“That's a good fuckin' girl,” he praises, right before he thrusts his dick into my mouth.
26
TRACE
“How's this for a wet dream?” — Freddy Kruger, A Nightmare on Elm Street (2010)
Ifeel my heart start to pound, adrenaline and hunger taking its course through my veins as I look into Olivia’s devious eyes. This is what I've been missing all these years. I knew that no matter what I did to get over her—to forget the way her bare fucking skin felt against mine, the sound of her moans even in pain, or the devotion in her eyes—everything about her will always be permanently stamped into my fucking soul. Even after the fucking heartbreak she left me with, the betrayal she enacted.
It fucked me up for years. And I want to forgive her for it, I do. Especially because I know she can’t remember what she did. But it’s hard to imagine when you know with all your heart that pain like that just fucking festers. It just eats away at your resolve until there’s nothing left. But all of this wasn’t just because of that pain. It was a part of it, but it wasn’t the sole reason I’ve come here to taunt her, edge her and toy with her emotions. I did it because she needed a reminder. She needed a push. I watched her for years as she went through personal changes all because ofthat one night. I watched her lose herself, watched her try to accept this new version of herself but I also witnessed her slipping away, consumed by grief she couldn't remember. And she wanted to escape. She wanted to run away. But I knew that no matter where she ran, she would forever be tied to the unknown of the night that plagues her. She’ll never be free because she can’t let go. If I can help her let go, if I can help her remember, I want to do that for her.
So I sent her the invite.
I knew that I didn’t want her to experience what Seren went through; feeling like no one is on her side. Feeling like she has to run away. I knew I had to do something to get her to face her fears. Though, I realized not long after that she was always going to end up on this mountain, because someone else wanted her here just as badly. And that can only mean one thing.
Someone knows what I know. Or at least part of it.
And that person is here, waiting for her to make one wrong move.
So yeah, while I wanted to hunt her down and wring her of pain and fear, it’s not mainly because she broke her promise to me; that’s what I told her and while that fact remains true, it’s not what caused me to target her. She needed someone to help her, to save her from herself. She’s the only one who can do that, and one unconventional way to possibly help her evoke those missing memories is to bring them out using the two things she’s seemed to have locked away: pain and fear.
A response caused by trauma. Something I know because I read her files.
But doing all of this, the chasing, the edging, the taunting and so on, it’s just a bonus that she happens to crave earning her pleasure that way. That she’s also manifested the feeling of fear into something she can benefit from. Another trauma response.
I look down at her now. The lights flashing around us as screams fill the air in echoes, eyes brimming with tears, her cheeks hollowed out as she gags on my cock. Fuck she’s sweet, owning up to her cravings and trusting me enough to let it all play out. On her knees and giving up herself for me. I fuck her mouth hard, pushing myself in and out, going deeper with the assistance of the hold I have on her head. Her lips feel like velvet wrapped around my dick; something else for me to get addicted to. And I could come down her fucking throat looking at her like this.
I know my obsession with Olivia might have cost me some fucking answers tonight but I’m a selfish fucking man for admitting that I can’t escape the grip she has always had on me. I didn't want to let it slip; I wanted to feel her reach into my fucking soul and possess me. And she does. Just by looking at me, I can feel what I've always felt. That twisted feeling of being so agonized by emotions. Consumed. Swallowed. Enthralled.
Olivia starts to gag harder, her tears falling beautifully as she lets me fuck her mouth.
“That too much for you, pretty girl?” I use my other hand to wipe the tears from her cheek, a sweet relief to the harshness of my movements, doing exactly what she begged me to do.
Over and over, I thrust into her pretty fucking mouth. Her gags and whimpers vibrate over my cock as she takes what I give her. I don't go easy, becauseshe broke my fucking heart and this is my claim on her. This is how she will realize that my heart was always her to break, but there's a fucking consequence for taking advantage of that.
She reaches between us and cups my balls in her palm. "God damn," I growl, throwing my head back. "You feel that, baby? You feel that force between us? You feel how fucking perfect my cock fills your mouth? You feel how wet your pretty pussy gets every time I hit the back of your throat? That's what it feels like to be mine, Olivia."
My moans coax a wild whimper from her, her whole body damn near going slack. I grip the back of her head, wrapping my fingers through her hair so tight as I thrust deep, once for every word I speak.
"Only."
Thrust.
"Fucking."
Thrust.
"Mine."
Faster.
"Only."
Thrust.
"Fucking."
Thrust.
