Page 43 of Framed Obsession

My dick is getting hard all over again, and I adjust myself. She gives a bashful smile, the rosiness of her cheeks stained with the color. Her other hand grabs her breast. The pink peak, squished between her middle and ring finger.

I want to taste that too.

She moves faster, taking advantage of the position she's currently in. Whether she likes it or not, she will make herself come. If you can’t beat them, join them. Her breathing quickens, and she lets out a faint moan.

“Faster, baby. Dip your pretty little fingers into your pussy,” I growl. I watch as she dips one in first, removes it, then adds another. She pumps her fingers in and out slowly. Her back arches, giving her more of a reach. Her eyes are closed, focused on the pleasure she’s giving herself.

I take my phone out and snap a picture, not wanting to forget how beautiful she looks, pleasuring herself for me. Her hair is sprawled out perfectly around her, like a halo, adding light to the dim room.

“That’s it, my Little Flower. Just like that. Make yourself come,” I continue. She pumps fast at a steady pace. Her body prickled in shades of pink, and I know she's close. She moans loudly.

“Oh, fuck,” she says, and it's the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard in my fucking life. I’m still standing over her, watching her squirm beneath me. She freezes, then starts to shake. Her orgasm overcomes her. I bend down, getting on my hands and knees.

Once she lets her pleasure wave through her, she looks at me, noticing I’m close to her warm entrance. She pulls her fingers out and I quickly grab her hand, making sure she doesn't drop any of her sweet honey.

I lift my mask up, just enough to put her fingers in my mouth. My lips close around them and suck them clean. Fuck. She does taste as delicious as I thought. A low moan leaves the depths of my chest.

After making sure no drop is left, I run my tongue along her slit. She moves against me, getting closer. My tongue laps over every crevice, feeling the silkiness of her cleanly shaven pussy.

“Mmmh, yes. More,” she begs, but I don't comply. Instead, I pull away, lowering my mask back onto my face. Her expression written with pout. How cute.

“You already got off, baby. I just wanted to lick you clean. Next time, I won’t hold back.” I tell her in promise. She peers at me and I can see something in her eyes, like she is looking forward to seeing me again.

Don’t worry, my Little Flower. I’m coming for you.

Chapter 32

The Flower

Nope, nope, nope. I toss the picture into the garbage can. My shame without fail is hitting me hard today. Tossing the picture from last night is just the tip of the iceberg in forgetting the pornographic scene that occurred. Though I’m sure my stalker won’t.

I will admit, it was thrilling. I’m not entirely sure why I trusted him. The way he looks at me as if he wants me to just submit to him. I no longer recognize myself. How could I just let him do that to me? I can’t fault him, though. We both knew I wanted it too. And we both knew I enjoyed it.

I run my toothbrush under ‌warm water and place a commercial-sized glob of toothpaste on it. I run it back under the warm stream before plopping it into my mouth. I scrub and scrub and scrub. The feeling of him being in my mouth left my throat sore.

I rinse and gargle, spitting into the sink. I brushed last night, but the soreness is even more jarring today. I’m sure this is not how you get rid of the sensation, but it’s all I can think of right now.

I have to finish hanging the painting my father gifted me, since I was interrupted. My brain just remembered that I have no nails or screws to hang it on. I guess I have to make a trip to the store. Z should be home. I make my way out into the hall and knock on her closed bedroom door.

“Zoe? Are you here?” I ask, pushing my ear to the door. I hear faint noises on the other side, so I decide to knock again. I'm startled when the door flies open.

“What’s up?” Z asks, breathless. I cock an eyebrow and try to peer into the room behind her. She creaks her door shut a little more, leaving her slightly squished face between it and the frame.

“Uhh, want to go to the store with me? I need some things to hang this new painting my dad gifted me.” I stand there with my eyebrows still raised and curious.

“Yeah, I can tag along! J–Just give me a sec,” she says, shutting the door in my face. I give her a thumbs-up. Great. I decide to wait for her in the kitchen. I’m sure it’ll take more than a couple of minutes, anyway. She always takes forever to get ready, even if it's as simple as going to the store.

My fingers caress the petals of the last living bouquet on the counter island, feeling like soft velvet. I’m not the best at keeping plants alive. A green thumb never blessed me. The bouquets lasted long enough for me to enjoy them, though. It’s not every day that I get them, let alone getting more than I know what to do with all at the same time.

Death is so anomalous. Being brought into this world without a choice, yet it's a gift like no other. Experiencing and feeling everything that surrounds you. Even as a flower. Feeling the warmth and joy of the sun, yet contrasted by the cold and dreariness of the night. So beautiful, yet tragic at the same time.

I’m sorry, little flowers, I couldn't keep you alive for longer.

“Ready?” Zoe says, snatching my attention. She’s wearing a full face of make-up and looks ready to take on the world. The internal chuckle is ready to escape, but I push it down. I need to make sure that we stay on track with getting what we need. We have a bad habit of buying random things we never use. Nails and Screws and that's it.

We arrive at the nearest store, and I grab a cart because if I know Zoe as well as I think I do, there’s no way we are getting out of here with only two items. An annoying squeak comes in and out of the shopping cart’s wheels as I push it. Creating an annoying tone as we walk. I should've grabbed a different one. Zoe is clinging to my side like a toddler not wanting to get lost. Or perhaps I’m the toddler she’s not wanting to lose.

“Remember, we need nails, drywall screws, and I think that's it,” I tell her. She gives me a salute.