Page 14 of Headless Over You
“Scream it.”
“I . . .” He’s taking my breath away. I can’t speak.
“Tell me you want me to fill your tight, little hole with my cum. Now,” he barks.
I scream so loud, the townspeople are sure to hear. It's a bloody, piercing cry. “I want you . . .” He’s relentless. “To fill my . . .” I gasp in a breath, trying to get a sense of the world around me. “Tight, little hole with your cum.”
“That’s my girl.” He grunts, finishing inside me. His cum drips around him and down my slick legs. It’s warm and cold at the same time.
He fixes his pants and scoops me up into his arms.
“Little bird,” he whispers. “You are phenomenal. Thank you for making me whole again.”
“The talisman then, you’re free?” There’s sadness in my voice. I don’t want him to go.
“I’m not.” That shocks me.
“What do you mean?”
“This is not my talisman,” he says, holding out the necklace. “I was an atheist. I’d never wear a cross.”
“But . . .” I feel utterly defeated but also like it was too good to be true, finding them in the same place.
“I’m still bound to the Van Tassel curse I set until I get it back. I’m going nowhere, and even if I were to go . . .” He tilts my face up toward his. “Stay with me, Iris.”
“I will.” My eyes flit between his. They’re a beautiful golden green that shine in the moonlight. “What does the talisman look like? How will I know I’ve found it?”
“The Van Tassel son knows what it looks like, but should he give you trouble when asked, it’s a locket pendant.”
“And the journal?” I ask. “The pages that are missing, will they help you?”
“They wouldn’t hurt me. That journal is a record of the truth, and if I had any guesses on who would want that stifled, it’d be Jacob Van Tassel. I’d say they’re near the talisman. But if you can only get one . . .”
“I’ll prioritize the talisman, I swear to you.” I kiss him deeply, leaving that task for tomorrow. Our time is short and only counting down to a future of the unknown. I kiss him again and again, not able to pull myself away. His hold is gentle as he pushes me back.
“I must go. There’s still much to do. Tomorrow?” he asks as he walks to the stallion across the bridge.
“Tomorrow,” I promise him. By then, I will have the talisman and the papers. I will free him of this curse and learn what secrets Jacob Van Tassel is hiding.
TEN
Iris
There’sno time to waste as the school bells ring for the end of the day and I make my way to the front office. The high school is like the rest of town, unassuming and a little dull. An older woman sits in the chair of the reception desk.
“Hi, I’m looking for Kurt Van Tassel’s room?”
“Do you have an appointment?” she asks, peering over her glasses at me.
“Not necessarily. He told me to meet him here after school,” I lie easily.
“His is A300; it’s that way down the hall on your left.” I thank her and start that way.
Kids are filtering out of classes and going between lockers. Most of them stand taller than me, and it’s hard to fight my way through the dense crowd. I see A300 on a sign above a door to my far left.
“Excuse me,” I say, pushing through the last of the students leaving his room. He’s standing there in the doorway, seeing them off and looking at papers being handed in. “Kurt!” He looks up, and his face twists in confusion.
“Iris? What are you doing here?”
