Free Anything For Him by Lily Harlem, Natalie Dae

you held my head and spurted your thick spunk down my throat. You said you wanted to do it again, several times – when?’
    I hit send. Instantly, I regretted the last word. It was so needy, so demanding, exactly what I’d said I wouldn’t be. But what could I do about it? I
was
needy. So needy that I didn’t think I could breathe let alone function without seeing him again today.
    ‘I have important business to tend to this afternoon. Perhaps tonight we could explore your slutty tendencies further.’
    My heart soared and a bubble of triumph lurched through me. It was just as I had thought. He hadn’t done fucking me last night. He did still want me. Wanted to bury his dick in my slutty pussy.
    ‘I’m working to a deadline,’ I typed back. ‘Got an editor breathing down my neck. So I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make it.’ I hit send and congratulated myself on my nonchalant response.
    ‘You will,’ he replied instantaneously.
    * * *
    Quickly, dressed in jeans, a thick black sweater, and boots that would keep me dry if the clouds had a mind to release rain on me again, I wound a dark-grey scarf around my neck and the lower half of my face, and then jammed on a matching beanie hat. As the sun was shining despite the time of year, I wouldn’t look too out of place wearing sunglasses, but even if I did, I couldn’t risk being spotted. Not when I was going to stake out Liuz’s place and follow him if he left his flat to attend to his
important business
. I was a pro at this, could stand or sit in the shadows for hours if I had to. He’d come out eventually, and even if I had to wait until nightfall, I’d do it.
    With sandwiches for lunch, a cold salad for dinner, and my camera packed inside my rucksack, plus snacks and drinks to keep hunger at bay in between meals, I left my place and headed for the bus stop. I had a purpose and was smug to note my stride was no-nonsense, that I must look as though, if approached, I’d bite someone’s head off. The burn of his arrogant ‘You will’ was giving me the courage and determination to see this through. I wanted to find information about Liuz, have something on him that I could whip out and slap him with if the time came that he made it clear he’d finished playing with me.
    He’d stop playing with me when I said so, and only then.
    The bus arrived in a short time, trundling along as though overburdened by the many passengers it carried. I’d left my place when people would be travelling to work; all the better to blend in with the crowd. I peered through the windows as the doors opened with a feral hiss, seeing that I’d have to stand and hold the handrail on my journey to Brixton. That was OK, I could deal with anything the mood I was in.
    Once on the bus, I wedged myself between an overweight businessman who smelled like day’s-old body odour, and a spindly woman who looked like she’d fall over if the wind decided to blow on her. It wasn’t the best of journeys, but needs must. I had one day to complete this mission and dig up information before reality set in and I returned to doing my real job.
    At the stop close to Liuz’s house, I stepped off the bus and walked down his street, careful to keep close to the fences and gates outside the properties. Just past his flat was a wide-trunked oak, broad enough for me to hide behind, and a line of cars parked close to the kerb. As I passed his window on the left, I glanced the other way, ensuring he’d only see the back of my head should he happen to be looking out onto the street. I had a rough idea of the times he was at home from the email conversations we’d had, and he was definitely a creature of habit. He would be home now, and in around an hour he would go out, or, if he didn’t go out, he worked or did whatever the hell he did because his emails usually stopped. They started again two hours later, so I prepared myself for a bit of a wait until he left his flat.
    Situating myself behind the