Radley's Home for Horny Monsters, Annabelle Hawthorne [howl and other poems TXT] 📗

wanted it to be made a priority. Beth had always been a top performer, and other than the news of this random storage unit, she had kept everything well taken care of.

Across the parking garage to her car, she maintained her composure, but once the door was closed and the engine started, she let out a scream of frustration. She threw the car into reverse and accidentally screeched her tires pulling out of the lot. She rolled down the windows, the air in the car suddenly stifling.

“Fuck!” she screamed once she pulled onto the highway, the wind blowing through her hair. If she hadn’t been busy all day, she would have seen the letter sooner, called the owners and figured out how to get them their money. She said a little prayer that everything was still in the storage unit, that there would be no need to track everything down, no need to report that she had messed up. It was a quick trip from her office to her apartment, and she slammed her palms against the steering wheel in frustration when traffic slowed. Eventually, Beth turned into the parking garage of The Highrise. Once parked, she took several breaths to calm herself before leaving her car.

Beth rode the elevator to the top floor in silence, then stormed into her apartment, tossing her bag on the floor and her keys on the counter. She stripped her clothes off and walked through the apartment naked before turning on the faucet of the tub. As it filled up with hot water, she threw in a bath bomb and went to pour herself a glass of wine. Stepping into the bedroom, she stopped when she saw the blank space on the shelf above her bed.

A chill ran up her spine. She walked to her bed and pulled back the covers to reveal that Jenny was somehow buried halfway down in bed.

“I’m not dealing with this today,” she muttered, grabbing the doll and sticking it back on the shelf. Jenny must have fallen while Beth was making her bed that morning. She twisted the doll sideways, figuring that if she was tipping forward, she would just tip over on the shelf instead of falling off.

She plugged her phone into the speaker and started a playlist with soft, relaxing music. Grabbing the bottle of wine from the fridge, she took it and the glass with her to the bath. The tub was full now, a pretty pink color due to the bath bomb. She rolled up a towel and placed it by the faucet before climbing in. Pouring herself a glass of wine, she let out a sigh as the warmth of the water seeped into her skin.

“Fuck,” she muttered, then took a sip of the wine. The merlot warmed her from the inside, and she slid farther into the water, using the towel for her pillow. That familiar light-headedness took over, creeping across her hips and into her groin, her labia swelling more than normal as a result of the bath. Still upset with herself, she crossed her legs involuntarily, the swollen flesh pressing together. She shifted in the tub, her legs squeezing the skin of her pussy and sending even more blood to the region.

The wine was taking over. The unknown storage unit faded from the front of her mind, but Mike stayed. Sipping some more wine, she pictured Mike below her, running his hands up her legs, then squeezing her just above the knees, forcing her legs to rub together even harder.

Beth let her hand run across her belly before finding the soft folds between her legs. There was no preamble, no desire for prolonged pleasure. She wanted to get off, to feel her body tense up and then release, let her emotions flow away from her like water. She used two fingers to tug at the skin just above her clit. The sensation of her labia being pulled tight sent sparks to her spinal cord. Letting out tiny grunts, she closed her eyes and circled her fingers at an increasing pace, her cheeks and chest flushed with heat. She carefully set down the wine on the edge of the tub and used her now-free hand to squeeze her breasts, imagining Mike’s hand in place of hers.

What about him had changed? He was somehow affixed to her consciousness, an entity she couldn’t rid her mind of. In her fantasy, he knelt between her legs, his tongue tickling her inner folds, teasing out another gasp.

Her fingers pressed harder, occasionally pinching the skin and letting her clit pop in and out of its hood.

Fantasy Mike traced her vaginal opening with his fingers, always pushing inward just enough that she could feel it, but never penetrating her.

“Ah...ah...ah...” Beth pushed her breast up, opening her eyes and extending her tongue to lick at her nipple.

In her mind it was Mike teasing her areola with his tongue. He was shirtless now, his tight jeans highlighting the beast trapped within.

Beth pressed her breast higher, upset that she couldn’t use her own teeth on her nipple. Her pace increased, her frantic rubbing sending more sparks to her spine, a fire starting to ignite in between her hips.

Mike stood, unbuttoning his jeans. It required both hands, but he pulled his cock free, an exact replica of the Delightful Dragon. “I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop,” he told her.

She slid three fingers into herself as her orgasm hit, trying to spread them wide despite her pussy’s protest. Her ass tensed, raising her hips even farther, and she hooked her fingers, their tips pressing into her g-spot. Gritting her teeth, she let out a loud hiss, splashing tub water over the sides with her legs. She pulled her fingers free, then rubbed her clit again to prolong her orgasm, twitching with the waves of pleasure that permeated her body.

“Oh, shit,” she muttered, lying back against the towel. Her whole body tingled, and the wine was making her