Her mind supplied the hallucination, while her hands worked to stimulate her sense. Lacy ran her hands over her chest, down her stomach and to her dripping core, thoughts of the strangers chiselled chest had her slamming her hands against the tiled wall in frustration. It wasn't real, and that thought had her fucked up. She breathed heavily, her naked body quivering.

The shower ended shortly after that, she wasn't in the mood for any more provocative images. What she wanted was the real thing, but he was bad news, she could practically smell the warning coming off of him. Returning to her room with a towel wrapped around her body, Lacy quickly pulled on a cotton nighty. She settled on her bed and pulled out her laptop, booting the system up, she grabbed her textbooks. She wasn't too keen on online studying but she wanted that degree in law, and this was the only other route.

It wasn't too bad, especially in her situation. She was lucky enough to have the opportunity to further her studies, her past wasn't all too accommodating in that sense. She forced the dull thoughts out and continued scanning the web page up on her screen.

Half an hour passed, there was a light knock on her door, Lacy looked up in time to catch her mother enter with a large tray. Lacy contemplated denying the food, she then remembered that to her mother, denying food was like slaughtering a newborn cub. So, she allowed Jiya to settle the contents down on the bedside table before her mother placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "Night, Lace."

"Night, ma." Lacy smiled as Jiya left.

She spent the next hour attempting to get some kind of studying done, but her mind continuously drifted off. She closed her laptop and slammed her textbook shut, before sliding them to the end of the bed. Flopping back down, Lacy threw an arm over her eyes and groaned. She felt real fucking weak, if all it took was a mysterious Adonis to whip her panties into a fit, then she wasn't going to survive. Shaking her head, she stood up and stepped out into the hallway. She made sure to check all the doors and windows before she returned to the privacy of her room, where she pushed the door shut and slipped under her sheets.

Closing her eyes, she finally gave in and permitted her mind to wonder...

He removed her dress, she felt him trail his blunt digits down the column of her neck. Wrapping his long fingers around her throat, he demanded her attention. He didn't say anything, simply watched her. Made sure she was aware of him. Then he continued down to her chest, pausing he kneaded her left breast. Lacy couldn't control her groans, the sound of pleasure ricocheted around her room.

His lips followed his fingers, she shivered against the bed... against him. She threw her head back and accepted all he had to offer. A scream tightened in her throat, as the brute pinched her nipple. The stranger crawled down her body, moving to the space between her thighs. Spreading her legs, he trailed his finger down her panty covered slit. Subconsciously, Lacy thrusts her pelvis up to greet his hand. Her stomach muscles clenched as she watched him gaze down at her, gaze down at her most private part.

Leaning down, he fingered her cotton underwear. Meeting her eyes once, he slid them down her thighs and threw them off to the side of the bed. Immediately, Lacy tried to close her legs, but he was too strong. Too big. She was no matched for him. The knowledge released a stream of feminine juices along her opening. She began to tremble as he played with her body like it was his toy.

Tracking his finger down her naked flesh, he moved onto his knees and pulled her closer. With a stroke of each shin, he had her legs over his shoulders. Opening her up to him, directly. Moving back down, Lacy hissed wantonly at the awareness of his breath against her burning heat. It was like he'd lost control, the man gripped her hips in a hold that was bruising. She liked it.

Then his tongue plunged in and that was it, Lacy exploded around him. Her release only encouraged the brute to continue his torture. He wanted her to cum and then cum some more until she was completely helpless. Moaning, Lacy attempted to push his head back. But he simply clasped her wrists in one big hand and held it against her stomach as his tongue worked her sensitive pussy.

Lacy's juices dripped for mercy, but he wasn't finished with her. Not by a long shot. Using his free hand, he brought it under her risen leg and to her cunt. It took him all of three seconds to craft a rhythm, his tongue worked her slit as his fingers played with her clit. She was in hell, but fuck it felt so good!

Without warning, another orgasm racked through her, her nerves fired and she flew over the edge with the last of her sanity. He continued to taunt her. Circling her bud, causing her to scream out violently. "One more time..." His voice alone had her releasing. He didn't stop, despite her jerking body the man didn't stop. He rubbed her faster, as his tongue stroked against her furiously. He wanted one more.

Pain and pleasure surrounded her. With one pinch of her clit, she went spiralling. Like a wild animal, lacy lost control. She screeched her release as he stole climax after climax. She couldn't handle anymore.

Lacy's eyes snapped open. She glared up at the dark ceiling and groaned. Looking down she found her hand under the covers and in her panties. "Fuck..." She muttered out.

Pulling her hand from her panties, the young woman rolled onto her side with a groan. You've fucking lost it... Despite the thought, a small smile tugs it away to her lips, it'd been too long since she'd felt the pleasure of a climax.

* *

Two weeks passed.

