Page 92 of Heartless Heathens
I knew firsthand of that.
Because if karma existed it had long forgotten to check Claüde Frollo’s transgressions for equal distribution. There was no equivalent exchange here. He kept his prayers loud but when he confessed, he left it short. No, karma or any force like it, was long gone from this planet. We had to create our own destiny. Forge it with our very hands and defend it with our mouths as if our tongues were weapons against deceit.
I’d never known the truth.
Maybe that’s what I’d been missing this whole time.
“Breathe,” Sonny demanded from behind me, barely giving me time to comply before shoving something slick and cold inside of me and stretching my walls to the brim.
I gasped. Clenching the sheets under my fists and turning my head to the side to look back at him so I could try to figure out what he’d just put inside of me.
It was usually colorful toys but this didn’t feel like anything we’d played with before. I heard the bottle of lube, and he squeezed out the liquid and dripped it onto my butt. I bit my lip in anticipation, knowing what was about to happen and bracing myself for it. I’d snagged a dirty book from Reesa, about some mythical creatures, that was three hundred pages of mostly sex. After my fifth time reading it in a day, I embarked on a personal mission to earn the same amount of pleasure for myself.
Sonny inserted a slickened finger into my puckered hole, pushing through slowly before working it in and out. I moaned into the sheets, hearing his chuckles of contentment with himself while he moved the object in and out at the same pace his finger pleasured my puckered star.
“I want to hear you, Romina.”
“Oh God!” I moaned out as he picked up his speed and rammed the object deeper inside of me. “I’m gonna come Sonny.”
He inserted a second lubed up finger and worked it in and out of my tightest hole, pushing down so that I could practically feel his fingers through the thin skin that separated it from whatever else was inside my pussy.
“Can you feel that?” He asked and I nodded, purposefully antagonizing him without my words so that he would do it harder.
He slammed it into me, stars kaleidoscoping through my eyelids as I came in rapid tremors, my body quaking with his fingers still inside of me. He didn’t stop until the last aftershock subsided, before pulling everything out slowly before heading for the bathroom. I stayed there, legs jello, and spine turned to yarn as I breathed deeply and got my bearings back.
My mind was working rapid fire, like it almost always did. Sonny was confusing, he was the kind of unknown I imagined staring into a black hole would feel like. Too big, too terrifying, and all destroying. We’d never quite repaired the seam I tore into the fabric of our relationship but we kept going on as if nothing happened, as long I didn’t try to pry into his feelings again. As if he could already read me better than myself, he shook his hands off, walking back in from the bathroom, the tattoo above his eye already raised in question.
“What's on your mind?” he asked, taking a bite out of the very same cucumber I could now tell so clearly was just inside of me.
It looked smaller than it felt.
Which only made me think how much bigger he’d feel inside of me.
“Well, it’s just that. When you do things to me, it’s always with your hands or something else.” I said, eyeing the cucumber and he pointed it to me in offering as if I was suggesting I wanted a bite.
I shook my head, looking down in embarrassment, not able to believe the words are actually coming out of my mouth.
Who was I becoming because of them?
“You’re wondering why I haven’t stuffed my big, giant cock inside your tight little pussy yet.” He didn’t ask, he’d already read my mind. I bit my lip, trying to fight the heat that was scorching in my cheeks and he chuckled.
“Has Felix fucked you yet?” he asked and I shook my head.
“Come back to me when he does.” He said, and I frowned at his words, not sure how a cucumber was somehow different than having him inside of me.
“You can do everything else to me, but you won’t do that?” I scoffed. “Is this just some sort of joke between you? Felix licks me to death while you shove whatever you can inside any hole of mine you see fit, but you won’t have sex with me?” I crossed my arms, becoming a bit furious at the situation.
“Did Felix tell you he won’t?” He seemed amused to learn that, but with Sonny it was hard to tell the difference between amused and utterly pissed off.
“I mean, basically.” I looked away, thinking of every time my attempts went unacknowledged or redirected.
“I’ve corrupted you enough Pet. I want no part in the removal of the last bit of your innocence. When you come to me, I want it fully stripped away, I want you bare and covered in sin.”
“And for someone who isn’t you to have had sex with me?” I clarified in a question.
“Someone else? Let me find some other man between your legs that isn’t one of us, and I’ll deliver you his severed cock myself.” The seriousness in his tone was enough to make the hairs on my arms stand up.
“That doesn’t sound fair.”
