I knew about the logistics of a woman's body, the names of the parts, and the anatomy, but I didn't have any knowledge about how to please it. But I was sure I could learn how to please it if I was as attentive as I was when I dismembered them. It wasn't my only interaction with a woman. It happened once, when I was sixteen… with a prostitute… in front of my father. It was something neither the woman nor I enjoyed since she was at gunpoint. I told her just to fake it so we could get it over with, but he shot her just the same, telling me he didn't want anyone to snitch about his son not performing his best. Right, like that was my problem.
My lack of experience and drive to make this woman before I enjoy herself pushed me to try to remember whatever Ion said about women. I always tried to tune him out, thinking about my next target or what new toys I should make for my dungeon sessions, but I couldn't help but notice that the woman always seemed pleased with him, wanting more of his time. He never slept with a woman twice, saying it was old news, but it never stopped them from trying.That had to mean that he knew what he was doing, right?I wanted her to enjoy herself so she would want to stay.
Taking it one step at a time, I tested her body, touching and doing things to watch her reactions. It was fascinating to see her bite her lip when I rubbed her clit slowly at first and then picked up the pace. She would take long, hard, angry breaths when I paused and short, quick ones when I sunk two fingers inside her instead of one.
The air in the room grew thick, and my breathing picked up like I was at a soft jogging pace when all I did was watch her. Switching it up, I kept my thumb on her clit as my two fingers pumped in and out of her. Her head slammed back into the pillow, a soft moan broke free from her clenched lips, and all I saw was a goddess in front of me.
I couldn't take it anymore. My cock hard against her thigh. The heat of lust filled my veins, making it unbearable not to have her closer to me. I wanted her on me. I wanted to surround her, to make her only feel me in this moment.
When she cracked those amber eyes open, filled with a hunger and want that was directed toward me, I lost it.
“More. I want more.”
Her eyes flashed with fear, but I didn't have time for that. Sliding down her body, I tore those billowy pants off her gorgeous toned legs, doing a double take as I wished for a second I could lick my way up them to just have a taste of her.
“W-what a-are you t-thinking?”
Her unsure voice caused those spiders to roam my chest again, but this time they also moved down to my dick. “Just thinking about how I’ve never wanted something like this.”
Her eyes turned into saucers, her mouth opening slightly like she would say something, but now was not the time for words, at least not hers. I wanted more of those noises she had started to make.
Scooping her up in my arms, she squealed, clutching at me like I was going to drop her, but that was the furthest thing from my mind. No. I wanted us even closer.
Sitting with my back to the headboard, settling her between my legs, my length settled between her cheeks, and I almost sighed at the feeling. Catching her earlobe between my teeth, gliding both hands down her stomach and towards my new favorite spot.
“You see,” growling in her ear, yanking her legs apart to have her hot center on full display, the cool air hitting her. “I wanted to hear those sounds. Feel your body. But also—” I ran my tongue along her artery and felt her breath hitch. My smile curved into her hair, inhaling her scent. “I want to see what you’ll do when I do this.”
Dipping my hand back into her sticky center, I lifted her top, taking a handful of her breast, and she moaned. Getting more bold and confident in my musings, I flicked at her pebbled nipple. Her noises got louder, and I took it even further. Nibbling on her neck, enjoying her back bowing when I flicked both her nipple and clit at the same time with the same pressure.
“Fuck,” she cried breathlessly. “Did the voices tell you my weaknesses?”
Chucking into her neck, I plunged three fingers into her wet heat, fucking her faster as I whispered, “No. The voices don't talk when I touch you.” Pulling my hand away, she panted hard and angrily when I lifted the wet, sticky fingers to my mouth. Her taste was something out of this world. It was made of dreams, magic, and seduction. I was an addict as soon as her seductive eagerness hit my tongue.
Pulling my fingers away, I looked down at her, about to give her a smug look of satisfaction when she pushed her body up, grabbing the back of my head as she slammed her lips onto mine, licking the inside of my mouth like it was a spoon covered in chocolate sauce. Her moans egged me on, telling me she wanted more without words.
Grabbing her head, keeping our mouths locked, my other hand went back down, rubbing her clit with my thumb, but this time I shoved three fingers into her, pumping them just as fast as I rubbed her clit.
She tried to break away, to breathe, but I didn't let her. I swallowed down those moans, snatching them up because they were mine. Her moans turned louder, vibrating down my throat, but I kept my pace. Her thighs were shaking. Her body wound up so tight I had to hold on to her to make sure she didn't break.
Tearing her mouth from mine, she cried out, “I'm coming! I’m coming!” Slamming her head back into my shoulder, I buried my face into her neck, sucking on her neck hard enough to make a mark.
Her cries were delicious, bouncing around the room as she clenched down on my fingers. Grinding my teeth, I kept my moan down, pressing my face into her neck for salvation as I made a sticky mess in my pants.
Like the universe wanted to prove we were meant to be, her head snapped up, body frozen in time as her strangled moan burned into my soul, gushing around my fingers. Strings of magic felt like they were weaving around us, connecting our fates, but I didn't let that distract me as I kept pumping my fingers, getting every last drop she had to give.I want all of it.
Not stopping until her body slumped onto mine, she panted softly between each word, “You got it. You got it all.”Did I say my thoughts out loud?
Exhaustion hit me; my job was done, and I tipped my head back. With my arm wrapped around her waist, her soft pants working hard to calm down her body, I realized I'd never felt this kind of peace, even with my pants and mess from coming to just the sounds she made.
The voices were quiet, my soulmate was in my arms, and for the first time in my life, I didn't need pain to come.
So this was how the other half lived.I think I like it.
11
KAZIA
As I was laying in the warm hands of my psycho kidnapper, my body like putty in his hands, satisfaction coursed through my veins; my mind couldn’t stop racing with questions. What the fuck did I just do? Why the hell did I do that? Did I just let him touch me like that? Did a man, who’s lost his marbles, make me come harder than ever before? Why didn’t I hate it? Hate him?What the fuck is wrong with me?!
