My tummy fluttered and my pussy clenched at the thought of his huge cock inside me.
“When will that be?” I asked him, and he kept on smiling, kept on grinding.
“Patience, little one. It’ll be time when it’s time.”
I was a slut as I rubbed myself against him as best I could. I knew my clit was swollen and I’d be dripping in my panties, and I wished,prayed, he’d fuck me right there on the spot.
Please. PLEASE. I need it.
“Patience,” he repeated.
“But I can’t… I can’t wait.”
“You don’t have a choice.”
I got the impression that would be true about a lot of things from here on in. A lot of choices would belong to him now – but I’d given him that invitation.
It didn’t feel all that bad.
He dropped me to the floor as I contemplated my new reality. He pulled my bra back into place and buttoned up my blouse for me, then picked up my coat from the floor and held it for me to put my arms in the sleeves – as though I was a little girl.
A little girl who’d never got the same care from her own father, since he’d disappeared before she was even old enough to know his name.
He took hold of my hand. His fingers were so long, they felt so comforting in mine.
“Are we going to my place?” I asked him.
You could fuck me there.
“No. We’re going to mine.”
That gave me tingles.
“Where is it?”
“Holland Road. A little way from here. The air will do you some good.”
I felt better now he’d bitten me, still riding the waves of sated bliss.
I soaked in the cool breeze as we walked.
“Are you going to tell me about George?” I asked.
“No. Not yet.”
“Is he going to die?”
“All mortals die, Katherine.”
I stared up at him. “You know what I’m talking about, Hans. Don’t pretend you don’t.”
“Yes, I do. So maybe you should start asking proper questions.”
I was nervous as I voiced the unspoken.
“Is George going to die tonight because of what happened in the bar? What did he do wrong?”
“George is indeed going to die tonight, yes. But it’s his time to go. We’re saving him pain in the long run, despite the fact he may not realise it.”