Page 41 of Grotesque
Sharp nails dug into my skin as she pinched me. I withdrew slowly, finally pulling free of her tight throat and swollen lips to let my cock drag across her face.
Sorcha flipped onto her stomach, coughing and heaving for air. Tears, spit and cum covered her face, morphing it into a beautiful glistening mess. I grabbed her by the throat, pulling her to her knees, and kissed her. I forced my tongue into her mouth, savoring the way my cum mingled with her saliva. Her nails were like claws as she tangled them in my hair, pulling me down to her.
She broke our kiss just long enough to breathe against my mouth, “Fuck me. Please.”
I kissed her deeply. I couldn’t restrain the grin that spread over my face. Especially when a spark of fear entered her scent. She had given permission so easily, and she knew it.
“I will.”
“Now. Right now, please,” she begged.
I pulled her hair to the side as I crawled on top of her and sank my teeth into her neck. Her blood was as rich and hot as her cum. It was a wine I wanted to get drunk on.
She arched up, crying out. I slipped my fingers inside of her.So warm, I thought,and still dripping.Begging for me to fill her. From the corner of my eye, I looked toward the sky. It would be sunrise soon enough. I wanted to fuck her, badly, but I also didn’t want it to be quick. I would need more than a few hours to leave us both satisfied.
I worked my fingers in her hard while I drank, forcing her to orgasm again, and again. It was beautiful the way she came undone, how messy and vocal she was.
I felt her hand skim across my hips and then grasp my cock, which was still rock hard. She was straining, angling it down towards her center. When I didn’t move, she resorted to stroking it. With her other hand she squeezed my balls.
I ripped my fangs free. I needed to slow down, but it was impossible to think clearly around her. If I wasn’t careful, she could easily take control of the situation. I couldn’t allow her to think that she had any power over me.
“Please,” she said again.
I kissed her, mingling the taste of her blood with the lingering taste of both of our cum. An exquisite combination. “I will. But not tonight, little dove. I want you to think of me as you drift off to sleep. I want you to think of me in the morning when you wake, when lust does not cloud your mind.”
“Fuck me,” she hissed, but I knew it was a curse this time and not the demand it sounded like. “You’re a sick fucking bastard.”
I pushed her roughly onto her back and slid down her body, running my hands and tongue down her plush form, squeezing and tasting her as I went. “I am. I am going to do terrible things to you, Sorcha.” I kissed the inside of her knee and raised her leg as I slid off the bed, pulling her foot into the air so I could kiss its sole. “And you’re going to be begging, like you are now, for me to do them.”
I looked down the line of her leg to her pussy, dusted with its dark hair. Then up the curve of her stomach and the swell of her heaving breasts, before I landed on her flushed face. I’d never seen anything so divine.
I wouldn’t fuck her tonight, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t have another release.
“Rub your pussy,” I said. I was already rubbing my cock.
Sorcha’s eyes never left my cock as I stroked to her. Meanwhile, I was torn between watching her fingers play with her slit and the way her gorgeous face pinched and tightened. Or how her nipples hardened with her arousal.
“Fuck,” she panted. “I’m going to come again.”
“Do it. Come.” Power leeched into my voice. Her eyes widened and then there she was, coming and gushing over the bed oncemore. I jerked my cock and then I was coming with her, covering her tits and stomach with my seed.
The rush that entered my blood as she gave another part of herself to me made my eyes flutter closed. The feeling was nearly as euphoric as the post-orgasm bliss tingling through my body.
I grabbed her face and pulled her up. “Now go to sleep, Sorcha.” I kissed her. “I want you to fall asleep with my scent covering you.”
She nodded and kissed me in return. “When will you return?”
I ran a thumb over her lips. “When do youwantme to return?”
She chewed her lower lip. “Tomorrow?”
I arched a brow. “My, you are a greedy little thing.”
“Stop playing games with me,” she huffed.
“But you love my games.”
“I do.” She was practically clay in my palms. So different from the others, to the ones who came before. Them, I had needed to woo with pretty illusions and soft words. To go gently lest I frighten or scandalize them into a bout of pretend guilt. All that time and effort, wasted. And yet here was Sorcha, my wicked, wanting, perfect pet. All here, and all mine.
