“Uh-huh,” I say, finding my clit and circling it. “I’d suck your cock so good, August. You know I would.”
“I’d grab your hair and face fuck you until your jaw aches, but I won’t finish,” he says breathily. “When I’m done with your mouth, I’d explore your body. Fuck... I’d suck your perfect fucking nipples until your sweet little pussy is dripping. I’d want to make you beg, Clemmie. Make you moan and plead until you can’t stand it anymore.”
“Please, August,” I whine, rubbing my clit furiously. “Please give me what I need.”
“When you’re begging,” he continues, panting as he jacks himself off. Knowing he’s pleasuring himself turns me on even more. “I’d taste you. I’d lick and eat your pussy like it’s my favorite fucking meal. I’d hold your hips down and force you to take all the pleasure I can give. I’d coax your lips open and slide my tongue inside that wet tight pussy.”
“Mmhhhhmm,” I moan, massaging the wetness around my entrance but not going inside. Not yet. I imagine August’s head there and how good his hot tongue would feel exploring me. “How good do I taste, August? Tell me how good my pussy tastes.”
“So fucking good,” he grunts, “I could eat your pretty pussy for days. It’s all I’ve wanted to eat since I first laid eyes on you.”
“Really?” I gasp.
“Uh-huh,” he says. He spits on his cock. “I’ve been watching you. Watching how your body has been begging me to fuck it, and I can’t resist anymore. I can’t hold back. I’d make you cum on my face, again and again, letting you squirt all over me until your thighs shake, and you’re so wet that you’re begging for my cock to fill you.”
My heart races as I finger myself, feeling an orgasm build but holding onto it for the perfect moment. “How would you take me?”
“I’d grab your ass and guide your pussy onto my cock, then fuck you from underneath,” he says. I imagine my tits bouncing against his sweaty chest and how his large hands would feel cupping my ass. I’d slide my wet cunt over him until I coat his balls in my wetness. “You’ll be moaning my name, Clemmie. My cock fits so perfectly inside you; it’s like we’re made for each other.”
“We are, August,” I moan as he grunts, “we are made for each other. There’s no one else more perfect for me than you.”
My breathing grows heavier, and I throw my head back as I slip two extra fingers inside and succumb to the orgasm. They don’t fill me the same way August would, but they help me ride the wave that’s tearing me apart. I hear the motion of his hands working his shaft and quickening in pace.
“Fuck,” he groans.
I imagine his cum exploding over his fist and think about how much I’d like to lick it off.
“August,” I moan as my pussy squeezes tighter around my fingers.
Neither of us speaks for a few minutes then I hear him stand.
“I have to go before Dad realizes I stole the ring,” he says. “I’ll see you soon, Clemmie.”
“Yes,” I say, “you will.”
The thought of seeing him again keeps me going. Even in the darkness, he is there with me. I’ll think of him as I fall asleep. When I’ve upset Daddy before, it was just me with my thoughts, but I’m not alone anymore. August is with me. Wherever I go, he will follow.
I never thought I’d share a connection with someone stronger than the one I have with Daddy, but now... I can’t stop thinking about life beyond the gates of the mansion, of life with August. Our garage. We could even find a way for me to fulfill my other urges. I know he’d do anything for me.
Realization dawns on me, and I see the difference between August and Daddy. They may share DNA, but they are opposites. August killed to save me, but Daddy killed to punish me.
CHAPTER15
August
The fucker releasedClemmie from the basement two days ago, but he’s kept her locked in her bedroom since. I’m sure Clemmie’s pet will have died from dehydration by now. Dad wants to keep her all to himself until our big birthday celebrations, and I haven’t wanted to risk him catching us speaking as that could jeopardize my plans.
I’ve been meticulous in my preparations, and everything is starting to come together. I’ve had to act like nothing is wrong. I’ve made no adjustments to my behavior—generally staying out of my father’s way, continuing to go to work as expected, and not asking about Clemmie. I need his focus to be on her today.
Whatever the sick bastard has organized for tonight will be nothing compared to what I have planned for him. I have it all figured out. The real question is whether Clemmie will forgive me when the night is over.
I head to her bedroom, knowing she isn’t alone. Her cheerful singing ofHappy Birthdaycomes through the wall.
I knock twice.
“Come in!” Clemmie calls, and I push the door open.
She’s sitting upright in bed and looks paler than usual. Her skin is almost translucent, but seeing her intricate veins remind me that her heart is still beating. That’s all that matters.