8. Mine #2
A fear encased me for just the briefest of moments, as if touching her would damn me to an eternity in hell.
Yet, all I felt in the moment was starved of her touch.
My gloved hand pressed gently upon her bare leg, a soft test. Her body didn’t move, just as suspected, the ketamine working to keep her utterly still.
Suspended in a paralysis where her deepest desires and dreams ran rampant.
It called to me, the beast inside purred and rolled over at the thought of having her all to myself.
Lilly. Shaking my head a soft chuckle tumbled out of my throat, no this was not my Lilly, the creature beneath me was too soft, too alluring.
“Anna,” I tested the name on my lips, whispering it like a prayer to some forsaken goddess.
My eyes fixed on the phone beside her head, the soft chime tearing through my thoughts like a sharp scratch on a chalkboard. A moment later, the text appeared, pulling me even deeper into the silent ache.
Carrie: Hey Anna-banana, are you coming? Text back if you are or we can plan for Sunday. Love you!
A fierce rage, filled with burning emotion, twisted around my heart, tightening its grip and clouding my thoughts as the phone screen went dark.
Jealousy might be the polite word for it, but this was far from polite.
A raw, guttural sound escaped me—a broken promise clawing its way out from the depths of my throat—“Mine.”
No longer bound by the suffocating chains of what’s right or wrong, I was finally free to chase my true desires with reckless abandon and unshakable conviction.
My gloved hand roughly pulled her night shorts off of her.
Jaw dropping as my eyes locked onto her center— no panties.
Salivating and unashamedly staring at her temptation I licked my lips in anticipation.
There was no denying the urge that surged through me like the strike of a lightning bolt.
My fingers traced her legs in a playful manner as my body bent forward, lured closer to her like a fish on the hook.
Her thighs are soft, delicate. Unmarred by cruel hands at least not yet.
Tentatively spreading her legs wide I waited with bated breath.
Her breathing was still that steady rhythm.
Inching my way between her legs, I inhaled her soft musky scent letting the aroma dance around my senses before my tongue flicked across the pink bud of her clitoris.
Teasingly rolling it across my tastebuds soaking in the sweet tanginess of her.
Okay, maybe I was enjoying it far more than I should, but honestly it would be a waste to go this far and stop short. As if my thoughts had struck a chord deep within her, she gasped—an almost fragile, quiet sound that slipped from her lips, yet it carried the weight of her unspoken emotion.
With a newfound surge of urgency flooding through me, my heart pounded fiercely, igniting a fiery passion that engulfed every fiber of my soul.
My pussy clenched as my mouth engulfed her warm soft wetness.
I’m craving her with a desperation that’s almost primal, like I’m drinking in the final, precious drops of water from an arid desert pool—knowing it might be the last taste I’ll get, and every moment with her feels like salvation.
My tongue danced wildly, pulling the softest of moans out of her sleepy state.
Gloved fingers reaching forward softly to grasp those risen peaks of her nipples as they rose beneath her shirt.
If she could move her beautiful body right now, I have no doubt she’d be pressing her hips desperately against my face, tears streaming down her cheeks as she screamed out for mercy—sweet, pleas to a god she’s ready to forsake, instead crying out to a devil she’s longing to surrender to.
The very idea sent a shiver through me, igniting a wild, reckless smile that burned with forbidden desire.
My gloved fingers pinching and pulling at her breast kneading against her delicate flesh working her over as her body tightened around my touch.
My own desires basked in the glow of her body as it performed just how I directed. My tongue slipped around her folds teasing her entrance with a quick prodding and back towards her clitoris where I sank my teeth in gently enough to banish the pleasure if only for a moment.
Her chest heaved rapidly beneath my hand, the mounting anticipation electrifying every nerve as I eagerly pressed closer.
I could feel her body quaking with the gust of surrender, skin flushed with a fiery blend of longing and relief.
My eyes darted upward, filled with a fierce, watchful hunger—waiting, craving that inevitable moment when she would finally break free and give in completely.
Any second now, and she’d shatter into pure, unspoken ecstasy.
I flicked and twirled my tongue around her sensitive clit with urgent care as my breaths became labored.
Rolling her nipple between my forefinger and thumb I pinched ever so slightly and was rewarded with the softest and wettest releases.
Her body visibly relaxed as I slowed my lapping, withdrawing my hand from her breasts and dragging my tongue through her fresh release.
I could have stayed there, and cleaned her dry, but I wanted her to feel how wet she’d gotten from me. I needed her to know that it wasn’t a dream.
I stood over her watching as her body slowly drifted off into a deeper slumber, and with the same gloved fingers that had been mere milliliters away from her heavenly skin I unbuttoned my jeans.
Sliding them down my panties followed, bunching around my legs.
The soft leather of my gloves slipped through my drenched heat as I plunged my fingers into my aching needy cunt.
Working myself through the pleasure I’d denied myself while giving her every ounce of my being.
Fingers hammering into my dripping sweet center as I chased the sparkles that threatened to disappear. My heart raced wildly as the pressure built around my fingers. Biting my lip as a moan slipped out of my lips and her.
“Fuck, Anna.” I hissed as my thoughts marveled around her, no longer my fingers but hers.
Pouring every ounce of focus into the maddening obsession that had formed in my mind I worked myself over.
My body was tightening with every inhale as my brain struggled with the commands.
The pained moan seeped from my lips as I cried my release.
The orgasm shooting through me with such ubiquitous trembles I latched onto her leg steadying myself against the dizzying bliss.
Once I calmed myself enough to think clearly and to pull up my clothes, I took my gloved fingers now coated in my own release and painted them across her lips as if I’d just applied lipstick to her soft plump pink lips.
She shimmered under the gentle embrace of the moonlight, radiating a brilliance that took my breath away.
My gaze swept across the room, anchoring on a tiny bottle of red nail polish—an irresistible splash of cherry red that seemed to pulsate with a life of its own, whispering, “Notice me.” With tentative, tender steps, I reached out and grasped it, feeling the electric pulse of desire and longing resonate deep within me.
I smiled as I painted the letters across her nails and blew them dry, once I’d finished I pulled the covers back up her body and slipped out the window. A cool sense of satisfaction to my thoughts as I walked home.