13. Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Carlton
T here’s no denying that my Lolita has changed these past few days.
I can feel it in the beat of her heart, in her scent, in the tone of her voice.
She says she loves me, as if she can’t fully grasp the reality of me. The killer. The twisted mastermind behind my violence. She saw past the prince and glimpsed the beast, and still she said she loved me. She sounded so sincere I almost believed her. I sure as fuck wanted to, more than I’d wanted anything in my life.
But if something seems too good to be true, experience has taught me that it probably is. I’d selfishly probed her story, her life, her secrets without giving her any of mine, and that gave her a sense of safety. That’s why she said those words to me. Now, she’s remembering that she’s scared of me, which is what she should be. There’s no limit to what I’d do for her, she knows that much by now, but she’s not fully aware of what I’d do to her, and it’s about time she found out.
The rocky outlines of the highlands appear in the distance. We enter rough terrain, and even though the SUV does a fine job, Annie is holding tightly to the seatbelt for the life of her. I place a hand on her thigh.
Her body relaxes. If she can do that, then maybe she wasn’t entirely dishonest when she said those words. Or maybe I’m just looking for reasons to believe her. I hiss under my breath, causing her to stiffen again, but my hand clamps down on her thigh.
Mine.
The deeper we drive into the highlands, the clearer it must become to Annie that nobody’s coming to her rescue. Whatever hopes she might have had at the mansion, due to its semblance of civilization, must be scattering now with every mile we leave behind. The longer we drive, the more uncomfortable she gets.
“Where are we going?” She didn’t ask questions in the beginning, probably trying to prove that she trusts me, but we both know—she might truly be in love with me, but there’s no way she can trust me.
“Almost there.”
My palm strokes down her thigh to her knee, her white skin puckering in the wake of my touch. Eyes on the road, I smile to myself, because I know how to touch her and where. I’ve gained so much precious knowledge about my sweet Lolita, and fuck it feels good to know that no other man will ever have that. My hand travels up her inner thigh, under her skirt, slowly trailing toward the juncture of her thighs. She pushes her back against her seat, gripping her seatbelt tighter, but she doesn’t clench her thighs against my touch.
“I love that you wore white today,” I tell her, my voice gruff with desire that I struggle to bridle. This is where she and I come to a dead end. The place where it all began. The place where our bond comes to live or die. “It fits the occasion.”
“Occasion?”
“We’re here.”
She looks out the window, ripping her attention away from me .
“Where are we?” she says faintly when all she can see is the tall grass swaying in the wind. It’s the dead of night, and the ocean breeze is unforgiving, but she won’t have to put up with it for too long.
I walk over to her side, helping her out and pulling her into the warmth of my body before we walk to the back of the car. I pop the trunk open. I pick up the quilt, wrapping it around her before I grab the duffel bag and put my arm around her again.
“Carlton,” she whispers, trying to slow us down as she peers through the darkness. My eyes are trained to adjust fast, but hers need some time.
I step in front of her, blocking her way.
“I’m going to ask you a question, Annie. It’s an easy yes or no question, and there’s no wrong answer. It’s also your one chance to back out. One word, and I won’t take you a step further.” I pause, giving her time to understand. She nods. “Do you trust me?”
She hesitates for a beat. Then another.
I get ready to rip into my own heart and do what must be done if she says no.
“Yes,” she says in a small voice .
I won’t ask her if she’s sure. I gave her one chance at the truth, and she took it.
So we’re going through with this—with what could be the end of us both.
We move on, the outlines of moss-covered rocks barely visible in the night. She pushes into my side, making herself smaller under my arm with every step, which sends warmth into my heart. She’s the only creature that ever fired up my protective instincts. I thought I’d felt protective before, but now I realize it was just a sense of duty.
The entrance to the cave emerges from the cloak of darkness, and she tenses more when she realizes that’s where we’re heading.
Once inside, we’re safe from the whipping wind, but the cool, humid air drifting from its depths bites into her skin. I squeeze her reassuringly, but I can’t tell her that everything will be okay. It won’t.
“Just a little further,” is all I say until we finally reach the spot.
Starlight filters through the round opening in the cave ceiling just a few feet away .
“I’ve never brought anyone here before,” I say, releasing Annie and hunkering down to the small heap of hay and dry twigs. I wish I were surprised to find them here after all this time, but I’m not.
“When was the last time you were here?” she whispers.
“When I was six.”
“Six,” she repeats. “But…you said your parents died and you were taken away at four.”
