The Blue Rose

17. Aster

SEVENTEEN

ASTER

I feel myself being tugged, a growl building in my throat as I look behind to see Serena trying to plant her feet and hold me back. That’s cute. With a chuckle, I pick her up, throw her over my shoulders, and walk us behind the bathrooms. She starts to bang on my back, pressing against me and trying to wriggle out of my hold.

“Put me down.”

“If you don’t stop moving, I’m going to place you over my knees and spank you.” I’m thinking about spanking her for even entertaining a date with another man. She doesn’t know what happened to the last man who took her out, and never will.

My hold tightens around her legs, as I think about how the one at the market kept touching her. He would die a slow and painful death, starting with both his hands being sawed off, slowly . The thought makes me grin. Maybe I’d wrap his hands in a nice little box, with a bright blue ribbon on it, my signature color , and gift them to Serena, since she allowed him to touch her.

She hits me harder, her little fists feeling like bb gun bullets pelting my back, throwing a tantrum like a damn child. I bring my hand around, spanking her ass with a solid hit of my palm, which makes her yelp. The little sound that comes from her has me picking up my speed, my pants feeling tighter by the minute. We get to the bathrooms, and I let her body slide down my stomach. She stands with her arms crossed, turning her head away from me with a huff.

Gripping her chin, I force her to look at me, but her eyes stubbornly look over my shoulder. “Look at me, little lamb,” I demand, getting close to her ear and whispering a threat I know will get her attention. “If you don’t look at me, I will fuck you in the ass with no lube. I will not be gentle. I will not stop with your tears. Do you want to bleed around my cock?”

“You wouldn’t,” she gasps, finally looking at me with fear hidden behind her defiant eyes.

I smirk, “You know I would.”

“What do you want?” she spits, clinging to her anger despite everything.

“What I want is to know why you agreed to a date when you’re mine .”

She scoffs and stands taller, looking me dead in the eyes, “I. Am. Not . Yours.”

So, this is how she is going to be? She looks away again and crosses her arms once more. Pushing her flush to the bathroom wall, I uncross her arms, and pin them above her head, as she starts to squirm against me. I whisper against her lips, “You are mine. This little act is going to get you punished.” I look her up and down slowly, taking care to caress every inch of her with my eyes. “And not in the way you like.”

She tries to twist her arms out of my hold, anger rising in her voice. “If I’m yours, then why did you ignore me, again?! Why did you make me feel like you were going to disappear for weeks?” She burst into tears, no longer fighting against my hold, and I feel a twinge in my heart. What the fuck is this feeling? “You promised you wouldn’t do that to me again,” she chokes out.

I pull her flush to my chest, her tears staining my shirt. Caressing her hair, I try to comfort her. “I’m sorry, little lamb, I was trying to figure some shit out.” I take a deep breath, pulling her away from my body, and looking down at her. Her eyes are puffy, streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. Her cute little button nose is red at the tip, making her look like Rudolph. “Look, I’m here aren’t I? I showed up,” I soothingly say, rubbing her back.

She sniffs and nods her head. I run my fingers back through my hair, my thoughts chaotic “You’re making me feel things, Serena. Things I don’t understand. You make me crazy. You make me question everything. I am breaking all my rules for you.”

She sniffs again, wiping her nose with the back of her hand, and looks up. “You are?”

I rub my thumb under her eye, wiping the tear and mascara away. “I am, and for the first time in my life, I’m scared.” My breaths quicken, and my hands start to shake. That’s never happened before. My hands form into fist, I close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm my breathing. When I open them again, Serena's eyes have softened and I feel her hands grab mine. “I’m scared of losing who I am. Who I have always been. I don’t know how to be anyone else.” I bring my lips to her forehead, and whisper, “I’m scared of losing you.” The words leave my mouth before I can even register what I’m saying. Am I really scared of losing her?

Trusting people isn’t a part of my nature. No one can truly know who I am, unless they’re one of my victims about to take their last breath. Only then is the mask taken off and my true self revealed. But with Serena… My mask slips more and more. I find myself wanting to share more with her. When she’s not with me, I actually miss her. She is changing me, and I can tell I’m changing her too.

She lets go of my hands, locking her arms around my neck, and kisses me. Reassuring me, telling me without telling me, she understands. Her kiss is filled with longing and passion, and I lean into her, slipping my tongue in, and making her moan. I groan into her, grinding my hardening erection against her.

She breaks the kiss, but leaving her lips a shadow away from mine, “I’m scared too.”

With understanding in just those three words, I grab her hand and walk back to her car. The market is cleared out by the time we make it back, not a soul in sight. You can hear the voices and laughter from the shops across the street, but all the vendors and their vehicles are gone.

I help her in, leaning my hand over her head as I look down. My heart pounds in my chest as I realize what I’m about to do. She looks up at me, with hope in her eyes, and I can't help but tumble into that hope with her. I bend down to kiss her one more time, lingering a moment longer, savoring her taste.

“I have one last rule to break for you.”

She tilts her head, confusion lacing her features.

“Follow me.”

She nods. I shut her door and walk back to my car. The walk back seems to take an eternity. I’m dragging my feet across the pavement, hands in my pockets, trying to calm my breathing.

