A Handy Man

Annihilator Monster

I think I cracked a rib yesterday… No sooner than she had tapped the arrow symbol to send her text message, the satisfied grimace on Susie’s face metamorphosed into mortification. The contact information crowned atop her phone screen most assuredly did not belong to the true, intended recipient. Said message had just been directed to a nascent acquaintance instead. Her thumbs blurred in a flurry of taps, coaxing an apology to manifest within the composition box.

OMG! I’m so sorry! I meant to send that to someone else. Please disrega… Sudden vibrations and an amusing audio tone signified the futility of her typing, however. Susie’s eyes traced the freshly blackened pixels superimposing a cyan speech bubble. Existing initially as ivy in the cracks of her anxiety, the ebony Ietter-forms momentarily evaded comprehension. Susie shook away her cognitive fog. She read the now fully-realized reply with dread.

Oh crap! What happened?! Brent didn’t know much about Susie aside from her recent divorce. They met when Susie transferred to Brent’s shift at the call center two months ago.

“Fuck! What am I going to say,” she wondered aloud. Susie quickly decided to weave a white lie since she certainly wasn’t comfortable being truthful in this particular instance. It wasn’t she that caused the injury – her lover was culprit. She rolled over onto her back and and searched the ceiling for answers from her crumpled bed sheets.

His next message appeared in short order. Do you need to go to Urgent Care today? His concern was genuine though his role as supervisor tinted his intent in shades of shift coverage. Susie’s heart migrating into her throat brought with it a difficulty swallowing.

No, sorry. I was being hyperbolic. I… She paused. Did she fall? Did she slip? Maybe it was best to remain vague. The Devil is always in the details. I fell yesterday and just wanted to whine about it to a friend but it sent to you instead. “There. He should ısparta escort buy that,” she posited.

Ok. Cool. Just keep me in the loop. Knowing she strafed further explanation for now did little to assuage the heat emanating from her cheeks. Brent liked to fill downtime at the office with nosey questions.

Susie, still supine, rested her phone at her side while traversing fingers of her other hand along the deep bruises underlining each breast. Her bottom lip reflexively breached her incisors at the reminiscence of her bruising’s placement. Both eyelids fell shut yet she saw a vivid construct of her lover before her. He was leaned back on her couch flanked by her thighs. When she could bring herself to look into Reign’s eyes, their passion bore straight through her cortex to her nervous system. Muscles responded in spasms prompting Susie to anchor fingernails into his shoulders. There wasn’t need for steadying herself, however; Reign’s control was absolute.

A sharp inhalation flared Susie’s nostrils when her hand grazed her clitoral hood piercing. She pressed into a bruise then moaned through clenched teeth, “those fucking hands.” She felt his gargantuan paws on her. Reign has strong, massive hands with a profound span. One of Susie’s paramount pleasures is the feeling of his hands around her neck and slender body. The day prior, those spans nearly circumscribed her ribcage. Susie resumed her focus on the couch only briefly before her alarm asserted it was time for work. Whimpering in protest to her responsibilities, she vowed to pick up tonight where she left off this morning. She made her way from the bed to the dresser, then winced at the embrace of her bra’s under wires.

Brent took immediate notice of the dreamy state of Susie’s face while she settled in at her desk. What he didn’t notice was how his subconscious had thin-sliced this observation as incongruous with a falling injury. All he knew was kastamonu escort his curiosity had ballooned. He waited until call queues diminished before approaching her cubicle. “How are the ribs?”

“Huhwha?” She snapped back to reality at the first of Brent’s syllables. Her cheeks flushed at having been startled.

“The ribs. Didn’t you say you took a spill and got hurt?”

“Oh! Yeah. I uh, yeah I’m okay.” Her words hung in the air for what seemed like eons.

“Did you take any medicine or anything for it? You seem kind of spacey.”

“Spacey?” Neural pathways finally fired in a sequence that facilitated the realization she had been caught daydreaming. “Ah! I’m sorry. No I haven’t taken anything. I just had something on my mind is all. That and I probably need to get some tea. I’ll be good to go once I get a bit more caffeine in my system. Ha.” She giggled nervously and excused herself from her desk. Brent, still not sure what to think, watched Susie’s pilgrimage to the break room.

Favorite snarky mug in hand, Susie entered the break room. The chill from the air conditioner was a welcomed blessing upon the hot shade of embarrassment exuding from her skin. She opened a small packet and transferred the teabag therein to her mug. She positioned the vessel beneath the hot water spigot of the office coffee maker and pulled its lever. As flustered as she was, it was nothing like the day before…

She was suddenly back home where she straddled her lover. Stationed in her mind was an emotional cocktail of fear, humiliation and ultimate arousal at having been so dehumanized by his hold. Just beneath Susie’s breasts were Reign’s thumbs; the nails of which were mere centimeters apart. His palms molded to the convex curves of her flanks and his fingers extended further around to frame her vertebrae. They clamped her torso like vices. He ratcheted tighter until Susie feared the snapping of bone was imminent. She was kayseri escort not fucking her lover. Reign’s powerful grip begat him full control of Susie’s body which he used to please himself. His cock angled skyward inside of her sex. Neither he nor she moved their hips. Reign flexed his arms and lifted his lover’s body. He then augmented gravity’s pull on Susie’s frame by wrenching her back down onto himself. No, she wasn’t fucking her lover. She was his toy in that moment and she never loved anything more.

Such a lucid reconstruction of Reign stroking his cock by moving Susie’s entire body up and down his shaft wasn’t enough to eclipse the blistering pain shooting from her fingers. Near-boiling water flooded over the lip of her mug, onto her hand and splattered the counter below. With a yelp she dropped her mug into the nearby sink and started the faucet. “Get a grip!” she muttered in frustration while running cold water over her burn. As if responding to an acknowledgement, her bruises sent a twinge of soreness through her chest. “Dammit!”

“Hey, why don’t you go home, take some medicine and rest up a bit. You can make up the few hours over the rest of the week.” To Brent, this short scene in the break room appeared as though Susie’s falling injury hurt more than she let on; so much so it reached the point of risky distraction. His curiosity converted to covering his ass. A worker’s compensation claim was the last thing he wanted to deal with.

“OH GOD! Brent, you have got to start wearing a bell or something. That’s twice you’ve scared the crap out of me.”

“My bad. But for real. If your ribs hurt you enough to cause you to burn yourself, you should probably go home. We’re slow today anyway.”

Susie decided against protesting. Brent helped make sure she closed down her workstation as well as getting to her car safely. Watching her supervisor re-enter the building, she could no longer stifle her laughter. She was sent home for being Reign’s fuck doll. She retrieved her phone from her purse and, after quadruple-checking the “To:” field, dispatched a text message. Thank you so much for yesterday! I got to leave work early! Why don’t you come back over so I can tell you all about what happened. 😉

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