When I pull out she gasps, sucking in breaths like she was my cock just a moment ago.
I groan, using one hand to jerk myself off to the image of her sucking my cock and swallowing it down her throat, and using the other hand to brace myself against the cold tiles. I eventually come with a violent shudder, and then I have to fight back a yawn. The combination of lack of sleep, the clean-up today, and the orgasm has taken it out of me.
I’m tempted to face her though, I want to feel her fury, her anger, and everything she can possibly throw at me. I want to look her in the eyes and push her back down. I want her to know that I know she is aware of who I am. I want her to know that I am aware of what I have done to her. I want her to know that I know all of these things, but that I don’t care either. I would do it all over again. She will know, and she will feel that she is mine.
Not tonight though. I’m tired as hell and not in any shape to be conquering my little flower’s body. Tomorrow, I am going to take her for myself once again, and I will fucking own her.
22
Violet
After trying and failing to drown myself in the shower that has finally started working, albeit not very well, I get out, dry off, and go to lie on the bed. I groan and cover my face with my arm. I’m so angry and hurt by what Z has done to me, standing me up for our date, then abducting me, and keeping me captive in what I assume is his fucking house.
All of those things, and then he has the audacity to come in here stealing orgasms from me, and fucking me raw and senseless. The feeling of betrayal is what stings the most though, and I just can’t seem to understand why he did this to me.
Confusion sweeps over me; my heart is torn by him. I want to hate him, but a part of me still clings to what he was to me before, when we only knew each other from the other side of a computer screen. Now there is so much conflict in my mind, I’ve both loved and hated the pleasure he has inflicted on me, but I’m losing myself more and more each day that I’m trapped here.
Is it wrong that I keep getting lost in daydreams of his eyes, the way his hair falls in front of them when he bends over me? I fantasize about him taking me, possessing me, and manipulating my body to his will. I think about the way he fills me up and moves against me. Shame and desire are warring through my blood, heating and chilling me at the same time.
When I think about it too long, I want to scream. I hate him so much, but I want him at the same time. I want the Z I had grown to care for, who I had hoped cared for me too. Now I'm not so sure he ever really cared at all. Wanted me. Yes, but cared for? I just don't know. I look at the pad and crayons I left haphazardly on the floor last night, and my hand twitches to write it all down. Maybe if it's written down I'll be able to see and think more clearly.
I grab the book and a few of the crayons that were scattered around and begin to write. Several pages later, I pause, looking down at the colored writing slanting across the paper and sigh. I don't feel any better for writing it down.
If anything, I feel even more confused by all of this. A part of me wants to see him, to look at his face and into his eyes, but I'm afraid of what I might feel if I do. The other part of me wants to k
ick him in the balls, give him the finger, and tell him to get fucked, which is so unlike me that I would probably never actually do that, as much as I may want to. A giggle escapes me at the thought, and then soon the giggles turn into hysterics and I’m sobbing again. I can’t take this loneliness and confinement anymore. I want and need to get out of this room, even if I still can’t get out of the house.
Once the tears have stopped, a small piece of resolve and hope takes over me. I take a long and shaky breath, then rip another sheet from the pad, grab another crayon and begin to write. This time I choose black, just like his eyes.
23
Z
I drag myself out of bed so early it's still nearly dark out so that I can take food and water to Violet before she wakes up. When I get to her door I see another note addressed to me, poking out from underneath the wooden barrier that keeps her enclosed in the room. After carefully placing the plate of fajitas I made and bottle on a nearby table, I bend down to snatch up the paper, quickly unfolding it.
Z,
I did mean what I said last night. I feel so fucking betrayed by you. I want to hate you, but I’m not sure if I really have it in me. A part of me still wants the you I met online. While the part of me that is here and now wants to punch you in the balls. I wanted to ask you something, could I possibly come out of the room? I hate the isolation and these same four walls so damn much. Please, I’m begging you to just let me out of the room. As much as I want you to let me out of here completely, I know the answer. So I’m not going to ask for that. Please, just let me free to wander the house. I beg you to consider this. Please. -V.
I almost want to laugh at her note, but the thought of letting her out, and being able to wander around this space doesn't sit well with me. She'll try to find a way to escape if I let her out of the room. The begging is fucking cute though.
A dark grin lights up my face as an idea comes to mind, one that my cock likes the thought of very much. She can beg if she wants to, from her damn knees in front of my cock.
I fold the note closed and put it in my pocket, considering how I’m going to get her to do it. After thinking for a moment, I make a quick decision and pick up the plate and bottle again, unlocking the door and entering her room. I put them down in the usual spot and turn to observe her sleeping form. I'm disappointed to see that she is wearing her nightie again, although her bra is noticeably absent and her nipples poke through the material, showing me exactly where they are.
I lean over her, brushing her loose hair out of her face and run my hand down her body, pausing to cup her tits and run my thumbs over her nipples, which peak even more at the contact. They are so sensitive to my touch, and I want to caress them until they are raw and she is begging me to stop. I lift the blanket from her body, and slowly inch her panties down her legs, spreading them once they are gone, opening her gorgeous little cunt up to me, but being careful not to wake her up until I'm ready.
I quickly shed my jeans and boxers, and climb onto the bed, moving between her open thighs. I lean into her until I'm only inches away from her cunt when I wake her.
“Violet, my little flower, it’s time to wake up.”
When she starts to stir and slowly opens her eyes I dive into her, sucking and licking at her clit violently with my tongue, inching my fingers into her as she starts to get wet beneath my tongue. She jolts under me with a whimpered moan, her involuntary movement pushing her cunt further onto my face and fingers.
“Ohhh God,” she moans, her fingers winding into my hair and tugging, which only encourages me to continue my lavish attention.
“Don’t stop,” She breathes out.
I smile into her cunt, before withdrawing my wet fingers and replacing them with my tongue, pushing it up into her. She nearly screams when I do that, and she starts to pant. Goddamnit, her fucking taste in my mouth, I can’t get enough.