Page 33 of Come Out, Come Out

August 12th, 2021 – Two and a Half Months Later

My feet dangle over the side of the empty tub that I lay in. It’s the only place where my frustration and despair feel contained enough for me to exist with any sense of peace. I would give anything to numb my own pain, to drown my sorrows just like her. I know it’s wrong, but it’s almost punishing the way she can easily find ways to maintain her distance from me and yet I have no escape from my all-consuming obsession. For a minute, it was kind of cute when she toyed with me as payback as her anger dissipated, but I thought things would return to the way they used to be by now.

But now, I’m a man who’s been deprived of his necessities for too long. I cannot continue to exist without her.All of her.I’ve never been one to want or need others. I was fine with solitude, always the problem child, then the weird kid, then the rebel once I grew into my features. Being the outcast suited me even. You’d think it would make me the perfect ghost. But now, a chasm in her shape and size has opened up within me and everything that I am has been vacuumed into the all-consuming black hole. All I think about is caging her against me and absorbing her into my skin, my tissue, my marrow, to fill it.

There’s no me without her.

Each day, more and more of myself, of my sanity, gets dragged into those depths. I fear that soon I might wither away from malnourishment without the taste of her that I need to sustain me. I might not have a body that’s in danger of deteriorating from the loss of her, but my mind is unraveling far more quickly than I could have anticipated.

The starvation is requiring my brain to run on an endless loop of trying to get to her.

Finally, I grow tired of the fruitless contemplation and force myself out of the empty tub. I toe the cracked bathroom door wider as I exit, the creaking whine causing Skye to look up from her laptop. I catch the briefest glimpse of longing in her gaze illuminated by the screen before she pointedly returns to her work. The illuminated clock on her desk that says it’s 11:55 pm snags my attention.

Welp, that’s another day apart out of God knows how many more to go.

I slam my hand above her doorframe on my way out of her room. Binx calls out with an irritable meow, and I feel Skye glaring a hole in my back. I know I should be grateful that her walls have even come down enough to allow me to be so close to her, but it’s still absolute hell being around and not having free reign. I miss how it was before when I could watch her and touch her at my leisure to soothe the unrelenting need that gnaws away at me from within. But that’s unfortunately not possible right now.

Seeking a reprieve from my suffocating dark mood, I continue my pointless walk into the blackness of the unlit downstairs and out the front door, slamming it behind me. I consider one of the chairs, but I have too much frustration building within me; I need to move. I pace the long porch under the faint orange light that barely reaches one end to the other, trying to expel some of the energy. The aggressive steps only heighten my state of discontentment as I walk with nowhere to go.

I slump into the singular rocking chair that randomly sits at the end of all the other chairs. I teeter it forward and backward, the reassuring clunk of it on the side of the house giving me something monotonous to focus on while I try to calm myself. I enjoy the peace for less than a minute before the upstairs window slams open. I freeze.

“I swear if you hit that rocker against the wall one more time, I’m going to lose my shit!” Skye yells from above, the promise of violence in her voice. But it’s not her anger that takes me aback and sends my heart racing, it’s the fact that she’s finally acknowledged my existence.

The bright smile that splits my face transforms into a mischievous smirk as I haul myself back against the wall again, and again, and again. An infuriated huff is her only response. I’ll gladly take her attitude over her indifference. I continue my rocking, more vigorously even, the banging loud enough to start annoying me, but I don’t care. I’m giddy now, knowing shecan’tignore me.

The door flings open, the loud crack of it hitting the interior wall causing me to jolt and come to a stop. Out steps my girl, irritation like hot lava bubbling in her eyes and fury tensing her body as she stomps in my direction. Her angry gaze roams over the general area, trying to determine where exactly I am. I laugh, but she can’t hear.

“Where the fuck are you, asshole?”

I stand, sending the chair rocking back with a hard thud that makes Skye flinch. Her shoulders are nearly touching her ears as she stands perfectly still, waiting for me to do something, I suppose. Unfortunately, I can’t do anything to her, no matter how much I want to grab her by the throat, throw her over my knee, and spank that deliciously thick ass for all the torment she’s put me through. Instead, I simply take the opportunity to admire her. The energy around her is more open than it has been in a long time, almost as if she wants me near her.Has my little wraith missed me, too? Is she ready to play nice?

Something in me softens at the thought.

