Chapter 22 #2
I make sure she sees my glare and hears the anger I should be portraying. But damn… it’s hard to be mad with a pussy as hungry as Blair’s wrapped around my cock. Inadvertently, my dick twitches again inside of her.
Blair gives me a smirk.
Son of a bitch. Blair knows exactly what she’s doing. I’m not sure if I want to laugh or strangle her. In the end, I decide I simply want more of her.
Blair dips the rag back into the water, which turns it pink, then rings the cloth out and continues to wipe the blood from my skin.
As she twists and rocks in my lap to clean the rag and then my face, she’s only creating more friction between us.
My cock grows impossibly hard. Her pussy grows wetter, soaking my lap.
As she wipes the blood from my nose she starts to grind down on me.
The subtle movement isn’t quite enough to get me off, but fuck does it feel good.
Blair’s breasts press against my chest as she leans forward.
Her breath caresses my damaged face as she works.
I can hear when it catches. It happens at the same time her pussy clenches around me.
Her grinding becomes more demanding, her hand faltering as it skims gently across my cheek with the wet cloth.
Shit… This will definitely get me off. I can feel the pleasure building at the base of my spine. My breathing comes quicker as Blair starts moving faster.
“Oh…” she whispers as she tosses her head back.
My eyes go from her face to her breasts and her pebbled nipples, back to her face. Her grinding becomes insistent. All thoughts of cleaning my face stop as she rises and falls, sliding up and down my aching cock.
I have to stop her. This can’t happen.
Feeling her fall apart around me will be my complete undoing. I won’t have the strength to fight my own desires any longer.
In a last ditch effort to save us both, I snarl out, “Blair, stop.”
I’m ignored. Blair bares down hard as her orgasm comes crashing through her. Her cry of ecstasy is strained as she throws her head back. Her pussy grabs me in a grip so tight I feel strangled.
I inhale sharply as I watch her convulse while she comes.
She’s so goddamn beautiful.
With parted lips, a flush blooming under her warm brown skin, and her body quivering with pleasure—I’m utterly enthralled. My lap grows soaked with her release.
When her orgasm subsides, she sags forward onto my chest.
I wince from the ache in my ribs but the pain fades away as my hips try to thrust up into Blair’s pussy so I can seek my own release.
The aftershocks of her orgasm cause her pussy to gently massage my cock and I groan, growing painfully desperate to join Blair in her post-orgasmic glow.
I try to fight the urge to thrust up again but my hips don’t listen.
It’s not enough. Rather than accommodate my wordless request for her to keep going, Blair lets out a sigh and straightens up.
“Oh, I missed a spot,” she says as she studies my face.
And just like that, she returns to cleaning me off. No more grinding, no more taking liberties. Blair simply holds my throbbing cock deep inside of her while she works.
My body trembles. I can feel the blood pumping through my erection in time with each thump of my heart.
No doubt she can too. Sweat beads on my forehead and drips down my neck.
Blair notices and wipes it away. There’s a small, pleased smile teasing the corners of her lips, but it doesn’t grow further than that.
I should be furious with her for toying with me in this way.
This is a dark and twisted level she’s stooped to.
Yet, I can’t help but sniff out an incredulous laugh through my nose.
I forgot who I was dealing with. Of course Anchor’s daughter would be creative with her torture methods. She wouldn’t be Blair otherwise.
When Blair’s done wiping the dried blood from my face, she begins to patch me up.
She takes her time. As she pulls out the items from the first aid kit that she needs, Blair shifts and I swear it’s to make sure I don’t grow soft. The pleasure is instantaneous, causing me to draw a sharp breath through my nose. Blair doesn’t react.
Instead, she focuses on being my nurse.
First comes the alcohol, which burns as she cleans the open wound on my cheek and across the cut along the bridge of my nose.
Then comes the ointment.
As she applies the first aid cream, Blair’s hips begin to move again.
It starts as a little wiggle of her hips.
I hardly notice the subtle shifting at first. It’s not until the butterfly bandages come out that I notice.
Her pussy clenches hungrily around me and Blair’s breathing starts to come faster.
When her hips start rocking, I moan loudly around my gag.
Up.
Down.
Up.
A slow, grueling descent down again.
The motion is slick—Blair’s pussy hot. Her cunt flutters around my cock.
