Side effects of obedience (part 13)

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A heavy autumn rain poured down over the city. I was standing under the narrow awning of the salon, looking at the empty, wet streets as the cold wind blew droplets onto my face. I pulled out a long slim cigarette and put it between my lips. I feverishly felt through my coat pockets, but there was no lighter. I had left it on the counter.

“Need a light?”

I heard a deep, calm voice before I looked up. Out of the rain-soaked twilight, two large hands appeared in front of my face. In one was a black, heavy metal lighter. Click.

A strong flame danced in the wind, protected by his palms. I leaned closer to the warmth, brought the tip of my cigarette to it, and took a long, deep drag. Only then did I look up from behind my glasses.

He was tall, dark-haired, with a thick beard and a sharp, incredibly attractive gaze. He looked mature, at least seven or eight years older than me. A half-smile hovered on his lips as he watched my chest expand under my tight shirt and saw me slowly blow the white smoke into the rain.

His name turned out to be Marko. Supposedly, he dropped by the salon to pick up Lisa, but Lisa, with her well-known, sly smile, announced that she had to stay longer and suggested that Marko drive me home since the rain wasn’t stopping.

We started seeing each other. At first, everything felt like a fairytale. He took me out to dinners, drove me in his expensive car, took care of me, and carefully lit every single cigarette for me with his heavy lighter. For the first time in my life, I felt like a grown, desirable woman. Every evening in the kitchen, I would talk to Marta about him, drunk on this new attention. Marta just stayed quiet, sipping her coffee and watching me with a strange calm in her eyes.

One evening, after dinner at a restaurant, he parked the car in front of my apartment building. Rain was drumming on the windshield again. We were kissing in the dim cabin, and a strange, wild adrenaline was burning inside me. I wanted to get it over with. I wanted to stop being the “nerd.”

“Let’s go upstairs, to my place,” I whispered in his ear.

We snuck into my room. Marko pressed me against the wall, his hands were warm and forceful. He took off my glasses and placed them on the nightstand next to my pack of cigarettes. Soon, my gasps began to echo in the quiet apartment. First, he kissed my neck, then he pulled off my shirt and tossed it onto the floor, kissing my body. I unhooked my bra, and his hands moved to caress my breasts. The feeling was beautiful, and I couldn’t hold back my groans.

He started pulling down my tight jeans, but first, he pulled out the white pack of slim cigarettes from my pocket. I took the pack from his hand and lit one, not even knowing why I was doing it. That turned Marko on even more. He took off my tight panties and started touching me down there. From the sheer excitement, I could barely manage to take a drag. Then, he buried his head between my legs and started eating my pussy out. I began gasping uncontrollably, barely holding the cigarette in my hand. With my other hand, I grabbed his thick hair and pulled him so he would look up at my face. I felt powerful, as if this wasn’t even me, and Marko knew exactly what I needed.

He slowly rose up and started kissing my lips. He took my cigarette into his own hands, took a deep drag, and kissed me. The combination of nicotine and his tongue in my mouth felt amazing. Then he put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the dresser and threw me roughly onto the bed. My heart was pounding hard, but I trusted him completely. He took off his jeans and underwear and pressed himself against me. And then I felt it, a sharp pain and his penis inside me. I let out a loud scream. He slowly began picking up the pace. The creaking of the bed and groans filled the room. The sex was raw, rough, and liberating. I felt the last armor of my childhood falling away from me. I felt wild.

When it was all over, Marko rolled over beside me on the bed. We were sweaty and out of breath. I felt happy. He pulled out a pack, lit two cigarettes, and handed one to me. I lay on my back, holding the cigarette with trembling fingers, and took a long, slow drag.

I watched the thick smoke lazily rise toward the ceiling, using the nicotine to bury that unfamiliar, dull feeling in my stomach.

At that moment, Marko’s phone on the nightstand vibrated. The screen lit up in the dark. I didn’t mean to look, but my eyes automatically drifted toward the light.

At the top, the sender’s name read: “MY FOX.”

And underneath it, a message that turned my blood cold in a fraction of a second: “Did you finally take her virginity?”

Everything clicked in a single instant. Marko. Lisa. The salon. The rain. The ride home. The dinners. It was all one big, sick game played by two people I had started to trust. Lisa had sent him to do the job. I felt a terrible, sticky rush of dirtiness. A sharp pain cut through my stomach, and a heavy knot formed in my throat. I was broken. They had used me.

Marko was sleeping peacefully beside me, unaware of what I had just seen. I silently got out of bed. I put an oversized t-shirt over my bare body along with tight panties. I grabbed my pack of cigarettes, my lighter, and walked out of the bedroom.

The rain clouds had cleared in the meantime. I stepped out onto the balcony and leaned my back against the cold wall. The night air was fresh, crisp, and smelled of wet concrete. With shaking hands, I pulled out a cigarette, put it between my lips, and struck the lighter.

I took the first long drag and let it burn my throat. For the first three seconds, tears welled up in my eyes from the feeling of betrayal, and sadness almost overwhelmed me. But then, as I watched the thick white smoke mix with the night air and rise toward the clear sky full of stars, something broke inside me.

I looked up at the clear, starry sky. The cold wind stroked my skin. The pain in my stomach began to fade, replaced by a strange, intoxicating clarity.

I looked at the glowing ember of the cigarette between my fingers and realized it. I am not the toy. Marko is the toy. Lisa thought she set me up, but she actually did me a favor. Men aren’t the ones in control; they are just tools. Pawns. Toys. And tonight, I made my first move and just started learning how to play the game. And the craziest part of all… it felt devilishly good.

Right at that moment, the glass door to the balcony quietly opened. Marta stepped outside.

There I stood in the cool night air, in just a t-shirt and panties, holding a cigarette, my head held high, with a cynical, dangerous smile as I looked at the stars. I was no longer hiding, nor was I ashamed of my body.

Marta walked up to me slowly, with that signature sly smile on her face. She paused beside me, taking in my posture, my messy hair, and the confident way I held my cigarette. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered:

“Sooo… how was your first time?”

I took another long, strong drag, blew it high into the sky, and laughed softly.

“Honestly… I don’t know what I was waiting for all this time,” I answered coldly, a spark in my eyes. “It feels amazing.”

Marta stared at me for a few seconds with deep respect, and then her smile widened even more. She patted my bare shoulder, leaned in, and whispered with absolute pride: “Welcome to the bitch club.”

I smiled at her slyly. There wasn’t a trace of the old Ena left. From this day on, a new Ena steps onto the stage, an Ena who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to get it.

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Side effects of obedience (part 13)

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