16. Chapter 16
Chapter 16
Idid something stupid last night. The camera in her room showed me she was asleep, and the exhaustion on her drained features told me she would be for a while.
I avoided the creaky floorboards, knowing exactly where they were, as I moved across the hallway in nothing but boxer shorts. If Nonna had caught me, I would have been castrated right then and there.
There would be no excuses as to why I would be sneaking into the room of the girl I had kidnapped, especially with my hard cock, jutting out, making me look guilty before I could defend myself with lots of flapping arms and head shakes.
I didn’t carry my keyboard or Post-its. The only thing in my hand was the cock I couldn’t stop stroking through the thin material of my shorts.
I opened the door to Feebee’s room, quietly creeping in. The dent in the wall and all its flaked-off paint greeted me as I closed the door. The lights were on, so bright, I felt like I was under a police spotlight, and the reality was, I should be for the things I was doing to this woman...
But she did something to me every time I saw her...
And it got harder to ignore each time.
I had only caught a glance of her behind the curtain, peeping down at me with something other than hate and anger in her stare...
But that was enough.
I had to leave my little pet behind. I had to be alone. I wanted to come over her image. But I couldn’t because it wasn’t enough. I needed to see her again. I had to see her.
And as I stood there, hours later, right in front of her, watching as she rested in her chair, hair grazing her delicate shoulder as her head lolled to the side. A shirt, open slightly, keeping so much of her body from my view. All I could see were long legs. I dropped, my knees crashing into the carpet, desperate for a closer look. I touched her toes. The pink paint on her nails growing out didn’t turn me off.
She couldn’t feel me touching her here, and I didn’t feel like I was assaulting her because, well, I was caressing a fucking foot, for fuck’s sake.
I lifted her ankle. Something inside me wanted my lips on her. The guilt of abusing Chandelle’s honor could kill me for it later. Right now, I didn’t give a fuck.
I kissed Feebee’s foot, kneeling before her like I was begging for her attention, and if she woke up, I probably would have fucking begged for her attention. I would beg with my eyes and gentle touches. I would plead with my tongue touching anywhere she could feel.
I tested a lick on her foot, my tongue moving from heel to toe, the electric pink polish disappearing between my lips. It felt arousing, and I wasn’t a foot guy...until tonight. A night where I needed any part of her to touch me. I kept an eye on her face, stealing glances of the sleeping beauty as I sucked harder, grew harder, and ached beyond fucking words for her.
I nibbled before moving to her instep, kisses shadowing the movement.
My cock peeped higher above my waistband, coming to see why it wasn’t getting attention. I rolled down my boxers, took it in one hand and began stroking myself again. My fingers moved slowly, pulling my skin back to reveal a shiny head. I needed more. I needed to fucking come so I could get out of this room and get these thoughts out of my head.
My grip tightened, my thumb rubbing over the most sensitive part of my cock as my pace picked up. My head dropped back, but only for a minute. A minute where I convinced myself this woman was open-legged—her satin underwear looped around one ankle while she played with her clit as I masturbated at her feet.
She wasn’t doing that. She was still asleep.
But she still looked fucking beautiful.
I dropped her foot into my lap, and it landed so close to my cock. I shuddered, waiting for the blast of pain that didn’t come. But it still interrupted my rhythm. My cum sank back into my balls just as I was about to blow. I looked down at her toes, the pretty pink hypnotizing me into doing something I never thought I would.
I put her toes against my cock and my hand around her foot, and the thought of her touching me here...it made me fucking hot. My hips rocked into our joined touch, her toes rubbing over the wet head of my cock, and I tingled. Oh, I fucking tingled, from my head to my toes tucked under my ass.
My breathing went wild, noises that didn’t bother her as much as they did me, fell off my scarred tongue, and I came. Laces of hot cum lashed her foot and my fingers, sticking us together, the milky white stream running between her pretty perfect toes. I wasn’t opposed to the dirty stuff.
I brought her foot back to my mouth, seductively touching my lips with her sticky toes. My eyes stayed on her. Her eyes were still closed, long lashes fluttering. My other hand was still on my dick, convinced it had more to give.
And it did.
I blew again all over my stomach as I licked her foot clean.
I massaged her foot until it was dry before placing it back on the footrest of her chair. I fell back on my ass, needing to be away from her.
I instantly felt dirty. Felt regret. Again.
I felt hate...but it was no longer for her.
It was for me.
I betrayed Chandelle’s honor and all our memories. Again.
And I fucking hated myself for it.