I slowly stand up. “They did. This is where I had my first two years of training.”
She opens her mouth, but only unintelligible sounds make it out.
I walk slowly behind her, lowering my head next to hers to look at what grabbed her attention. She shudders, just like I expected her to. I wrap my large hands around her cold upper arms, feeling her goosebumps under my palms.
“He brought them to me,” I rumble in her ear. “Marcus. He dragged them, leaving a trail of blood behind after he’d hunted them down like animals. He promised to teach me how to hunt humans one day. I didn’t look forward to it, let me tell you. Later, when he began training me, leaving me no chance but to get better and better at it, I started to like it. We all end up liking what we’re good at, I suppose, no matter how gruesome the skill. I wondered for a long time whether it was in me the entire time, or whether it was an acquired taste. The killing, I mean.”
Dread tears through her, but my hands keep her steady. I press a kiss to her temple, and her body sags into mine.
“These are the relics of my first crimes. The men were badly wounded when Marcus dragged them in here. As a four-year-old, I couldn’t have taken down grown men. But I could skin them alive. Carve their faces while trying to maintain the cut clean and damage as little tissue as possible, that was something I could be taught. Didn’t work from the start, of course, and it took a lot of training, but Marcus was patient and children are fast learners.”
She stares at the pile of bones in the corner, parts of them still put together in such a way that she can easily tell they were once human .
“And the dead head with the snakes on your back?” she whispers, remembering the tattoo. A tremor runs through her.
“It’s how I started killing. Sometime between the ages of five and six. I used snake venom to numb my victims. Marcus taught me how to rear snakes. Knowledge makes a fabulous weapon for someone with limited physical abilities. Being savvy with poison can make a child deadly.”
I pause, sensing that my Lolita is on the brink of a panic attack.
“So say it again, Annie,” I murmur in her ear. “Knowing what you do now, say that you love me.”
I count the heartbeats as I wait. I force a smile, even if it tears into my guts.
“Don’t worry,” I tell her, lowering my voice to a soothing tone. “I understand that you can’t. It’s why I kept my true self hidden all this time. It’s not like I expected you to love a monster.” Keeping an arm around the front of her shoulders to keep her body against mine, I spread the other hand on her stomach. It’s so large that it covers her entire belly, my thumb brushing the underside of her breast. “But maybe you can still desire this monster. After all, it was my beast-like qualities that you wanted in the first place.”
“It wasn’t your beast-like qualities,” she murmurs.
“No?” My hand travels down her stomach, pushing between the sides of the quilt wrapped around her, my fingers brushing the apex of her thighs. She sucks in a breath, flexing against me. My lips touch the shell of her ear. “I may not have looked at you directly, but I was very much aware of your eyes on me, Lolita. Of how you touched yourself while thinking of me. You told your girls my size turned you on. How is that not related to the beast?”
“You fascinated me, Carlton. But, believe it or not, it was always much more than just the physical.”
“Oh, don’t tell me. You sensed the wounded animal inside.”
“I think…I did.”
I had a scathing answer ready for that one, but the tone of her voice makes me stop.
She sounds honest.
She hasn’t taken her eyes off the pile of bones while her body surrendered to mine. She isn’t squirming away from my hand exploring her either. She isn’t trying to deny this reality, or to run away from it, even though it scares her to death.
Besides, my attraction to her was never just physical either. There was always something special about her. It was in her scent, in her energy, in the way she smiled. A wickedly smart girl who was too sexy for her own good. Yeah, she had a great ass, but there was this diaphane element to my attraction to her, something that I couldn’t grasp, that compelled me.
That feeling was insidious as it grew until it became a violent river that got out of control.
“Yet those three words won’t find their way to your lips again,” I say as I cup her pussy possessively. “Which means you’re not so sure anymore. I get it. It’s why I brought you here—to show you exactly who you’re going to spend the rest of your life with. I can’t let you go, Annie, but I won’t force you to live in a lie either. Even if the truth terrifies you.”
“It does terrify me. But I have my secrets, too, Carlton,” she whispers. “Things I would have died of shame if you ever discovered them—until now.”
“Secrets,” I hiss, cupping her pussy harder, making it hurt. “Secrets are among the three things you can’t have, Annie. Secrets, another man, or your freedom. These things are off limits.”
