Chapter 27 Once You Die #4
Since I could remember, I’d been pretending to be the worst man on Earth while trying to save everyone in it.
Trying to gain all the information possible to dismantle a ring of the most decrepit assholes, trying to train all these girls into finding a way to keep their sanity while being trafficked while pleasing these monsters.
But why couldn’t I have just one night? One night to have what I needed, what I craved.
Just one night to finally satisfy myself.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Little One, I just want to taste you.
” I caressed from her ankles up her legs.
Goosebumps rose under my gentle touch, marking a trail. “Don’t be scared.”
I pulled at the seams of her silky shorts and slide her panties off.
Her pussy lay right before me. Gently, I slid my forefinger from the tip of her clit down into her hole and pushed in.
She gasped. My finger glistened under the moonlight.
“You need this. You need me.” I dipped my thumb into her and lowered my mouth to her clit.
With my body flat on the mattress, I placed her legs over my shoulders and slowly swirled my tongue over and around her clit.
The gasp was loud. I checked on her, but the expression on her face was euphoria, not fear.
Moans and whimpers gushed out of her. “You needed this. Didn’t you? ”
“Yes.”
“You want me to keep doing it?”
“Yes...”
I smiled and started sucking on the bud and driving my finger in and out of her again. At first with just my forefinger, then two, then three, then four. As I widened her, her cries became louder. She was so wet, her juices were slushing. Her body quivered around my fingers and squeezed them.
“Oh... god...” she cried loudly, drawing my gaze to her face, angling her neck back. Her forehead wrinkled along with her eyebrows, which drew close in the middle then relaxed when I sped the fingering, drawing whimper after whimper with each penetration.
“This is what you needed. Say it.”
“Yes!”
I fingered her harder and bit the base of her clit while stroking it faster with my tongue.
“Oh my god... Mmm.” She writhed, unable to avoid all the stimulation.
Her upper body lifted. “Oh... Oh... Oh god...” I loved how loud her pleasure was.
Her pussy tightened and quivered on my fingers.
She was so close, and that’s exactly why I stopped and watched her deflate, with disappointment painting her face.
She was so wet, dampening the mattress beneath her.
“Tell me how it feels. Tell me you want more.” Though her breath was fast and heavy, she didn’t respond.
I pushed her legs up to open for me as much as possible, then aggressively sucked and stroked at her clit again while fucking her pussy with all four of my fingers.
My entire palm was wet with her juices. The room filled with her gasps, whimpers, and moans.
She couldn’t stop letting me know how much she was appreciating me pleasuring her.
Her body squeezed my fingers so hard it made it difficult to pull them out, and she screamed, “Yes. Please! Please!”
I did as she begged and continued, harder faster.
Her body convulsed as her pussy squeezed and released again and again.
She screamed hard and could no longer take the thrusting of my hand into her pussy.
“Don’t be scared. Please.” The gentle kiss I lay on her clit sent a violent shiver up her body.
She let out a sob, so I slid up to embrace her.
“Don’t cry,” I whispered while holding her in my arms. “Shh.”
I waited ’til she calmed, ’til she was asleep again before saying, “Promise me you’ll change your name and go blonde for a while after you graduate. Your hair, i-it’s too memorable.” I kissed her soft lips, drawing a brief moan from her.
“I came because I wanted to see you being happy and doing well. I wanted to see you living a good life after everything I did to you. I’m truly very sorry.
” I sighed and swallowed hard. “Then I couldn’t help myself.
I had to hear your voice. I had to have you in my arms. I had to taste your lips…
I-I didn’t plan it. I would have brought you flowers, but…
You’re fucking addicting.” I kissed down the middle until I arrived at her belly, then made my way back to her nipple and sucked on it until she was a puddle in the palm of my hand.
With how fast and often she was moaning and whimpering, it sounded as if she was going to die from the pleasure.
I kissed her neck, her cheeks, and finally lost myself in kissing her lips. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her.
I studied her, then sighed and looked away from her beautiful face for a while.
“I didn’t want to be a monster, but my only goal is to stop. It’s like I’m stuck in hell, and while I’m there, I have to act like them, you know? But I’m trying, Magdalena, I promise I’m trying to get out and be a better person.”
“M-m-monster,” she breathed, and winced as if she were having a nightmare.
