Chapter 34 #4
I chuckle silently to myself, over the irony of it all. Hear no evil. Speak no evil. If I actually obeyed orders, I’d simply run my blade across her throat and leave her here to bleed out. Too bad I’ve never been good at playing by the rules.
Cindel allowing me to string her up like this just validates that she trusts me. She’s ready to play and absolutely fucking perfect like this.
I pick up my phone from the ground, typing out what I can’t voice before hitting play. The words murmur in her ear, “I told you I’d make you my angel tonight, but not before you know whose name to scream.”
A shiver wracks through her suspended body as she focuses on me.
Removing the goggles first, I chuck them off to my side.
Cindel squints in the dim light, first taking in my eyes.
I step closer to her hanging form. Ever so slowly, I drag the balaclava up and over my face…
holding the material by my side with a clenched fist. What if she rejects me?
Screams even? I’ve concealed who I was up until now.
Frankly, I’ve kept who I truly am a secret, not just from her, but everyone.
Her eyes are unblinking. I don’t even think she’s taken a breath.
Time is frozen as I clutch the mask tighter in my hand. There’s nothing to say, no readable expression, just parted lips that I so desperately want to taste. Maybe this is a mistake? I drag my fingers through my hair, knowing what an unacceptable mess I must look.
“It’s you,” she states plainly. “Has it been you the whole time? But… what about the toothpick I found in my room? I thought you could have been Garron!” Her voice becomes high-pitched on the last word.
Crap, are my knots too tight? How could she possibly think I was that buffoon?
I must have tracked a toothpick into her room on my shoes.
I attempt to wet my chapped lips, still grasping the small piece of fabric like it’s a lifeline.
I bend my head downward instinctively… attempting to hide my scar.
Did she want it to be him? Was showing her my dark secret a poor decision? I can’t tell.
When I finally find the courage to look back up at her, we just stare at each other. This goes on for so long, I start to believe she’s ready to tell me to take her down.
“Can you speak?”
I look to the floor and sign “no” with my three fingers.
I picked up some sign language after my accident. Now she knows I’m Eamon’s mangled friend, I can finally use my hands to speak again.
I peer up at her, just as her eyes retreat from me, seeming to remember that we’re fully naked and I’m perpetually erect.
“Dax.” Her eyes are heavy. “Please,” she begs, facing me again with fervency.
My name sounds more like a prayer than a curse, coming from her mouth. She… she still wants me?
The tension in my chest eases. Knots I never knew were present begin to unfurl in my belly. Cindel accepts me, defects and all. More than passion at this juncture, I feel an animalistic desire to protect… to possess. No one will ever hurt her again. Her simple plea is all the consent I need.
Rapidly, I bridge the gap between us, taking a hip in each hand, I press my body forward.
She’s soaked, the head of my cock gliding over her opening with ease. It’s fortunate her ass is occupied, because I have no doubt that I would have accidentally slid in on this angle.
Her breathing is uneven as I tease her entrance. Small moans tumble from her parted lips, as I push inside her, advancing forward, inch by inch, until I’m fully seated in her fucking heavenly pussy.
She whines between breathy pants as she attempts to wiggle regardless of being midair, unable to touch me or control her movements.
It makes all of this, that much more enjoyable.
It’s an act of trust. Despite her helpless and vulnerable state, she’s still in control.
Buried inside her, I take one of her ass cheeks in my hand and push lightly on the base of the plug with my finger, reminding her how full I’ve made her.
With my other hand still on her hip I shift her back and forth, effectively bouncing her on my cock.
Her moans and pants fill the space, each time my tip enters, making contact with that one spot inside her.
I’m not hung like a horse, but her shallow canal doesn’t have any more room for me.
Any deeper and I would be hurting her. She’s so fucking tight.
I try desperately to think about ducks in a pond or taxes, literally anything that won’t have me filling her prematurely.
Cindel’s head lolls back, mouth agape, but still, she watches me. Her intense eye contact makes me feel coveted. Wanted for once in my life.
I reposition the hand once pressing on the plug’s base, to between our bodies. I know my girl needs more. Rolling her clit with my middle finger, her piercing moves with it. I’m enamored by her every sound… her every movement.
All the while her gaze becomes languid. She’s drenched, aroused, but not to the point of exploding. I want her walls tightening around my cock, in tune with my name being torn from her throat. I will continue pushing all the buttons and twisting each knob, until my girl loses control.
Focusing on random shit, like how waterfowls aren’t able to claim dependents on their taxes, I can’t help notice the drool escaping the corner of Cindel’s pretty mouth.
Now we're fucking getting somewhere!
One hand remaining on her hip, keeping her from swinging away from me; the other shoves between us, applying pressure on the area above her pubic bone, with the heel of my palm. My finger switches directions, continuing to circle her engorged lady boner.
“I… I can’t.”
Goddamnit, I wish I were an octopus! I desperately need an extra set of hands at this moment to relay to her, “it’s a boathouse, everything is meant to get wet.”