Slowly, she comes back to earth. While she came, she was her most vulnerable. I could have asked her any question, done anything to her, and she would have let me.
I tuck that secret away for another time. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to take advantage of her like that, but I will if I have to.
I lean forward.
“You got it wrong. The devil doesn’t escape me when I come. More of the devil enters my soul until I’m more evil than anything else.”
I grab her hand where her fingers are still buried in her pussy. Slowly, I remove them, watching her body reluctantly release her fingers and spill out cum. Then I lift her hand to my mouth, and I suck her fingers clean.
I got to see her come. I got a taste and smell of her cum. Now all I need is to feel.
That will be the last thing I take from her.
She swallows hard, like her throat is on fire.
“I think I liked the then part the most,” she says.
I agree.
“Finally, I want to hear all your lies. This changes nothing. I still want to kill you.”
15
Liesel
Every sexual encounter with Langston is hotter than the previous.
He didn’t even touch me until after I had already come, but rubbing myself while he was watching me, while he was stroking himself, while he was so close—fuck me.
Those words almost slipped from my lips so many times.
My body was screaming for Langston to fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
For the first time, I wasn’t sure if it mattered if I was in control or not. It didn’t matter if Langston tied me up and stripped me of all my power. It didn’t matter if he pushed his cock between my lips, in my ass, or in my cunt. All I wanted was his cock inside me. His lips kissing me. His hands touching me.
Every time I’m around Langston, I want more.
And every time I realize just how bad things would get if we were to cross that line into more.
Langston steps out of the tub and grabs a fluffy towel from the nearby shelf. He doesn’t grab one for me or help me in any way.
I stand and grab another towel. I dry quickly before grabbing the single white robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door and wrapping it around me. I walk into the bedroom after Langston.
I don’t see him.
Did he leave?
My heart flutters at that. I both want him to have left and want him to still be here.
I turn to the right and see Langston out of the corner of my eye, sitting in one of the two chairs on my balcony.
I exhale.