Collateral Damage

C H A P T E R 60

C H A P T E R 60

MY FOREVER

Puppet

Play - ‘Fields Of Elation - Sleep Token’

I scoff down my chocolate, ending off the perfect little adventure with my favourite treat as we pull up to the house. She's been fairly quiet the entire way back and I don’t know whether to be frightened by that. Maybe she’s just tired. Today has been a lot for people who never venture out of the house but it felt so incredible to feel the water wash away all my thoughts for a while, although I’m now in desperate need of a shower. I feel the sand in my hair as I run my fingers through it, i t’s grosssss .

She cuts the engine, sitting there in silence for a while outside the bungalow and I analyse her, trying to figure out what on earth she is doing, it’s like she’s waiting for something. Water begins to patter against my skin, looking up to feel a light shower against my cold cheeks, almost numb as it tingles my skin. How did she know it was going to rain? It literally never rains, what the hell are the chances.

She pulls me off the bike, lifting me like a feather and her strength is just ridiculously hot, planting me down on the ground as she wastes no time digging for my tongue, latching to me like I'm going to slip out of her grasp at any moment. What has gotten into her?

I melt like honey into her mouth, shuddering under the icy temperatures mixed with the chills she gives me without even trying, feeling the rain hit my skin harder as she grins against me, knowing that inside I'm cringing at the sensation but I wanted to dance in the rain. I guess this is as close as I'm going to get. I’m smiling back when I remember our little slow dance earlier that took me completely by surprise.

Our lips finally detach and I look up at the sky as the heavens open, completely drenching us both from head to toe but we just stand there like idiots until she attacks under my arms causing me to yelp out into a helpless giggle as she tickles me to the ground trying to get away from her hold but I’m laughing so hard I can’t breathe.

“HAYDEN! STOP! ST- STOP! I CAN’T brEATHEEE!”

She grabs my hand, pulling me into her torso feeling her attack my skin with her needy hands, grabbing my outer thighs as she lifts me to rest around her body like a koala. Walking us inside, she’s unable to keep her lips off mine as she heads straight for the shower, paying no mind to Shep who’s curled up in bed, glaring at us and if I didn’t know any better it's almost like he's raising a brow as she rips her leather jacket off me with an animalistic nature I’ve never seen from her. Territorial and hungry for me in ways I never thought possible.

“You’re fucking Mine . Do you hear me?” The water opens up as she flicks the handle, gasping as the freezing water frames to the curves of my body followed by her hands, completely careless to the fact she’s fully clothed right now getting us both drenched under the shower but I’m too caught up in the taste of her to care, losing my head as her fragrant cologne stings my nose.

“Tell me Alora . Fucking tell me you’re Mine . I need to hear you say it.” I rush the words from my mouth, cracking to contain my oxygen as she pulls me under the water, nearly choking on it as my underwear disappears.

“I’m yours, all yours Baby .” She lets me touch her body, hissing as I touch her like it physical burns but she’s enduring it, panting heavier down my neck as I run my nails over her abs. I’m finally able to memorise every perfect imperfection in her skin as I pull her tank top up and over her head, hitching my breath as she presses me against the tiled wall, gasping at the ice burning my back, admiring her soppy wet hair falling in front of her demonic features that even the Devil himself would fear. She’s so horrifically beautiful it haunts me, the bags under her eyes holding all her sleepless nights like trophies. My wounded monster is finally letting down her guard and I suddenly can’t keep my hands off her, trying to claw my way inside her hollow body made just for me.

“Don’t ever fucking forget it.” She forces entry, pushing her fingers inside my aching hole, needy for her to fill me. How could I ever forget when she’s my entire fucking existence, moaning at how easily she’s sliding in and out, coating her fingers as I drip desperately. “You’ll live for me. Do you understand me?”

Her words catch me off guard slightly, not responding as quickly as she’d like only to have my mouth filled with water as she dunks my head under the heavy flow of water.

