Page 60 of Little Puppet

I thrust harder, punishing her cunt at her words. “You’ll be chasing the fucking high I give you the entire time, darling.”

She lifts off the pillow, tiny hands wrapping around my wrist at her neck. “If you hide away beneath theplastic veil of Doctor Mordova, I’ll be chasing the same high.”

Her words ripple through me, truth slamming me over the head like a hammer.

I stop moving, cock throbbing inside her, begging me to continue.

She whimpers at the loss of movement.

For a long moment, we stare at one another.

“You know I’m right,” she says. “You made me see what I was missing, Cain. You can’t ask me to go back to before. To ignorance.”

“I can’t… It’s complicated…”

She shakes her head. “No. It’s not. You be what you need to be out there. But at home, you’re mine. And you’re free. You’reyou.”

“It’ll never work,” I tell her, teasing her with one slow stroke through her pussy.

She moans, arching and dropping her head onto the pillow.

She lets go of my wrist, outstretching her arms on the bed, giving over to me completely.

“Then kill me.”

I keep taunting her with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Kill you? Darling girl, that would be counterproductive.”

My other hand rubs her clit, swirling and grinding against the little bud as Grace digs her heels into my ass.

“I don’t want to go back to before. I can’t. As much asI hate how you derailed my life, Cain, I’m addicted to this.”

Her words have me teetering on the edge. I am intoxicated by the idea of being me all year long. Will I still have the urge to kill? I don’t know. However, I do know that I found someone who seems to accept me for me.

That’s the dream, too, isn’t it? To find the one person in the entire universe that sees you. That quiets the world’s noise beyond the bubble the two of you live in.

She might be it for me.

There’s an idea in the back of my head that says she’s toying with me, trying to gain her freedom by dropping my defenses. However, she could’ve escaped while I was in Dunhaven last night. I was gone for hours.

“Cain, harder,” she begs, pulling me back to the moment like she’s my tether to reality.

I give her what she wants, curling my hand around her throat until I hear her struggling for air.

Tomorrow, she’ll have petechiae surrounding her beautiful eyes from the loss of oxygen, and it makes me nearly come at the thought.

“You want me to leave the doctor at the door and let the madman free?” I ask her, pounding into her as I feel my spine tingle and orgasm loom.

She nods, unable to speak under my power.

“As you wish, darling.”

Letting her throat go, I don’t give her time to catch her breath as I drop my face into the crook of her neck and sink my teeth in deeply, tasting blood.

Frenzy sets in for us both.

She bucks against me from below, arms wrapping around me, nails digging down my back.

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