32. Serena
THIRTY-TWO
SERENA
T hat was exhilarating.
The rush I felt taking Bradley’s life, the rush I’m feeling now running from my fox while waiting for him to catch me, is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I can only imagine the naughty things he’s going to do once he does.
I feel a chill hit my naked breasts as I’m running as fast as I can, hearing Aster not far behind.
“You can run from me, little vixen, but no matter where you hide, I will find you and when I do, you’ll be the one screaming.”
I pick up my pace, my heart pounding in anticipation. This is Aster's property; he knows this place better than I ever will. He grew up here. It isn’t about if he’ll find me, it's a matter of when . Last time we played this little game, I hid behind a tree, and he still snuck up on me. I need to find a place where I can be hidden, even if he looks there.
I stop to catch my breath, peering into the night sky, the clouds starting to roll in. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness now, but all I see are trees and bushes, places he could get me too easily. Slowly I walk around, looking everywhere around me. Then, up ahead, I see a grand oak tree, one I didn't notice before. One with branches thick and low enough I could climb. Perfect.
I sprint to the tree, stopping to look up at the massive trunk.
“I can hear your breaths quickening, my little vixen” Aster taunts.
My heart jumps to my throat. I don’t have much time. I place one foot on the branch and wrap my hands around a taller one, pulling myself up. I struggle for a second, trying to lift myself, but eventually I haul my ass up. My adrenaline high, I don’t even feel when the branches scrape across my skin.
Deciding it isn’t high enough, knowing Aster would still be able to see me, I climb higher and higher, until I’m covered by the night and hidden by the branches. With winter approaching, most of the leaves have changed color and fallen, leaving me more exposed than I would like.
I see him before I hear him. He really is quite stealthy. “Come out, come out, wherever you are, little vixen. Your fox just wants to play.”
I hold my breath, covering my mouth for fear he might hear me, my eyes tracking his every movement.
He stops, looking everywhere but up. “Don’t you want to play with your fox?” he teases.
I smile beneath my hands. I do, but this game of hide and seek is too fun to end already.
“I can feel your eyes on me; where are you hiding?” He starts walking around the tree, then to the one next to it, checking behind the towering trunks. “You know I’m going to find you; the longer you hide, the longer you’ll be punished.”
His promise has me wanting to clench my thighs, but one movement could make my location known. So I ignore it, sucking my lips in to distract from the agony of not relieving some of the ache and desperation. I watch as Aster starts to walk away, proud of myself for staying hidden this long. He thought his threat would make me give myself away, but it didn’t. I’m stronger than he gives me credit for.
When I can no longer see him, positive he walked somewhere else looking for me, I reach down and rub the sensitive bud that has been screaming at me since the moment we ended Bradley’s life.
Something about doing it together made me so horny I could hardly see straight. When I saw his eyes darken, I knew we both wanted the same thing. To fuck, covered in the blood of our first victim.
I know it isn’t the first victim for either of us, but it is the first we shared together. The first of many. He didn’t help me torture him, he left all that for me. Which was awfully gentlemanly of him. I wanted to jump his bones right then and there, but I had a life to end first. The sex, no matter how agonizing it was, had to wait. I wanted to share ending his life. I wanted the intimacy of taking his soul with the same knife he ended all his lambs with. It was a special moment, life changing, and after feeling that… I never want to go back to who I once was. Maybe I can be his partner in crime . We’d have to change who we kill. No more lambs. No more innocent blood; only those who deserve it or those, like Bradley, that get in our way.
I think about the look in Aster's eyes when he watched me play with Bradley, and I start rubbing my clit faster. I let out a moan, without a care in the world. Completely forgetting about our little game. All I can think about is the sensation between my legs. How good it feels to finally release that ache. I stick a finger inside, coating it with my juices, and start to tease that spot just inside. I start rubbing in a circle, eyes closed, breaths coming faster and faster. I’m so close.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
I gasp, freezing entirely and looking down at a hungry fox staring up at me. He starts to climb the tree which makes me panic. I quickly climb to the other side and down.
