Page 108 of Phobia
Is he going to clean the floor of all of it? Can I hold that much? A sob escapes me, tears coming to my eyes. I want so badly to be good for him, to do everything he thinks I’m capable of. I realize then that I’m shaking, trembling from the force of clenching those muscles, of holding all that blood inside.
“One more, my good boy.” His thumb presses into my hole, and I cry out. I’m going to burst. “You’re so full.” He pushes on my bulging ring, and I feel the spongy give as he dips his thumb in and out, in and out.
In and out. My mind is a blur, my body aching, on fire with arousal. I’m at the very peak. I’m going to break. I know it. He’s brought me to my limit. I can’t take anymore.
And then the final kiss, his lips to my overstimulated hole. More blood funneling inside with the force of his breath. The tears escape. I’m sobbing, breaking. Falling apart.
“Let go,” Silas says.
And I do. All of the blood comes rushing out of me in a flash, a release that feels better than anything I’ve ever before experienced. Silas is between my legs, his mouth to my hole, sucking and swallowing as the blood pours from me in a vicious torrent. The suction and the release catapults me over the edge, and my cock sputters and shoots all over the floor.
I cry, really cry, like I did as a child. Huge, fat tears fall down my face as I tremble and wail. Gingerly, gently, Silas gathers me in his arms, holds me, rocks me, coos soft words into my ear.
“Beautiful boy. My sweet Adrien. You did so well. You’re so good. You’re so brave. Such a good, good boy for me.”
He kisses every inch of my skin, and I cuddle against his chest, reforming in his arms.
I was broken before him. Only a shell of a man. But now I’m new. Whole. Complete and powerful and capable.
He lifts me as though I’m weightless, arranges me over his solid cock. Eases me down on it so it pushes inside my puffy, aching hole. He doesn’t ask for permission, doesn’t need to. Once I’m straddled over his hips, his shaft fully buried, he meets my eyes and begins to thrust, a shallow rocking motion like a crashing wave, just enough, just barely enough, to keep us both on the edge.
He kisses me again, deeply, with such passion and ardor, as if his entire world is wrapped up in this kiss, in this moment, in me. Our mouths crash together, tongues and teeth and lips, as he rocks into me, a languorous slide, slow and steady and just enough. He grips my hips tightly, pulling me to him, holding onto me like a precious lifeline. And each thrust, each moan, each kiss, says “I love you. You’re mine. I love you. You’re mine.”
He releases inside me, hips stuttering and shaking, and I follow after him only moments later. Like I always do, I keep him there for as long as I can, clenching tight around his shaft, feeling him go soft, but still unwilling to let him go.
Silas looks at me then, crimson eyes sparkling, and caresses my lips, my cheeks, my nose. He looks at me like he wants to memorize every inch of me. As if he hasn’t already.
It takes a moment for the haze of our pleasure to settle. For reality to close back in. I glance once more around the room, at the dismembered bodies of Dominic and Angelo. At the mess we left behind. Now what? Now that we’ve killed them, what do we do now?
Silas seems to guess at my question. “What do you want to do?” he asks, eyes seeming to see deep within my soul. “The future is yours for the taking. So whatever is left is up to you.”
My gaze locks on Angelo’s dismembered arm, lying only inches from where we now sit, still entwined.I know what I want. I want this place, this business, this entire mess, to disappear like ashes in the wind. I want to eradicate it all from this earth, all memories of the pain and the sorrow and the fear. I want it to no longer exist.
“A tragedy, what happened to them. Their enemies breaking in in the dead of night to seek vengeance for all the crimes they’ve committed,” Silas says softly, his tone matter of fact. He looks me square in the face, sensing my heart as he always does. “Their enemies burned their corpses, set fire to the house and all within it until there was nothing left. Nothing left to find or remember.”
Can it be that easy? That simple? I realize then that it can. It will. Because Silas is at the helm. And Silas is a different breed, a different caliber. Silas, my monster, my lover, my maker, my champion, will keep his word.
I’m not afraid. Silas has erased all fear, turned my phobias into fancy. Given me a new life. I plan to make the most of it.
That night, I watch the remains of my father’s home burn to ash against the somber night sky. I watch as my dark memories fade into pure oblivion. All the while, Silas holds my hand, pressing kisses to my hair and whispering sweet words of reassurance and support.
“Brave boy. Good boy. You’re so strong. So beautiful. So worthy.”
I kiss him, deeply and with all the passion I possess. On his lips, I taste crimson liquid, potent and sharp. Blood. A taste I’ve come to associate with Silas. A taste I’ve come to love.
