Page 102 of Safe Word

A monster. Her monster.

And what did monsters do?

I slid the modulator down beneath my chin, the static hum fading.

My tongue slid out, damnation coating it, and traced her lips with a slow, obscene, unholy drag.

My lids closed, pressing hard as if to banish what threatened to snap the leash of that monster.

She gasped, lips parting, and I ran the tongue tip over her bottom lip once more, letting it linger just long enough to feel her breath catch.

Then I pulled back.

Air refused me.

I had touched her. Tasted her.

My tongue burned from the truth of what I had sampled – from the sacrilege I had committed.

Because she wasn’t just a woman to me.

She was my altar.

My church of flesh and breath and bruised prayers.

I had dared to defile it.

My palms tingled as I circled the seat, keeping far from her. Not from shame – there was no room left for that – but from the magnitude. From the realisation that I had crossed some line. And it didn’t even feel like trespass. It felt like truth. Like slipping into a wound to find it pulsing with welcome.

And the world?

It hadn’t ended. No hellfire or judgment.

Only her moan. Her body. Her offering.

And now I was terrified. Of ecstasy.

Worship had never been this filthy. And hunger had never felt so holy.

I bit down on my lip, swallowing a sound that crawled up my throat like something between a sob and a laugh.

She had no idea what she had given me.

What had been gentle rolls of her hips were now waves of feverish contortions. Beautiful. Thighs quaked, her arousal spilling in slow drips like pearls from a torn rosary.

The machine pumped faster, each thrust harder than the last, echoing wet against the bare walls.

Her climax was building. I could see it.

And I wanted more.

From the shadows, I reached into the supply bag, fingers damp with sweat as I grabbed the lubricant. Still half full. Still warm.

I stepped forward, just close enough to see her beautiful cunt stretched open around the silicone shaft – slick and red and sacred – and then I flipped the bottle and started chanting inwardly to sanctify its contents.

I squeezed it over her body.

Hard.