29. Audrey
AUDREY
PLAYLIST: DUSK TILL DAWN (FEAT. SIA) – ZAYN, SIA
“You smiled so much tonight,” she says after everyone has gone. We sit between bushes, and Cass leans against the letter L from the sign. I put my head on her lap as I lay down and look at the stars.
“It was nice,” I say.
“They’re good people,” she says, playing with my hair.
“They are,” I say with my heart warming. “New York made me forget what I have here.”
“So you’ll be staying here in the future?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” I say. “I didn’t give the future much thought because I was kinda busy surviving a day at a time.”
She caresses my hair for another moment.
“I don’t think I can give up New York,” she says in a sad tone. “But I can never ask you to be there if L.A. is who you are.”
The corners of my mouth tug up.
“What?” she asks, looking down at me.
“So you want a future together?” I ask her.
“I do, but—the distance—“
I push myself up. Flinch slightly as I put weight onto the arm with the burn wounds.
“Four and a half hours,” I say.
“What?” she asks me, completely confused.
“Four and a half hours,” I repeat with a grin. “You think in your world,” I say. “Because that’s what you have always known. But in my world, a private jet flight from L.A. to New York takes four and a half hours. I have enough money to get a nice second residence there.”
“But you gave all your money to Annie—“
“I gave my trust fund to her Nana so she can have a wonderful life there in Italy. I gave up everything that was tied to my father. I made enough with my roles to survive comfortably.”
“Here I was, thinking you’d be selfless,” she says, jokingly.
“Stop condemning money,” I say. “It’s not the root of all evil.”
“It is very much,” she says defiantly.
“Humanity is,” I say. “Money just brings out the true nature.”
She looks at me, half-open mouth, forming words that don’t come.
“I mean it. I have seen it all, people with money, people without. It’s not the money. It’s the desire to do evil. The hunger for more and more, mating with the fear of losing it. It’s not the money; the money is just an accelerator that helps with the connections to get away with all of it.”
“My mother left us when I was eight,” she says. “Met a hot shot broker from Wall Street. She left us and never looked back. Dad worked all day, Jackass and I raised ourselves on the streets. That’s what money does. Making someone leave their kids behind.”
“No,” I say. “Her hunger for more did. It wasn’t money. It was her lusting for more.”
“The same thing.”
“No, it’s not. You can lust for something and decide not to act on it. Like I did all day, because all I want to do is eat your pussy, but I keep myself in check because other things are more important. Things that include learning who you are and giving you the truth you deserve.”
Her cheeks flush as she stares at me with wide eyes and her half-open mouth, about to say something without forming words.
She closes her mouth.
Opens it again.
Closes it again.
I chuckle.
“You wouldn’t need a second residence,” she finally says, biting her lip. “My house is big enough.”
“Are you asking me to move in before we even had sex?” I ask her with a chuckle, and she blushes with her entire face.
“I—“ she stammers. “It was just in case—if—“
It dawns on me in that moment that the big, aggressive Rottweiler she pretends to be is actually a way to protect herself.
“You haven’t had sex with anyone else than her,” I say, not asking, but stating.
She nods almost invisibly.
I lean in on her.
Brush through her hair to grasp her face with one hand.
Trail my lips over her neck up to her ear.
Nibble at it.
Brush with my cheek over hers until I reach her dry lips with mine.
I kiss her with tongue.
Trail with my hand down from her hair, to her collarbone, over her chest, and slip my hand underneath her hoodie.
“You tell me when to stop,” I say as I push my hand up and massage her breast.
No bra.
I smirk.
Of course not, little tomboy she is.
She gasps.
Her breathing fastens, with her hot breath caressing my lips.
I play with her nipple until it hardens.
Kiss over her cheek to her neck, and she bares it to me by letting her head fall back against the white metal of the letter L.
I nibble over her neck.
Lick it.
Bite her earlobe.
She shivers.
Followed by a soft moan.
It touches me somewhere so deep within—pushes me into a different state of mind.
“I usually like it rough,” I whisper in her ear. “I like it when you call me names and hit me, bite me, push me beyond. But for today, I will be soft. I will be, because I want you to feel what I feel for you.”
She breathes in sharply and shivers again.
I smirk, because my words have this wonderful effect on her.
“Tell me how this feels for you,” I say and twist her nipple softly between two fingers.
She moans silently and rolls her hips.
“I asked you a question,” I say, softly reprimanding her.
“I—“ she begins. Hesitates. Freezes.
