Page 31 of Capturing Ava
Her body still shakes as I pull my hand out of her, her eyes wide and tears still fall. Her breathing is not regulating. I slide my hand across her face. “Breathe, you did so well, taking all of me. Such a good girl.” I rasp.
She watches as I undress, her eyes widening once more. She didn’t think her torment was over. I had smelt her, felt her and yet, I hadn’t fucked her. Not the way I needed to, anyway. Crawling between her legs and positing my cock at her centre. “This might sting,” I warn her as I push my cock deep within her dripping hole. She cries out and tears once again stream down her face. Reaching up, I uncuff her arms and give her the freedom to stop the ferocious fuck she was about to receive, but she doesn’t even try.
She moves her arms across my neck and pulls me close. “It hurts,” she cries. “It hurts so damn much.” Her fingers dig into my back. “But don’t stop.” She moaned. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“Oh, I wasn’t planning on stopping,” I whisper. Forcing my body to crash against hers, I can feel every part of her as my cock moves inside of her. The pleasure crashes through every nerve in my body. Fuck. I don’t want to stop. I want to fuck her just like this. Her legs wrap around my body, pulling me tighter against her.
My hips thrash against hers. Fuck. She feels so fucking good. I want to stay buried within her. This—this felt like home. My cock moves inside of her. I can feel the pulsing as the pleasure intensifies. Pushing her legs and wrapping them over my shoulder, I need to feel everything. All of her. Claim this little pussy as mine. She screams over and over once I hit her pussy as I deep as I can go. She’s so fucking tight, so fucking wet, and yet I need more of her.
Grabbing her neck, I hold her in place, pinned to the bed by my cock. I feel her sink into the bed. Her screams hold no words. They are an incoherent mess; she struggling to scream, let alone speak. “Fuck. You’re so fucking good, baby, so fucking good.” I pound into her like her pussy is going to disappear. Her screams are louder, more painful. “Fuck me, you take my cock so well. So fucking well.” I gasp.
She’s fucking soaked my cock. It’s a slippery mess down there, but it feels so fucking good. The pleasure crashes against me once more as my grip on her throat tightens. I can see the marks across her skin from how tightly I hold her in my hands. Thrusting harder and faster, I can feel my cock shudder from deep within me as I feel my cock explode and empty everything she had instilled inside of me into her pretty little dripping cunt.
I collapse against her body in a sweaty mess, panting against her skin. Tears still drip from her face. “I told you it would sting, baby.” pulling out of her, I smile as I see my blood-smeared cock. Her bed is a mix of blood and cum, and it’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever witnessed.
Moving away from her, I hold my hand out. “Oh god, what now?” She looks terrified. I can almost see the fear that moves across her face, but as she tries to take my hand, she cries out in pain.
“Stay there,” I command.
“It’s not like I can go anywhere, anyway.” She responds.
I’m not gone long before I walk back towards her, carrying a bowl and placing it on the floor beside the bed. “Chase, I can’t take anymore,” she cries. “I can’t—,” I push a finger to her lips as I take the cloth from the bowl and slide it across her sore pussy. She gasps when the warm, wet cloth hits her pussy. “What—what are you doing?”
Sliding the cloth up and down her pussy and dabbing to ease her pain, I move and, giving her some comfort because once again I feel her relax. “I’m cleaning you up.”
“But why?”
I shrug my shoulders as I continue massaging her pussy with the warm cloth, dipping it into the water. I wring it across her pussy and watch as the warm water splashes across her pussy. She hisses when the water first hits her, but after a while, she relaxes once as it soothes her.
Once I have bathed her and made sure that her pain is minimal, I crawl back onto the bed and take her in my arms. Stroking her hair and soothing her until she fell asleep in my arms.
This moment was bittersweet because when Ava woke up everything would be different. Everything would change and she would never look at me the same. She would never lay with me like this. This moment would never be the same. Soon she would hate me, hate the monster behind the mask, and what we shared today wouldn’t matter to her, but for me, I could cherish it. I could remember it when she looked at me with hate.
Even if she couldn’t appreciate the moment we were sharing right now, I would. I always would appreciate anything that I got from her. She was the light that lit up my darkness and as long as I could have a crack of light, I would know I was alive.
She stirs in my arms as morning breaks. I can hear her sweet groans in my ear as her eyes flutter open to look at me and a pretty little smile spreads across her face. I was wrong. The moment I thought I needed to keep wasn’t her in my arms. It was this moment. Right now.
“Morning.” She smiles.
“Morning. How do you feel?”
“A little sore, but satisfied.” She smiles.
I hated myself. I hated myself for what I had to do. This was how it should have been ten years ago. Maybe she would have been my wife by now if she hadn’t flitted into the night with my bank balance. Maybe things would have been different, but it wasn’t. The gloominess of reality hit me and I was about to break her heart, just like she had broken mine.
It’s what I thought I wanted. It’s what I thought my goal was to hurt her just like she had hurt me, but as I look down at her flushed, smiling face, I don’t want that. I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want to break her heart. I knew if I did that, I would only break my heart.
My hand crawls across her face. “You are something special, Ava. Do you know that?” She screws her nose up at my comment. “Falling for you was my greatest adventure.” I can see the tears welling in her eyes but I knew that feeling wouldn’t last, her tears of happiness would soon turn to tears of sadness. “Why don’t you get dressed?” I offer. She just smiles and moves from the bed. Leaving me all alone so the coldness could once again creep across my soul.
I watch as she slips the jeans across her tiny frame. Christ, even in jeans, she looked fucking delicious. She had curves to die for and I would die for her if it meant even for a moment; I had her heart. Once she’s dressed, I walk towards her, slipping my arms around her waist as I hear her contented sigh. “I will always cherish our time together, sweet Ava.”
She twists in my arms, turning to look at me with uncertainty displayed across her face. “Are you going somewhere?” I shake my head. “Then why does it feel you are saying goodbye?”
“This is not goodbye. This is more like—,” I stroke her face one last time. “Hello,”
“Hello? I don’t understand.”
Moving away from her, I push my hands to the bottom of the mask. I knew the day would come when I would have to reveal my face, but I didn’t think it would come so fast. It was supposed to be on my terms when I was ready. Oh, who was I fucking kidding? I would never be ready. Not for this. My fingers grip the bottom tightly and I push the mask from my face, letting it slip from my fingers and falling to the ground.
