And it wasn’t with her.
Kite007:What would you beg for?
If she were smart, she’d beg me to forget her. To run across continentsand try to hide. But she wasn’t smart, because she was still governed by inconvenient, uncontrollable emotion.
Needle&Thread:I would beg for your tongue to kiss me deep. I would moan for your fingers to stretch me and make me wet, and I would get on my knees and suck you for the chance to have you inside me again.
My eyes rolled back as I worked myself faster. My breathing puffed in the silence of my room.
What was she doing? Debts had dragged us together, but life had given us that magical spark that made even the simplest of touches or barest of smiles cataclysmic. It was fucking dangerous, and I had no intention of playing with fire again.
I had other things to chase.Betterthings.
Kite007:If you’re lucky, I might let you taste me again.
Only while she was paying the Third Debt and nothing else. And I doubted she’d want anything to do with me by that point.
Needle&Thread:All of you?
Kite007:Don’t get greedy, little Weaver.
My hand bruised hot flesh, jerking with violence as I crested and craved. A release grew stronger, just out of reaching distance. Picking up my pace, I thrust into my palm, driving myself toward the goal.
The residue of the last pill I’d taken five hours ago faded, letting me live in bliss for a short moment. Falling back into insanity, I typed:
Kite007:I’m fucking myself. Are you jealous?
Needle&Thread:Obscenely jealous.
Kite007:Rub yourself. I want to hear you moan.
Needle&Thread:If I were in your bed, you’d hear me scream.
Goddammit.
I gritted my jaw; my hips drove faster into my hand. My breathing accelerated until my bed creaked with my thrusts. In a few short hours, I would collect her—not because she’d ‘invited me’ but because it was time.
Our plan was in place. It was time for execution.In more ways than one.
Needle&Thread:I’m so close, Kite. So close to coming. I need you to collect me. I want to be fucked by you again.
I came.
I couldn’t help it.
With a loud groan, ribbons of white shot through the air and splattered against my naked belly. Wave after wave, I rode through vicious pleasure. The foggy haze dispersed just long enough for me to twitch and moan with the first sensation I’d had in weeks.
Breathing hard, I typed one last message:
Kite007:Don’t go into the dark alone, little Weaver. Monsters roam the shadows, and your time is officially up.
With a cold smile, I tucked the phone inside my drawer and wiped down my stomach with a sock. My breathing slowly steadied as I rested my head on my pillow. Taking the small bottle from its safe place beside me, I swallowed a pill and felt the change instantly.
Whereas before there was sensitivity, now there was nothing.
I was back to being blank, and the next time I saw her, she’d finally understand the errors of her ways.
She’d had me and lost me.
