Closer

By Lilly Garfield

We weren't friends. We didn't even necessarily like each other. Yet, every Thursday I would knock on his door and expect admittance. 

Once inside, we wouldn't speak. Instead, he would grab my face and kiss me like he hated me and it would continue from there. 

On this particular engagement, he had left the side door open and I walked in unannounced. The condo was black but I had been there enough to know it by feel. The door to his room was closed but music played lowly behind it. A bit of soft light peeked between the door and the carpet. 

Just as my hand found the knob, the door jerked open and a blindfold was placed over my eyes. The shock and immediacy knocked me off balance and into a wall. A hand on the back of my neck held me while another clasped my hands behind my back and tied my wrists with with something itch and uncomfortable. Two hands found my shoulders and forced me to my knees.

Candlelight snuck under my blindfold and was comforting for just a minute before I opened my mouth to take a deep breath and he forced himself between my lips. I heard my buttons scatter as he ripped my shirt open and threw me to the ground. Something hot dripped down my chest and between my breasts. This was followed by the cooling of ice and the heat of his tongue as it followed the line up to my neck. He bit my earlobe and I let out a slight simper which he answered by grabbing the back of my hair and planting my face into a nest of pillows. 

He bit my shoulder as he entered me and the wetness of blood trickled down my back. 

When he finished, he cleaned my wounds with a damp cloth and unbound my hands. As I reached up to remove my blindfold he whispered, "I drew you a hot bath."