Page 166 of Fixation
Harper is weightless in my arms, the shape of her familiar. Comforting. I’ve held people before, but none of them molded so perfectly into me.
“I need you in a way that isn’t healthy.” I’ve become addicted to her. There’s no one else to fix me. Not a thing in the world that I’m desperate for other than her. “I need total control, kitten. Absolute power.”
My cock gets harder as I climb up the stairs.
I can hardly think straight when we enter her bedroom.
“You’re saving me. You’re fixing me.” Harper made her bed, so I rip off the covers. Placing her on the mattress, I get to removing her clothes. “Need you. Need this. I’d burn the world down if you don’t let me have you. I’d kill everyone within a ten-mile radius. They’d send me to prison for it. They’d rip us apart.”
Her green gaze follows my movements, trying to understand what’s going on.
While she’s unable to move, she’s conscious and feel everything. Soon she’ll feel all of me.
“You must be confused.”
Tears roll down from her doll-like eyes.
“Yes, I can tell that you are.” Both my hands are on her thighs, parting her legs for me. She can’t do anything about it. Her body just obeys. Owning her like this, it’s something else. My blood is molten. I’m the most alive I’ve ever been. “I could’ve sedated you. Could’ve sent you into a deep sleep while I fucked your three holes. You’d have woken up with my cum dripping down your chin. Your cunt. Your ass. I could’ve had my way with you for hours, by myself. You’d have woken up pregnant.”
Imagining it while she’s there on the bed, spread and pink and swollen, ready for me to fuck babies into her, I almost come in my jeans.
Her naked body is and always will be my undoing. The marks she bears from my teeth, from my hands. From me. I love these
Her swollen ankle, it pisses me right the fuck off.
What soothes me is that once the swelling is done, it’ll be gone for good.
My marks will always be there. I’ll make sure of that.
I climb on the bed. Lick every patch of skin I’ve marked. Kiss wherever my mouth reaches.
“It wouldn’t have been right.” Tasting her pussy is the purest form of indulgence.
Her clit hardens against my tongue. Her arousal drips down my chin.
“You wouldn’t have remembered any of it.” The flesh of her thighs yields beneath my fingers as I push them farther apart. “I want you to remember. Want you to be here for this. The drug in your system guarantees that you will.”
I spare her the medical talk, about sleep paralysis and the truly disturbing formula my father scribbled in his damn notebook.
All it’d do is ruin this moment for us. Her pussy might stop fluttering against my lips. She wouldn’t soak the sheets.
I let my actions speak and let her body learn. I push her up the bed to eat her out. The pressure in my groin becomes unbearable, so I free myself, humping her mattress slowly.
“You’ll be aware of every depraved thing I do to you while you’re under.” I kiss her lips, nipping at them then add, “I’ll use your body.”
She can’t moan, but I know she wants to. I know she would cry out in pleasure when I shove my tongue inside her pussy as far as it’ll go like I do now.
“I’ll make you come so fucking hard while I treat you like my doll, and I’ll be better after that. Both of us will.”
Her tears are clear waterfalls streaking her cheeks. Her eyes are accusatory.
She agreed to this. To me. A version of me, anyway, when I told her I’d probably drug her again.
But I did lie about not drugging her today.
For that I’m…
Not sorry.
