C is for Con Artist – #AtoZ2018

I’ve been overwhelmed by the support from the blogging community so far in the AtoZ Blogging Challenge. Thank you all very much 🙂

A quick note: This story contains some explicit material. If you are not comfortable with reading Adult content, please do not proceed beyond this point. Cheers 🙂 

 

She trembled as his fingers trailed a lazy path through the contours of her sweat-sheened body.

‘Are you ready, my love?’ His index finger flicked her nipple. He smiled devilishly as she shuddered.

‘I’ve been waiting for far too long.’

The finger circled her navel, ‘Scared?’

‘Yes. How can I not be?’

His wicked finger traveled further down, ‘Baby, it’s time. I love you. Do you love me?’

She bit her lips to stifle a scream, ‘Yes, yes, yes! I do! I love you.’

‘Alright then! Meet me this Sunday at the Railway Station. We’ll elope to Mumbai. I have many friends there. They’ll help us.’

‘But my husband…’ He kissed her protest into submission, ‘Darling, trust me. He doesn’t love you, and neither you, him. This is meant to be. We are meant to be.’

She smiled a shy smile, ‘Alright! Sunday, then.’

He stopped his ministrations suddenly and peered deep into her eyes, ‘Baby, don’t forget to get your jewels and money. We need something to start our lives together with. I want to give you a life befitting a Queen.’

She nodded and closed her eyes.

He smiled. It was just too easy.

That Saturday

‘One ticket to Delhi, please!’

She collected her ticket and walked with purpose towards the platform. The cash and jewels were safe in her backpack.

She didn’t need him, or him.