Page 61 of Collateral Damage

My nod is a miss match of yes’s and no’s. I don’t know what I’m doing. This is ridiculous. But thisneed. This pounding between my legs is taking control of me like a second heart leaving my mind dormant.

I finally find the courage to drop my fingers lower, until I find the lining of my knickers, already damp with heat and the sensation scrunches my face.

“Good Girl,Alora…” Her words are like venom, paralysing me, crushing my heart and lungs as her hand creeps over mine.“Then what did I do?” There is barely any space between us as she pins me down with her very existence.

“You- You made it feel,good.” Her hand guides mine, gently rubbing my fingers in circular motion against the saturation, digging for my songs but I exhale through my nose.

It’s there.That feeling.That lust that bucks my hips into her, grasping to that sensation ripping down my walls.

“Like this?...” I could drown inthis, letting it collapse my lungs.I’m cracking.I confirm this pleasure between my legs as I nod my head in approval, too nervous to speak.

“Open your mouthPuppet. Let me hear you.”

Her cologne rubs at my nose. Her smell, her voice, her demons. They have all found refuge inside my heart.

My mouth parts, releasing months of unknowing relief and I feel her cheek move mine as she grins, continuing to teach me this hollow addiction growing inside of me. Soon to take me by force.

I twitch like a rabbit as our fingers mould between the crease of my lips. I’m terrified to venture further but my panties are soaked and I want to rip them off.

“Not so innocent now are weLove. So wet forme.” Forher. I am. She’s becoming my bone marrow. An essential part of my body needed to function. My strings needed to move. My oxygen tank needed to breathe.

I’m herplaything.

Herdolly.

Hers.

She slides the fabric to the side exposing me and I hitch with sudden embarrassment, feeling my wetness slick against my fingers as I touch it without consent.Soft. Warm. Swollen velvet.

“You feel that?” She whispers so gently it makes my muscles spasm as she applies pressure to the back of my fingers, running rings around my clit, nibbling on the tender part of my neck with temptation before pushing the palm of my hand down against my sensitive spot, curving my fingers as she dips me inside myself.“Is that what you felt,Puppet?” My head is ringing, pins and needles are attacking every nerve in my body.Yes. Yes, this is exactly what I felt.

“Ye-s…” She pushes once more, revelling in these waves crashing into my body and I feel disgusting, but I also feel relieved until she removes my fingers, slowly pulling them towards my mouth. We have not looked at each other once and I think that was purely to keep my confidence but when she pulls away, analysing the redness in my cheeks, the sweat building around my hairline and my fuzzy eyes, my confidence dissipates, sucking in her accomplishment as I lay here, depraved. Deprived. And hungry for release, eating me from the inside now totally fragile and humiliated.

“Why- Why did you stop?” She presses my tainted fingers against my bottom lip, parting instinctively, like they belong there, pushing them inside my mouth to taste myself and I internally scowl at how sinful this is.

“When you’re ready.” Her eyes are glued to my mouth, inhaling like she’s envious, grazing her bottom lip through her teeth before taking my hand and licking between my fingers as she hugs them with the fork of her tongue, never breaking this eye contact that kills me. My stomach swells watching her intensely as she tastes me, how gentle her warmth is against my skin as she cleans upmy mess.Her eyes quiver, like I'm the most delightful thing she's put in her mouth and it's so warm and mellow that my heart is not the only thing fluttering.

She’s right. I don’t know if I am ready. I don’t know what the hell just happened but I feel violated. Unfulfilled and unsatisfied.How do I know when I'm ready? Ready for what? All I can think about is this throbbing between my thighs, calling out to me.

“Coffee?”Coffee? She lifts herself up off the bed, acting totally nonchalant and I don't know if I’m relieved, so we can pretend this never happened. Or annoyed.Did that mean anything to her?

She kept her word. She still hasn’t touched me and it’s bringing out this girl inside of me that I don't even know. Immoral acts of desire begin to plague my mind, imagining all the ways I want her to have me until I shake them off, closing my legs back up and sinking into the duvet. She’s a mockery and I'm so irritated, lying here staring at the ceiling as she exits the room with a grin so playful I may just entertain it.

C H A P T E R 36

DELICATE ANGEL

Puppeteer

Ican still hear her singing in my ear and it took everything inside of me to hold myself from destroying her sweet little flower. Unable to touch what ismineproved to be highly difficult, but she will not be able to resist me much longer.

I’ve given her just enough to let her deteriorate, pining for me inside her. She will scream for me, and I will happily suck out all her insecurities. She has nothing to be ashamed of.

She is the definition ofperfect, and I intend to ruin that. Mould her to chase this high she so desperately craves. Succumb to this darkness she is so undeniably drawn too. She will learn there is no greater feeling than letting yourself go underneath the grasp of malevolence. I want to watch her lose herself as I chase away all herinnocenceuntil all that purity she holds onto so dearly is infested with unimaginable starvation for transgression. I want her to willingly surrenderto me.

That is the purest taste ofcorruption.

Mydelicate little angelwill fall as I did, and I will show her what it means to relish in pain. Use it to strengthen her will. I know deep down in there somewhere is a little girl curious to know why people like me only function on suffering. I will show her just how bittersweet giving into your own demons can be. Teach her how to control them, to feed and nurture them.

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