“Goddammit,” she hisses, throwing her head against my shoulder. “I’m talking about my books, Carlton. The books I’ve been reading. The stuff in them. The stuff that turns me on.” She laughs nervously. “My desires are fucked up, but I only ever wanted those things with you. No one else but you. There will never be anyone but you.”
My hold loosens.
She whimpers, her face heating up despite the chill as if she regrets spilling the beans.
“No,” I breathe in her ear, caressing her. “Don’t you feel ashamed around me, Annie. Nothing could ever push me away from you, especially not your desires.” I trail slow kisses down the side of her face. “I like that you had fantasies about me.”
“Only you,” she breathes. “This is so fucked up. The way your touch turns me on even as I’m looking straight at the remains of your first kills. It can’t be normal.”
I turn her around and kiss her deeply, my cock raging when her body melts into mine. I wrap the quilt tighter around her and step back, her body leaning after mine in protest.
“It’ll only be a minute,” I say, and hunker down to get what I need out of the duffle bag. I can see her from the corner of my eye, shivering when I pull out what I hid behind the bones years ago.
“Sometimes Marcus would leave me out here for days,” I explain. “It got cold. I gathered what I could to make a fire at night.”
“It’s a miracle you didn’t burn yourself,” she says. “You were so little.”
“Not really a miracle. Toddlers learn fast. You should hear some of Damon Saevage’s stories.”
“Do all Kings have a twisted relationship with their fathers?” she inquires, watching me work.
“It’s not official, but it’s actually an unspoken requirement. What better way to obtain violent criminals who blend perfectly into high-class society?”
She lowers herself down next to me, eyes on the first sparks coming to life. I angle my face to her, watching the slowly growing firelight cast her face in a magic glow .
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Annie Jones,” I murmur.
Her eyes move from the fire to me.
“I thought we agreed never to lie to each other.”
“You think I’m lying?”
“I think…” She glances over to the pile of bones. I made the fire a good distance from them, but they’re still a sinister presence in the cave. I dragged them under the opening overhead back when I was a kid to ventilate the stench. Like I told her, Marcus used to leave me here for days. I won’t get into the details of how I looked into their dead eyes at night, surrounded by nothing but the smell of festering flesh. The point was to make her see me in a clear light, not to pointlessly hurt her, and such details wouldn’t serve the purpose.
“I think that maybe you saw things in me too, things you couldn’t explain at first but that had everything to do with my rotten nature.”
I reach out and stroke her cheek. “Wanting the bondage stuff from Haunting Nights doesn’t make you rotten.” Yes, I know what she’s been reading, but I never dared hope that she’d want that with me .
“No, but the fact that I’m basically staring your kills in the face and don’t feel repulsed does.”
I lower my hand, watching the flames playing in her eyes.
“You’re not repulsed?”
She sits down on the blanket I laid down on the ground, gathering the quilt around her. “No, but I am afraid.”
“Of me?”
“In a way.”
I sit down next to her. “You know I’d never hurt you. I’d rather stab myself than do that.”
“I’m worried about who else you might want to stab.”
“Any man who ever dares touch you.” My voice thickens as I pull her closer to me, my arm sliding under the quilt to wrap around her lower back. “I am an evil man with an obsession. A man that can survive anything, but will never survive you. A man who will fuck you in all the ways it takes for you to understand how utterly and completely you belong to him.”
She trembles as I bite her earlobe, gently draping her hair over her shoulder and trailing my lips over the side of her neck. “A man willing to commit to a life of crime for you.”
She looses a little whimper, and it’s not from dread. I cup her breast under the quilt and her chest arches into my touch. The quilt falls off her shoulders, leaving her in nothing but her silky white dress. The flames now burn hot enough to keep us warm even naked, but her nipples harden and her skin pebbles under my touch.
She turns her face to me and her lips take over mine with a vengeance. I pull her into my arms.
“I’m going to make you mine, Annie Jones,” I say hotly against her lips while stealthily pulling the duffle bag closer with one hand. I extract what I need and drop it behind her, cupping her face with my hands to deepen the kiss, then caress my way down her arms until I’ve got her wrists secured in my hold.
I break the kiss to look into her eyes but she leans in after me, her lips puffy and thirsty for mine. Keeping her wrists secured in one hand, I lift the other to gently brush tendrils off her face to expose it to me. So full of lust. My cock is so fucking hard to see her crave me like this, that it feels like a rock in my pants .
“We’re going to do this the way you’ve always wanted, Annie,” I say, my voice gruff with the lust I’m struggling to control. “I won’t damage you, but I will hurt you. I will take you like the beast that I am.”
