I should leave. Get some fresh air. Remember why I’m doing this.
I would have too, if I weren’t a glutton for punishment.
My eyes slide lower over her curves. The rise of her breasts. The dip of her navel. How pink she is between her thighs.
I’m dying for a taste.
You’re dying to have her, period.
“I don’t care one way or the other.”
I unbuckle my belt. Take myself out. Can’t stop myself if I wanted because, fuck, I’m so hard it hurts.
I’ve never been this thick, the pulse in my dick never so strong that my control has snapped like it does now.
I’m not a man at this point. No.
I’m all want. All desire.
All vengeance.
When Elowyn wakes up painted in white, she’ll see it too.
Grabbing her panties from the bed, I wrap them around my cock and rub myself. I lean in to grip her breast, hard enough to bruise.
I just need this small relief. This ache to be gone.
I’m grunting and thrusting my hips, my climax a coiling snake inside my stomach.
I’m going to come, then…
Fuck.
I make the mistake of looking at her face.
God, she’s beautiful.
Beautiful and mine.
Never was, never will be.
Despite how badly this truth pains me, desire still surfaces. The urge to spread Elowyn’s legs wider and lick her into an orgasm is strong.
Your plan.
Fuck. Right. I promised myself that every time I pleasure her, she’ll be awake for it.
Awareness is the point, since attachment doesn’t form in sleep.
At the image of her—awake, coming on one of the depraved objects I bought just for her—my dick jerks in my palm once before I come all over Elowyn’s stomach.
The torture of never actually getting over her turns this orgasm into a full-body ache. I’m left gasping and cursing her until I’ve emptied myself.
When I’m able to think straight, I tuck myself into my boxers. Zip my pants, buckle my belt, and with self-loathing poisoning my body, I get to phase two.
The camera, balanced in my hands, clicks as I snap a photo of her tainted stomach. Only an inch of it fits in the frame, where my seed and her skin are both visible.
The photo is warm, same as the ones I captured of Elowyn as she walked down my halls. Through the hidden holes in the walls, I terrorized the poor thing before tucking the evidence into my closet.