“I said, do you understand me, Puppet ?” She shakes me vigorously as I catch my breath once more, glaring at this emotion buried somewhere in her deep sea and I don’t understand what is up with her but I reply abruptly as she orders me, trying to understand why she’d think I wouldn’t want to when all I want to do is be here in her arms.

“Yes!...” She digs deeper for my submission, rewarding me as she pushes me closer, curling her digits inside me and I can’t keep quiet, trying to clasp to her as she finger fucks me to draw out my whines, clawing into her flesh as I scream for her. It will only ever be her. I don’t want anyone else. Ever . Just thinking about it makes me sick. My body, mind and soul belongs to her. She is my forever . Maybe this trip out has her thinking I'm going to walk away now that she’s let me experience life outside these walls.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I try to speak but it comes out as a whisper against her lips as I whimper through her kiss.

“Promise me.”

“Why so many promises?” She ignores my question, running her fingers through the knotty locks of my hair, tightening her grip to tug at my scalp with force to listen to her words, controlling what I see as she squeezes against the back of my neck, cutting through me with a look I’ve never seen on her face.

Fear.

She's scared?

“Promise me you will stay right here.” She man handles me, rattling me with writing between the lines I don't understand. She’s trying to say something, I can feel it. But what? She looks like I’m dying in front of her very eyes as she tries to pump life back inside me.

“Of course I will. With you.”

She begins to speak to me with sentiment and it makes me uneasy seeing her so vulnerable. Being so raw, using words I've never heard come out of her mouth.“You need to know, that whatever happens, you made me a better woman.”

She slowly feels my insides, dipping inside me, agonisingly slowly like she’s savouring how I feel around her fingers as she rests her temple against mine, panting against the sensitive flesh behind my ear.

“What's wrong Hayden?” I hum, my tone laced with concern but she won’t look at me, pressing her ear against my mouth to listen to my cries as she heaves against me, puffing out her chest to lay against mine, so close I can feel her heart vibrating through my rib cage.

“ Nothing . I just wanted you to know.” I'd believe her if she wasn’t tugging me so tightly she was ripping my skin, clamping down on my neck like if she so much as lets go slightly I will fall out of her arms. I kiss softly against her cheek, warm and rough as I rub against her scars, breathing in her scent as I focus solely on the sound of her quivering groans, letting out a tiny yelp as she pulls out of me slowly, gripping underneath my legs to carry me like a bride to the bed. It’s like our little rendezvous finally let her relax, allowing her to be soppy without fear of judgement as I kiss the creases in her cheeks where her smile lines sit before she lays me down against the sheets, worshipping me from the ankles up.

Play - ‘Vertigo (Acoustic) - Jutes’

“A life without you in it terrifies me, Alora .” She murmurs against my skin and those words terrify me. I can’t picture a world where she’s no longer by my side.

“Well I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I promise. ”

She reaches my chest, smearing her bottom lip against my sweaty skin like kissing is not enough, like she needs to physically eat my essence and I ache at her yearning for me, letting my submission submerge me under that blissful blanket of freedom she feeds me. She’s suffocating me with her entire being like we are now one and it’s reminding me of the first time she took my body and soul. The only difference is this time, I know what to expect and I've never wanted anything more. I push my legs apart inviting her to find her salvation in me, clawing at the contorted bones that make up her face as I kiss her deeply, letting her work her way around my mouth. This connection we share is indescribable as much as it is soul crushing. She's now part of me and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more complete which pinches at my chest as I realise she could be ripped away from me at any moment if we are not careful. This forbidden life we are living is dangerous but danger is my new Love language.

“Be my grave baby girl .” My eyes flicker with lust and concern as she gives me no time to reply, undoing her jeans and pushing herself inside me, biting my bottom lip until I squeak like pain transfer, letting her in easier until she’s coated. Hearing how wet I am she loses herself inside me and it's a sight I will never tire of, only whining for her voice like a needy puppy. I want to hear how I make her feel. I want her to show me what I do to her. How I make her question everything about herself through the velocity of her thrusts, pining for me like she cannot survive without me. I need to know I’m not crazy. That she is just as delusional as I as we run from our responsibilities like teenagers. Living in secret to rebel against this society set to destroy us.

