Sneak Peek: 5-5, Julia's Revenge

A short sneak peek, and like last week from the scene currently in-progress, chapter 5-5 "The Death of David Saunders". This is the final approach to the culmination of Julia's revenge, though whether it plays out as expected remains to be seen. As always, this is an early draft of a work in progress and liable to change by the final edit.

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            “Time flickered again. Now, we were in my condo. I told it to dim the lights, play some music, set the mood. Your hand was in mine. I told the boys to make themselves comfortable. That the girls needed to freshen up a little. I tapped you on the nose. Smile, I said. With a gentle tug I led you into the guest bedroom.

            “You almost raised a protest when you saw the outfit waiting for you on the bed. I’d laid it out for you before heading to the restaurant. It was all I could do to not rub my hands together with anticipation.

            “You looked at me, wide-eyed. ‘No—please,’ you said. ‘Not this,’ you said. Your hands twisted in your skirts. ‘He can’t see—me, like this.’ Your lower lip trembled.

            “Your plea was no louder than a whisper and so very easy to ignore. I pressed my finger to those plump lips of yours. ‘Hush,’ I said, ‘yes, this. He can; you will,’—and you bowed your head. I marvelled at my power over you, and felt both excited and sick with it. Slowly, with my hands at your waist guiding you, I turned you and undid the buttons at your back. The pale dress slipped from your narrow frame and pooled at your feet.

            “I made a little sound: oh, to see you in the very same lingerie I’d earlier imagined. Powder blue bra and panties and garter belt, with delicate pink detailing. My hand trembled along the lines of your body. Every touch felt warm, and that warmth echoed elsewhere in my body: in my nipples, in my clit, deep in my belly. My grip on your shoulders tightened. You bit your lip and looked at me through half-lidded eyes.

            “‘I wore it for you,’ you said. Did you smile, then, very slightly? and I wondered who held power over whom.

            “Oh, how badly I wanted you then. But—no. We were too far along. Instead, I helped you dress. There wasn’t time to swap your underwear over, and the dress was a tight fit without corsetry. But we squeezed you into it. It’s not like you’d be wearing it for long. And once we were done, you looked sexy as hell. I fluffed out your skirts and tweaked your bodice into place and stepped back to admire what I’d created, here, this night.

            “I should’ve made more of the moment. It would be the last time I ever saw you like this: half-naked, in lingerie. In anything of my choosing, really. Long hair, lips and eyes gleaming, stockings and pale skin in the soft light of my bedroom. I knew this was the end, but I also didn’t know. As it was, I had to pull my hands away from the satiny curve of your waist. The wet shine of your lips was nearly irresistible.

            “But the boys were waiting.