I try to tell myself that I don’t love this.
But to the deviant being lurking in the back of my mind, the one that I hide from the world, there’s no lying.
It's noticed—just as I have—how perfect she fits around me.
The wicked glee that festers like an infected wound consumes my thoughts.
The last sane one I have is to try to fight this one more time.
“Blair, please,” I beg through my gag. “Don’t do this. I don’t want—”
I don’t even bother wasting energy to finish the lie. I do want this. That’s always been the problem. I’ve always wanted Blair. The woman at the center of my obsession is in danger, though. I fear the person I could become if I allow myself to have her.
“Oh, Ledger… shit… oh god…” Blair hisses as she rides me faster, harder than before. She whimpers. Then, in a whisper spoken with such reverence that I know any god would be jealous of, Blair says my name. “Ledger…”
Blair’s pussy grips me in a hold so tight that I grunt in pleasure.
Her body convulses hard this time. She wraps both arms around my neck and buries her face in the crook of it as her pussy pulsates around me.
I can feel the last remnants of the good I’ve been holding on to die.
I accept that, mourn it for a heartbeat, then move on.
From here on out, I’ll accept that I’m damned. I’ll stop fighting it because it’s too late. This is my reward—being buried deep inside Blair.
A dark, deep bellow of desire wells up and rattles around in my head. My body tenses as I strain against the binds that hold me back. Her laugh as I fight against immobility only drives me more insane.
I’m going to fuck this woman into oblivion.
I told her I’d breed that pussy and I will.
The minute I get out of here I’m going to—
I try to buck up into her, desperate to cum with her. But Blair stills, pressing down so I have no ability to thrust up. A wave of frustration rolls through me. It’s followed by a larger one of desperation. She can’t be serious. Again? She’s edging me again?
She’s going to be the death of me.
God, I need to cum so goddamn bad. I’m breathless with how uncomfortable I am. My cock is so hard and sensitive that it's borderline painful. If she would just let me paint her insides with my cum…
With a snarl I fight against the binds again.
Why did I put a metal chair down here again? If it was wooden, I’d find a way to fucking smash it to pieces to get to Blair.
“How does it feel, Ledger?” Blair whispers in my ear as she catches her breath. “I can do whatever I want and you just have to accept it. Are you starting to get it? Do you see that this is my plan and you have no say in the outcome? Does this feel like love or control?”
She pulls away from my neck and lets her arms drop to my chest. There’s no smirk pulling at her mouth now. All traces of humor, malicious or otherwise, are gone. Instead, there’s a solemnity clinging to her.
“You know a lot of what life was like for me before I left for college,” she frowns.
“But you have no idea how hard things got when I joined society. I was the weird one, a social outcast throughout college, and even throughout the first year as a nurse. Learning mannerisms, social norms… Dad didn’t teach me any of that. ”
No, he wouldn’t have. Anchor would’ve taught her the bare minimum to get by. He loathed the world, which was why it was so easy for him to hide from it. Anchor doesn’t miss life—he thrives in the absence of it.
Blair sighs as she considers her next words.
“I struggled so hard to find my place in the world,” she says, her voice becoming deeper as her body stiffens.
“Do you know why, Ledger? Because it’s a fucking amazing place to be!
Life was black and white with Dad, but life without him I could finally see in color.
Was it disorienting at times? Sure, but I loved it!
And I was figuring it out—slowly, sure, but I was doing it and all on my own.
I was proud of what I was accomplishing. ”
My heart sinks at the heartache in her voice.
When Blair’s bottom lip quivers, my breath catches.
Blair snags it between her teeth as she looks down. For a moment, she’s silent. Her hands slide down to my chest where they come to a rest. Her touch, even though my shirt, burns me. I shiver, my body hypersensitive.
“You were right.” Her voice drops to hardly more than a whisper as she continues. “I wasn’t happy. I wasn’t quite sure who CeCe really was. Am I relieved I can be myself here? Sure. But—” She jerks her head up.
There’s a flash of rage in her eyes.
It’s my only warning.
Her hands ball a handful of my shirt and suddenly she yanks hard at the fabric.
It rips from my neckline down to my torso.
Blair lets go to reach down to the first aid box. She rummages around in it and then pulls out something that makes my blood run cold. The buck knife she lifts up captures the bitter grin that spreads across her face in its reflection.