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 hadpleted 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 yful 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 nowpletely 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 mmed 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 shes of what happened between Hayden


    and I reyed itself in my head. My body still trembled and felt hot all over from the ce 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 im 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 “imed”.


    …


    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 disyed 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 toe


    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 ck 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 nk sketchbook at the man.


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


    Apany 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 ck 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 ying 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 woulde to inspire


    meter 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


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