Finally I look up and all my fear and shyness just melt away.
He appears as he does when he watches me dance. All on edge and intense and excited. “So I get down on my knees. At night.”
“On your knees.”
“Yes.” My knees tingle from all the abuse of the past days. “We’ve got hardwood floors at home. So I get down and I… I stay there.”
His lips part then.
Only slightly, but I know it’s because he’s started to breathe heavily. His entire body is moving with it.
“For how long?” he asks gruffly.
“A long time. Until I...” I press my knees into his legs. “Until they start to feel all numb. And sore.”
They do start to feel sore, after being like that for what feels like minutes and hours and days.
They do start to feel bruised up after what feels like worshipping.
Like I am praying to God.
Only my god is a devil.
A villain with wolf eyes and vampire skin.
And I feel his villainous heart skipping a beat under my fist. “You made your knees sore. For me.”
“Yes,” I whisper, pressing myself into him. “But that’s not all. I practice something else too.”
“What?”
“You said that you could… you could take care of me twice. But then I wouldn’t let you. So I practice so that I will.”
“How?”
My thighs clench together. “I touch myself.”
“Where?”
“I… in my… you know where.”
At last, he leans his face toward me, all bruised up and swollen in places, making him look like a criminal.
A thug I should run away from. But I press myself closer to.
“Pussy,” he chokes out. “You touch your pussy.”
I’m doused by a flood of heat at the dirty word and I nod. “Yes.”
But he won’t let me go so easily.
By telling him this, I’ve unleashed something in him. A beast, a predator, and so all I can do is revel in the fact that he finally chooses to touch me.
He not only touches me, he crushes me to him.
With his hands on my waist, his fingers digging into my soft flesh, he bends down even more, darkening the world around us.
“Say it,” he growls.
