Page 18 of The Last Feast
I blow out all the air in my lungs as I sink into the floor. It allows her to push the rounded handle into me, and she supports the extra weight in the crook of her elbow to stop it from slipping further.
“Such a good boy,” she coos as she scrapes her blunt nails down my spine.
Hana slowly fucks me with the handle of the ax, only allowing me an inch until I get used to the feeling and rock back. She works in another inch as she shallowly thrusts into my ass, glee shining in her bright eyes. “Your worthless dick is crying.”
Why the fuck does her degradation take the shameaway? It should add to it when she’s voicing the same thoughts I have every single day. Yet, it doesn’t. Knowing she sees me, really sees me the same way I do myself, somehow counteracts it. The very fucking thing I’ve been afraid of is taking the burden away.
I sink deeper into the floor, allowing her to take control of my body as I mumble, “I’m sorry.”
First to myself.
I’m broken. Fucked up beyond repair, but the apology is for her too, because no one breaks without force, and she’s broken too.
11
CONDUCTOR
AUGUSTE
When Hana has worked four inches into me, she traces a ring around my stretched hole. “It’s so pretty.” Then, she stands with her hand tucked under the handle to balance the weight, her eyes firmly fixed on my ass.
Ineedto come.
So badly, my heart races in anticipation of how she’ll look at me once that happens. At this moment, she watches me like I’m a work of art, something to be admired, but when I release, she’ll be horrified.
Only, she doesn’t touch my dick as I fuck myself on the handle she’s drizzling with more oil. Instead, she steps over it with one leg so she’s straddling it, resting the ax head on the spotlight. The sharp point digs into the metal so it doesn’t move as she lowers to a squat over the handle. She keeps one handwrapped around it to control the depth as she slowly grinds down, her eyes rolling back as her soft moans float up.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as she controls the pace. Each pass of her hips lightly moves the handle inside me, fucking me back until we match the other’s rhythm.
She’s fucking beautiful.
Her tits are perfect, with pale pink nipples, small brown freckles dotting the sides, and she squeezes them with one hand like she’s offering them to me while riding the ax to fuck me harder. She’s like a witch; it wouldn’t surprise me, considering the sorcery she’s used to pull me in.
But as she rides the metal, and I do too, we can’t tear our eyes off each other through the mirror. She leans forward, changing the pressure inside me. My eyes roll back in my head as every nerve ending in my body comes alive. The deep pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before; even during my experimental release, it was never this fucking potent.
And when she grabs the leash to pull my head back, I move faster. Needing more. Needing her.
“Fuck me,” I rush out, my voice strained as I attempt to claw back my whimpered moans. “Fuck me, now. Please, baby.”
With her free hand, she lifts the bottle of oil and slowly pours it down her body. Her skin glistens as it travels from her collarbones to her navel, dripping down to race along the metal into me.
“Little more,” she moans. “You’re so beautiful like this. Look at you, Jamie.” She tugs on the leash. “Look how powerful you can be when you give me what I want.”
The sharp leather edge of the belt cuts into the delicate skin below my lip, making it look like I’m pouting at her. It only makes her eyes sparkle like gems.
“I want to feel you. Just once,” I beg. “Please. Kill me after. Let me feel you wrapped around me.”
If she’ll be disgusted by me, I’d rather see it as she lays beneath me than reflected at me from different angles in the mirrors like she is now.
“No,” she snaps, pulling my head further back before drizzling the oil over my back.
“Hana, please,” I moan as I push further back, taking more, needing her to touch my dick while she fucks my ass. “Please, baby. Fuck, I just want to feel you while you fuck me. Please, I’ll do anything.”
“Tell me to kill her.”
My head is roughly pulled back to stare up at the ceiling, where Odette still hangs. I’ll hate myself for this, but I want this woman behind me more than the one above me.
“Kill her,” I say without any emotion.
