Chapter 34 #5
My heart is beating too fast, but I maintain the perfect rpm as I stimulate her, not changing a thing, until she comes undone.
My dick remains deep inside her, despite it no longer driving in and out.
Bringing my face close to hers, I nose her cheek just ahead of sucking on her bottom lip.
Feeling my mouth on hers is everything I hoped it would be.
Sweet, soft, and utterly divine. I long for those desperate noises she makes right before she tips over the edge.
She’s only shared them with me at the Lantern Festival, but I’ve listened to her draw them out countless times prior, when she pleasures herself.
“Oh my god!” Legs quaking, she cries out, “DAX!” Her scream echoes through the space.
She breaks beautifully for me. Her warm release drips down my legs, as wave after wave of pleasure, tugs at my cock.
Thank fuck it’s late and this place is secluded enough that no one is around, because my girl is a screamer.
The ripples of her orgasm subside causing her body to become torpid within my arms.
Stay with me, Princess, it’s my turn. I grip her ass roughly, convinced she’ll have ten tiny bruises by tomorrow. Thrusting forward I fuck her at a punishing speed.
No longer do I need to concentrate on business savvy birds, as I’m finally able to chase my own release.
Wet slapping sounds echo in time with her short, heavy gasps.
My vision begins to tunnel. Her scent, all consuming. Like metallic rain. Every muscle in my body tightens as I bounce her on my dick. My throat aches, attempting to create sound, as my resolve snaps and I spill inside her.
To my surprise, Cindel has yet another wave of pleasure storm through her. Bared teeth hold in pleasure filled groans. Her weary body is decorated with red splotches, while her muscles give one last punishing squeeze to my well-spent cock.
I could die happily like this, buried inside her. It’s all I could ever want from this life. Being accepted… needed. I will worship this woman till the end of time. My conquest. The queen I hold above all else.
Unhurried, I deliberately untie the knots, easing her down to the wooden floorboards.
I know her hips ache from being suspended in that position for so long, so I lower her restrained form carefully.
Reaching for my phone, I play the song I have chosen for tonight. This feels like the right moment. I select the song within my newly renamed collection: Stalker’s Playlist. I couldn't help myself.
Her once listless gaze expands with wonder as the music plays straight into her ear.
The song is from Highly Suspect – “My Name is Human.”
She’s reserved… listening tentatively as her breathe steadies; staring blankly toward nothing in particular.
During the time the song plays, I remove the artfully placed ropes from her upper body.
I should have brought extra blankets, silently scolding myself for not bringing enough to make her comfortable.
Scooping up her tired body, I carry her over to the solo blanket, positioning the heater to give her a warm space to clean and dress.
Her sedated assessment has braids beginning to form in my lower belly, again.
Now the lustful thoughts have subsided, is she second guessing herself? Is it me she actually sees? Why would anyone want damaged goods? Does she only see the jagged scar across my neck?
Without my mask, I feel exposed… shameful. She may know my name, but she still doesn’t know who I truly am to her.
Despite my internal struggle to understand, her hands reach for me. Her light touch rests on either side of my face. Such a contrast to my flawed character; she’s too pure.
“Can I keep you?” she whisper-shouts.
I… what? The question catches me off guard and I can’t help but turn my head, still baffled.
Her eyes look more, blue-gray at this moment, and I’m unsure how someone so flawless would agree to have me.
I’m overwhelmed. Awestruck by how she has thrown me a metaphorical ring buoy; unknowingly rescuing me from a sea of doubt I’ve been drowning in my whole life.
She’s my salvation, in a world that has never seemed to have space for me. Of course she can keep me.
I fervently incline forward, taking her mouth in mine. The kiss is all consuming. A mix of tongues and teeth, battling to find purchase in each other. I could kick myself for waiting so long to kiss her like this, but maybe it was necessary. To make sure we belonged to one another.
My cock engages too, unabated regardless of the emotional turmoil I just battled.
Her teeth rake my bottom lip as she pulls back, looking over me with such tender resolve.
Wait… all at once I remember why the question sounds so familiar. Where I originally heard it from… a movie I watched on cable TV, one Halloween.
Did she just pull a quote from Casper? The part where Christina Ricci sees her ghost friend as a real boy for the first time?
As if she can read the realization across my face, a devious smile blooms on hers. Her once flushed skin seems to be diminishing… although the marks will soon leave her body, I’m confident what we shared tonight in the boathouse will stick with us.
I would willingly be stuck in purgatory… giving Cindel my only soul if she requested.
I pull back just enough to sign, Time to go home.