My body starts to tighten from the temptation, but I hold on. Yet I just can’t keep my hand away and start gliding my fingers through her hair.
She takes the tip in her mouth, sucking, before pushing it a little deeper, yet not even close to the hilt.
Don’t do it, don’t do it.
Fuck it.
I grip the back of her head so she doesn’t break her skull against the shower wall as I shove myself deep into her mouth, bracing her head against the tiles with my hand. Her muffled gasp echoes around my cock, her eyes fall shut.
“My little goddess, what are you doing to me?”
She opens her eyes and gags, the sound sending my eyeballs rolling back. I take my cock out, not entirely, just to give her air for a split second before thrusting back in. Her eyes water, the first black tear rolling down her cheek as she looks up at me, devotion and need in her eyes.
“You don’t even realize how much power you have over me when you’re down there.”
I thrust into her mouth, barely holding myself together, as another raw sound escapes her throat, muffled against my cock, ripping sanity right out of me. I grip her hair harder, pushing even deeper when she gags more and drool starts to drip down her chin right into her lap.
“Put your hand between your legs.”
She does as she’s told, opening her knees and touching herself. Her breath gets shallower as she’s taking herself to the edge with me.
I ride her mouth and give her a second of air every now and then before choking her, holding her head to me like it’s my lifeline. Her mouth fills with muffled moans as she rubs her clit and I can suddenly feel her body freezing.
She takes me over the edge with her when I slam my cock deep inside her throat a couple more times. She’s trying to scream, but it’s impossible, my cum is filling her throat and she’s adorably choking on it.
I pull out, black tears rolling down her cheeks, strings of cum and saliva stretching between her lips and my cock. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, slowly, dazed, while trying to catch her breath, looking up at me, smirk curling in the corner of her lips. I take her under the arms, lift her up to me and hold her, wiping her black tears away with my thumb.
“You’re driving me out of my mind. If you knew what you do to me, you’d be terrified.”
She tightens her grip on me and smiles.
I’m not losing her again.
I can’t.
I need a plan. And it needs to be a good one or we’re all dead.
Kiara
Present
I’m so scared to fall asleep. I’m lying on my back, his head in my lap, his hands wrapped around my hips, holding me so tight I can’t move. I played with his hair for so long that he fell asleep.
I’ve been imagining him falling asleep in my arms for so long. For six fucking years.
My body is sore and tired, and I’m just so afraid I’ll wake up alone again. My mind is on a rollercoaster, thinking about everything that happened. I run my fingers over his skin, as tenderly as possible so as not to wake him up. I want him to sleep like this forever, only to wake up to make love to me again, then fall back asleep, never leaving me.
I could drug him and kidnap him like he did to me. I think I get it now. That would be so easy.
But he’s too heavy, I wouldn’t get very far.
His scent isn’t leaving my nostrils now. I can smell him all around me, feel him still inside me, his lips still on mine, his teeth still in my skin, the light pain inside me, the soreness still lingering.
He’s everywhere.
It’s perfect.
My fingers carefully graze the few black paintings on his skin, some of them already burned into my memory as my fingers follow them automatically, but some are new and I’m memorizing them now.
