Page 183 of Satan's Spawn
Cried, nearly threw up?
Mercy was nowhere to be found, and I deserved it.
So fuck you Felix Crimson.
“No he shouldn’t,” I tell Crayton, and he bites his bottom lip.
“Good girl, now lower those straps slowly, expose yourself to me.”
Crayton is demanding, but tender given the circumstances.
He surprises me at every turn, proving time and time again he has the ability to show empathy.
His focus is on Felix for a mere three seconds. “Try and turn to look at what’s mine, or bite me motherfucker, and you’ll be on the express train to meet your maker.”
I guess that’s why he made sure I was out of Felix’s eye shot.
All Felix does is continue spewing pleas, even offerings of money in a fruitless attempt to avoid what’s about to happen.
Crayton is an unstoppable force, and I want nothing more than to be a part of his destruction.
I lower each spaghetti strap like he demanded, slowly and sensually, and Crayton’s eyes don’t leave my body the entire time. He’s studying me again, like I’m that foreign entity he’s trying to understand.
Like he’s trying to break past a barrier only he can see.
He unzips his pants, pulling out his cock which is not only way bigger than Felix’s, but there’s a shiny ring around the tip of it.
I’ve never been more salty with sconces than I am at this moment.
Because now that I’ve gotten the chance to see how perfectly long, thick, andstylishCrayton’s dick is, I’m actually feeling a bit jealous of Felix.
Not enough to stop this, though. This is, like, deep-dark-corridors-of-your-mind kind of hot. Never-dare-to-mention kind of hot. And I’m living vicariously through it.
“Do you want to see my breasts?” I ask Crayton when he starts tugging, making himself hard.
Felix is mumbling something under his breath, probably wishing for a quick death at this point, but me and Crayton are still in our bubble.
Just us.
No one else.
“Yes,” he says through a grunt, as if he’s in pain, but rubs himself harder.
“Please stop…” Felix whimpers, and Crayton tells him to shut up as I lower the top of the dress under my bra.
Crayton’s speed picks up as he says, “Bra too.”
So I reach behind my back and unclasp the small metal hooks, shrugging and allowing the bra to fall freely to the ground.
My breasts stand pert and heavy, my nipples hard from my arousal and the chill in the air. They’re hidden partially behind my waves, so I take it upon myself to brush the strands behind my shoulders for him.
Crayton takes all of me in, and when I glance at his cock again I can see it’s fully erect.
“Do you want me to touch myself?” I ask when his lip twitches, eyes still glued to my chest.
“No.” His voice is strained. “Just hide the cross.”
It’s an odd request, but okay.