Fists clenched at her sides and her lip between her teeth, Skye remains frozen glaring at the chair. Her breaths come in harsh pants, her chest shifting up and down quickly. I circle her–taking advantage of the opportunity to be so close–and step behind her. I inhale deeply, desperate for the scent of her that I’ve only caught distant whiffs of for so long. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head with satisfaction, but she surprises me by stepping forward and sliding her legs between the arms of the chair.

“Is this what you wanted?” she grits out between her teeth.

My brow quirks, and my cock stirs as I take in her position. Yes, it’s what I want. I’m envious of the non-existent version of myself that she thinks is sitting in that chair right now. Skye slams her hand against the wood and wraps her fingers around the top, right next to where my head should be. She uses the leverage to lift and roll her hips. Between the shadows, I catch sight of the bitter smile that curves her lips illuminated in the dim orange light.

“You have my fucking attention. Now, what are you going to do about it?” she taunts viciously as she rolls her hips again. “Nothing.”

I can’t help but laugh at how hot my little wraith is when she shows her devious side.

Her head whips around, eyes round like saucers as her mouth pops open. The quick movement makes her slide backwards off the chair, but in my subconscious need to protect her, I throw my arms out to catch her. My entire body comes alive when I feel her soft skin beneath my fingertips. I sink to my knees, still bearing her weight since her feet are caught between the arms of the chair.

“Holy fucking shit,” she gasps out.

“Hello, little wraith.” I smile down at her, my greedy eyes taking in the blush of her cheeks and recognition in her eyes. I hold her gaze even though her heaving breasts are calling for my attention in the lacy camisole she’s wearing. It’s freezing out here. I want to lick away all the goosebumps that I know cover her flesh.

“What was that you were saying? Oh yeah, what am I going to do about you teasing me? How about I show you?” I gently release her so her head is sitting in my lap. She squirms, trying to free her feet from where they’re still stuck, but it only serves to massage my aching cock. “Oh, fuck,” I groan as the sensation of her inadvertent touch lights me up inside. “Months. It’s been fucking months of torture. Do you have any idea what that does to a man? The kind of depraved beast he becomes when he can’t have the one thing he needs?” I manage to pop the button of my jeans open and pull down my zipper. My hands shake with the shock of our sudden reunion, but I’m not wasting a single second. “Well, you’re about to find out. Open up, baby.” I wrap my hand around her throat and press under her chin, triggering a reflex that makes her open her mouth a fraction. I slip the tip of my dick between her lips, sliding it back and forth across the plump, moist flesh until she opens further. “Suck me off and show me how sorry you are for putting me through fucking hell. Use that talented tongue to show me how much you’ve missed me.” She’s shooting daggers at me, but she doesn’t try to stop me.

Hesitantly, Skye circles her pink tongue around the tip and I groan in relief. It’s been way too fucking long since I’ve had her lips wrapped around my dick. “That’s it, just like that. God those lips are so pretty when I’m in between them like this. I can’t decide if I want to fuck or kiss them more.” I spread my knees apart just slightly, allowing her head to tip back further until it’s nearly upside down. The elongated column of her throat makes me want to see my cock bulging inside it. I thrust into it viciously, taking advantage of the new angle to hit the back of her throat. I want her to feel the memory of my dick inside her every time she breathes. A few days of discomfort is a small price to pay for the months she’s made me suffer. She chokes and I revel in the sounds of my pleasure and her punishment. My thighs are burning as I ram into her from this angle, but I can’t stop, not when I’mfinallygetting what I need, it’s too fucking good.

“You’re going to hold on and take everything I give you. Can you do that for me?” Skye’s hands find my pants and she fists the fabric for dear life as I fuck her throat with every ounce of frustration that’s built inside me finally finding a way out. Her watery eyes plead with me to come, but I’m not going easy on her. I want to see her cry over me. After all, she asked for this. She’s the one who came down here to toy with me, I’m only giving her a taste of her own medicine.

Only that’s not enough. I want more. I want her cries of satisfaction too. I want to know that she likes it when I destroy her and make her pay for the torment I’ve gone through. I slow for a second, “Can you touch yourself?”

She nods, causing my dick to slide up and down the back of her throat, making me shiver with pleasure. Skye clumsily slides a hand down her stretchy pajama shorts. I allow her a few more seconds to find her rhythm before I start thrusting into her again. “Such a good little slut. Don’t you ever fucking push me away again. Do you hear me?” She nods vehemently. In my appreciation, I caress my thumb along the column of her neck, reveling in the working muscles that suck and swallow me eagerly. Skye writhes beneath me as she plays with herself, her hips trying to undulate against her own hand but failing to get the friction she needs with her legs tangled up in the chair.Good.

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