18. Zack #2
“It’s okay. You can probably guess what happened next.
The branded girls got to stay behind while the others retired to the dorms blissfully unaware.
The Fathers didn’t leave a single hole empty for any evil to make its way in.
The wine made it easier to endure. It stopped me from shutting down completely. ”
I get my knife out, and she startles as I press it to her ankle, but she doesn’t pull away.
“I want to revoke their claim on you. Will you let me?”
“Yes.”
I cut across the branding. She winces, gritting her teeth, but she lets me carry on without saying another word .
One cut and the burn is already becoming beautifully disfigured.
“It takes pain to find your freedom, Chloe. Can you handle some more for me?”
She nods and places her hand over mine on the knife handle. We make the next two cuts together. But it’s not enough. I want to see every inch of her skin cut up and bloody for me. I want my name sliced across her heart so every pump of life through it is mine.
“Thank you,” she says so sincerely it makes my own heart feel like it’s been cut into a million jagged pieces.
She rubs her fingers through the blood coating the brand-new Z on her ankle, the cross no longer visible.
It’s only small, but with this she can carry the memory of me with her forever.
“I want you to look at this whenever you need reminding of the woman you truly are, the one who was kind enough to try and save this forsaken man’s soul.”
My hand shakes as I resist cutting her again. Then the knife clatters loudly onto the roof of the car as she wipes her fingertips on my forehead. I don’t need her to tell me what she’s drawn as I feel the gentle curve of her blood-coated finger. C. She’s claiming me as hers?
“You’re right,” she sighs, getting to her feet and leaving me stunned on my ass. “I don’t know what’s out there. I thought whoever I was praying to would eventually help me, but it’s only ever been me doing that. Until you.”
She removes her rosary and dangles it in front of her face. Determination settles on her features, and she draws her arm back, tossing the beads as far into the stalks of corn as she can. Discarding the last of the false faith that’s kept her hostage .
She sits back down, and I tell her, “I want to kill them for you.”
The convent is completely out of the way, but I’ll do it for her.
“Zack,” she sighs wearily. “Thank you, but I’m not ready to go back there. Not tonight at least. Let’s just forget about everything for a while. Please .”
“Now that I know exactly how to do.” I cup the back of her head and kiss her as I lay her down, her legs parting eagerly for me.
Slowly, I undo each button on her shirt, and once she’s laid bare, she reaches for me to take my jacket off. “Zack, I need to feel all of you.”
I roll my shoulders back, letting it fall to the floor before kicking off my shoes and pants.
“You’ll get all of me, darlin’, but first I need to show you what true worship looks like.”
She gasps as I grab her thighs and dip my tongue into her entrance. Her pussy is drenched in desire, and it runs down my chin like I’m devouring the most succulent forbidden fruit.
Her nails scraping against my scalp sends tingles straight down to my balls. I’ve never felt a high this pleasurable before, and I can’t resist stroking myself as I eat her out.
She squirms as I flatten my tongue, dragging it all the way up to her clit. I lap at her, circling, sucking, reacting to every little sound she makes so she’s making more. Eventually, her moans grow so loud they drown out the music.
I know she’s close to the edge when her body, slick with sweat, starts writhing uncontrollably.
Her fingers curl deeper into my hair and hold me tight to her pussy.
But I don’t let her come yet. I’m selfish and greedy.
An addict. And she’s my new drug. I want to revel in her pleasure, steal it as my own.
Pulling away, I trail kisses all the way down to her ankle. She gets one warning look, one chance to say no to any of my fucked-up love. Her eyes light up.
I slam my mouth down over the freshly carved Z and suck her blood into my mouth, swallowing whatever her body desires to give me.
For a few blissful moments, I let myself live in the fantasy that her blood is what will give me my life back.
If only.
She arches her back. Moans tumble from her lips.
“You’re so good for me, darlin’. Giving me all of you.” I chuckle when she only responds with a whimper. “Is my dirty little sinner so desperate to come that she can’t even speak?”
“This is torture,” she manages to pant out. “Please, tell me I can come already.”
I press my tongue to her clit once more before dragging it up her body, all the way along her stomach, up between her breasts until I’m at her throat, leaving behind a trail of blood to lead me back to her pussy.
I can taste her sweat, her pleasure. She’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever had.
“Zack, I need to come.”
Her moans for more make my cock throb. I bless her with what she needs as I rub the head of my cock up and down her wet pussy, teasing her a few times, and letting the heat of her seep into me.
“Keep begging.”
“Zack, baby . Please, let me come. Give me what I need, please. ”
Baby . That one word almost has me coming prematurely all over her delectable pussy.
Before my eager cock gets a chance to show me up, I push inside her and steal her orgasm for myself. Every part of her clings to me, and I never want her to let go.
“Such a needy, little cunt,” I grunt out.
Rolling my hips, I fuck her slowly through the waves of ecstasy she’s riding on.
The world stops turning to give us more time together. The stars have disappeared to give us the intimacy we need. There’s only darkness surrounding us now, and it’s exactly where I want to be. Here in the middle of nothingness with her.
My orgasm is coming up fast, and with it the stars return. Sparks of white explode behind my eyes.
It’s like I’m fucking my soul into her. Giving it the perfect vessel to reside in for when I leave this world.
“I want you to be mine,” I grunt.
“I am.”
She doesn’t understand, and she never will unless I tell her the truth. But if I do, then she’ll try and stop me. I know she will, because of that healing glow that she can’t help but emit.
I’m already too far gone.
“I want you forever, little sinner. Will you let me keep you?”
She drags her fingers up my back, scratching deep enough for her mark to remain on me permanently. “Don’t ask me to be yours. Tell me I am. I want you to claim me as your own. I don’t ever want to be touched by anyone else. Only you, Zack, I want it to always only be you.”
Arching her neck, she begs for me to choke her. With a smug smile, I wrap my fingers around her throat. They fit perfectly.
Bringing my face in close, I sneer, “You think another man would ever go near you after me? Little sinner, you’re ruined.
No cock will make your pussy weep like mine does.
No touch will ever feel as good as mine.
You’re my broken little thing. Mine .” I punctuate the last word by slamming into her, hard .
She retaliates by teasing my nipple piercings, pulling soft moans from me as they tingle with pleasure.
I miss her touch when she stops, but she replaces it with her tongue, sucking my nipples into her mouth one at a time, and tugging the metal with her teeth.
I’m seconds to bursting, and she knows that.
Sinking her teeth into me, she comes again, hot liquid gushing out of her, soaking us both.
“Worship me. Cover my cock in your holy offerings.”
She contracts around me, milking me, forcing me to fill her with my come as she continues to drench me.
“Perfect. You’re so perfect.”
She smiles deliriously back at me. I’ve fucked the life out of her. But I’ve replaced it with mine in the process.
I don’t realize how long I stay buried in the wet heat of her pussy until she shifts and cuddles closer into me. Her warm breath fans against my chest as she murmurs sleepily, “That was the first time I’ve ever had sex and wanted it.”
Fuck.
That was basically her first time.
I really am a monster.
“I’m sorry. For everything they put you through, and for what I did to you. I don’t expect forgiveness, but I need you to know that you deserve more than an asshole like me. ”
She stays silent, and when I look down, I see her fast asleep on me.
I’m reluctant to get up. There’s a sadness still deep inside me, but knowing that I’ve got to experience the light of my little sinner, I’m more at peace now.
I leave her to sleep for a while, then gently wake her, and help her down from the roof of the car so we can get dressed.
Through a yawn, she asks, “Is it time to go already?” She sounds disappointed.
“Afraid so, darlin’.”
She’s not the only one wishing this night would never end.