“You think touching what’s mine, then running, is going to be beneficial?” I jump down, hearing a thud and knowing Aster has followed. “Your punishment is going to be far worse, little vixen, since you sampled dessert before I could even get a taste.”
I steal a glance back, seeing he’s right on my trail. Testing my luck, and seeing how far I can push Aster, I stick the finger I was fucking myself with in my mouth and lick my lips. “Delicious.”
Darkness enters his eyes, making my heart beat so fast spots dance in my vision. I turn back and pick up speed, only to be tackled to the grass seconds later. He flips me to my back, taking that same finger and puts it in his mouth, sucking hard, moaning at the taste and making me wiggle underneath him. He takes my free hand and pins it above my head.
His erection is pressed to my stomach, as his tongue swirls around my finger. My finger pops out of his mouth, his eyes gleaming in the shrouded light. “Are you ready for your punishment?” he growls, coming down to inhale me.
I try to wriggle out from underneath him, but he presses himself further onto me, trapping me in place. “You thought hiding in a tree meant I wouldn’t find you.” He grabs my hair, looking at the blood mixed with the silky strands. “At first I didn’t think you’d go up, that would be a bold choice for my little vixen, but when I heard your softs pants and moans echoing through the woods-” he grips my hair, making me wince. “-I followed that heavenly sound. When I saw your silhouette in the night sky, reaching down and playing with what’s mine -.” he places the hand that was in my hair around my throat, tightening with every word, a wicked smirk splitting his face. “-I felt possessive.”
That was not what I was expecting to come out of his mouth; based on the tone of his voice I thought he would say pissed or betrayed. I am glad to hear that was his feeling, because I feel the same for him. I smile back, a daring look in my eyes.
“Oh yeah?” I taunt. “Show me then.”
He smirks, his hand squeezing the life from me.. I thought the action would cause some pain, but all I feel is pleasure from his grip. Controlled. Cherished.
He leans down to whisper in my ear, “You’ll regret asking me that.”
He takes his hand away from my throat and I take a breath I didn’t realize I needed. He sinks down to my waiting pussy, his lips inches away. Breathing. Teasing. I take a deep breath, his tongue slipping between my lips. Stroking and tasting my clit, stars bursting across the night sky.
His tongue always finds the right spot, the right rhythm. He looks so beautiful feasting on me, his sandy blond hair covered in streaks of blood. I push one hand into his hair, pulling him further in.
“You taste like sin, little vixen.”
He slips a finger inside. “Oh, fuck! Yes, just like that.” His thrusts start to pick up, and his tongue flicks faster. My legs shake, my orgasm crests. My stomach tightens, my fingers going numb. “Yes! Yes, Aster. Fuck!” I cry out, and just as I’m about to enter bliss, he pulls away.
Just like that my orgasm is ripped away from me. Bastard . A devious smile lifts his glistening lips. “I promised you punishment for touching what’s mine.” His green eyes darken, the blue completely wiped away. “I’m going to bring you to the brink of bliss over and over, and right before you explode, every time, I’m going to stop.”
His threat makes me want to be spiteful and touch myself again, I reach down, his eyes tracking the movement, my hand freezing, a cocky grin on his face. I desperately want to give myself what he refuses to give me. I know if I do that, he will just prolong my punishment. He’s as petty as me. So I lay there, pretending to be the good girl I’m not, and take it.
He pinches my nipples, and my back arches off the ground, the pain combined with the restrained pleasure sends goosebumps up and down my arms.
He moves back up my body and lines his cock to my entrance. Placing the tip slowly in, he hisses, “Fuck.” He eases himself in, forcing my legs wider. He holds his dick and slowly pulls back out.
Coated in my juices, he places his cock over my clit and starts rubbing up and down. Bringing me right back to the high I was feeling moments ago when I was about to come.
I feel the pressure build back up, and my eyes start to close. “Eyes on me,” he demands, and they snap open as he rubs faster. He presses his hand on my stomach, making the pressure climb more. I feel myself about to explode, and his hand and cock disappear once more.
