I arrived at my bedroom, I quickly went inside and slammed the door close behind me before locking it. Now that I was alone, all my false bravery melted as I crumbled to the ground. I sat down on the floor with my back leaning against the closed door as I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself.

I wanted to cry but I couldn’t. All I could do was sit there as flashes of what happened between Hayden and I replayed itself in my head. My body still trembled and felt hot all over from the place that he had caressed.

Slowly, I spread open my legs before dipping my hand in between them to touch the opening of my pussy. It was wet. I was flooded down there with my own love juices. I closed my eyes and banged my head back on the door.

How could I get this wet from his dirty touches?

My eyes opened wide as a sudden realization hit me…

Why did he get me to strip naked if all he wanted to claim was just my left hand?

He’s such a bastard…

In the end, I realized that Hayden didn’t touch my body with anything else besides his fingertips except for my left hand which he had “claimed”.

…

Today is my second day living under the same roof as Hayden, which meant that I had another 28 days left.

I woke up early with the intention to get a move on with my life. Even though I was physically sort of stuck here with Hayden, that didn’t mean that I could not move on with my life. I had a lot of work to do for university including a few art projects. In my final year of university, most of the work was course work and projects that needed to be handed in or displayed in the university’s art gallery.

The saddest part was that with all that had been going on with my parent’s newly discovered debt, the mafia attacking and kidnapping me, the failure of a wedding between Hayden and me, my grandmother being hospitalized…oh and so many other things, I haven’t even decided on the subject or theme of my project yet. I had a couple of projects but a painting that was due for a coursework would have to come first due to the deadline.

So…what should I paint? Where could I get decent inspiration?

I sat crossed legged on the soft bed as I thought hard about this. The bedroom was big; bigger than the house I used to live in with grandma but looking around didn’t give me any inspiration at all. Perhaps, I should go out to seek for some inspiration…

I picked up a sketchbook and some pencils before heading for the exit. The moment I opened the door I was greeted by the sight of three men in black waiting for me outside the door. Great.

“Where do you want to go, Miss Malissa?” one of them said, he was probably the leader of this team.

“I…want to go to the park or somewhere where I can get inspiration for my art project,” I said as I waved the blank sketchbook at the man.

“I see. We’ll accompany you,” the man said firmly.

Accompany me. More like make sure that I don’t escape. Whatever…

“Great. You’ll drive me?” I asked, a free ride in life might exist after all.

“Of course. Please follow me this way,” the man said as he gestured for me to follow him.

…

Now that I was at the park, I wasn’t sure what I came here for exactly. I mean, yes, I’m here to search for inspiration for my project but I wasn’t sure what exactly I was expecting to find here. The weather was decently nice. It wasn’t too cold, and it was nice and windy. There were many people walking around the park. Mothers and their children. Couples on a date. Owners with their dogs.

I sat on a wooden bench as I watched the people pass me by. No one would dare approach me, I thought, as I turned around to see the three men in black standing intimidatingly behind me. Why couldn’t they just wear normal clothes?

Ignoring their presence, I took out my sketchbook and began sketching whatever I saw in the park. A dog. A couple of children playing together. An old man holding his wife’s hand. Trees. Lastly, I sketched three roses. Flowers wouldn’t be the subject for my painting for sure, but it wasn’t a crime to sketch something for the pure joy of it.

I didn’t find anything inspirational now but who knows, perhaps these sketches would come to inspire me later on. I was too absorbed in my sketching that I didn’t realize my mobile phone ringing in my bag. It wasn’t often that someone would call me anyways. Plus, I wasn’t really in the mood to talk to anyone right now.

--To be continued…