Page 79 of Lilies from Hell

I stifle a sound as I feel something cold fall on my head, then he begins to massage my scalp very slowly with the shampoo before bringing the shower head, washing away the dirt and shampoo from my hair. The warm water and his hands massaging my scalp relax my muscles, and a pleasant sound escapes my lips. When he places his hands on my waist, I feel a small current run through me from the lower part of my belly to my chest. As I turn toward him unexpectedly, I open my eyes and, almost unconsciously, rest my hands on his abdomen and then wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me up, holding the lower part of my arse.

“I love you,” he whispers close to my lips. I feel every empty space inside me filling up, allowing my lungs and heart to function with more vitality. The blood in my veins runs so fast that it makes me tremble, but his arms hold me so tightly that it’s barely noticeable.

I bring his mouth close to mine in a slow, careful kiss that shows what my lips are currently unable to say. He puts me back on the floor, but not before giving me a small kiss on the lips. Then he takes the hose to his wound, rubbing it to remove the dried blood from the spot.

Once we are both clean, we get out of the shower. In less than a minute, I have my body wrapped in a towel that he brings me. Sometimes I think he knows my room better than I do.

“Thank you,” I whisper, securing the towel and making sure it doesn’t fall. Then I start drying myself with my back to him.

When I turn around, I find myself completely alone, which I take advantage of to put on my panties more calmly, getting rid of the towel completely. He soon returns with a black T-shirt in his hands, and on impulse I cover my breasts with my hands as I watch him approach with a deeper frown than usual. Then he drops the T-shirt somewhere in the floor and holds my face, showering me with kisses.

“You are the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen, and that will never change, no matter what.” His firm words and gentle caresses on my cheeks warm something in my chest.

I part my lips, pushing myself up and brushing our noses together. He rests his lips on my nose for a few milliseconds before moving back a few inches and pulling the T-shirt over my head, then my arms. Right now, I feel like some kind of doll.

“You don’t have to do that.” Ignoring my words, he motions for me to sit on the toilet seat, and when I do, he begins to comb my hair, getting rid of the knots.

“Does it hurt?” I shake my head, the corners of my lips curling upward into a small smile.

I know he’s not a good person and that he’s capable of doing terrible things, if he hasn’t done them yet, but when I’m with him I feel things I can’t even describe. I just love him. I love him so much it hurts, and I’m terrified that he’ll disappear like in some kind of dream, leaving pieces of a broken heart behind him.

He brings his lips to my head and places the comb on the sink. I think about getting up, but his hands on my shoulders stop me.

“You’ve straightened your hair again,” he says distractedly as he begins to run his fingers through my hair. I let out a sigh as I feel a pleasant sensation run through my scalp.

“Don’t you like it this way?” I ask, moving my head to get a better view of his face. He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose.

“You’d be beautiful even without a single strand of hair, but the flat iron is damaging your hair.” I press my lips together, hiding a smile.

It’s almost the same thing my mom has told me in the past, but at the end of the day, I always end up ignoring them. The knots are easier to untangle with straight hair. Although I have noticed the ends are a little split. Every now and then I feel a slight tug until it’s finally over and I can get up. I don’t hesitate to look at myself in the mirror. I part my lips in amazement when I see a rather well-done braid.

“I didn’t know you were so good at this,” I murmur with a smile when we’re face to face.

“Now that you know, I could be your personal hairdresser,” he murmurs suggestively, his eyes shining brighter than usual.

“I’d love that,” I say, feeling a slight tingling sensation on my lips that I try to get rid of by running my tongue over them.

We are pressed together in a matter of seconds, melting our mouths as if our lives depended on it. When he catches my lower lip between his teeth and pulls it hard, I let out a sigh full of pleasure. I run my hands through his hair as he pushes me up with his hands caressing my thighs. Looking for a better angle, I pull his hair back and then tilt my head to suck on his tongue. He lets out a loud moan that drives me crazy. As soon as we reach the bed, he pulls away and tilts his head.

“Get on your knees.” His voice is more of a demand as he massages my neck, grabbing a strand of my hair and pulling it.

My eyes fall on the bulge in his underwear. I move to the edge of the bed and kneel down. Before I can take another look at that part, he lifts my head with one of his hands, forcing me to look into his eyes. Then he slowly licks my lips, brushing his nose against mine. When he pulls down his underwear, I feel my breath catch in my lungs as I encounter his hardness. The confidence I had before vanishes when I notice the gold rings on his length, adding thickness to it. I didn’t fully notice them that day at his office, even though I felt something was out of place.

There are twelve in total, and at the tip, a diamond stands out from all the others. Why on earth would he get so many piercings there? Just the thought of someone else being so close to his crotch makes my blood run faster.

“Open your mouth.” His voice brings me back to reality. One in which the head of his manhood is pointing at me like the barrel of a gun.

There’s no way that thing will fit, but he defies the impossible fit by pushing it until the glans is rubbing against my uvula. His other hand holds my hair to immobilize me. My eyes open wider when I see that I only have a little less than half of it inside me. He pushes it back and thrusts against my lips once more, forcing his way in. Oxygen stops reaching my lungs and tears begin to blur my vision as I struggle to control the retching in my stomach. I caress the head with the tip of my tongue, the rest of his length contracts with pleasure against my gums.

“No teeth.” His harsh warning contrasts with the gentleness with which his fingers wipe the salty drops falling down my cheeks. “Fuck. You look beautiful when you cry for me,” he mutters with a guttural groan before mercilessly penetrating my skull.

My lungs burn and my stomach hurts from the number of contractions, but the wetness in my panties only confirms how much I like it when he loses control. Soon I end up throwing up everything I’ve eaten today, staining his underwear and crotch as my lungs fill with a big breath of oxygen. My cheeks flush with embarrassment, regaining the colour lost. I think he’ll walk away in disgust, but he comes back to choke me with his length. He makes me taste my own vomit while returning to the same roughness as before.

I try to control the retching that continues to cause bile in my stomach. Having the smell of my vomit so close doesn’t make it any more pleasant either. His eyes keep searching for mine, and I hold his gaze until I’m about to faint. That’s when I feel a kind of warm liquid down my throat and hear his distant voice, growling words I don’t understand.

When he pulls his shaft out of my mouth and releases my hair, I let my body fall, completely broken. As soon as I’m on the clean part of the mattress, he grabs my ankle and drags me toward him. Then he caresses the tip of his glans without letting go of my ankle, taking the remains of his cum and spreading them across my forehead in an inverted cross. The small gesture is disturbing after learning how our wedding took place, but the way his eyes follow the movement with amazement and admiration has me in awe.

He lifts me up and puts me on his shoulder with little effort, carrying us to the bathroom. As soon as he puts me down, I have to lean on the sink to keep from falling. My body is still reeling from the assault of the monstrosity between his legs. If I could barely stand having it in my mouth, I don’t know how I’ll manage to have it inside me.