Her eyes are hooded, her eyelashes long, curved and heavy over those pretty eyes. I’m going to fill those eyes with tears today, both of pleasure and pain, and I’m going to watch those tears cling to her beautiful lashes.
“Do whatever you want with me, Carlton,” she breathes. “Make me your willing slave, if that’s what you want.”
My mouth curves up into an evil smirk as she leans in to kiss me. She tries to reach up and touch me, but my hand locks around her wrists, causing her eyes to turn alert.
“Your wish is my command, Lolita,” I say darkly as I grab the rope behind her and coil it around her wrists, securing it tightly.
My blood rushes with the perspective of what I’ll do to her tonight.
The things she wants, the things she read about .
Holding her gaze, I run my thumb over her lower lip, thinking of what I’m going to do to her mouth soon. I’m going to possess all of her holes tonight, and I’ll get her ass ready for my cock, too.
“Tonight, I’m going to enslave you in a very real way.”
Her lips part, her tongue darting out to lick my thumb, her long, curved lashes falling over her eyes. She gives me a sultry look that invites me to push my thumb inside her mouth.
But not just yet.
I let my fingers graze the skin down her neck, brushing over her collarbone, then running down over her breast and her nipple. The maddening little thing pokes through the silk. Barely still keeping a leash on my instincts, I grab her by her slim neck to keep her steady, and bend down to bite into it. She yelps, but my teeth clamp around her nipple through her dress, keeping her compliant.
I’ve got her in a literal chokehold with a hand around her neck and her hands tied behind her back. I release her nipple only to grab her breasts, both in one hand. Her full, mind-blowing breasts. One of them isn’t enough to fill my palm, but rarely anything ever is, and she feels perfect for me wherever I touch her. I use my hold on her neck to bring her close, sucking her lips between mine and biting down on them as I release her breasts and reach for the duffel bag again.
I remove a knife and more rope.
I bring the blade up between us for her to see the dried blood on it.
“This is the knife I used to cut Rainer Kovac’s finger. I used a saw on the other guy’s hand.”
I expect dread to replace the lust on her face, and this might be just wishful thinking, but my words only seem to arouse her more. She licks her lips that are already abused by my kisses, her eyes roaming over my face. But it doesn’t seem to make her want to run. On the contrary. It looks like she wants me all over her. Even though she knows I’m a villain in more ways than one. Taking lives is one thing. Psychological terror and torture are another.
“You’re going to do exactly what I say if you don’t want more blood on this knife.”
She nods, her whole body going compliant .
I grab her dress at the top and tear it off her. Annie flinches, her breasts bouncing. I suck in a breath, taking a good look at her in nothing but her panties, her shoes still on her feet, her shoulders pulled back from the binding on her wrists, exposing her tits to me.
I run the knife down her skin, from her collarbone between her breasts, down the line of her abdomen. Her skin pebbles in its wake, but her nipples harden even more.
“Could it be that you’re enjoying this, Lolita? Does it turn you on, being pleasured with the same blade that made your enemies suffer?”
“It turns me on when you touch me with it—sir,” she says.
My cock strains against my pants.
Fuck this. I won’t be able to hold back for long, but just to give myself a chance, I pop my buttons open and grab the bastard.
My Annie licks her lips as her eyes drop down to it, and she presses her thighs together.
“Spread your legs,” I order, tightening my fist around my cock. I can hardly keep from making her lick the precum on the crest, but not just yet .
She leans back to support herself on her bound hands and slowly opens her legs, revealing the stain on her white lace panties. I swallow back the need to plunge down and lick her until my face is soaked with her cum, but tonight isn’t about me serving her.
Tonight is about making her mine on the filthiest levels because they are also the deepest. It’s about tethering her to me forever. So I slide the blade under the string going around her hip, and cut the lace off of her. I use the blade to fling the remaining fabric off her pussy, exposing her to my eyes and the heat of the flames. Her thighs flex instinctively, and she tries to bring them together, but I won’t let her.
“Don’t you dare,” I growl, then I arch up an eyebrow.
She swallows hard, adrenaline clearly playing with her head. She nods, but the tension in her body betrays her. If she trusts me, it’s not completely. There’s a part of her that’s terrified, even if she won’t admit it.
I bring the tip of the blade slowly toward her pussy, stopping just above her slit. She creams more, her hips rolling toward me, her arousal glistening in the firelight .
