Page 19 of Devotion

Is she thinking of me?

Does she even know I’m real?

A deep breath leaves me when she flips onto her side, reaches beneath her bed, and then brings a box into view. It’s small, decorated with flowers on the outside, but I’m more interested in what’s inside.

She pulls off the top and rummages through it a bit, and then pulls out a picture before resting on her back again, staring at the image. Mira didn’t skimp on the camera quality, so I’m able to zoom in easily, making out enough of the image to satisfy my curiosity.

It’s a bare torso. A bare torso with a bloody web carved into the chest.

So, sheisthinking about me.

My dick throbs in my slacks, hardening against the zipper. I’m willing to bet she isn’t supposed to have those copies in her possession, which begs the question, why would she keep them?

She flips to another image, a more recent kill. Death doesn’t rattle her. Twice, I’ve seen her eating lunch alone in a cemetery, more comfortable with the deceased than the living. Now, tonight, as I study her expression, or should I say the lack thereof, there are no signs of being turned off or disgusted by what I’ve done. Instead, I find something unexpected…curiosity.

I can work with that.

She places the pictures back inside the box, closes the lid, then taps them back underneath her bed before resuming her position, dangling off the edge of her mattress. She’s content for a while, completely still, but then something steals her attention. I lean in, resting my chin on my fist as she twists her body like a contortionist, limb over limb as she slinks off the bed, zeroed in on a target.

She crouches in the corner, and I zoom in more, watching as she plucks a large spider from its web by its leg. There isn’t an ounce of fear in her eyes as she stands, slowly making her way toward the dresser where she lowers her prey into the candle flame. There’s a familiar fixation in her eyes as she watches it burn, only letting go when the flames nearly kiss the tips of her fingers.

I watch as she observes her kill, and my cock twitches again.

Satisfied with the task complete, she blows out the candle, then slips into bed and underneath her blanket. With the sudden absence of light, I switch to night-vision to see her through the darkness, unwilling to put an end to our quality time so soon. We’re only just getting started. A fact that’s proven when she shifts beneath her blanket, parting her legs. There’s no mistaking the outline of her hand as it moves into her panties, then pushes between her thighs. She settles her head deeper into the pillow, and her teeth sink into the thickness of her lower lip.

And I… am… mesmerized.

The hint of excitement has now grown to a full-on erection, throbbing against my zipper as I lower it, frantic as I free my cock from my briefs, pumping into my fist.

“Get me Aria,” I shout.

“Right away, Sir.” Darwin’s voice on the other side of the door matches the urgency in mine, so I’m not surprised to hear him speaking muffled words a few seconds later, doing as I asked.

I’m zeroed in on Layla, pleasure spreading through her expression as she works her fingers in slow circles. I’m not happy she’s touching herself underneath the cover, denying me a clear view as she plays, but it is what it is. My only concern at the moment is that she doesn’t finish yet.

Hold on, beautiful. Not without me.

Just as I’m about to call for Aria again, the door to the screening room swings open, and there’s a smile on her red painted lips as she slips in. First, her eyes flit toward me, watching as I stroke my cock. Then, her smile fades as she glances up to the screen, to Layla on the verge of coming.

“On your knees. Now.”

The sound of my voice pulls Aria from her thoughts and whatever she was making of this moment. Without a word, she lowers in front of me, hastily pulling her hair off her shoulders and into a ponytail. There’s no time to wait for her to get settled, though. She gasps when I grip the back of her head, roughly bringing her mouth to my cock.

“Suck.”

On command, she feverishly slurps me in, but half a second later, my mind’s replaced her. Her mouth is now the warmth of Layla’s pussy, welcoming me inside as her walls weep for me, soaking my dick.

I won’t even blink, afraid that if I take my eyes off the screen for even a second, I’ll miss something.

Her tits push toward the ceiling when she arches off the bed, and I know she’s close, which bringsmecloser.

The pressure in my dick mounts, and I’m thinking only of her, watching her mouth fall open as her legs squeeze tight around her hand. She teases her way to an orgasm, and at the sight of it, a loud grunt leaves me. Juts of cum shoot from my cock, and Aria drinks them down, savoring what is no longer rightfully hers, but… she’s here.

My tip grows sensitive after I’m empty, and I soften between Aria’s lips before she releases me. Only now do I make eye contact with her again. She grins, licking a drop of semen from the corner of her mouth.

“Thank you, Sir,” she says softly, diligently tucking me back inside my briefs before zipping my pants. She reaches to do my belt, but I cuff her wrists in my fingers, suddenly wanting her out of my presence now that she’s served her purpose.

“Go.”

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