Page 44 of Come Out, Come Out

“Aww, don’t be mad.” She begins shifting her hips, trying to fuck herself on the abnormally shaped silicone. “I miss you, too. I miss the way your perfect cock fills me.” As if on cue, she clenches around it. My fist moves faster as I chase my release. Skye pinches her nipple with one hand and her clit with the other, while she makes every obscene noise I’ve ever heard in porn. She’s playing dirty, so I can too. I slowly pull the dildo from inside her; her pussy grips around it but I don’t stop.

“Aiden,” she calls out in frustration, and that’s what sends me over the edge.

I consider leaving her gaping and wanting, but I decide to give her a choice, setting the monster cock on the floor and holding it at the base.

“Are you fucking serious?” she huffs. Doubling her efforts on her clit, she tries to finish, but she can’t deny that she wants to be filled. Skye slams her fist against the mattress before standing and walking over to the dildo. Her eyes are narrowed in a glare as she lowers herself to the floor and hovers over it. I tease her entrance with the tip before lowering it again. “You’re a fucking assho—” her words melt into a moan when the thick tip of it enters her as she sinks down on it.

Satisfied and eager to enjoy my retaliation, I sit down right in front of her, tighten my grip on the watermelon-colored toy, and watch as she desperately fucks herself inches away from my face. Who’s winning now? I get a front-row seat and she can’t even see me. Skye’s husky voice fills the room as she whimpers and gasps with abandon. It’s a bittersweet symphony.

I swallow thickly as I watch her move up and down, tits bouncing, thighs jiggling, mouth parted. Such a pretty picture she’s painting for me. I’m overcome with the urge to fuck into her throat but stifle the unfulfillable desire. I’m just lucky to watch my little wraith cry and writhe as she gets closer and closer to the edge, the toy disappearing into her faster and faster in flashes of vibrant color that further accentuate that pretty pussy that’s slamming down on the base I hold in my hand. I can’t feel her, but it’s a goddamn erotic sight if I’ve ever seen one.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so close,” she confirms my suspicions. I know my girl’s body almost as well as my own. I close my eyes in satisfaction and let myself enjoy the harmony of her panting, accented by the wet suction of her cunt trying to devour the lifeless silicone. It all comes to a crescendo when her orgasm hits her with my name on her lips. “Aiden, Aiden, Aiden,” she recites my name in a plea that she thinks will change my mind.

It won’t.

I open my eyes to take in the shaking mess she’s become—hair disheveled, slick sweat coating her ample body, pussy dripping, and most importantly, her skin flushed the softest red with exertion. She’s so full of life like this, I can’t take that from her.

Aiden

May 12th, 2022 – One Month Later

The numbers11:55blink up at me from Skye’s phone screen as she checks the time eagerly, as anxious to prove her theory as I am.

Nervous energy is palpable, nearly filling the room to bursting as we wait those five minutes, neither of us needing to communicate. I’m too preoccupied with fear. I can’t let her do this, I won’t.

When I feel the warmth of the air and the thumping of my heart, I know it’s finally the thirteenth.

Skye’s eyes go wide and her head whips back to her phone. 12:01 am. “Fuck,” she gasps as her hand presses to her heart, “I’ll never get used to you just appearing.”

I laugh half-heartedly, panic setting in. It takes me another minute to adjust to the feeling of being in my body. It feels heavier than usual with the tension in my muscles and the stress forcing my heart to pump quickly.

“Ready?” Skye asks, excitement lighting her eyes as she hops off the bed. “I am. I’m even wearing my favorite outfit.” I turn to face her; she does look good in the all-black ensemble. I let my gaze linger on the mini skirt she’s paired with the cropped tee featuring a happy pill graphic on it, with fishnets and her platform boots. But when my attention moves to her hand, I flinch, the glint of silver catching my eye. She’s holding a goddamn knife. And not just a simple bread knife, it’s the largest one she owns.

I can’t think of anything to say other than, “Do you have any idea how badly it hurts to die by knife?” A phantom ache flares in my side. “I would know. It’s not a pleasant way to go.” I try to dissuade her as I form a plan in my mind.