Lacy rushed around after her mother— who insisted on working late shifts. Throwing her arms up she snapped like a coil, "you know it's dangerous, it's almost as if you're craving it." The words were out.

Releasing a deep sigh, Jiya sat down on the couch, "that's not fair, Lacy... we need the money." Running a hand through her dark and curly hair, she looked up at her fuming daughter.

"No. We don't." A glare settled over her features. "I-" Lacy paused, she shook her head once before grabbing her keys and bag. She made her way to the front door and pulled it shut behind her, hard. Jiya jumped at the impact. Sure they weren't rich, but by no means did that mean they were broke. Unlocking the parked piece of shit, Lacy slipped inside. She leant back and closed her eyes, breathing through her nose and calming her nerves.

Unsure of where she's headed, Lacy keyed the ignition and changes gears before pulling out of the driveway and driving. Flashes of past memories haunt her as she pressed down on the accelerator. The image of her distraught mother covered in blood forced her foot down on the breaks hard, a car beeped behind her. The sharp sound jolted through her system and pumped adrenaline down her spine and through her finger tips.

The lights changed from red to green, Lacy pulled off to the side of the road and parked, her mind ran wild. Dark green eyes, the flash of intoxication crafted her nightmares into a more sensual daydream. She couldn't get that damned man out of her head. He was everywhere. His voice seemed to trail behind her, it chained her to a certain kind of blissful insanity. She dropped her forehead against the steering wheel and clenched her thighs together, what she'd give to feel his touch once more. A small moan slipped past her parted lips. He'd drugged her, and she was finding withdrawal impossible.

Beside Lacy, her phone buzzed. She snapped up straight and looked down at it with a glare, almost angry at the device for stealing the image of the stranger from her dark mind. Sliding the car back into action, Lacy ignored the call from her boss and instead made a U-turn. She drove to the day care centre and arrived an hour early. Her bosses familiar green Ford was parked out front, she recognised it instantly.

Parking two spots down, Lacy stepped out into the cold morning and allowed the wind to cool her slowly heating body. She made her way to the entrance and pushed through the large glass doors, her eyes scanned the space. Frowning when she came back empty, her legs carried her out to the playground.

"Eager, are we?" Gregory's voice came from behind a large cubby house, she met his gaze over the plastic console. Normally it'd be Abbi here, but seen as the woman was heavily pregnant, Gregory demanded she rest.

Laughing without any humour, Lacy shook her head, "not in the mood, boss."

"Ah, trouble in paradise, who's the unfortunate fucker I need to upper cut?" He stood straight and continued, "Better yet, I have a cousin who'd be perf-"

She stopped him right there and then, "perfect for someone else. And, no. No trouble in paradise." She slumped down on one of the swings, a certain dark haired brute came to mind. Scolding herself, she watched him mend one of the broken panels. Little Paul had taken a fall and knocked out the left backing, a day prior.

He cocked his head, "don't tell me you finally snapped at Jiya," Gregory made his way to his employee— she'd slowly carved her way into becoming a good friend, seeing her unsettled didn't sit well with the large man. Lacy rolled her eyes at him, muttering incoherent words. "You're an idiot, girl." He took a seat next to her and bumped shoulders. She pursed her lips at his atrocious attire. Bright pink long sleeve with brown floral designs... Where Abbi saw his charm, was beyond Lacy.

"Get off. She's the idiot." Her tone was bitter; she was beyond livid.

He chuckled, helping her stand he lead them back inside, "what am I going to do with you." It wasn't a question, more-so a statement.

"Absolutely nothing," Lacy replied, smugly.

Gregory turned to face her, "I'm headed out, you gon' be alright?" Lacy nodded, she followed him out to his car. "Oh, and Lacy," He called out to her. She faced him head on. "We both know your arse is gonna go home and beg for forgiveness," he smirked. She glared at him, simply because he was right.

"Piss off!" She grunted back.

He opened his car door, "one last thing!" He drew her attention.

Lacy spun on her heels and faced him once more, "yes?" Her unimpressed expression enhanced the shit-eating smirk on Gregory's face.

"A friend owes me a favour; he'll be dropping in tonight to help you lock up." Gregory closed his door with a laugh as she flipped him the bird. He blew a kiss back, just to antagonise her. The man reversed out of the parking space, he was anxious to see his wife. The hour away from her had been too long, he couldn't wait to see the sparkle in her eye as she yelled at him for something foolish. A goofy grin slipped onto his lips. Oh yeah, he couldn't wait to get home and see the feisty woman! He pressed down on the accelerator.

Lacy waited until her love-sick boss's car disappeared before she headed back inside. She loved the way he chased after Abbi, she respected him for that reason alone. The conversation with Gregory had lightened her mood, her curiosity however, crawled along her skin and caused a strange feeling to bubble inside... What friend?