Then—so fucking softly—the demon says, “I think our relationship might’ve been a bit longer.” Alright. Sold.
“Ahh—okay, baby I’ll fuck you raw. In fact—I’ll fuck into you like an animalif that’s what you want. But I’m not doing it dry. It’ll seriously hurt you. Plus—I want you fucked into a soft mattress the first time you black out on my dick.”
“Fuuuuuck, please—come on, comeon, Aaron.”
“Can you hold onto me? Can you wait ten minutes?” Benjamin nods, tears spilling down his cheeks, hips rolling, hands squeezing my face. “Then come on—it’s time for me to take you apart with my own two hands.” I pull him off the bike as he groans at the memory.
Before I fasten my helmet onto him, I lick his tears, collecting as many as possible. Then I shove my tongue into his mouth, grabbing a handful of ass and pulling him against me. I’m teasing—I know—but I can’t fucking help myself.
“If you want my cock in you, you better get on.” I tell him once I’m settled onto the bike.
Benjamin trips over his own feet getting to me—getting onto the bike, latching onto me. I was right. No matter where—no matter what—we always end up back at the start. Together.
Chapter Twenty Two
October 2019
Aaron
The drive to the closest hotel is only ten minutes—but on the flip side there are no stores to get supplies from. I find a way to make it work.
Benjamin kept true to his word and held me tight the entire ride. I could hear his little cries over the wind and feel his hips as he ground against my ass.
I have him sit on the lobby couch while I get the room—with the helmet still on so the employees don’t think I’m kidnapping some model. It works well and we end up on the eighth floor with a king bed and a jacuzzi tub. I think the lady at the counter was flirting with me. Ma’am—if only you knew.
Now I’m standing at the locked door watching Benjamin take off my helmet, setting it on the dresser and turning to look at me. He is absolutely fucking wrecked. His face is soaked in tears—all red and blotchy. His pupils are so big I can barely even see the hazel anymore and his hair is stuck to his skin with his own sweat.
“Benjamin. Do you feel broken yet?” I ask him, peeling off my shirt from where I stand. He looks at me—really looks at me—and gets on his knees.
“Yes.” It’s a choked-out sound, full of awe and desire. What is he doing? Benjamin doesn’t usually act on his own too much this far into our little games.
His button sits on his chest, right over my shirt. He’s completely covered in my clothes—even smells like my soap. All mine, mine, mine.I love you.
“You are so incredibly beautiful.” His voice is so soft, so full of that awe, that pure devotion. A hot spike shoots straight through me.
“W-what?” I’m still in front of the door—unable to move. He’s on his knees about fifteen feet away. It feels like he’s speaking straight into my skin.
“You’re beautiful. Every inch of you.” He takes a deep breath, steadying himself with his palms on his thighs. “I mean—everyone knows you’re hot, but not like this. They don’t know it this way.” My throat begins to close, choking me and making it hard to breathe.
Leaning back against the door so I hopefully look relaxed—and not at all like I’m losing it—I say,
“And what way is that, baby?” He fucking shivers. Like I’ve touched him—like it felt that good.
“They don’t know that if they were here and looking at you like this—they’d devote their entire lives to you. Every action—every thought. It would all be to get back to you.” He pauses for a moment, lowering his eyes. “Like they’re asking for redemption—like you’re their God.”
He’s worshipping me. He got on his knees the moment I spoke, fully intending to treat me as his God. My body feels like it’s absorbing some sort of strength, of power. I become more important than I am. There’s a tiny world in here—and I created it.
“Are you ready to share me? Your God?”
“No.” His response is quick, eyes still on the floor in front of him. I chuckle.
“Benjamin—what are you begging me for? Why are you asking for my forgiveness, redemption?”
He lifts his eyes and they’re fuckingfilthy. It’s like I’m fucking him right now. Like he’s screaming my name and coming over and over again and I can’t get him to stop because he loves it—he just loves it that much.
But they’re also a bit tortured. Just a bit.
“Since that day,” He’s staring into my eyes. “The day in the shower when you watched me. I’ve thought about it.” He lowers his eyes again.