I grab her hip and drag her forward, causing her to slide with the blanket underneath, her back and bound arms hitting the rocky cave wall. Now both her pussy and her ass are exposed to me. Without warning, I sink a finger inside her pussy while dragging my knife up her body until the tip reaches under her chin.
“Whatever happens, you’re going to keep those legs open for me,” I growl. “Try to deny me access, and there will be punishment.”
“Will it hurt?” she breathes, but I could swear there’s excitement in it.
“Yes.” I extract my finger just to shove in three at a time. She pushes her back against the rock, her thighs working as she refrains from pulling her legs together to ease the pain.
“Fuck, Carlton!”
“Yes, I’m going to fuck every little hole of your body tonight, Annie Jones.”
I fuck her with three fingers, feeling her soaked walls clenching around them. Her pussy is small, and my cock is huge, and that only makes me want to hammer it harder .
“Your tight cunt is only mine,” I groan, my voice filled with the prospect of giving her pleasure and pain. Delight crawls up my skin. “I’m going to fill you with my cum everywhere.”
I pound that pussy until I’m knuckle-deep, while Annie takes small breaths to put up with it. The pounding knocks her back into the cave wall, and there’s nothing to buffer it but her bound arms. I told her this was going to hurt, and I meant it. And this is just the beginning. I want to leave marks on her just to feel that she’s mine. Because even though I basically kidnapped her and forced her to live with me in a secluded castle, I still can’t get a grasp on the feeling of possession. It’s like she can slip away from me any moment, which is why I have this insatiable need to tie her up.
Flipping the knife in my hand, and pinching it at the tip, I bring it down to her pussy. Easing my fingers out, I push the hilt in. This time her body doesn’t protest. On the contrary. I watch her greedy cunt swallow the hilt almost whole, while I wield it by the blade with my bare hand, my palm now completely wrapped around it .
“Does it turn you on, watching me bleed?” I say thickly, fucking her with the knife, my other fist wrapped around my cock. I stare at her like the killer I am, having dragged my prey into my cave lair.
She bites hard into her lip, my cock twitching at the thought of tasting her. I lunge forward and claim her lips with mine, desperate for it. She’s bleeding from how she bit her lip, and it goes to my head like the scent of blood does to a shark.
Annie moans into my mouth, firing me up. I want her to come and cry at the same time.
So I run my fingers along her exposed ass, coating it with the wetness of her arousal. Realizing what I’m about to do, she arches from her waist, trying to get her ass out of my reach by pushing it into the ground. I growl in warning, causing her to slide back forward, opening her legs more, deciding to avoid more punishment.
I push a finger inside her ass, and her body instinctively clenches against it, trying to push me out.
“Easy,” I say against her mouth. “This is happening whether you like it or not. You’ll only make it harder on yourself if you resist. Just let it happen, and your body will let me in easily.”
Relying on her slickness, I force my finger further up her ass while the hilt of my knife fills her cunt. I’m so fucking horny that veins are popping on my tattooed cock, my hand bleeding as I squeeze the blade. By the end of this night, I’m going to tie her down and ugly-fuck her.
I lean back to watch her tits bounce from the force of my pouding, her beautiful body glowing in the firelight. Ah, this is glorious. This scene of her is going to haunt me forever, and make my passing easier one day, when I find my end. She’ll be the one filling my memories instead of the faces I carved in this very cave. Annie Jones, my Lolita, shoved against the wall with her hands tied behind her back, her lips bitten and puffy, her legs spread to let me have my way with both her ass and her cunt.
And she’s greedily taking in the sight, too. The beast she craved, his cock out, ready to debase her. But the wetness inside her ass starts to dry out, so I pull out my finger and spit down on her now more open pucker. Her cunt dripping with arousal from the knife’s hilt, I coat my fingers in it and slowly push two inside her ass. I keep an unwavering gaze on her to make sure she relaxes into it and lets it happen, ensuring that nothing tears. I want to give her pain, but only the kind that heightens her pleasure.
“By the end of this night, I’m going to make all your holes hurt,” I tell her.
My threat drives her over the edge. I planned for this to take longer, prolong her pleasure and her submission, but she arches her neck back, and comes all over my knife. I start moving my hips like a fucking dog, dying to feel her walls milking me. I squeeze the knife, blood gushing out, the pain helping to keep me from pulling out the hilt and replacing it with my cock. I have to keep it together for a little longer, giving her the time to live out her orgasm and me the chance to watch it unfold.
