Page 11 of Claiming Sarah

I shake my head, dark hair brushing my forehead. They crowd around me, vultures ignoring my warnings.

“I do not know how,” I snap out, eyes shifting away from the twin images of myself. Another voice, buried beneath the sins of my victims, urges me to look into a mirror and see that Red and Blue aren’t real.

Red talks over that voice, aloud and echoing in my mind.

“Taste her,”he growls, hands clenched at his side. Blue shifts to stand near my right shoulder, eyes a twin to my own peer into mine.

“Taste her,”he repeats after Red. Soon, they’re both chanting it.

“Taste her. Taste her. Taste her. Taste her. Taste her.”

Clapping my hands over my ears cannot drown them out.

“Fine!” I scream at ghosts, opening eyes I’d forgotten I closed. I am alone.

“Fuck!” I yell at no one, snatching the mask back up and stalking out of the room, slamming the door shut, hoping the dead can’t sleep if I don’t.

SARAH

Something soft and slick slides against me, pulling a moan from my dry mouth. My brow furrows, trying to pull upmy memories of who could possibly be between my legs. Another slow lick stalls my thinking process. My hips raise on their own, silently begging the stranger to keep licking me.

A hum vibrates against my folds, teasing my clit. A fog clouds my mind and I’m helpless against the pleasure twisting tighter and tighter with each lick. I wish they’d occur more often, and firmer. It was a tease, shoving me at the edge and keeping me there.

“Please,” I mumble. My eyes weigh a ton, refusing to open to see who’s licking me into the next realm. They hum again, edging me closer off the edge. My hand weighs only slightly less than my head, sliding to tangle in soft hair, pressing their face more firmly against my pussy.

“Yes,” I moan when a tongue spears into me, nose pressing against my clit.

“More,” I beg, abandoning all restraint, lifting my hips for every flick. Fingers dig into my thigh, spreading me open, but I didn’t care. I never want them to stop, every caress stoking the flames of a fire I thought had died out long ago. Motherhood, work, and outside stressors striped away the Sarah I was before Lauren walked into my life with those brown, almond-shaped eyes.

“Yes, right there,” I cry out, the tip of a tongue targeting my clit, over and over until my hips rise completely off the floor, pleasure washing over me, tightening and relaxing my limbs.

A muffled growl vibrates through me and I wish I can open my eyes to see this unknown pussy eater giving me the first orgasm I haven’t given myself in over ten years. Their clothing rustles against my body and I feel them tugging at my legs.

Too tired to stop them, I wait, fabric creeping up my legs. They’re dressing me. A sigh escapes me, and a familiarexhaustion reaches back for me with greedy fingers, dragging me back into darkness.

I didn’t even have time to thank my pleasure partner before I’m slipping under.

9

VOICES

ZAIDEN

Dr. Bell passes back into slumber, eyes drifting closed with a soft smile on her face. I can’t believe I did that or more accurately, she enjoyed it, liquid gushing from her to coat my chin when her body seized. My tongue passes back over my lips, collecting every drop. I could get addicted to that.

Red and Blue flank me, providing a buffer to the murmurs in my head. They silently watched as I devoured Sarah.

Sarah.

Hebrew for princess and I want to serve her on my knees any time she opens her legs. But she won’t remember what just happened. I scramble to snatch my gas mask up and secure it in place, only taking a deep breath when filtered air rushes in.

Nitrous Oxide pumps into the room in a steady stream. Combined with whatever percentage of Ativan she consumed from her meal, Sarah was as docile as a lamb when I unchained her, pulled her pants down and doveinto her center like a man possessed. Glancing at my doubles, I can conclude I am a man possessed, beyond any redemption if modern medicine can be trusted.

Running a final gaze over the treasure I snatched up, dark hair haloing her cherubic face, I turn to leave, Red and Blue matching my step.

The metal door I’d installed before Dr. Bell’s arrival slams shut. My hands engage the deadbolt, hesitating only a moment before resuming the trek to my bedroom. Exhaustion dogs me and voices creep into my mind, demanding my attention.

By the time I make it to my room, my head swims with erratic thoughts, hands trembling. The next deadbolt I lock takes me several minutes to click into place. I toss the key into the farthest corner of the room, knowing I won’t be coherent enough to find it for some time.

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