Chapter 19 – “Acquainted” - The Weeknd
VICE
“ACQUAINTED” - THE WEEKND
A whimper escapes my mouth, my toes curling at his obscene language, my core clenching around nothing—desperate for him.
“I never could get this out of my head,” he murmurs, fingers dancing across my skin until he reaches the apex of my thighs. He slides his thumb through my slit, cursing at the wetness, before pressing it to my clit and moving in tight circles.
My head falls back against the glass, back arching into his touch.
He takes his time, torturing and tormenting me until I’m writhing.
“Do you see how it feels, Elena?” He moves a finger to the crease between my thigh and pelvis, slipping beneath the hem of my panties and pulling them aside. “To have something you want so desperately, and watch it hover just out of your reach.”
I low moan escapes my lips, followed by a strained, “Fuck you.”
All too quickly, his hand is gone, I’m hauled off the counter and flipped around.
My dress is hiked above my hips, and a resounding slap echoes throughout the bathroom just a second before a flaming sting flashes across my ass.
I jolt forward, but his grip on my hips holds me in place as I struggle beneath them.
“Don’t be a brat.”
“August.” His name rips from my throat on a growl.
“That’s better. Say my name.” He snakes an arm between my legs, roughly spreading them open. “Fuck. These thighs. This ass.” He dips into the waistband of my panties, tugging them down my legs until they bind at my ankles. “And your pussy—pretty as ever.”
I clench at his words, my core flooding with arousal. My eyes are screwed shut, unwilling to face my own reflection in the mirror. Unwilling to address the lust I’d find in my gaze.
“Do you want me to touch your pretty pussy, Elena? Should I check to see if it’s weeping for me?”
Some sound leaves my lips, but it’s not an admission. I’ll never say the words out loud to him, but I respond with a shallow nod.
He slips his hand between my aching thighs, and my entire body trembles as his fingers meet my flesh, parting me open and brushing over my soaked center. The pad of his thumb makes contact with my clit again, moving in delicate circles that do nothing but tease me further.
I buck my hips in a desperate search for sensation.
“Look at this greedy cunt, so wet for me.” He moves down, barely slipping one finger inside me. Just enough to put me on edge, but so far from providing what he knows I need from him.
I press into him, attempting to force his finger farther, but he pulls back just as much. His palm smacks across my ass again, causing me to jump and moan as the burn rages through me. “Use your words, Little Vice. Ask me for it.”
A mix of frustration, humiliation, and pure need expands inside me, causing a broken whimper to leave my mouth.
August places his thumb back on my clit, moving faster, causing that spark to ignite low in my belly. My legs tremble as he whispers against my flesh, “Say: ‘Daddy, I need you to eat my needy cunt. Please, let me come.’”
“Never,” I bite out on a moan as his thumb speeds up, sending fire through my blood and shockwaves through my body.
He stops suddenly, and another cry of frustration leaves me.
“I have no problem teasing you until you’re a withered puddle on this bathroom floor.
I’ll keep you here all night, drenched and leaking down your legs.
” His thumb continues again, mouth hovering just over my ass, breath hot against my skin.
“Or, you can beg me for what you so desperately crave, and I’ll show you just how much you’ve missed me. ”
“August,” I groan.
“That’s it. Tell me the rest.”
I swallow, tears stinging my eyes as he keeps me right on that edge, punishing me thoroughly. I’m craving him as desperately as he claims. Because everything I’ve locked away comes flooding back when I’m with him, and I might combust without the release and escape I know only he can provide me.
“E… Eat my needy cunt.” I breathe. “Let me come…please.”
He smiles against the back of my thigh.
He shoots to his feet, grasping my hair and pulling hard enough to force my eyes open, locking with his in the reflection of the mirror. He presses his body against mine, and I feel the hard length of his cock resting on my lower back as he drops his head so that his mouth hovers right over my ear.
“Look at you. Flushed and trembling. Watch yourself when you tell me that I’m the only one who can make you feel this way.”
I can’t look at myself, I’m too drawn to him. My breath is rapid, lips parted as I pant, but words don’t leave my mouth. August smirks, using his free hand to slip off his glasses, bringing them around my body and holding them out in front of my face.
He tugs on my hair again. “Say it, Elena.”
“Only you,” I whimper. “Only you can make me feel this way.”