“What?” I ask her.
“I—you’re hurt and I don’t want you to overdo—and I have never talked much during—“
“Mhhhhm,” I say, slide my hand out of her hoodie, cup her face.
“I am going to be fine,” I tell her. “If something hurts, I will tell you. You don’t have to mother me; I can do that for myself. What I need you to do is to listen to my voice, do what I tell you to do, and allow yourself this. Can you do that?”
She looks at me with shimmering eyes.
Nods.
“Good,” I say and go back to kissing her.
I let my hand slide down and over her leg.
“You can touch me,” I tell her, because she hovers with her hand just an inch apart from me. “Maybe leave out the left arm and leg.”
While they’re packed in compression and don’t hurt as much anymore, they're still very fragile and bite when touched or whenever the muscles flex.
She touches me as carefully as possible.
I grab her hand and place it properly on my chest.
She laughs appeasingly and shakes her head.
“We’ll have to work on that,” I say. “You better do what I tell you to, or I might forget the soft and all.”
She bites her bottom lip, grinning devilishly.
Flashes her eyes at me.
I chuckle darkly, because behind all this insecurity, she is a feral kitten. I mean, I know she is, having our several heated encounters in mind.
I let my hand wander down between her legs, rubbing her clit through the fabric of the functional boy pants she always wears.
She rolls her hips against my touch.
A one-sided smirk appears on my face as I open her pants.
Slide my hand in.
Burning heat welcomes me as I grab her pussy.
She moans with her head falling back.
I use the chance to bite her neck while I draw circles with two fingers around her clit and in soft, slow strokes over her labia.
Her fingers dig into my chest as I do it.
I let two fingers slide further down into the wet heat of her pussy.
“Mhhhhm,” I breathe out as I slide slowly into her. “You feel fucking amazing.”
She giggles like a nervous teenager, allowing me to grow into something more dominant. Something who guides. And while I detest any sort of responsibility, this here, right this moment, feels right. So right it opens my heart and turns off my mind.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” I say, remove my hand, lick her juices off my fingers, and then slide my hand back into her pants.
“You’re fucking insane,” she says.
“No,” I say with a deep chuckle. “Insane would be to tell you that I can’t wait to put you in your place kneeling in front of me, chained up while I strap in and then deep throat you.”
“I’d say you better turn up a notch,” she says playfully, getting more daring. “Because I’m not a dog who does what it’s told.”
I expected everything. From shy giggling to blushing to total aversion. But not this.
“You will for me,” I say, suddenly very aware of myself, entering her with my fingers again.
“What makes you so sure?” she asks me while I slide in and out of her.
She gasps.
Moans.
I kiss her neck.
Trail of to her ear.
“Because you like to be told what to do,” I whisper in her ear. “And when you trust me enough to allow me to do so, it will be the most liberating thing you have ever experienced.”
I don’t fasten my movement, but intensify it in its extent.
I breathe against her skin.
She rolls her hips in the same rhythm of my movement.
“Tell me what you want to do with me,” she says between two gasps. A request I happily provide.
“I’d start in the morning by having breakfast in bed,” I say. “Champagne sucked directly from your pussy. After I’m done, I’d tell you to please me in the shower. I really like you kneeling for me, glancing up into my eyes while your tongue wanders down to my clit.”
She gasps in.
Shivers from the arousal.
But I am not done with her.
“Afterward, I’d tell you to get dressed, because I want some fucking adrenaline.
We’ll race to that epic spot in the mountains where we park.
You’re angry because I beat you once more.
You hit me. I hit you back. We fight until I lie on you, one hand around your throat, the other holding your hands above your head while my knee pushes against your pussy. ”
Her core burns my fingers as I slide out and in again.
“Hhhhhrrrgm,” she moans out, trembling in waves.
“I’d pin your hands to the ground so you can’t move, kiss you, then whisper darkly in your ear—” I trail to her ear— “You’ll be a good pet,” I whisper. “And if you are, I am going to make you come five times in a row.”
She rolls her hips so hard now that I don’t even have to move my hand much anymore. She is getting herself off with my hand.
Fucking epic.
“What do you want me to do?” she asks between fastened breaths.
“I am going to sit on your face,” I say. “And you will fuck me with your tongue.”
Pulsating waves contract around my fingers. She is so close to coming.
“And when you have made me come,” I whisper. “I will strap in. You get to pick the size, because you’ve been such a good pet.”
“Yes,” she breathes out.