“Hurting is part of the fun, isn’t it?” Her brow furrows as she looks me over. “I thought you understood me?”, she says hotly before flicking her bangs out of her eyes that are dark and determined and framed by perfect winged eyeliner.

Unease swims through me as I take in her scowl. She’s on the defense, which I’m not used to. I need to catch her off guard. I take a step closer and she tenses, but she watches me intently as I press my finger to the tip of the blade. “What are you going to do with this, little wraith?” I step closer, until the long, sharp edge is pressed against me. “You’re going to stab yourself and then make me watch you bleed out?” I look down my nose at her, my piercing momentarily catching the light. “Have you thought about what happens if you don’t go deep enough? If you have to stab yourself again when you’re shaking and weak? What if it doesn’t work?” My thumb runs between the seam of her matte black lips and we stare at one another for several seconds before she bites down and digs her teeth into the skin. It hurts but it’s the moment of distraction I needed to grab her wrist and force it back until she drops the knife. I reach down and grab it before she can.

“Give it to me, Aiden. I’m doing this and I’m not asking for your permission. This is my decision to make.” Her throat works up and down as she tries to fight the tears that rise with her anger.

“That’s the thing,” I reach forward and turn Skye so her back is pressed against my chest and her arms are bound beneath the one I have wrapped around her. With a bit of difficulty, I walk us into the bathroom and flip on the light. “It’s not just about you.”

Overpowered, Skye’s anger bubbles over, and the tears she was fighting begin to fall. “Aiden, please. I want to do this. Youknowhow badly I want this.”

I ignore the way her plea pulls at my heartstrings and wedge her between my body and the bathroom counter. “Take off your shirt.”

“Aiden,” she starts, but I press my hips forward.

“Take it off now, or I’ll mess up that beautiful hair and makeup you spent all that time on,” I threaten and she obeys. “You’re so pretty when you cry for me. Cheeks flushed, mascara running, and those sad brown eyes—fucking exquisite. So beautifully, alive.” I inhale the scent of her before I lean down and pin her flat against the countertop. I use my other hand to pull down her skirt, black mesh panties, and fishnets. When she’s naked enough for what I want to do to her, I make sure she can’t move by slipping my non-dominant hand around the nape of her neck, my fingers putting pressure on the sides so she has no choice but to look at me.

Holding her gaze, I bring the knife to my lips and lick the blade, then proceed to run it down the column of her throat. My cock jumps at the harsh way she swallows against the cool kiss of the sharp tip. I draw it across her collarbone and down her right arm, increasing the pressure so a shallow cut opens from the top of her bicep down to the side of her outer wrist.

Her eyes roll back and she gasps. She’s such a whore for her own suffering. I lighten the pressure once again as I drag the blade down her torso and hips. When I reach her upper thigh, I halt the descent and turn the knife so the pointed end is pressing into the skin. I twirl it in time with her needy pants then drive it in, just a little bit. Scarlet blooms from the injury and my cock strains against my pants as her nipples harden. She shifts her bare legs together, trying to create friction.

“Do you still crave the pain, Skye?” I punctuate the question with another dig of the knife into the meat of her thigh. “Do you like how it hurts?” I’m hypnotized by her agonized expression in the mirror as she nods. “If you’d just stop being stubborn and fighting me every step of the way, I can give you exactly what you need, just like I promised.” I kiss down the side of her neck, my lips resting over her erratic pulse. “Let me show you that I can be enough. I can make our time together everything you want and need, even if they’re few and far between. I’ll fulfill all your fantasies and I won’t even make you beg this time.” I resume my path with the blade, dragging it against the plush, sensitive flesh of her thigh until I find the space where her thick legs meet her pussy. I pause for several seconds to revel in her muffled whimpers.

Flipping the blade, I rub the handle along the front of her cunt, coaxing her to open her legs. When she rubs her ass into me to spur me on, I tighten my hand on the back of her neck. “Don’t move.” I release her and step back to admire the faint scars on the back of her quivering thighs.Mine.I’ve never seen something so glorious.

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