Page 26 of Defined and Defiled
Invest in a bigger bookshelf
Richard leads me out of the school. I have to practically jog to be able to keep up with his long legs. We are roughly the same height now,the top of his binding matching the top of my bun.
“I’m still mad at you.” I lie.
Richard rolls his eyes.
“No, you’re not.”
When we reach the parking lot, Richard takes one look at my sad car baking in the sun and turns back to me.
“Are you too mad to allow me to take you home?”
I look between Richard and my car.
“I know I’m not the best driver, but even I think a book might be a little unsafe.”
Richard laughs.
“No, like this.” It feels odd to have Richard wrap his arms around my waist. It’s even more strange to feel a sudden lightness as his ‘S’ glows and he starts to fly.
I quickly wrap my legs around him, the sharp edge of corners digging into my legs. We hangin the air for a few seconds while I try to dislodge my heart from my throat. When Richard sets us back down, I fight back the urge to fall to my knees and kiss Mother Earth.
“You can’t just spring that on a girl!”
“But think of how much money you’ll save on gas.”
Again I look at my car sitting dejected in the empty lot.
“Okay, let me get a better grip this time.”
When Richard lifts us up again, he holds me against his side. My torso is flush with his spine, my hands holding onto the edges of his front and back cover. Both of Richard’s hands are full of my ass as we ascend.
It's hard to focus on anything other than the feel of the air in my hair and the sight of the school getting smaller and smaller. I yelp when the wind rips my bun out of the scrunchie that had been keeping it together.
"Are you alright?" Richard yells over the wind, holding me tighter to him.
"Yes. I was thinking we should have checked to see if you have a drawing of a parachute inside you."
When Richard chuckles at my joke, I can feel it move through him. His spine rumbles against me, vibrating on my core. It's not an unpleasant experience, and I have to fight the urge to rub myself on him like a cat in heat.
His spine is as intricately designed as the rest of him, a hard plane of beautiful leather and gold outlines. There are carved divets along the top and the bottom, with the bottom pressing into my pussy.
"I suppose we should talk about what happens next."
Each word from him makes that delicious movement of his spine against me. I find it hard to remember to hold on to him or listen to anything coming out of his cover.
"Shirley? Can you hear me?"
A low moan escapes my lips at his words.
"Hold on."
We're only halfway to my home when Richard descends on top of a house.
I struggle to untangle myself from him. Richard reaches for me and checks my face, which I'm sure is flushed.
"Was that too much? Are you alright?"
