Chapter 21 - Shane
Hyacinth holds my hand most of the way home, resting her fingers on my arm when I have to use two hands to drive. She seems scared of what might happen if she lets go of me. To tell the truth, I am as well.
My relief at finding something that makes me feel better is completely eclipsed by the realization that I need her to be well. I’m helpless. Literally at her mercy.
Resentment rises in me at the idea that the fate of my entire world rests outside my hands. When I feel Hyacinth’s soft touch on my arm, I look over at her. She smiles, the warmth of her expression melting away my doubts.
Hopefully, we can talk now. Properly talk.
When we get home, Hyacinth keeps holding my hand, and her violet eyes are full of concern for me. She insists I wait on the couch while she goes to make some tea and bring back a plate of cookies.
“I appreciate this, but I don’t need—”
“Everyone needs cookies and tea,” she says, cutting me off. “This is my special brew with honey and lemon, and these cookies are loaded with superfoods. They could cure Superman from kryptonite poisoning.”
“Okay, if you insist,” I answer, taking a sip of tea. “But don’t deflect me, please. We really need to talk now.”
“Yes,” she says as she sits down next to me. “I agree. Obviously, us being together had an effect on the curse, and it might mean I’m the right one.”
She looks so lost, I reach out to her, not knowing if she’ll accept my comfort or not. To my relief, Hyacinth opens her arms and slithers across the couch, snuggling up under my arm.
“I like your heartbeat,” she whispers.
“I must admit, I feel pretty comfortable with you in this position, too.”
She chuckles, wrapping her arm around my waist. “Good to know. Is it just a return of your energy you feel when you’re with me, or something else?”
“What do you mean by something else?”
Hyacinth sits up, turning to face me. She runs her fingers down my cheek, a little smile flickering across her face as her eyes find mine again.
“I feel something,” she says. “But I’ve been in this situation before. I thought I was safe, but I wasn’t safe.”
“Have I made you feel unsafe?” I ask, dismayed. “I truly didn’t mean to.”
“No,” she shakes her head. “You’ve been fine. It’s me I don’t trust.”
“Hyacinth,” I whisper her name, and she turns her violet eyes to me, the incredibly dark depths of her pupils drawing me in as they always do, as if they contain enough gravity to swallow the sun.
“I would never hurt you,” I say, stroking her cheek.
“Yeah… well.” She looks into her lap, shaking her head. “What if, sometimes, I like to be hurt?”
The words float around in my head a little, and at first, the meaning isn’t clear. When it finally hits me, all the things we did last time we had sex come back to me in a rush.
I didn’t think… I was just following my instincts.
“I want to prove to you that I would never hurt you—even if you think you want me to.”
“Oh?” she says, looking up at me with a wry smile. “Sounds like a line I might have heard before.”
“Please,” the word comes out on my breath, barely any voice behind it. My need to touch her is overpowering everything else, and the intensity is only getting worse as I sense Hyacinth getting aroused as well.
Her smile widens, and she leans in, brushing her lips against mine. I cup her cheek gently, letting her take control. As heat rises between us, Hyacinth reaches out and grabs my shoulders, rocking her head back to let me explore her mouth with my tongue.
When I run my hands down her breasts, she moans and leans into me, begging for my touch.
Even though a wave of lust threatens to overwhelm me, I hold it back, staying in control as Hyacinth climbs into my lap.
She grabs the front of my shirt and yanks it open, a couple of the buttons flying off and skittering across the room.
With a low growl, she sinks forward, nibbling under my ear, then licking down my throat to tease my chest with her teeth.
I lean back against the couch, feeling her hands sinking lower until she yanks on my belt.
“No,” I whisper, taking her hands. “This is about you, not me.”
She climbs into my lap again, winding her hands around my neck as she grinds downwards. I can feel her throbbing heat against my cock, the only thing separating us being the thin fabric of her panties and my jocks.
“I don’t know,” she says. “I’m having a pretty good time.”
“I can’t argue with that,” I reply with a chuckle.
Hyacinth leans forward and pulls my face towards her, kissing me hard on the lips.
Her tongue flicks into my mouth as she grinds up and down, gripping my neck the whole time.
When she pulls back, I’m so turned on that I literally can’t see straight.
I feel like my cock is going to tear right out of my pants.
Before she can move, I lift her gently and lay her down on the couch beside me. Hyacinth looks up at me, her eyes wide and trusting, the purple hue reflecting through her gaze as if she can see straight through me.
Maybe she can.
