“Oh no, you didn’t think I was finished, did you?” I tilt my head and smile as I pull out my lipstick and put it on. “This dick is mine now.”
I lean in and press a kiss onto his neck, and he whimpers in response, so I flick the limp flesh between his legs for good measure.
“You’ve been a very good boy, Xavier. But I need you to understand that I will punish you if you’re not. Do not ever get in the way of a kill. Do you understand?”
He drops his head back onto the muddy ground. “God …”
I squeeze his dick. “What?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he squeaks.
I smirk. “Good. But you can call me your God if you prefer, since I’m the one who finally gave you a real purpose in life.”
I release his dick from my grasp and get off the ground, then zip myself back into my outfit.
He sits up. “What purpose?”
I laugh. “Don’t you get it yet? You’re my boy toy now. And when my pussy is wet, it’s going to need a cock to play with … and an ass to fuck.”
The dizzy look on his face slowly evaporates.
I pull his own knife out of the bag and tuck it into the palm of his hand. “Free yourself. Then clean up your stuff. Leave the body. Just like a good boy would.” I gently slap his face before I saunter off. “TTYL.”
Xavier
After I finally manage to cut throughthe ropes, I lie motionless on the grass, completely drained of all my energy. Rain slowly begins to pitter-patter down on my face, and I soak it all in, trying to gather the energy to stand.
Am I in purgatory? Because it sure feels like it after what she did to me.
Never in my life could I have imagined Sunny fucking Reed would toy with me like that.
I have never, ever come that many times in a row.
Though I gotta admit, jerking off with your own hand feels like a speck of dust compared to her scorching fingers. And to think she didn’t even touch me all that much. Just a flick, and I was done for.
It was that fucking easy.
And I am that fucking enamored with her.
Another drop of rain tumbles down on my face, and I wipe it off, then lick it off the tip of my fingers. Not just because I’m so fucking thirsty I could swallow a whole damn ocean right about now but also because my lips still taste like her fingers and the wetness between her thighs.
Fuck, if only I could bottle up her taste and keep it forever.
She’s a raging firestorm.
Gone before I even realize it.
And my body fucking aches like nothing else.
I sit up straight, but my ass still tingles, so I crawl off the ground and immediately zip up, still completely out of breath. She sure did a number on me.
I glance at the body slumped over in the chair, blood dripping down his chest. I should definitely call my mom’s men and have them pick up the body to burn it, but if I did, Sunny would probably dump me in the same fire.
Something gnaws at the back of my mind while I pick up all the tools she used and chuck them back into my bag to erase any and all evidence of my assistance. All that’s left is the marking on his skin. Her lip print.
Why does she want him to be found?
Does she want to be caught?
