Page 47 of Deliria

I don’t know what I expected. Did I think one blowjob would result in Rafe scooping me up, putting me on his bike and whisking me away to freedom?

Christ, I’m a fool. A stupid, naïve, reckless idiot.

I can still taste him. He lingers on my tongue and if my husband were to kiss me now, he would know exactly what we did. WhatIdid.

I grit my teeth, placing my hand in Alex’s, allowing him to pull me away, because I have no choice here.

But in my head, all I can hear is a scream. A cry for help so loud nothing will drown it out.

And I can’t help but look back over my shoulder at the man who said he would help me, but right now is doing absolutely nothing.

Rafferty

Iwatch her go, hand in hand with him. Looking every inch the sacrificial lamb my family have turned her into. Have moulded her into.

She used to have spark, tenacity, she used to be a whirlwind of colour. But now, now she’s flat, muted. Completely and utterly monotone.

I shake my head, wondering for a second if all of this is worth it. All this scheming, this planning, this manipulation. We’re all in way over our heads, we’re all slowly drowning, but there’snothing to do now but play it out and see who walks away and who doesn’t.

Maybe it’s a good thing she doesn’t remember. It certainly makes it more fun for me.

Little minx.

My lips curl more at the thought of how she offered herself on a plate, how she took me. How she gobbled me down.

I know this isn’t part of the plan, that there were rules, strict instructions as to what was and was not permitted. I was to be a shadow here, a watcher. I was to observe from a distance and only step in when everything was set.

What I’ve done today will have implications. Ones I’ll have to answer for at some point.

But damn, will it be worth it.

And now that she’s crossed this line, I’m going to use her. I’ll fuck that pretty little mouth of hers, fuck her cunt too. I’ll enjoy every little piece of her, just the way my father and brother already have, only, I won’t need to drug her to do it.

No, the little bird will come crawling back.

She’ll come willingly.

I palm my cock, already storing up the image of her. Perhaps I expected more of a fight, more resistance, though I’m glad she didn’t, considering Alexander all but walked in on us.

I doubt he’d be forgiving if he saw his wife choking on my cock, no matter how many times he’s let our father use her like that.

I’m hard despite the fact I came only a few minutes ago. With a glance around, I pull my cock back out. I know I’m alone. The only people that come to this part of the woods are myself and the groundskeeper. I know he’s on the other side of the island today dealing with some bullshit I couldn’t care less about.

Fuck knows what brought Alexander here.

Perhaps he watched her from the house. Perhaps he saw his drugged up little wife meandering along until she disappeared into the big dark woods and found her way right into my open arms.

I smirk, grabbing hold of myself, pulling my jeans more open so I can get a better grip.

“Fucking slut.” I groan as I shut my eyes. Not that she really is one. At least, not through choice.

My balls ache. I massage my cock with one hand, wondering if I asked nicely, would she suck my balls too? I guess I don’t really need to ask, do I? One word from me and she’ll be there, begging for my help again, offering all three holes for me to do as I like.

I groan again, wondering if her cunt will feel as good as I imagine it to be.

I got a good look at her the other day. My father was of course gawking over her as she lay naked in that bath, like his pudgy hands haven’t fouled her flesh enough.

How Alexander can stand it I don’t know. I get him letting his friends use her, at least on some level. But our dad too? Seeing his grey, wrinkly body slamming into hers? No fucking thank you.

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