Page 67 of Ecstasy
It was just me and Dad.
I think about when I was held under in a bathtub.
I think about what it was like, not being able to breathe. Knowing if I did, I’d die.
“Don’t hurt me,” she whispers again.
And it’s only then I realize what she’s doing. She doesn’t think I’ll hurt her.
This is part of the game.
“Eli, don’t hurt—”
“Shut the fuck up.” I wrap my arm around her throat, cutting off her words, my eyes flying open. She sucks in a breath, trying to squirm out of my grip, splashing in the shallow water. I glide my free hand down her stomach, and she freezes, not fighting me.
This is what she wants.
I inhale against her neck but all I can smell is fucking chlorine, not her usual dark scent. It kind of pisses me off. But I still kiss her, suck her skin between my teeth. She whimpers, trembling again in my arms.
I cup her between her thighs, then rub my fingers against her clit.
She gasps as I loosen my hold on her throat.
“You like that, baby girl?”
She murmurs, squirming a little on the steps, her ass brushing against my cock.
I rub her faster and she’s panting, her heart pounding in her neck. I can feel it against my arm.
“Come for me, baby,” I tell her. “I want you to come for me.”
And then she grips my forearm, digging her nails in as she gasps, her thighs spread wide as I slip a finger into her as she comes, squeezing around me.
“That’s it, baby girl.” I kiss her neck again as she moans, arching into me. My cock is fucking aching, but I know we don’t have much time left tonight. “Good girl,” I whisper against her ear and she finally stops squirming, catching her breath in my arms.
Slowly, I slide my fingers out of her, then grab her face, twist her head around so she’s looking up at me with wide eyes.
“I like you,” I tell her, my lips moving over hers. “I like you a lot.”
She doesn’t answer me with words. Instead, she twists in my arms. “Move up,” she tells me, her words ragged. “Move up to the top step.” She grabs my cock through my swimsuit, her eyes still on mine.
I do as she says, coming to sit on the top step.
She’s on her knees on the one below it, and she undoes the Velcro on my shorts. “Let me,” she whispers in the dark.
I shift my hips, and she pulls my shorts down to my knees.
She grabs my cock, still keeping her eyes on mine, then she dips her head, taking me in her mouth.
And nothing has ever felt that fucking good.
I thread my fingers through her hair, thinking about her on her knees for Jamal. About Alex coming in and watching.
Alex will forgive her for that shit, because he thinks he’s just biding his time, picking up her pieces until she’s whole again. But he doesn’t see what I see in her. She’s not broken.
She’s not looking for someone to save her.
She’s looking for someone to drown with her.
