Surely, you wouldn’t mind.
Slowly, I dragged it up your body, and your stomach, soft and warm, expanded with each breath. Stretch marks marred your hips, but I didn’t mind. They looked perfect on you—like stripes that showed how full and healthy you were.
Maybe if we were really married, this would be part of our perfect nightly routine. Would you like that? To be drugged and allow your loving husband to explore your body in every way that made me happy?
I could already imagine what it would be like to come home to you after a long day. Watching you cook for me, clean for me, serve me on your knees. You’d watch me with a smile on your face, and then you’d bathe me before I bathed you.
Afterward, I’d carry you to bed and put a mask over your nose and mouth, and watch as the drugs overtook your senses. You’d fight your sleep—because of course you would—but then you’d give in, and you’d never know all the things I did to you.
Maybe I’d film it, so you could watch it during the day while I worked. I’d make you wear a vibrator I controlled, and I’d set up a camera so I could watch a livestream of you getting off to your husband using your incapacitated body.
I blinked, and the fantasy melted away, the reality of my life—our lives—settling in around me. While lost in thought, I must’ve bunched your shirt higher. It was up around your arms, exposing your body. Your nipples were hard, and your breasts were the perfect handful. Your toes were painted a dark maroon, same as your fingernails.
You were fully exposed to me. You couldn’t hide anything anymore.
I slid from the bed and pulled your clothes the rest of the way off. There was stubbly hair between your legs, not that I cared either way. And as you laid there, head still cocked, body on display, I ground my palm against my cock over my jeans.
Your laptop was at the foot of the bed, the screen dark. I wondered what had been so important that you’d given up sleep to write. For a moment, I contemplated lurking through your digital files, but that would come later. After I had my fun with you, but before the drugs wore off completely.
I set it on the table under the TV and turned back to you, staring at your naked body sprawled out before me like my personal toy. I dropped my hand to the button on my jeans and slid it through the hole.
It was time.
FIVE
I’ll be honest,I’d never been so nervous before. I didn’t really understand why you had this effect on me. I wasn’t worried about getting caught—if you figured out my little secret, all I had to do was kill you. It would be simple enough.
But the thought of being without you made a pit open up in my stomach, and it was hard to breathe. The thought of driving my blade straight into your heart made my cock ache like nothing else could, but somehow, I knew the aftereffect wouldn’t be as blissful as it usually was.
I knew that taking your life, hanging your resting spot on a canvas in this room, wouldn’t bring me the same giddy peace as it did when I killed the others. You were different.
But I didn’t know why.
So I allowed myself to play. To touch and explore your body like it already belonged to me.
Gripping your ankles, I dragged you to the center of the bed. Your hair fanned out around your head, and your arms laid out straight on either side of you. I quickly got rid of my clothes, and climbed onto the bed, straddling your chest.
Your lips were soft. From the first moment I saw you, I knew this was what I wanted—to be inside you. To feel your mouth wrapped around me.
Gently, I pried your jaw open. Your lips parted, and a small breath floated out. Your eyes rapidly shifted under your lids, like you were searching for me. I smoothed my fingers down your cheek, before hooking my thumb behind your bottom teeth, keeping your mouth wide.
My cock was hard and leaking, and I gently guided it toward your lips. I was caught between wanting to drop my head back to enjoy the warmth of your mouth, and wanting to watch you take my cock down your throat.
Precum coated your tongue, and a breathy, whispery moan left you, and it only made my cock throb harder. Even in your sleep, you knew what would make me crazy. You wanted this—I knew you did.
Your throat was relaxed, and I was able to easily slide inside. I groaned as I watched your lips stretch taut around the base of my cock, your tongue hot and warm against the underside, your throat contracting around me, like you were trying to swallow me whole.
The headboard steadily thudded against the wall as I fucked your mouth. I threaded my fingers in your hair and fisted it, keeping your head in place. Every thrust sent my cock all the way down your throat, and sometimes you’d gag, or tears would leak from the corners of your eyes, but otherwise, you didn’t move. You didn’t react.
I’d done this with tons of other women, and most of them had more of a reaction than you did. Even in their sleep, they fought to keep the intruder out. But you…
It was like you fought to keep mein.
My muscles tremble, and my lower stomach tightens. I felt the familiar tingle building inside me, and I didn’t hold myselfback—I fucked your mouth harder, thrusting so hard the bed coils began squealing.
You took it, over and over, every fucking inch, until finally, I pulled back. I wrapped my fist around my wet cock and stroked it over your face, my lip between my teeth as I aimed for your mouth.
The first rope of cum landed in your hair, the next across your nose, until it finally landed in your mouth. More and more, filling you up until it began leaking out. And then I sat back, careful not to put all my weight on your body, and stared at the mess I’d made of you.