Never in my thirty-two years of living did I think I would ever fall for anyone, let alone one of my victims. The night at the haunted house when I saw a darkness hiding behind those blue eyes of hers, was when I knew she'd be mine forever. Today, I battled with myself about whether I should go or stay. When I finally decided to go, I found her right away. We're like magnets to one another, always able to find the other.

I showed up when that elderly woman was telling her love story, her hand in her husband's hands. As she took everyone back in time, all I could do was stare at Serena, and watch as her eyes started to tear up. All I could think about was, what a life would be like with her by my side. I was going to make my entrance when they left, then I noticed a man walking up.

My knuckles were turning white from how hard I gripped the tree I was hiding behind. Instead of intervening, I stayed back and watched. The tree camouflaged me well enough to not be seen, but I was close enough to hear every word they said.

Every time he touched her, I could tell she was uncomfortable and wanted him to leave. My teeth ground together so hard, my molars almost cracked. When he walked away and I saw her take a relieved breath, I took the same one with her. Then he turned around, and my body started to move on its own. Her body reacted to my presence first, her eyes searching for me.

When he asked her on a date, I was sure she was going to say no, then I saw her lips lift a little and those blue eyes of hers were forming a plan. When she said yes, I lost it. Once she was alone again, I needed her to know who she belonged to. She was mine.

I was so angry, I had to walk away, or else I don’t know what would have happened. I would never hurt her, but I was going to hurt someone. The place was packed and the only way I wouldn’t kill anyone, was going back to my car, waiting for the market to be over.

The drive back to my house is quiet. I keep the radio off, and the windows down to let the cool air hit me, hoping it will help break this trance. I wasn’t expecting to react the way I did, but when I saw her tears, something in me broke. I really am terrified, I wasn’t lying to her when I said that. I am scared and confused. I am feeling things for her I haven’t felt for anyone ever. Maybe… maybe I don’t have to kill her. Maybe she will be the one and only little lamb to make it out alive. Who knows maybe I can convince my little lamb to kill with me, she is obsessed with The Morbid Monet afterall.

We pull up to my house, and I look in the rearview mirror to see her right behind me. I get out of my car, and walk to hers, opening her door and helping her out. Taking her hand, I walk her up the steps and into my home.

The one place no one has ever been.

She is silent as she looks around, curiosity clear in her blue eyes as she tentatively steps ahead of me. My arm tugs at hers, and she glances back. I give her a tentative smile, squeezing her hand without thinking. Her cheeks lift as she lets go of my hand and wanders around looking at everything. I follow silently behind her, watching her look. Her body language is almost reverent as she sees more of my life than anyone ever has. She picks up a fox figurine and examines it. I walk behind her, reaching around to cradle her hands with mine, dropping my chin on her shoulder.

“My mother gave me that one Christmas.”

She looks over her shoulder at me. “Because your parents called you little fox?”

I nuzzle into her shoulder. “Yeah.”

“Is that why you call me little lamb?” she asks, looking back down, and turning the fox over in our hands.

“You could say that.”

She places the fox down and turns around her arms sliding around my waist. “You said you’d tell me why you call me little lamb.”

“I will one day, but today isn’t that day.”

I do want to tell her, but I already decided she wouldn’t be one of my victims. She is still my little lamb, just one I will keep. Forever. I’m not ready to show her who I truly am, I don’t know if I ever will be.

She juts out her lower lip in a sensual pout, batting her dark lashes at me and making my cock twitch.

“Serena,” I warn, my voice gravelly and full of promise.

She sucks her lip back in, biting it and making me groan. I yank her flush to my body, startling her, and making her yelp.

She wraps her arms around me, laying her head on my chest, as she looks up at me, and says, “If you don’t tell me the reason, you don’t get to fuck me.”

I chuckle and my eyes darken. “I’m the one who makes the threats, you’re the one who gets the punishments.” I lift her up, too impatient to allow her to walk, and take her to my room. Throwing her on my bed, we both pant and stare hungrily into one another's eyes.

“Clothes off. Now,” I demand, leaving no room for argument.

She does what I say and stands to take her clothes off. My eyes roam every part of her body as each piece of clothing comes off, my body humming in desperation to take her. Feel her. Fuck her.

I start removing my clothing, watching as her eyes trail every inch of my body.

“Kneel.”

She does as she’s told immediately getting on her knees beneath me.

“Crawl to me.”

She slowly makes her way over to me, ass high in the air, swaying with every move closer. Gripping my already hard cock, I start to stroke it up and down. She watches me with hunger in her eyes. Smirking, I grant her wish, and place my cock on her lips.

“Open.”

She parts her lips slowly, slipping out her tongue to trace the head of my cock. I groan at the pleasure her mouth brings me, desperate for more. She places her hand over mine and strokes up and down my long shaft, slow precise strokes, to match her sucking lips. I grip the back of her head, curling my hand in her hair, savoring the feeling she’s giving me. She’s a fucking succubus, sucking the life straight from my cock, and I am loving every second of it. She starts to quicken her pace, sucking faster, stroking deeper.