“Good girl.” He nudges the temple of his glasses to my lips. “Now, open your mouth. Hold onto these while I eat your pussy, yeah? Gotta keep you quiet somehow. I know how much you like to scream my name.”
He slips the tip into my mouth, and I bite down on it with my front teeth as he pulls his hand away.
The view I present in the mirror is purely erotic.
Blown pupils, flushed cheeks, glistening skin, mascara running down my cheeks from the tears brought on by his teasing.
August’s glasses hang from my mouth, making me appear every bit the desperate pet he brings out in me.
He smiles when my eyes flare as that realization sets in, because fuck, we both know I love it.
August drops back to his knees.
“And what are you going to call me while I’m feasting on your cunt?” he asks, hooking both thumbs inside me, spreading me open and exposing me thoroughly.
“Daddy,” I murmur, voice muffled.
He groans. And then his tongue is inside me.
“Fuck. I couldn’t forget this if I tried. Addicting.” It’s almost as if there’s longing in his voice when he whispers against my flesh, “My Little Vice.”
I collapse over the counter as he swirls his tongue, reaching deep enough that I’m clenching around it as his piercing applies a pressure to my inner walls—an intense sensation I’ve never experienced before.
The pressure heightens everything, I spiral and buck against his face in an attempt to push him further.
He slips out, leaving me empty as his tongue slides up and settles over my clit.
He flicks at it fast and firm, forcing my moans to reach a crescendo that has me biting the temple of his glasses so hard I fear they may crack.
All of my energy, my buzzing atoms and flaming blood, rush to that place at my center, readying to peak and crash over him.
The ball of his piercing glides over my clit in a steady, fierce rhythm that has me reaching that cliff quicker than ever before, but as I jump into the freefall of bliss, he stops.
My fist slams against the counter, a guttural cry clawing from my throat, stifled by my closed mouth and clenched teeth. I’m fucking throbbing, so desperate for release that it’s painful.
August only laughs before grabbing my ankle and lifting my foot, slipping my panties off before repeating the movement with my other leg. I stand straight, glancing behind myself and down at him.
He lifts his gaze to meet mine. “We both know I can’t taste your pussy without coming in my pants.” He flicks the button on his trousers, unzipping them. “So this time, I think I’ll use yours instead.”
He pulls out his cock. It’s hard and raging—pre-cum leaking from its tip, the barbells of his ladder reflecting off the overhead light. My throat dries at the sight of it, and I want it in my mouth so goddamn bad. I’d be the one coming from taste alone.
He wraps the black lace of my underwear in his fist before taking hold of his length and pumping hard.
With his free hand, he grasps my thigh, lifting my leg and bending it.
“Put your knee up on the counter and give me better access, baby.” I immediately comply, willing to do anything at this point to reach release. “Good girl.”
A whimper escapes me. I can’t decide if I’m more addicted to his degradation or his praise. Or maybe it’s the way he can so deliciously deliver both at the same time.
I watch him pump himself once more, his eyes zoned into the center of my legs. He groans, like the feeling and the sight has him losing his mind the way I am.
It’s enough to have my head falling forward again, a twin sound leaving my lips.
Suddenly, another slap sounds, and my ass is flaming.
“Eyes on that mirror, Little Vice.” He smiles against the back of my thigh, teeth grazing my sensitive skin. “Keep pretending you hate me while you watch yourself come on my tongue.”
I lift my head, and meet my reflection. A flush runs from my cheeks and down my chest, my gaze black with lust and need, my hair falling wildly around me, the ends of it swaying with each heave of my rapid breath.
My eyes fight to stay open as August’s tongue begins lapping at my clit again.
Long, languid strokes that have my entire being vibrating as he flicks that piercing over my bud.
He’s relentless in his pursuit of my body, and that pent-up anguish from his torturous edging has me already finding that wave, my legs trembling as it begins to crest.
My hands curl at the edge of the sink, clawing into it as he slips two fingers inside me. He presses against my walls in the same tempo he sucks my clit, and I’m immediately breaking. Free-falling off the cliff, drowning beneath the wave, shattering inside the stars.
There is something fiercely erotic about watching myself come, heightening the sensation to nearly unbearable levels of pleasure that cascade over my skin like a rain.
I look impassioned and crazed—a mess. Yet, that mess is beautiful and catastrophic and euphoric.
I rarely feel that way about myself, and for a brief moment, accepting wild nature feels like a kind of satisfaction I’ve ever known.