I run my hands over her body, gently lifting her skirt up her thighs. She wriggles towards me eagerly, and I smile as I reach up to pull off her panties.
“Can’t wait, huh?” I joke.
“No one’s… no one’s done that for me for a really long time,” she replies.
A moment of outrage dilutes my lust as I stare at her in disbelief. “You fucking what?”
She tilts her head shyly. “I just… my ex didn’t like it.”
“Holy fucking hell,” I mutter, shaking my head. “That is unnatural, and I will not have this injustice in my house.”
Hyacinth tries to laugh at my joke, but I push her skirt up, grabbing her ass and tugging her towards me. Kneeling on the floor while she lays on the couch gives me the perfect angle, and I sink my mouth into her pussy with a small groan of delight.
She thrashes under me, making muffled cries as I slowly run my tongue through the slick folds, exploring every edge and crease. I tease across her clit, kissing it softly, giving long, slow laps of my tongue, then dive deep again, shoving my face into her pussy and thrusting my tongue inside.
Hyacinth cries out and bucks her hips up and down, grabbing my hair. I tighten my grip on her ass, lifting her a little as I press my mouth deeper into her pussy, lapping with my tongue and trying to taste every inch with my lips.
She writhes in my arms, tightening her grip on my hair as her thighs wrap around my head. Another groan of pleasure rises in my throat, and I lick and suck even deeper, desperate to drink up every drop of juice from her sweet pussy.
When Hyacinth yanks hard on my hair and tightens her thighs around my head, I see stars swirling at the edge of my vision, but I don’t even care. I can feel her pussy throbbing in my mouth, rivers of her pleasure running across my tongue and painting my face.
If I die, I die. I’m going out like a king.
Hyacinth’s grip on my hair tightens even further, and she thrusts her hips towards me. My tongue slides up and down as she forces my head back and forth, and when I feel her slippery clit under my tongue, I lunge forward, pinning her down as I wrap my lips around it and suck.
A full-on scream pours from her throat, and she thrashes under me so hard, I have trouble holding her still. I feel her clit throbbing in my mouth and lick my way down to lap up more of her sweet juice as the orgasm thunders through her, leaving her shaking as it begins to subside.
When the touch of my tongue makes her flinch, I pull my head back and look up, seeing Hyacinth stretched out, eyes closed, and a wide smile on her face. I sit up on the couch, resting her legs across mine as I watch her slowly come back to herself.
“How are you feeling?” I ask as she blinks open her wide, violet eyes.
“Me? You’re the one who’s cursed.”
“But you’re the one who appears weakened beyond measure.”
“I am a little tipsy,” she agrees, laughing. “I haven’t felt like this in… well, ever.”
“Seriously?” I ask, shaking my head in disbelief. “No one has ever made you feel like that?”
“I had some high school encounters,” she says. “Nothing too intense.”
“But… your ex? He never… pleasured you?”
Hyacinth looks up at me, and I can see the barriers coming down again. The soft glow of her eyes is shifting from the softness of clouds to a sharp edge of crystal. I can’t stand to see her turn away from me again.
“No,” I beg her, taking her hand. “Tell me. Please, tell me.”
Hyacinth looks into my eyes, hesitating. Something flickers deep within the violet pools, and I hope it’s the bars of her prison crashing down.
“Dan,” she says softly. “His name was Dan.” She pauses, looking down into her lap.
“Great story,” I say. “I hate him already.”
She smiles, tilting her head at me. “Good. Then I don’t have to tell you the rest.”
“It truly is up to you,” I say, meaning it.
Nodding a little, she takes a deep breath to steady herself.
“I was working late nights in a diner, and he started coming in and asking me to serve him. At the time, I thought it was sweet. But now, I know he was stalking me.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, he must have had me under surveillance for a long time. He knew a lot about me, and he always knew what I’d been doing.”
“This is bad enough already.”
“Yeah,” she chuckles. “But it got worse. I ended up losing my job because of him. Then I couldn’t pay my rent, so of course I was forced to move in with him.”
“Of course you were,” I answer, feeling like a complete asshole as the story aligns with my own actions. “Did you have anyone you could ask for help?”
Hyacinth shakes her head. “The few friends I had at the diner were having trouble making ends meet. I couldn’t ask them. My mother died when I was a teenager—I spent years running from foster homes, and the diner was my first real attempt at independence.”
“It was the same for the other girls,” I reply. “Sadie and Trina lost their mothers at a young age, as well. It’s part of the curse, I think.”