Shocks of Denial

"Your mouth tastes like a rare wine Lorraine, I bet your cunt would taste even better" he whispered the words into her ears amidst the noise that rocked the hall.

She smiled as moisture flooded her panties at his words. Her desires overtaking her self control.

"Don't you want to find out?" She asked after swallowing the hesitation that she felt.

"I wanted to rip your clothes and fuck you senselessly but since you want me to have a taste, your cunt wil have to come first"

Before Lorraine could say Jack, she could already feel two fingers rubbing up and down of her wet panties.

Her mouth formed into an o.

Her small hands were nearly swallowed up by his large right hand as he reached for her breast under the satin loose dress she wore.

He skin was as soft as silk, smooth beneath his fingers.

Lorraine could feel the roughness of his hand and the callousness from manly hardwork slightly abrading her nipples, which sent shivers down her spine.

He bent over and kissed her neck, catching the lavender off her cologne mixed with the scent of her soap.

The pulse in Lorraine's pussy throbbed with a hungry need as she ached to feel him inside her.

Lorraine felt his left hand poke inside her panties, sliding in and out her wet cunt even mm before she could position herself to welcome them.

He leaned further towards her, planting kisses all over her neck. His dick has a hard on that pressed against her as he kissed her, his left fingers still inside her as his right hand still tickled her nipples.

"Lorraine Blai?" Her name got called but she was too carried away to answer.

She raised her dress above her waist, adjusting her position.

The man let her d as she pleased and in the next instant, she was on top of him, almost ripping off his belt as she undid them.

He helped her hold her dress above her waist as she sat on his laps with her legs crossing him, haven unclad his trousers like she wanted.

A light fell on her in the crowd and Ed's mouth dropped as he saw her and what she was in the middle of.

"Lorraine Blai, do you know Ed Warren?" The man asked again haven noticed her attention that had been attracted with the light bag fell upon her.

Ed was dumbstruck. She wasn't moving or even trying to stop what she was doing despite all the eyes that were upon her, and with the lightening that was pointing at her in the dark crowd.

" Ed Warren? Who is that?" She simply answers without turning back to look in his direction of even bothered about the name she had heard.

Instead, she started gliding herself on top of the man's laps that she was on top of. With his two hands fondling with her butt cheeks that were in the open for all to see.

What manner of gross immorality was he currently subjected to view? He wondered, almost forgetting his case and the fact that she had just denied him and this, made him seem like a liar for mentioning her as his sponsor.

"Did you hear what she said, Ed Warren?"

The man's voice brought him back from his trance.

"No" Ed muttered to himself.

He wouldn't accept that. Lorraine wouldn't deny him that way. Perhaps she hadn't heard his name properly given what she was in the middle of or maybe it was that she didn't believe that it might be him given the fact that he hadn't mentioned his full name.

There was no way she would ask such a question if she were to know he was the one. Who is Ed? What a sham. Ed so had given up his lunch and dinner on countless occasions for her when she began experiencing her family crisis firstly.

He had always been there and even made sure his mother did too, sometimes sacrificing his mother's hard laboured food for him for her consumption. Would she pretend as if she didn't know whom he was now when he needed her help direly?

Even if she had forgotten the times when he helped her before they moved to the monastery, atleast she wouldn't forget that there was a boy from her neighborhood with that name who studied at her Monastery as well. Gosh where was he even getting to? He was literally the one who told her about the monastery and convinced her to join in order not to be hungry again. Would she deny knowing that Ed too?

"Give me another chance. Maybe she doesn't know I'm the one. Make her look at me. She won't deny not knowing me if she were to see my face" Ed pleaded as he got impatient from the pain he had had to bear from the nails that had been prickly at his skin since.

"I'm begging you. Just one more chance" he continued.

Something about him seemed to strike the man even though it was not in his nature to give him one.

On normal days, Ed wasn't supposed to still be standing by now.

He would have collected his soul for trespassing boundaries and would have had his human body fed to the beasts of hell, but something about him and his core seemed to tug at him.

"Lorraine Blai?" He called again amidst the quiet crowd that were eager to see how things would unfold.

It seemed to Ed as if Lorraine was an important person given how quiet the crowd had grown each time she was called or mentioned.

The red light fell upon her again and this made her pause gliding and thrusting herself in and out as she had whyned her waist with reckless abandon.

"Lorraine Blai?" The man called again after she had paused and she turned this time around on his second call.

A smile crept up Ed's face as she did. Finally having a hope of his freedom being guaranteed. And he vowed within himself never to be curious ever again once he was out of this situation. And never to be interested in whatever that didn't concern him anymore. Perhaps this was the warning sign for him to change already. He couldn't be a pauper an a curious cat at the same time.

"Do you know this Ed Warren, Lorraine Blai?" The man asked as he pointed a lighted black candle at Ed's face.

"Ed Warren? What is that? Never have I heard such a name nor know a person that went by that face either"

The smile slowly crept out of Ed's face.

" Never have I heard such a name nor know a person by that face like that either" Ed translated as the smile crept out of his face.

Was this Lorraine's betrayal of him? Was this she drawing the lines on him? Was this how treachery felt like?

How could she have dismissed his face and his name so casually as if he were nothing? She had never heard such a name or seen such a face? How could she lie like that so casually?

He watched as she turned back and continued with what she had been doing before as the lights went off her.

He wanted to let himself at her. To read the expensive cloth she wore that might have gotten into her head for her to deny him that way.

How could she? Why would she? After everything he had been through for her! After everything he did for her!!?