Page 59 of Burn for Me

The song I chose was an old one, one I’d found written by hand on lined paper, all of the notes, but no words. I didn’t even know its name. It had fallen out of a sheet music book I’d picked up at a charity shop once in the West Isles.

The notes sang out, filling the space around us with life. Music sprang from my violin, wrapping us both in its cascading notes. I closed my eyes to the world, letting the music pull me into its grasp. My fingers danced along the strings, playing having been one of the activities that had kept them dexterous despite the scars.

I missed a handful of notes when her fingers grazed the hem of my trousers. Caught up in the music, I hadn’t noticed her approach.

‘Keep playing,’ she whispered.

The wind cooled where her warm touch blazed. She freed my cock, and took it into her mouth, coaxing it until it filled to bursting at her bidding.

She hummed along as she sucked, sending throaty vibrations along my shaft. I wanted to drop the violin and take her in my arms. To be inside her, pressed against her. But I obeyed her plea to keep playing, the tempo increasing along with the eager strokes of her mouth.

My heart thumped in my chest, a heavy drumming to accompany our music.

She knelt before me, her big eyes watching me play. Her mouth turned up at the edges, despite being impaled by my dick, every single time I faltered.

She was playing a game with me, and as the minutes passed, she started to win. My concentration faltered with every deep groan she gave. Saliva dripped from her mouth whenever she pulled back to breath. Pink swollen lips wrapping around my dick was a heady sight, and it was my undoing.

With my bow still in my hand, I pushed my fingers into her hair, pressing her firmly down over my cock as my balls tightened. Her eyes widened, her nostrils flaring when I forced my dick down into her throat, fucking at the tight ring marking its entrance.

Her moans turned to splutters, but I held her fast until my balls emptied into her, shooting ropes of hot cum down into her waiting throat. My breath was rapid as I held her there for a few moments longer, giving her every single fucking drop and waiting until she’d swallowed it down like a good girl.

At last, I pulled her away from my cock, her breath coming in sharp bursts. Kneeling there, lips swollen and tainted with cum and spit, I’d never wanted to kiss her more.

TWENTY-NINE

Laura

Three days of shake drinking had me desperate when we pulled up to the harbour.

Phoenix opened the safe hidden in one of the kitchen cupboards, pulling out a phone and some cash.

‘Can I come with you?’ I asked, wanting to feel solid ground beneath my feet again. ‘Please?’

Phoenix’s brow knitted, his gaze darting to the bustling harbour.

You’ll leave, he wrote on the counter top.

‘I won’t, I promise.’ I couldn’t say the thought hadn’t crossed my mind. Telling someone I still existed, that I’d been shot and taken from my home. But to what purpose? To go back? For Massimo to know I’m alive? The courts would never convict him. I’d be dead before it ever got to that point, likely a corrupt police officer would take me out on his behalf.

Men like Massimo neverlose.

Phoenix stared at me intensely, the marker tapping against his thigh.

‘I promise I’ll stay with you. I don’t want to be alone.’ His chest inflated then deflated with a sigh and I knew I’d won.

I threw myself at him, pulling him into an excited hug. It took me a moment to realise we hadn’t exactly hugged like that, and I stood awkwardly with my arms looped around his muscle clad back.

My heart jumped when he reacted, wrapping his arms around me and squeezing me tight. I had no idea how long it had been since someone hugged Phoenix, but he hugged me like he’d never been embraced before.

Emotion flooded me as he sniffed above my head, holding me to his chest. One hand cupped the back of my neck, tracing something in the midst of my hair.

I couldn’t make out what it said,

‘I can’t understand,’ I mumbled against his chest.

He moved back a touch, tipping my head upward and I swear I could see the smile glittering in his eyes however impassive his scarred mouth remained.

‘Go freshen up,’ he wrote on the counter, squeezing the words into a gap. Day by day there was less space to write, his side of the conversation spreading over every surface.

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