Page 108 of Let the Game Begin
“G… Gently… I can’t breathe.” The blond beneath me complained about the way I was squeezing the back of her neck and how I had her other hand pinned against her hip. I was using my weight to flatten her, fucking her crudely and pounding all my frustration into her. I was sure that if the Tigress could see me right now, she would run like hell in the other direction.
“Shut up and the enjoy the moment because this going to be your first and last time with me.” I rarely fucked anyone more than once. Jennifer, Alexia, and Babygirl were only exceptions.
With Selene, though, everything was different. I tried to think about Kimberly with her, but I couldn’t manage it.
“You’re hurting me…”
I silenced the girl underneath me by using my hands to tilt her neck back, driving my hips into her with even more force. If she had kept talking, I might have broken her back. Fortunately, that wasn’t necessary.
The more I moved, the more she moaned, grasping the sheets in her fingers. Her spread thighs writhed in an attempt to get some relief and her toes curled. Her pale skin had turned red and glistened with sweat, as did her forehead and the hair at the nape of her neck. I hoped she would come soon because the smell of her arousal was starting to bother me.
At that point, the blond came for a second time in ten minutes, and after three more strokes, I came as well, filling the condom with my hot seed. Sex for me was like playing a game of cards with nothing at stake.
I clambered off the girl’s now-inert body and tossed the condom into the trash. She stayed prone on the bed, and if I hadn’t seen her back rising and falling, I would have thought she’d collapsed. Her eyes were hooded, her mouth hanging half-open, and her hair was disheveled, but I could only imagine the kind of state I was in. I stank of sex, and both our noses wrinkled in irritation.
“The stories are true. You do fuck like an animal,” she whispered, giving me a satisfied look in the dim half-light of the room. I was still nude, my head spinning from the orgasm, but I felt nothing inside.
“Get out,” I answered shortly, and she turned to look at me incredulously.
Her body was completely exposed now, and I could get a good look at her. She didn’t have anything the others’ didn’t: she was blond and hot. And when she looked at me, she saw a normal, good-looking guy who was great in bed, and she never suspected the deviant monster-victim that I concealed within.
The girl left without bothering me any further, and I took a long shower to scrub her tongue, her smell, and her sweat from my skin. I didn’t get out of the shower stall until the smell of bath gel was so strong that it had imprinted itself upon my nostrils.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and brushed my teeth, scrubbinguntil my gums were bleeding again. Then I rinsed the toothpaste and spit into the sink, making note of how the white foam mingled with the smears of blood.
I wiped my lips with the towel and turned off the faucet, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I frowned when I noticed a purple mark on my neck and a few more on my chest. My lips were red and swollen. I ran my tongue over my upper teeth and tasted the fresh mint that permeated my palate. Then I put my hands on the marble countertop and stared at my eyes with their strange yellow-gold color, streaks of bronze visible only in the reflected light.
Was it my unusual eyes that had attracted the attention of that evil woman? I scoffed at myself with a fixed smile and thought about how truly different sex with Selene had been.
I had been captivated by her.
I kept on taking my blonds to bed, but the only person I really wanted was the redhead with the ocean eyes.
My Neverland.
My fairy.
My tigress.
My Goody-Two-shoes…
“Tink…” I whispered, giving voice to my thoughts. I just wanted to use her again, because when I did, I wasn’t thinking about Kimberly for the first time in a long time. I could feel something closer to human, less different from everyone around me.
The next moment, something appeared in my reflection that snapped my single thread of reason. It was him again, the child. I sighed and prepared myself for what he had to say.
“You like her…” murmured the Peter Pan who lived inside me, holding tight to my memories.
The attraction I felt toward my beautiful tigress was palpable, a visceral want that had me imagining her naked underneath, though I was well aware that I’d never be able to give her anything other than sex.
“We can’t have her, and you know it too,” I told the Boy in the mirror, who fixed me with an insolent stare and an unpredictable smirk. “There’sno Neverland for us. There’s nothing but reality,” I added impatiently. Both of us longed to escape, but we were trapped together in my soul.
“There’s nothing but blond women who remind us that we’re not victims anymore, you got me?” I told him, tired of fighting with myself.
For a second—a fraction of a second—I thought about how much I missed talking to Dr. Lively. He was the only person capable of listening to both me and what lived inside me. I ducked my head, ending my internal monologue, and spotted my iPhone lying right next to my hand. I saw the tiny circle of the front camera and immediately snatched it up and turned it face down. I sighed in relief but too soon: now the back camera was pointing up at me. I was motionless as I stared at it, getting lost in the darkness of that tiny lens that wanted to draw me in, confound my subconscious and take me far away from this reality.
And thus the memories began…
“Smile, Neil.” Kim aimed the lens at me. She had rummaged through my father’s stuff and found an old Argus C3 camera that she’d been turning over in her hands for several minutes.
