Page 8 of Drag You Down
I depart before he can catch on to my presence. I don’t need to spook him any more than he’s already been spooked tonight.
I do wonder who Z. Carpenter is. A boyfriend? That could complicate things, but I’m not worried.
There’s no question that Levi is mine. I won’t allow anyone else to have him.
I shouldn’t have told him my name, but I’d been unable to lie to him. I’d wanted to hear it from his lips, but he hadn’t used it.
I’ll have to fix that, too.
More than that, I want to hear him call me something else, something more intimate.
Daddy.
So many subs call me that, and it’s never meant anything, but I know it’ll be different coming from Levi. He’ll mean it in a way the subs I meet at clubs never do.
I hail a cab so I can return to my own home, a proper apartment in a proper apartment building that values appearances and security far more than Levi’s does. My brown tabby cat immediately greets me at the door, rubbing against my ankles, and I reach down to pet him. His automatic feeder should’ve taken care of his appetite, but like any other cat, he’s perpetually determined to make me think he hasn’t been cared for.
I double check his bowl anyway, finding that he’s pushed all of it to the sides, and shake it to more evenly distribute it. He immediately comes to investigate, then gives me a look like I’m an idiot
What he really wants is wet food. I pet him again, then empty a can of wet food into a new bowl for him. He immediately starts scarfing it down like the savage kitty he is.
I shake my head, wondering if Levi likes cats. He’d like Ichabod, I’m sure. It’s impossible not to. Unless he’s allergic…
But no. There’s no need to borrow trouble, and I’m getting ahead of myself.
I’m ready to get my bloody clothes off.
The thought of how they’d come to be saturated with blood brings me back to my little lamb, and I lick my lips like I can still taste Lansbury’s blood.
I wish I was tasting Levi’s instead.
The fantasy has my cock throbbing in my pants, and I shed them quickly, tossing them and the rest of my clothing directly into the washing machine. By the time I get back to my bathroom, I’m fully hard, and I’m barely under the spray of the shower before my hand is on my dick.
My thoughts linger on Levi, on what I would do if I brought him home with me.
It would be simple enough to make a cut on my chest, giving him something to lick away. He doesn’t need anything tainted. If his predilections include tasting it, it needs to be fromme.
I moan at the thought of that tongue flicking across my skin, so hesitant but so very eager at the same time as he gives in to the fantasies I know he’s experiencing.
Why else would he taste a dying stranger’s blood?
Does he taste his own?
The thought threatens to bring up something dark inside of me. I don’t want to think about Levi hurting himself so he can indulge in something he doesn’t need to experience alone. If anyone causes him pain, it will be me.
With the coppery taste of blood on his tongue, he’ll kiss me, and I’ll gently urge him to his knees so he can taste something else entirely.
I groan at the idea of running my fingers through those soft black curls, pulling him closer until he’s taking the tip of my cock past his lips.
Would he lie to himself and say he doesn’t want it, or would he allow himself to freely take what I know he needs?
My hand slowly pumps my cock, and I lean against the shower wall as I experience my fantasy. It’s so real that I swear I can feel his breath on me, the wetness of the shower spray allowing me to pretend it’s the warmth of his tongue. I arch my hips into it, and I let my mind drift further.
What would he look like covered in blood from head to toe? If I taught him to slit the throat of someone who truly deserves it, would he indulge? Would he allow himself to be coated in it, reveling in it?
Would he feel the same rush I do? The same twisted satisfaction of ending a life that’s only brought pain to others?
The thought is enough to send me over the edge, though the cum is instantly washed away. I open my eyes, but the image of him still lingers in my vision.
