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Love Shadows: Part 4

Darkside Seduction Series

By Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago 10 min read
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Mother's Day in St. Cloud was in full affect. And it just so happened to fall on a Saturday, when her son didn't have school to distract him. Lena usually let him plan the day, and it occasionally involved them having breakfast in bed, followed by an outdoor activity, ending with them watching their favorite movie, Godzilla, and pigging out on popcorn and candy.

However, this year their plans had been canceled due to Tony catching a cold and was bed-ridden all day. He didn't get sick often, but when he did, it was the worst. Coughing and sneezing, plus the high fevers that would no doubt make him as cranky as she got whenever the flu surprised her.

"How's my little guy doing today?" Lena asked him, as she brought in a tray of chicken noodle soup and some toast and orange juice. He groaned in his hazy sleep, and turned to face her as he rubbed his eyes.

"I'm not hungry," he claimed groggily, placing a pillow over his head when his face caught the light coming from his window.

"You gotta eat something, kiddo."

"I said, I'm not hungry! Gosh!" he shouted, causing Lena to flinch at his aggressive tone. She closed her eyes and tried not to picture his father again. It was getting harder to erase him from her thoughts when all their son did was remind her of him.

"I'll be back in an hour to give you your medication. And you better be up and showered by the time I get back," she ordered, as she placed the tray of food onto his dresser.

"You never listen! No wonder Daddy hated you!" he snapped, after coughing into his hand. Lena had to remember she loved her son, with all her heart. He was a gift, her reason for living. Even when all she wanted to do was strangle him when his words touched home.

Nonetheless, she took a deep breath and waited until she closed his bedroom door behind her to collapse onto the door, so she could let the tears stream down her cheeks.

***

"I got him tonight. You don't have to cancel your date," Leo offered, as he joined her near her son's bedroom doorway, both of them watching him sleep.

"It's group therapy. And I'd rather stay here with him," Lena corrected, frowning when Leo closed the door anyway and escorted her downstairs, into the living room. He'd moved in a couple of days ago, as their mother requested, and had gotten a job in town at the local carpentry factory. Leo had always been good with his hands. Even as children, he'd always make cute figurines for her as keepsakes, so she'd have someone protecting her from harm when he wasn't around.

She'd thrown them into the fire pit in their backyard the moment he left for military school and she regretted that decision ever since.

"Is it helping?" he asked, as they sat down on the sofa. It was a loaded question. Was it helping? Not really. It wasn't helping her get rid of the one thing she needed to, her connection to Emmett.

"It's getting there." Lena chose a safer lie and watched as her brother caught it, causing him to smirk at her words.

"Something's making you smile more often," he mentioned, baiting her for more information. Lena would be mortified if he found out about her weekly sessions at Sylvia's brothel. He'd be completely against it, and would order her to stop it all together.

Not that she would listen. And she guessed it was why she'd always gotten punished for it. Either from their mother, or the devil himself disguised as her husband.

"Work is going great. In another couple of weeks, I should be getting a raise and then I'll be able to afford that fancy boarding school for Tony."

"You think that'll solve his problem?" Leo replied.

"He doesn't have a problem. He just misses his father. That's all. It's normal," Lena defended, even though she knew it was beyond that now. She'd given him the wrong impression of what a healthy and loving environment should've been like by staying with his father, despite how he belittled her and shouted at her in front him. One day, he'd understand she didn't want him to feel as empty as she had when her own father had passed away at a young age. Until then, she could take all the insults he threw at her. After all, his father had prepared her for it up until the moment he was born.

***

"Don't go to that place anymore. That's an order," Emmett's voice demanded stiffly as soon as she got into her car. Lena rolled her eyes and brought the car to life.

"I'm just going to get Tony some more medication."

"Liars get punished, Lena," he reminded her and she closed her eyes, picturing the moment he'd caught her flirting with their gardener back in their old house and dragged her inside to teach her a lesson in loyalty. Her face had been too bruised for her to even go to work the next day, forcing her to take a week off until she'd finally be able to cover it up with some makeup.

"Yeah, that's why you got what you deserved, Emmett. Should've dragged it out more, though. I know you like pain just as much as you like giving it," Lena countered, her words falling onto deaf ears.

***

"I didn't always hate him. And I guess that was the problem," Lena started, as she laid half-clothed in bed next to Quinn. The brown eyed woman looked up at her as she took her hand and kissed it, encouraging her to continue.

"When did it start?" she asked, and as painful as it was remembering, her doctor, and Liam had frequently mentioned it was healthy for her to talk about her pain, instead of holding it all in. Of course, it was easier for them to say that. They weren't ruled by their emotions like most women were. We felt too much, and it either crippled us or helped us forge an armor around our fragile skin.

