I grab a pair of scissors from my pocket and unceremoniously cut through her dress. She’d probably yell at me for it, since it’s designer, but I don’t give a shit. If she likes it so much, I’ll buy her a thousand of them. But right now, my priority isn’t keeping her clothes in one piece. It’s getting my fill of the forbidden fruit laid out for me like an unconscious prize.
Her body is exposed to me now, and she’s wearing a bra that’s making my head fucking spin. It’s a triangle cut cloth with mesh fabric that reveals the buds of her nipples, hardened and pink under my unforgiving gaze.
I’m still fighting a battle with myself, trying to decide whether I want to touch her. It’s what we both want. And yet I know I’m not supposed to let myself go there with her. There’s not much time left before Tallulah’s birthday. Soon enough I’ll have free rein of both her body and her mind... But I don’t know if I can resist her. Not like this, vulnerable to me.
Running my fingertips over her cheeks, I smile to myself. She’s so pretty, so innocent. Soon enough, she’ll lose that innocence. I’ll turn her into a depraved little toy for my cock. It’s just a matter of time, and we both know it.
I know exactly what I want to do tonight, even though I haven’t admitted it to myself. Not because I don’t want to, but because it’s wicked to steal things from a little angel like Tallulah without her knowing.
Regardless, I know it’s going to happen.
Her pussy is covered in the thin fabric of her panties, not leaving much to the imagination. I reach out, my long finger stretching out to push the thong off her puffy lips.
With two fingers, I spread her out. My mouth waters at the sight of her readiness. I allow my fingertips to roam over her drenched center. She moans in her sleep, a surprise, given how much powder was in her milk.
Opening my mouth, I spit on her clit and watch it drip down her pussy. I can see her little bundle of nerves fucking throbbing even though she’s passed out. She wants this. And she doesn’t get to choose how it happens.
I spread her open and reach out with my other hand. With my pointer finger, I push inside her as far as I can. Her hymen is fragile under my fingertips. I test it, stretching her out as much as I can as a wicked smile plays on my lips. She won’t even get the chance to find out I took it before her birthday when I finally fuck her. I’ll make sure of it.
Getting in position between her legs, I fill my mind with what’s happening before me.
Tallulah, my angel, defenseless and weak while I take advantage of her unconscious body.
With sick satisfaction, I pound her with my finger mercilessly. I feel her virginity beneath my fingertips, and I take it, ripping it away from her. I pound her little pussy, watching blood pool on the sheets beneath her. This is the only time I’ll draw blood from her body, and these memories will last me a lifetime, so I need to remember them forever.
You can only take your wife’s virginity once, after all.
I keep fucking her unstretched, tiny hole while she whimpers in her blissful slumber. She won’t remember any of this tomorrow. It’ll be as if it never happened.
When I pull my fingers out, her back arches off the bed in protest, trying to get closer to the source of her pleasure. I watch her blood glisten on my hand with morbid excitement. I taste her innocence, dragging the bloody fingers over my lips.
Goddamn, she’ll be the end of me.
I get up from the bed and carefully cover her with the duvet. There’s not much else for me to do, and I need to get the fuck out of her room before I get tempted to take advantage again.
Carefully closing the door of her bedroom behind me, I walk back to my bedroom. I don’t want to wash my hands or face. I can feel the guards’ eyes on me as I move through the house like a shadow.
I’ll sleep well tonight, after making sure her innocence belongs to me.
***
The memory of Tallulah’s sweet body exposed to my punishing touch haunts me the next morning. I force myself to stay away from her, trying to convince myself she won’t notice I stole her virginity. Despite that, I spend my hours wondering when she’ll come running to me in tears, demanding to know what I’ve done to her.
But despite my best efforts to stay away, I wander to the gardens where Tallulah is in the early evening with her new guard, Julio. I don’t expect to see Julio’s brother anywhere near here, which is why I’m shocked to find Antonio standing feet away from his brother, arguing with him in hushed tones.