Page 11 of The Hand that Frays

Moving my right hand from her cheek, I pinch her nose shut, cutting off her air.

“You can breathe when I come, stupid girl.”

She tightens her lips around me. Likely in hopes that it’ll quicken my release.

I smirk. “Which do you think will happen first, my orgasm or your death?”

My left hand sinks into her hair, fisting it.

She looks like a masterpiece beneath me as she grapples with her hands for purchase on anything to keep her pretty neck from snapping against the tub and my weight fucking down at her from above.

“Fuck, stupid love. That’s it, suck me fucking dry. You dirty little whore!” I erupt in her mouth, hearing her gags as she tries to swallow with her nose plugged like music to my ears.

I don’t let her nose go until the last minute.

Stepping back, I pull out of her mouth as she collapses to the floor, heaving and gasping like a fish that’s accidentally found the shore.

I crouch, cock still hard and out of my pants, cum stillleaking out. Cocking my head, I watch her revive before me. Reanimated like a spirit called to a Ouija board.

“Sometimes I forget how perfect you are,” I whisper.

I know she’s heard me when her eyes dance up to mine, and she tries to lift off the floor using the tub.

I shake my head, standing as I run my hand over my cock and back away from her.

“Ah, ah, ah, stupid girl. You know I want you to crawl.”

CHAPTER FOUR

LYLA

Idon't know what's gotten into Neo as I crawl toward him across the bathroom floor. I love it, however. The taste of his cum is fresh on my tastebuds as I try my damnedest not to buckle to the floor.

“Eyes down. Don’t fucking look at me,” he says, and the degrading way he says it has me inwardly mewling.

The way this man can turn vile on a dime, yet make me feel so fucking loved the next second keeps me on the edge of my seat.

It’s the only way that I want to live.

I cast my eyes to the floor as I crawl toward him. Every move I make has him backing up.

Soon, we’re on the dingy carpet in the motel room.

He slowly removes his shoes, pants, and boxers, and I fight to keep my eyes trained downward.

“Good girl,” he praises, and my body heats like it’s on fire from the inside, burning outward.

I’m on all fours, and I’ve stopped altogether because I’m between his feet, but he hasn’t given me any directionyet.

“Look at me, whore,” he snarls, and my pussy throbs for attention as I do as I’m told.

He leans back on the bed, stroking his hand up and down his length as he teases me with what I can’t have.

“We’re going on a trip, stupid girl. While we’re on that trip, you’ll behave like the good girl I know you can be. You’ll keep your weapons stowed and your sanity in check—as much as possible.”

My eyes watch him jack his cock, mesmerized utterly.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip.

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