"Right around the time I told him I was pregnant with our son. He didn't touch me for the entire pregnancy. His attention had been held elsewhere, but the way he said things, so aloof and cruel. It was as if he wasn't aware it was me standing in front of him, taking all the hits."

"He took his anger out on you," Quinn concluded and while Lena always excused his aggressive behavior when they went out in public, his issues were no excuse for the way he treated someone he claimed to love more than life itself.

"He told me stories about his father, and how he used to stand by and watch his mother smack him across the face for bringing bad grades home or losing a football game," Lena continued, closing her eyes as she recalled how she and Emmett used to talk as intimately as she and Quinn were right now. Spilling secrets, and old wounds, hoping it could somehow heal them and erase them from their nightmares.

"That's awful," Quinn replied, placing a soft kiss on her lips for comfort.

"It wasn't until I met his parents in person that I realized all of his stories were lies." she added, contempt filling her as she remembered how stupid she'd felt the moment she figured out her husband just favored playing the martyr, no toxic environment or terrible parents to blame. He simply enjoyed getting off on her pain and she'd been foolish enough to fall for it.

"Oh, Lena," her teacher replied, sympathy in her voice as she cradled Lena's head onto her chest, "You can't help who you love. But I'm not sure your marriage was ever based on that." She finished and her claim bothered her enough to pull away. How dare she claim love was never part of the deal, when all she did was break with every memory he shoved into her mind of them together?

"I'm just saying, none of what you just told me could pass as love. He didn't love you back, Lena. And deep down, I know you know it too," Quinn responded, as she handed her the handcuffs. She stared at them as her words resonated within her, slowly becoming a new mantra she needed to follow before she lost it again.

"Don't listen to her. You know I loved you. If I didn't, I wouldn't have been so hard on you." Her dead husband's voice returned, pushing in the sharp knife he'd left behind to torture her with, further into her heart.

"We could continue talking if you want. No pressure," Quinn offered with a small smile. Lena responded with a shake of her head. She needed the distraction. She needed to be free again.

"Take off your clothes, then turn around," Lena ordered. Once Quinn was done obeying her, Lena positioned her on her knees, then moved to handcuff her wrists to the bedpost. As soon as Lena had her just the way she wanted, she dipped her fingers down into the woman's wet folds, reaching to pinch at her hardened nipples from behind. Quinn's moans filled her ears, causing Lena to grin as she teased the woman's sensitive clit. She'd already made her come twice, and her walls were still soaking with her juices.

Lena smacked her mound with her palm, and Quinn responded with a gasp, arching her back, pushing her folds further onto her hand. While Lena drove two fingers inside of her faster, she smacked her behind, leaving a red hand print on her pale bottom.

"Good girl. I want you to feel it in your bones," Lena added, leaning down as she kissed her back and continued to rub at her clit. When she felt her walls contracting around her fingers, she reached for a handful of her hair and tugged hard. Quinn whimpered loudly, begging her to uncuff her from the bed post. Lena only honored her request because her clit needed her attention. Quinn's wrists broke free from their restraints as soon as Lena used her key, then flipped herself around. Her hands reached for breasts first, tweaking and pulling at them, adding to her yearning. Quinn was about to climax when she slipped her fingers out of her and Lena placed her glistening fingers into her mouth.

"Please, make me come. I can't... I can't take much more..." Her submissive teacher pleaded as her body started to grind against her legs. Lena smirked and reached for her throat as she began to ride her clit, squeezing just as their juices mixed and caused enough friction to set them both on fire. The faster she rode her, the more Emmett's face appeared in her mind. No. Something was wrong. This was supposed to help her forget him, not make his presence stronger.

Lena's anger consumed her and had caused her to squeeze at Quinn's throat harder, depriving her of air as her orgasm began to wash over her. Once her movements slowed and Emmett's laughter faded away, she opened her eyes to find Quinn's silence. Lena immediately removed her hand from her throat as panic started to take over and she began to perform CPR on her. When she didn't respond, Lena's vision began to blur as she pushed the panic button Sylvia had warned her about.

Things had happened so fast, she wasn't sure they even happened at all. Sylvia assured her Quinn was taken care of before she left, and that she wouldn't be held responsible since she knew what she signed up for. Still, Lena felt horrible about what she'd done and reassured Sylvia she wouldn't be returning again.

Whatever was going on with her, she wasn't going to solve it by becoming the same monster she fell in love with. Quinn passing out momentarily had done a good job of showing her that tonight.

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Sharlene Alba

Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry

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