I lose control and ram my cock down her throat, making her gag. The sounds she makes has me pumping my hips faster, both hands wrapped around her head, shoving her as far as she can take me. Her eyes start to water, and she quickens her pace.

“Fuck, Serena,” I hiss. “You cry so pretty for me,” and swipe the tear that has fallen down her face.

I feel her smile around my cock, my head hung back, eyes closed, reeling in the pleasure her mouth gives me.

I feel myself about to explode, I wrap my hand into her hair, and yank her head back so she's staring at me. “Be a good girl and take all my cum,” I demand.

She squeezes my balls, my nerves tingling at the extra sensation, and has me shooting my hot cum down her pretty little throat. She takes every last drop like it's the nectar of life.

I pull her from me, “Swallow,” I command.

She swallows, her eyes never leaving mine, then takes her finger wiping the side of her mouth and sucking it clean.

“Naughty girl,” I groan, lifting her off of her knees, and kissing her hard. I lay her on the bed and crawl on top of her body, leaving searing kisses in my wake. “We’re not done yet.”

I spread open her legs with mine and hover between her. I grab my cock, pumping it a few times to harden it, and tease her entrance. Feeling her wetness coat my head, I slowly move past her lips into her waiting cunt, making her moan in satisfaction.

“Aster!” she screams as I start to circle her clit, still pumping in and out of her as I suck up every bit of her pleasure. Quickening my pace, I watch her eyes roll to the back of her head. I start to feel her walls clench around me, my own thrusts stuttering.

“I’m about to come,” she says in a breathless moan.

With one last pump, we explode together but I still keep my fingers rubbing her clit until she's a shaking mess beneath me. Grabbing my hand, she begs me to stop, but I can't. I love seeing her fall apart because of me, and my body is the next best thing to my blade.

“Please, Aster, it’s too much.”

Ignoring her pleas, I bring her to one more orgasm, making her whole body spasm. My cock still inside her, I start to grind my hips, as her walls start to contract around me once more, my dick springs back to life and I fuck her one more time, dragging one more orgasm from her. Third times the charm, they always say.

By the third orgasm, I slowly pull myself out of her, both hissing from the loss of one another. I get up and go get a washcloth from the bathroom to clean her up.

Surprising myself, I lay back in bed, and pull her into my chest, as I look down at her. I stare at her for what seems like forever, simply admiring her beauty. I can’t believe she’s in my house. In my bed. She is the picture of pure seduction, laying naked with her hair falling over her breast, truly looking like the siren she is. The spell she has me under is one I don’t ever intend to break.

She glances at me, and smiles sweetly. Leaning forward, she plants a soft kiss on my lips. I deepen the kiss, and she parts her lips, making it easier for me to slip my tongue in, and I growl in approval.

She pulls back breathless, and I say, “Careful, get me too excited and I might be up for round four.”

“There is no way I could go again.” she pants as she starts to get up.

“Never say never, Serena.” I say with a chuckle.

She gets off the bed, and I grab her arm before I realize what I’m doing. She looks back at me, answering the question before I could even ask it. “I’m just going to shower.”

With raised brows, I ask, “Without me?”

“Yes, without you. You’re insatiable, and if we shower together, I’m worried you’ll destroy my already sore pussy.”

She’s not wrong . I reluctantly release her arm and watch her head to my bathroom. I hear the shower turn on and slip out of the bed, making my way to the bathroom.

The door creaks, and I hear Serena warn, “Aster, I’m serious.”

“I’m just getting you some towels.”

With accusatory eyes she pulls back the curtain looking at me, then at the toilet where I laid the towels. “Thank you,” she says in an unsure voice, as if she doesn’t quite believe me. “You can leave now.”

I throw my hands up in surrender. “I’m going, but you can bet your pretty ass I will have you again before the night is over.” With that promise, I leave the bathroom, and go lay back in bed naked, waiting for my little lamb to emerge.

All my rules are broken now. She has made this dead heart start beating again, and all the fears I have with what’s to come, are nothing compared to the excitement I feel just being with her. Everything has changed now, she is mine and I will never let her go. If she ever finds out the truth, or I go insane and tell her who I really am, I won’t let her escape. Ever.

I hear the water shut off, and Serena emerges from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her hair wrapped as well. She starts to put her discarded clothes on, leaning down to kiss me once more.

“Where are you going?” I ask with pinched brows.

“I have to get back home, Jessica texted me while I was driving. She’s going to come over and spend the night. She’s probably already there.”

I grab her hand, pulling her towards me, “You don’t want to cuddle?” Who am I asking her to cuddle? I should just let her leave. But I can't. I don't want her to go. Not yet.

She smiles sweetly at me, and with a defeated sigh, she crawls back into bed, into my arms. “Okay, but only for like ten minutes, then I really need to go.”

Inhaling her scent, now mixed with mine, I pull her closer into me. We stay like that for thirty minutes, then she gets up, kisses me goodbye, and drives away. I let her leave. She’s no longer one of my victims, but she is mine . Not Jessica’s. She is getting in my way. Now that I finally know what I want, who I want, no one will get in my way. There’s only one thing to do. Get rid of everyone who prevents me from having Serena completely.