“Little One, I-I’ve never felt this way. I’ve never dreamed of marrying or having children with anyone, but somehow… you keep doing this to me, pulling me into this impossible dream.”
For a long time, I lay there taking in her skin, her hair, her eyelashes, her chest rising and falling slowly. I was trying to memorize every detail. I looked at the curve of her waist and hips and saw the old scars.
I slid my thumb across her soft lips, from left to right repeatedly, staring at them. “Has anyone told you lately how you make the moon wish it could shine brighter?”
“Killian... I missed you. Where have you been?”
“Oh, Little One...” I sighed. Her calling his name only hammered a nail into my heart. It didn’t matter how much I wanted her. She hated me and was obviously in love with someone else. “Maybe we’ll meet again in another life.”
I kissed her forehead, and she let out a muffled gasp that melted into a moan.
“Shhh. Remember, I’m not going to hurt you.
” I moved my hand from her lips to her temple, where I circled my thumb until I stuck my tongue in her mouth to massage hers, then I raked my fingers into her hair and listened to the music that was her rushed breath and muffled, almost silent moans.
They got louder as the kiss deepened. Sometimes, I would kiss her cheek, her neck, and her temples just to avoid drowning in her.
Then I kissed down her midsection to suck on her tit.
When I lapped at her nipple, blew cold air on it and sucked at it, her moans got more frequent and louder.
“You like that?” I whispered with a smile on my face.
“Don’t hurt me,” she beseeched.
“I won’t.” I didn’t mind reassuring her after what I’d done to her.
I owed her so much more, so I kissed her from her neck over the middle of her body to her lower belly and pulled down her shorts and panties.
With her naked, I wrapped her legs over my shoulder and licked from her pussy up to her clit where I flicked from side to side.
I couldn’t believe I was finally tasting her, alone.
Just for that night, she’d been mine, all mine.
Gently, I slipped two fingers in and out of her as I stroked at her clit.
With every penetration and lapping she got wetter and louder.
I watched her, lose control of her breathing, her whimpers and moans become loud groans.
My poor cock ached so badly, it was painful but I’d made a promise to her that I would not hurt her.
For once, I would control myself, not take advantage.
This was about me having a taste of her and pleasuring her. That’s it.
I felt her getting wetter, tighter and tighter until her pussy started choking my fingers, trembling on them. And then she melted with my fingers deep inside her.
“That was so beautiful, Little One.” I said with my lips and chin drenched on her juices and my fingers still feeling the quaking of her insides as she came.
Afterward, I cleaned the knife and placed it back under her pillow and locked the door behind me to rush back to the airport. Months later, post graduation, I sent her blue roses with an anonymous note:
Things to do after graduation:
Dye my hair blonde
Move somewhere new
God, I’ve missed her. Since I’d learned she was alive and left her, I’d let a piece of me go. But now she was being brought to me. Eventually, I gave up trying to focus on work and sat there, planning how I could save her.
Me: Any chance you can initiate Defcon two?
Defcon two was me taking her out of the box, leaving it empty, and erasing all trace of her from the records like I’d done with Macy.
Ben: No.
Me: Why?
The desperation wasn’t allowing me to think straight.
Ben: I told Macy I wouldn’t drink Whiskey anymore. It makes me too grouchy.
We always pretended that the codes were just jokes about something else.
Me: Aww sorry man. LOL.
I walked out to the backyard. The guards were gathering the slaves to take them back to their bunkers since the sun was setting. About ten minutes later, Ben showed up.
“You know I wouldn’t ask this of you if it wasn’t her, right? This is not me trying to get some girl for my amusement—”
“Oh, come on, Tristan, of course I know.” He'd raised his voice.
"Please don't call me by that nam—" I said through gritted teeth and lowered my gaze to the ground. The frustration was eating away at me.
"Oh I'm sorry. I'm so sorry man." I could see the worry, and how sorry he really was.
"Go on," I said.
“Sir, there’s something I couldn’t tell you via text.
” He paused, touching his chin, then turned to face me.
His eyes shifted from one of mine to the other, as if he were trying to gauge if I could handle the information.
His hands were in his pockets, and his teeth were biting at his lower lip.
It was obvious he was apprehensive. I waited for him to tell me.