August keeps talking animatedly like a new life is viable, and we might have a chance at a future like the ones I’ve seen written in books.
“What if I’m not good at being normal?” I whisper.
I’m not sure whether he heard me through the door.
“I’ll teach you,” August says quickly. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know. I don’t know a lot, but I know how to take care of myself, and so do you. I’d do anything for you.”
“Would you kill for me again, August?” I ask.
Daddy would, and I need to know whether he has what it takes. I have to be sure that we have a future together. One without secrets or pretending.
“Yes,” he replies without hesitation.
“Tell me what you did to the cop.”
August sighs but tells me anyway. “A cop pulled me over on the highway,” he explains. “He was going to come to the party, but I made sure he didn’t arrive.”
“What did you do to him?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he says. “No one will ever find him now, and no one will ever find us if we choose to leave either.”
I giggle. “It’s pretty hot knowing you’ve killed for me.”
“You’re fucking insane, you know that?” he jokes.
August sees me and accepts me. Something I thought Daddy did too... until he didn’t.
“That’s why you love me, isn’t it, August?” I purr. “Because I’m not like other girls.”
“No,” he replies, his voice gravelly and deep. “You’re not.”
“I can tell what you’re thinking about,” I sing. “We have a special connection, remember? A connection that no one else can break.”
“Tell me then,” he challenges. “Tell me what I’m thinking.”
“You’re thinking about how good my pussy felt around your cock, and how much you wish you could be fucking me right now.”
“You’re wrong,” he says. I imagine him pulling his sullen expression when he’s trying to play hard to get. “I just want you out of there.”
He isn’t fooling me.
I remember his eyes gliding down my body, drinking me in like he wanted to devour me.
“Tell me what you’d do to me if you were the other side of this door,” I say.
“This isn’t the time, Clemmie,” he warns.
“I’ve got nothing else to do,” I reply, “Why don’t you entertain me?”
“Clemmie.” His voice is strangled, and I smile, knowing his cock will be rock hard. He’s struggled to conceal his vast boner many times, and if his urges are anything like mine, I know that being in each other’s company is irresistible.
“Tell me what you want to do to me, August,” I demand as I start to touch myself. “I’m slipping my hand between my thighs now. I want you to make me come with your words. You said you wanted to teach me that sex is about connection. This is your chance.”
“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” I hear unzipping and know he’s getting his dick out. I’d love to suck it, take his head in my mouth and lick it all over until he sprays his seed, and I can enjoy the salty taste on my tongue.
“Tell me, August,” I say, sliding my finger down my wet slit. “Tell me what you’d do to me. I want to hear it. I need it.”
“First, I’d ram my cock down your fucking throat so you can shut up with your whining and teasing.”