“Let me bury myself 6ft inside your sweet cunt .”

I jolt as the back of my head pushes into the pillow, feeling her indignation as she ploughs into me full of prominent frustration and I don’t know what this feeling is. But it’s not an average orgasm as I pool between my legs, crushing my thighs against her hips in embarrassment as I twitch against her. Did I just squirt? She forces my legs back open, pushing just her pelvis into my dripping pussy, gripping to my knees as she watches her length slide in and out of my hole painfully slowly, licking the curve underneath her lip like a freak as the Devil resurfaces through her grin, one I now strangely miss when it’s not present on her kissable face.

“Dirty Puppet . Making such a mess for me.” Her thumb finds my bud in my arousal, playing with me like velvet against her fingertips and I shudder, feeling that sensation creep back in with intent on ruining me. “Do it again.”

She strums at my sensitive spot as she dips her strap inside, feeling myself shaking on the end of her cock.

“Look at that…” She hisses through her teeth, analysing my juices over her length, groaning in pure pleasure, admiring how she is my insatiable ruin as she pushes back inside me feeling each inch slide against my walls nudging a jolted gasp from my throat as she suddenly refuses to let me breathe. Her hand clamps down around my throat until I’m near on seeing the midnight constellations, focusing on only the brightest stars in front of me as she searches the adventure in my gleaming eyes, glossy with light tears but I’m grinning like a psychopath. She really is rubbing off on me.

“When you’re not around me. This? This is all I feel.” She squeezes tighter, looking at me like she’s waiting for me to fight back but I lay there and take it until the corners of my eyes pinch black, embracing her emotions like they are my own, relishing in the guilty pleasure that cuts through me every time she confesses to me that I am her lifeline. Eight months ago she wanted to be the one to take my life but now she fears it so deeply I fear she wouldn’t survive without me and it’s sickly comforting. We are, in sickness and in health, hungry for vows to tie us to one another, in this life and the next but we don’t need rings for that. Only our tongues.

She lets go letting me suck in air, still deep inside me. My hips buck as she gently builds pressure, her warm fingertips playing with my slit, gliding effortlessly against my cum as she coats her finger, tasting it between the slit in her tongue sending chills up my spine.

“What do I taste like?” I mumble with hesitance as she eyes me curiously, knowing I've tasted myself, but I want to know what I taste like to her.

“Salvation.” She says that word so seductively I may just cum, fixated on the way she cleans up my mess and it cramps up my entire torso as I tense to stop myself from letting go all over her cock but it’s no use as another wave hits me, this time more violent, more desperate, making me rock into her to finish the job and she does as instructed, giving me that sweet release as she pushes me over the edge.

“Cum for me, Alora, be a good girl baby and show me how good Daddy takes care of you…” There is something in the way she says my name with such desperation that allows me to let go, trying to ignore why she said my name like she’s never going to say it again, but I cool down, panting out my exhaustion. I convulse underneath her as she paints kisses all over my muggy skin, wiping my messy barnet from my face, unsticking it from my cheeks as she grins in amusement at my fatigue.“You’re so cute.”

She does nothing but peer down her nose at me, tilting her head as she watches me try to cover up my non-existent dignity, embarrassed to know I just made one hell of an unintentional mess and she loves that she has broken yet, another first . She’s wearing a shit eating grin that makes my pussy clench, curious to know what she's thinking behind those sinister blades, stabbing me with force keeping me frozen as she leans in slowly, lining my top and bottom lip with her split tongue. It sucks a blissful moan from the depths of my fading orgasm, already pulsating to feel her again but I can feel my sugar levels depleting right now. I’m absolutely exhausted and I'm going to hurt tomorrow, trying to crawl back to the land of the living as the gentle caress of her lips send me immediately sleepy, shushing down my ear which has become a ritual to help me sleep. To scare my demons away.

“Hayden…” I barely get my words before her finger finds my lips as she lays down beside me, even though she has no idea what I want to say.

“Tell me tomorrow…”