Page 32 of Make Me Scream
“How many of these do you need?” he mutters to himself as he pulls out a few lighters at a time.
“More than you’d think,” I mumble.
“What was that?” he snaps, eyes darting to me. “Got something to say, pup?”
I shake my head, jaw snapping shut.
“Good.” He tries out a few lighters, growing frustrated when the first few don’t ignite, but when the fifth brings a flame and his smile is illuminated by it, I shiver involuntarily.
“Come here, Abel.” He pats his thighs, and I find myself pushing myself up on shaking legs, breath coming out in panting little gasps as I turn away from Peris and drop my ass into his lap. My own are shaking as Peris dips his head to press his face into my neck, his breaths hot and damp against my throat.
“Scared, runt?”
I don’t dare answer, but my responding tremble is answer enough. Peris chuckles darkly, and my entire body vibrates with it, blood and body singing. I moan, head rolling back onto his shoulder as I melt against him. His arms wrap around my waist, coming to rest against my hard dick squished against my pubic bone.
“Let’s get these off you.” Peris wedges his fingers beneath the band of my spank shorts and eases them off my hips. The second my cock is free from the confines of the spandex, I gasp and thrust my hips into the air, causing them to puddle to the floor at my feet, where he leaves them.
Peris hikes my skirt up my hips until it resembles a microskirt, leaving nothing to the imagination. I flush as he stares down at me, mouth grazing my sweaty flesh.
“Look at you, runt.” At his command, I scrunch my eyes shut, humiliation filling my veins. Fingers tangle in my braided hair, ripping strands from my scalp. The pain makes me gasp, and Iopen my eyes to find golden-green glaring into me. “I want you to look at yourself.”
“I don’t need to,” I rasp.
“Because you know how fucking hard you are for it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Good.” He leans forward and nips the tip of my nose, making me shudder. “But I still want you to look.” And so I do because he told me to—and Peris is in charge right now, by all the fucking power in my body because that’s what I want.What I need.
Precum is leaking from my hole, oozing onto the ruffles of my skirt that’s bunched underneath it, staining the material. I wince, wondering if that’ll come out, but then, Peris swipes his fingers through it, and I don’t care.
He brings them to my lips, and I lick it up. “What’s it taste like?” he whispers into my ear. I tongue his index and middle fingers, getting every bit of precum I can.
“Salty and a little musty,” I answer as honestly as I can. “Kind of tangy, I guess.”
“Tangy,” he muses, lips pursing. He trails his fingers across my exposed abdomen, tickling me before gathering a smidge more for himself. I gasp when his own tongue darts out, and Peris sucks my precum off his own finger, dark brows drawn together in contemplation.
“Yeah, pup, you’re right. Tangy. Just how I like it.”
“Jesus Christ.” I tremble.
“I do wonder,” Peris goes on as if I didn’t speak at all. The hiss of the spark wheel sounds like static in the room. I tense from head to toe, every muscle in my body locking on default. Peris chuckles, fingers still dancing over my body, meandering wherever he pleases. His lips flutter over my pulse point, and my head feels so heavy against his shoulders. “What it wouldfeel like to have one of your fucked up smileys here…” I nearly scream as plastic traces its way down my shaft.
“You want one there, puppy?” Peris licks from my collarbone to my ear, the tip of his tongue tracing the green stone in my stretched earlobe. My body is quivering with adrenaline, and nothing’s happened yet. “You can answer me.”
“I-I don’t…”
“Come on, Abel… Let’s be honest here.”
“Please.”
Peris pauses in his perusal for a moment, the drag of the lighter along my shaft stopping as well. “Repeat that for me, pup.”
“Please.” Softer but more certain. My voice doesn’t waver, and I don’t feel as sick as I say it. Because I mean it. I do want it. The blinding pain I know it’ll bring.
Because it will be—blinding and unreal.Surreal and unbelievable and all fucking mine.
Except it won’t be.
