“This is good?” I ask, appreciating the way her breath gets faster and more ragged as I coast my touch over her clit slowly, gently, not applying any real pressure. I know she's still well and truly under the spell of the drugs because there's no way anyone could resist begging me for more friction, more pressure. “You like a little pain with your pleasure, little doll? I know you can't answer me, but your body is telling me the answer is yes.”
I dip a finger into her channel, enjoying the way it tries to suck me in deeper, her body desperate for me. I've made her mine in every possible way these last few months. I have stolen her body's loyalty, and it invites me in now, craving me all of its own accord.
“Did you like that before me? Or am I just special?”
She moans when I give her a second finger, pumping inside her with my fingers hooked, exploring her depths.
I've learned her body now. I know the quickest way to make her come is to give her pain and pleasure in alternating doses, to stimulate her clit, to reach deep inside her, and to prod that sweet spot that sends her flying into space briefly before her body settles again for me. I've tested how many times I can force her body to come for me, and it was just as fucking addictive as her. I had to force myself to stop for fear that her heart might give out on me. But now, suddenly, I'm desperate to try it again.
“I know, sweetheart. It's not enough, is it?” I look up to see her red lips twisting, needing more but unable to give me the words to say so.
I turn to my selection of toys, looking for just the right one for the occasion.
Of all the things I got to torture her with, it's this innocuous one that will do it the best. I imagine most women have a vibrator of their own in a nightstand, but they probably haven't ever used it for anything more than a one-off to get themselves to come fast. But wielded correctly, it can be a most vicious tool. I think of how exhausted I am after one orgasm, how draining it is on the nights I've fucked her over and over again, taking small moments to rest and recover in between.
It's not a luxury I give her.
13
Cal
“I’m worried about you.” Dex confesses, watching me like he's looking for something specific.
“I'm better than ever.” I assure him, not for the first time this month. And it's the truth.
I've never felt so good in my life. The beast is continuously being sated, and we have learned to coexist. He cedes control to me during the day so that I can run my business like a perfectly sane and fully functional human, and I relinquish control to him the minute I'm home, back in our safe place where he can have dominion over me and the beauty captive in my chamber.
It’s been two weeks since I lightened her dosage and three since I learned how to make all the different parts of my life fit together.
The mental clarity has been wonderful for my overall health.
“You never leave the house anymore,” Dex argues.
“I'm out of the house right now.” I say, smirking as I gesture to the little taqueria we have mostly to ourselves.
“We're on a business lunch. That doesn't fucking count.” He rolls his eyes. “You're turning into a shut-in. It's alarming, especially for someone with your…”
I lift an eyebrow, awaiting the rest of that statement, but he shakes his head, regrouping. “What are you doing with all your time, Cal?”
“You think I'm plotting mass destruction?” I chuckle, lifting my empty glass to signal to the waitress that I'll take another margarita. “You think I'm designing pipe bombs or something in my basement?”
“I think you're up tosomething.” Dex reasons. “You've never been the type to sit home alone. You don't like being alone with yourself, remember?”
“I didn't.” I agree. “But I've learned to make peace with him.”
His eyes narrow on me. “I know what that means. You haven't asked me to…”
“I don't need you to come clean up my messes.” I assure him. “Though I appreciate your loyalty. That last time, things could have gotten really bad if you hadn't come to help me diffuse the situation.”
Dex licks his lips. It's fast, a nervous tick I've seen a million times, and it gives me pause.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He takes a quick sip of his margarita, draining the rest of it before the waitress saunters over and sets down two fresh ones. She bends a little lower than necessary to place them between the two of us, making sure we've both got an ample view of her ample tits.
“Thanks, Carmen.” I tell her, turning my attention back to Dex a second before he rips his gaze away to focus on mine.
Carmen's face falls just the slightest, disappointed that we didn't take the bait, and walks away.
