He’s right. It was. I’m not ready for him to touch me. I’m glad he decided not to.
But I want to touch him. So I do. I press my finger more firmly to his slit and then rub the bit of juice into the soft top. My fingers explore his pronounced crown, running along the rim. When I touch his shaft, my breath catches, though I’m not sure why.
It’s different. I expected it to feel the same all the way down. My curiosity has my hand trailing over his length, feeling the skin move over the hard core, feeling veins I trace with my fingers. I grip him around, feeling how thick he is.
“Do all dicks feel this way?” I wonder.
He chuckles. “How do you mean?”
“I mean… It’s strangely soft and hard at the same time.” I give his cock a little squeeze.
“Haven’t you ever touched yourself, Malin?”
I chew the inside of my lip before shaking my head. “No,” I whisper.It’s sinful.“I… wasn’t allowed to.”
He hums. “Yes,” Gracen answers. “More or less the same. But dicks, like people, are different. Different sizes, different shapes, different colors, different lengths, and thicknesses. Some have extra skin that covers their heads, while others do not. Also, like people, they all have the same general shape, so they’re recognizable as male genitalia. But no two are exactly alike.”
“What if they’re identical twins?” I ask. “Or triplets?”
Gracen laughs quietly. “That’s not an answer I have, though I know you have sources to ask if your curiosity gets the better of you. However, reason states that if they’re identical, that means their genetics are identical. So, my hypothesis is that yes, their dicks would be identical as well.”
“I like yours. It’s…” I don’t have a description to finish that sentence. “Nice.”
I enjoy his laughter. It makes me smile. His laughter changes to a moan when I run my fisted hand along the length of his dick. More than just that reaction, his stomach muscles contract. His breath puffs out.
“Can I get you off, Gracen?”
He nods. “Yes.”
I press my face into his shoulder, eyes trained on my hand, and learn how to touch a man until he orgasms. It’s hypnotic. Fardifferent from being forced to when your body isn’t there. His sounds are beautiful. Guttural.
Maybe more astonishing is the way my body responds to him. This, too, is far different from what I’ve experienced in the past. It happens all on its own. Which means the arousal in me is all my own, too. It’s equally mesmeric.
14
GRACEN
Every cult has a roster.It’s a matter of finding it, which has always proven to be elusive with the New World Order Temple. We know it exists. No organization that thrives on controlling others to give them power wouldn’t have a list of members.
But in the more than ten years that the Van Dorens have been looking at the temple, they’ve yet to find the roster. It’s the one piece of information that I haven’t found either. Every disciple we’ve gotten our hands on, we’ve asked where to find it, and their answer is always the same.
Only Ryan had access to it.
Rather inconvenient. It’s difficult to find victims. We’re using old videos to track down the identities of the disciples.
No longer is the New World Order Temple still a public megachurch. Now it’s small and secretive, continuing the sick practices and the corrupt messages that Ryan spewed in dark corners. They know they’re being hunted. They know members disappear.
Having Emily’s name and the structure of her family should give us some leads. Her last name is unique enough that she shouldn’t be so hard to track. Yet, it’s as if she’s been erased.
IthinkI’ve found her family, now with two more children than Jonathan recalled. However, instead of five children, they have four. Emily is missing.
A pit in my stomach says that she’s dead. That’s why she disappeared. I’ve watched the recording of Malin asking about Emily several times now, and Jonathan doesn’t display any indication that he’s lying when he says she disappeared.
The family is still connected to the cult. It’s disturbing. Did they have more children to replace her? Are they unconcerned about their daughter’s disappearance?
I click on a link, but a damn ad pops up just before clicking, and I frustratingly get redirected somewhere else. Some damn sites are so overpopulated with fucking ads they’re almost unusable.
My mouse hovers over the back button, but for an unknown reason, I freeze as I stare at the screen.Do you have a ghost? Are you haunted?
