Page 117 of Feed Your Fiends

She looks like she’s about to shut me down, but then I say, “You said we were friends, right? If you really meant that, then you can share some things with me, too. Whatever you're comfortable with.”

From her face, that’s nothing at all, but she sighs and relents.

“Bae is a man. I hate all men.” At my look, she goes on. “They swear to protect you and keep you safe, even when you aren’t there. Even when people are talking about you behind your back, and they think you don't know… They do a lot of things when they think you don’t know. They pretend, but money doesn’t pretend. The number is what the number is.”

The smooth swoosh of the lift’s doors opening masks Rin’s darting footsteps so soundlessly I wouldn’t have believed she were ever here.

I settle into the pillows and pretend to be asleep. Pretend that everything is okay because I can keep secrets too.

I’ve become just like you.

And I want to find me again.

This….this isn’t me. All this sneaking around. It’s you.

He creeps into the bedroom, and I feel the air still as he pauses to look at me, but he doesn’t approach the bed. He smells like smoke and greasy food. Was it from passing late-night vendors on the street? Had he stopped for a snack?

The first thing he does is slip into the bathroom, and a second later, the shower starts.

What is he washing away?

Elle

When he emerges from the shower, he smells like himself again. The dimmed lights streaming in from the bathroom bathes his back in a warm glow, and cast the hollows of his face, abs, and hard cock jutting out at me in shadows.

And in that moment, I feel like I finally see him for who he is. Not just a fiend, but a master able to move every piece around, including me, because my heart accelerates as the bed dips and he peels back the duvet.

His fingers curl around my ankle. “Dovey?” he calls softly, his thumbs stroking my skin. The ticklish contact immediately makes my pussy twitch and that’s how I know I’m a fucking goner.

I will myself to keep still as he gently rolls me onto my back, pulling my legs apart. The silky feel of my nightdress rolling up my hips almost makes me give myself away as he crawls up my body to put his soft cheek against my heart.

“Dove?”

It’s going to give me away, the thundering, but he seems too eager to notice as he grips my chin, and I hold still for my favourite part. The part where he presses his lips to mine in a series of short kisses. Then comes the moan, the groan right before he licks my lower lip and pulls it between his teeth.

I can’t help but flutter my eyes open a fraction to watch him. To watch his dark eyes so focused on my lips beneath a curtain of heavy black eyelashes. His eyes are the most beautiful like this, when they're glazed over and so unfocused but focused at the same time.

“It was torturous tonight, Dove,” he whispers against my ear. “But all I could think about was you.” His tongue skims my lower teeth. “All I could think about was how much I needed my little doll to cope.”

His fingers, clutching my nightgown, creep across my upper thighs, then my waist and breasts as he exposes me completely, the fabric pooling onto my collarbones.

“Selfish, right? I blame my therapist.” He licks my nipple. “The night nurse,Étienne.”

He bends my legs before grabbing two pillows and positioning them beneath my knees.

“He says it's normal to have a doll. He’s had one for years. Admire. Just admire… just love her, and it’s okay.” The backs of his fingers stroke my inner thighs, and it takes all my willpower not to tremble as his thumbs creep to my slit and part me. “Your pussy’s so pretty in the moonlight.”

One of his hands leaves me, and I peek to see him stroking himself, his head bent, his damp hair shielding his face. His torso and cock are in the bluish light streaming in between the sheers, but the rest of him is draped in shadows again.

He looks too perfect to be real.

“The pink mixed with that blue tint…it’s surreal.”

It feels surreal.

“Fantasy pussy,” he rasps. “And then it glistens, the slick catching the silvery hues.”

Don’t twitch.

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