And I do watch, greedily, drinking in the sight of her eyes squeezed shut and and her parted lips as she pants. Het toes curling, she rolls her hips into my fucking as much as the sensation of fullness allows her to. She begins to shake, the pleasure causing a quake inside her that she takes minutes on end to come back down from.
“God, how is this possible?” she cries out, her eyes rolled back, her neck sweaty and her nipples hard and begging for attention.
I ease out carefully and, the moment her body slackens against the cave wall, I let the knife clang against the floor, coated in my blood. I lunge at her, gathering her in my arms and kissing her wildly, like a man who’s endured thirst for too long. She’s dizzy from the force when I’m done with her, giving me the chance to grab the rest of the rope from the duffel bag.
She’s still shaking everywhere as I coil the rope around her, tying her up from her shoulders to the middle of her thighs. Soon she’s wrapped up, her tits swelling out from between two lines of rope, and her ass hanging out too, giving me access when I need it. I get up to my feet, grabbing her chin and making her look up at me.
“I could keep you in this cave for days,” I tell her, loving the way she looks up at me like I’m a beast she worships. “Weeks or even months. I would keep you warm and fed, but tied up and permanently ready to be used for my pleasure.”
She licks her lips. “Are you going to use me now?”
Picking up my shirt from the ground, I make to wipe the blood that landed from my hand on my dick, but she stops me.
“Don’t,” she says. “I want you to do it like this.”
I cock an eyebrow down at her, but she holds my gaze.
“It’s not like we haven’t exchanged bodily fluids already.”
But this is different. This is vampiric. If we taste each other’s blood, we’ll be in each other’s veins, part of each other’s system.
“Please,” she says, and I drop the shirt. I grab my cock at the root and her hair with my other hand, yanking it back and shoving my cock right down her throat.
She opens her mouth as much as she can to take me all in, but I won’t make this easy on her. I fist my hand in her hair, not allowing her to bob her head at all, and shove it all in, balls-deep. Panic makes her eyes snap wide .
“You can breathe after you get me off, Lolita,” I rasp, pulling out only to thrust back in, my buttocks clenching. She squirms, the bonds repressing her instinct of grabbing my thighs and steadying herself. She’s completely at the mercy of the ropes and my grip on her hair as I make her choke on my cock.
“That’s my good girl, take it all in,” I growl while looking down into her watery eyes. She’d probably try to suck me off if she could, but she’s completely stripped of any agency. I’m the one doing the fucking. “And know that this is only the beginning because I’m fucking obsessed with you. I’ll never stop fucking you. Every time I breathe, I want you. Those Royales fuckers would have a blast seeing me so pussy-whipped.”
I tug her head back, angling her so I can reach as deep as it goes. She gags hard, which means that I can’t come down her throat or she’ll really choke. So I pull out at the last moment, holding her in place to watch ropes of cum criss-cross her face while she coughs and drools.
My groans echo in the cave, sounding like a wild animal for anyone standing outside right now. Not that anyone with blood in their veins would dare come around these parts, let alone in the dead of night. The adrenaline drains from my body as the tremors of my orgasm die down and I bend down to her, slipping my tongue into her mouth.
Tasting myself on her.
One other thing I’ve never done before, except with her.
I kiss her deeply, drinking from her essence, until I can tell that she can’t breathe anymore. Yet she won’t pull back. I rise to my full height, keeping her chin between my fingers and looking down at her face.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
And she’s mine. A slave girl staring up at her master with teary eyes, her cheeks red and her lips puffy and used, cum smeared on her face. I could look at her forever.
By the end of the night I take her two more times, once pushing that pretty face against the cave wall while I fuck her from behind, and once getting her asshole ready for me with two fingers, and finally managing to get the head of my cock in. It will take a little longer for her to be able to take it all in but, as she gives in to exhaustion and her eyelids fall shut, I promise in her ear that I’ll end up balls-deep inside her ass, while brushing the sweaty tendrils of hair off her face with gentle fingers.
She falls asleep in my arms, all tied up, and I can’t stop staring at her. I only let her go to get the fire going again when it’s almost cinders, then wrap her in my arms again, resting her head on my chest. It’s far from comfortable with my chest being the rock that it is, but she’s too exhausted to do more than mumble some protest in her sleep.
“I could watch you forever, Annie Jones,” I say to whatever part of her that can hear me. “A good thing that we have forever with each other. No matter the price.”
Because there will be a price. One she must never know about.