“Those look old,” I say, snubbing out the cigarette. The rooftop has a bunch of construction materials up here to build a serene setting for club members, but right now it’s a mess.
Her head snaps up, eyes narrowing. I only commented because she sat on the chair two seats down from me and started rubbing at the scars like they bothered her. Nothing covers them; no sleeves or jewelry or anything else.
“Nobody asked you asshole,” she snaps, and my brows lift. “Mind your business.”
“So sorry,” I tell her sarcastically, getting up from the seat. “If they’re old, scratching at them won’t make them go away.”
She scoffs, but her eyes are unfocused as she looks off the rooftop. There’s already a safety bar all around the area, and a few workers standing around. She’s not going to chuck herself off the edge at least, even if she’s staring hard enough I almost think she wants to. “No. Nothing will make them disappear.”
“You don’t have to make them disappear,” I say, passing her on my way to the stairs. “Those scars mean you livedthrough something. Pretending they aren’t there means you’re pretending nothing happened. You survived something.”
She shakes her head, looking up. It’s twilight, and up here if you squint you can make out some of the stars against the night sky. The creases around her eyes disappear as her gaze softens and she admires the stars. I follow her gaze, but it just looks like another night to me.
“Living and surviving are different,” she says with a sigh, and she sounds so sad I almost step over and try to engage her again. “Don’t you ever dream of something better than just making it to the next moment? Survival is the bare bones of life. Sometimes it’s not enough.”
I study her, watching as she bends, picks up the fruity drink from downstairs, and chugs the entire thing. It’s sort of impressive, and she slams the glass back down on the concrete like it didn’t affect her at all. “There’s got to be something you’re looking forward to.”
“Yeah,” she agrees, eyes going back to the sky. “The next dream.”
“Kimber will be fine,” I say, reaching over to stroke her hair. She’s so peaceful right now I don’t even want to wake her up. Not yet. “I’ve got to go, Callie.”
~~~
She sighs in her sleep when I lean over her later, watching the way her eyes flutter but stay closed as I run my fingers over the thong. I don’t know if Kimber dressed like this to seriously go run through the woods or if she made a conscious commitment to staying in for the evening before she tossed this outfit on. Her thong matches the nightgown, which laces on both sides, and I’ve already loosened it so it’s hardly doing anything at this point.
Kimber didn’t stir when I snaked an arm beneath her side, cupping her breast to tease her nipples through the thin material. This isn’t one ofmydesigns; I leave myself a mental reminder to remedy that when we get back to town.
Pushing aside the thong, I trace her pussy with my fingers and find she’s already wet. Breathing in her scent, I lean over and nip her ear, earning a soft whimper. “Naughty girl. What are you dreaming about tonight?”
She stays asleep, and I slide a finger into her down to the second knuckle. It’s not enough to give her much of anything, but it does tease her and she lightly grinds back against me.
Kissing down the side of her neck, I graze my teeth along soft skin. I don’t need to hunt her to claim her. “I’m going to ruin you, Dreamer. You won’t just forget his name; you’ll forget he ever existed at all.”
She moans in her sleep when I start finger fucking her, needing her body open and responsive so I can toy with her. I pinch her nipple between my fingers until she whimpers, sucking on her throat to mark her again. She never complained in the past about that and I’m not about to stop now.
Kimber shifts in her sleep, granting me easier access to her pussy, and I add a second finger as her head rolls, exposing the front of her throat to my teeth. I briefly lift my head to kiss her lips, but I don’t want her waking up while I prep her.
Fuck it, she can stay out through the whole thing and I’ll wake her up after.
Reaching behind me, I grab the toy. She’s spent enough time admiring the different toys I make for the shops, it would be cruel to not use them on her. Removing my fingers I run the wide head of the dildo over her entrance, coating it before I start working it inside her.
She moans, and I grin to myself. Even asleep she’s so vocal for me. “Good girl. You can take all of this, and then you’ll take all of me.”
She squirms, and when the toy is seated fully inside her I pull back. I don’t know if I can fuck her gently enough to not wake her up at some point, but seeing her body respond easily to me makes my cock throb.
The only other thing I got up to grab is lube, and I roll her so her torso presses against the mattress, while I squirt the lube across her cheeks. I like her pain sometimes, but not for this. I’d rather she shatter from the pleasure.
Running two fingers down her crack, I coat her ass before working my fingers in. My cock presses to her leg as I work, and she moans loudly as I spread her for me. As I watch her, I use the other hand to grab the little remote and press the button for the low setting.
Kimber gasps, arching when the vibrator turns on. It’s just enough stimulation to make her hips move but not yet wake her up.
Pressing the head of my dick to her ass as I shift, I lean over and bite her neck once more. She rocks back into me, her movements sluggish, and I push the head in with one quick thrust.
Her loud gasp makes me groan, and I drop my head to her shoulder blades. My voice is loud when I speak, just in case she does hear me. “Good girl. You can take me.”
I grip her hip when she tries to shimmy away, holding her in place the deeper I go. Her body vibrates the fuller she gets, her head turning back and forth as she struggles between sleep and waking up to the intrusion.
Kimber’s nails scratch at the bedding, and I drop the first remote to grab the second. Whenever she does wake up, before or after we’re finished, she’ll like this. I press the button,listening as the gears engage around us, and roll so I’m on top of her.