Right when I think it’s over, he slams into me making me scream, “Your screams are a sound I never want to stop hearing; your moans a melody I will never grow tired of.”
He thrusts in and out, each one harder than the last. The sound of his balls slapping against me are echoing through the night, his pants and moans mixing with mine, disturbing the otherwise silent night.
He circles my clit, pumping faster and faster. I don’t let myself hope, afraid my pleasure will be taken from me again. I fight against oblivion, my eyes pinching closed. “Don’t hold back; I promise your punishment is over,” he says, his thrusts never slowing.
I do as he commands and lightning flashes in the sky as thunder booms overhead. We both explode, and the euphoria I’ve been denied crashes through me. I feel his balls constricting and emptying inside me. My walls clench around him as rain starts to fall.
The crusted blood on us starts to drip down our head, the rain getting harder and harder. Aster stands up, offering me his hand. We stand hand in hand in the rain, staring at our naked bodies.
He looks like a scene right out of the movie Carrie , when pigs’ blood is thrown on her. If he looks like that, I can only imagine what I look like. Probably the same, but more sinister like The Grudge . He brushes my hair out of my face, smashing his lips against mine.
Our tongues dance, and, for a moment, we are just two lovers, covered in blood, kissing in the pouring rain.
“I love you,” he breathes against me.
My heart starts beating faster, my eyes start to water. This is the second time he’s professed his feelings to me. I feel exactly the same, I wanted to say it back the first time, but with everything happening I couldn’t. I look into his eyes and whisper back, “I love you too.”
He smashes his lips against mine once more. “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you at the bar sipping on your drink, and I love you even more after finishing our first kill together. You bring a different type of darkness into my life I didn’t know I was missing. You made this dead heart beat a thousand times over, and it’ll only ever beat for you.”
Tears fall down my face. The rain mixes with my tears as Aster swipes away the bloody water. He holds his hand on my cheek and kisses me sweetly. Tenderly. A kiss filled with so much love, trust, and acceptance it makes my toes curl.
The rain starts to pelt harder, breaking our kiss.
I shout over the storm, “We should probably go back.”
He grabs my hand and runs us back to the house, our feet splashing mud everywhere. Lightning strikes ahead, making me pick up my pace to keep up with him.
By the time we get back to his house, all the blood has washed away, but we’re covered in mud and dead leaves.
“We need to shower,” I giggle.
He braces his arm above the door, looking down at me, and pressing me against the worn wood. “I could go another round.”
I push him away, laughing. “After all that teasing, I don’t think I could take another round.”
“Oh, you can take it.”
I twist the knob, opening the door and dipping under his arm. I try to dash away, but he snatches my arm and freezes, his fingers gripping me with bruising force. I turn to see what he’s looking at, spotting the painting of the fox I sold at the flea market sitting in his entryway. My heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest.
He pushes me behind him, his body tense as all the fun and laughter drips to the floor. “Stay here.”
Fuck that; I’m not staying here. Who left this here, how did they get in? Who did I sell this to? The shock of seeing it has blurred my memory of the girl who bought it.
I tiptoe behind Aster as we enter the kitchen. Sitting on the island, picking her nails with a knife, is the beautiful blonde I sold the painting to. Not a drop of jealousy flows through me when seeing her here. I’m more concerned with how she got in unnoticed, Aster has everything set up to notify him when anyone comes onto his property. There wasn’t a car parked out front, so she must have walked. I take in her appearance, she’s dressed in jeans and a black tank top, her nails matching her shirt with a red glint to them.
“Who the fuck are you, and how did you get into my house?” Aster seethes, teeth clenched.
“You’re the girl from the flea market,” I whisper, making Aster look between us, anger coursing through his eyes.
“You have five seconds to leave before I kill you,” Aster threatens.
She stops picking her nails and looks up, raising a delicate brow in a severe arch. “Awe, is that anyway to speak to your baby sister?”
I stumble back, almost falling to the floor. I thought Aster was an only child? I look up at him, finding the same look on his face that’s on mine. Well, Fuck.