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‘Ferris, please! I only slept with him because that was what our deal demanded. I only did it to get Nat and Sebi here,’ she pleaded between tears, although I had a feeling it was a little more than that. There has always been a silent competition between me and Brax and I knew what his arrogance did to the ladies around us.
‘Oh, ...onlybecause of that... As you do it with me?’ She was probably agreeing to sleep with meonlyto save her worthless city. ‘Did you enjoy it?’ I asked, without expecting a straight answer. Even if she liked sleeping with Brax, she was going to deny it. The same answer she would give if someone would ask her about the time spent with me.
‘Or do you hate us? Loath it when one ofustouches you?’ The alternative just crossed my mind. I could live with her despising the three of us. What I couldn’t live with was loving Brax’s presence on her skin more than mine.
I was playing my blade over her hardened nipples as I waited for an answer. But I sure wasn’t in a hurry to get one as the image of her tensing against the mattress was so satisfying that I was starting to wonder if I should also give her some lessons in pain.
‘Yes... Yes, I like it whenyoutouch me. But not now. Now you’re scaring me!’ She barely whispered an answer... an answer that had surprised me.
‘What about Brax, or Cole? Do you like it when they touch you?’ I needed to see if she was telling the truth, since I already suspectedthe truth.
Unable to speak, she was letting her crystal tears soak the bed as her words finally came between whines, ‘Yes. I did sometimes, and sometimes I hated it. But it’s not the same with you, Ferris.Nothing is the same as it is with you. You felt it that night when I asked you to go on. I risked the safety of my family because of you.’
Maybe it was time to see if she also liked the monster that lay within me, ‘What about now? What do you feel now?’ I slid a hand beneath her dress, searching for her panties, even if my action seemed to have left her on mute. ‘I asked you a question.’
I was expecting an honest answer, but what shocked me the most was the sheer honesty of the one she gave me. ‘Fear!’ she yelped as my fingers were brushing her folds, ‘And lust!’ The second she said it, I could feel that exact damp emotion of lust soaking her panties... well, I’ll be damned...
‘Lust,’ I groaned, knowing that she must’ve been as crazy as I was to still crave me after I had just played with fire... or a knife in my case. And it was time to see where her insanity would outstretch. ‘You can leave right now. I can stop if you ask me to. There doesn’t have to be a new deal.’
I was giving her freedom. A very precious gift considering the alternative.
A gift that she chose to refuse, not just for the sake of her mission but for something much deeper than that.
‘I don’t want you to stop. But I do want you to get rid of the knife. I told you before, I’m afraid of it,’ she breathed, choosing to crash her sight on mine, so I could look deep inside her eyes as she said it. She wanted me to know she wasn’t lying.
Her gesture was bringing me back to reality. Though not enough to lift my knife from over her breasts or to stop my other hand from moving over her sensitive skin which was becoming wetter by the second.
I was oscillating between trusting her and hurting her when the most heart-shattering calling reached my ears. ‘Kiss me.’ Her voice, so sexy that I felt an orgasm lingering on the tip of her lips. She needed me and was admitting it despite her torment.
Her request made me rest my knife against the bed sheet, but not because I didn’t know where she was coming from. ‘Don’t take me for a fool, Bea’. I ditched the knife because I knew her request to kiss her was a calling born from a mixture of fear and lust.
I chose to listen to the passion connecting us, making room between her thighs and disposing of my pants, but before I could bury myself inside her, a revelation crossed my mind.
Maybe we still stood a chance, after all, she did choose to play the honesty card.
‘No, not like this...’ I spoke so I could somehow convince myself of what I needed to do next — I needed to tone down.
Cursing myself for my weakness, I did kiss her. Strangely, she seemed so much sweeter than before, like the pain of her repentance was charming me back into her spell. I couldn’t help myself than to descend on her breasts, finally getting to relish those curvy shapes I enjoyed so much.
The adrenaline got me that more turned on, making me want to devour with lustful kisses and nibbles each inch of her body. My lips glided towards the needy area between her thighs as I dragged her dress over her ankles.
I needed her to feel the anguishing torment of me denying her of my presence. But first I needed to show her the erotic delight of my touch.
Sneaking two fingers inside her, I was resuming my role as the seducer, turning any attempt she might have had of thinking of someone else into complete history. I was the one who would hold the lead in giving her earth-shuttering pleasures, the same way I was the one who could take it away.
I knew exactly what needed to be done to get her there. Although I was having difficulty separating her pleasure from my own. The thought of knowing her so excited was sending a rush of molten need to travel my veins while her moans and the small jolts of her hips were increasing their intensity by the second.
‘Ferris!’ The plea I was waiting to hear. The ravaging desire drenched her voice as her sweet liquid was covering my tongue-pierce.
I slowly directed my mouth higher on her body, until I managed to meet her lips while my throbbing length was slipping betweenthe oneswhich didn’t go with her face. I was finally finding some sort of release, although I knew I couldn’t let her euphoria last too long. I was just bringing her close to heaven again so she could know how it feels to fall from above.
I didn’t give her much time before my thrusts began demolishing any resistance she ever had in front of me and getting her to reenter my spell. And in that exact moment when I got her where I had wanted, my lips parted from hers, to search the erogenous zone of her earlobe. ‘Does he feel like I do?’ The question that had been devastating me ever since I saw Brax in her living room that day. The thought had tormented me so badly that it almost made the moment I saw my old friends seem strange.
‘Did you enjoy sleeping with Brax more?’ I had to go on since she wasn’t answering. And the lack of any response had made me abandon the closeness I found next to her chest and venture back into the darkness that I belonged to.
‘I’m not going to compare you two if that’s what you were after...’ She suddenly decided to speak, displeased with my insistence, when in fact I was the one who had all rights to be displeased.
I needed a drink.
