Page 68 of Cruel Cravings

I fucked her with it like I would my cock and watched the sickest pleasure unfold on her pretty, heart-shaped face.

She came for me. She slicked the pistol with her juices. I lapped up every drop.

But I’m still not satisfied.

Jael falls asleep not long after I’m done cleaning her up. Her wounds have been cleaned and bandaged and she’s been fed. She doesn’t bother begging to be set free. Exhaustion sets in before she can.

Lights out.

I hover in the shadows where I belong and let her sleep. I’ve had little rest myself, though sleep has never come easily to me.

At the hospital, I roamed the corridors at night for this reason. I’ve survived on two or three hours a night from the time of my accident. Either the pain was too great or the mental anguish and instability made it impossible to settle my mind long enough to sleep.

Jael is different. She needs the time to recover.

I need the time to enjoy the peace these late-night moments bring her. But as she sleeps, her breaths gentle and almost soundless, the urge still heats my blood. I’m more animal than man picking up her scent in the air and feeling how my cock jumps in response.

The unique sweet scent of Jael that lives on her skin and draws me to her.

I step out of the shadows, closer to the bed.

She lays so still, so serenely, even while handcuffed. I’d changed her out of the bra and panties and slipped on one of the sleep shirts I found in the drawer.

The cotton fabric rides up her thighs, exposing all her supple dark flesh. I swallow against the rising tide of primitivelust threatening to take me over and instead move slow. I’m deliberate and unrushed as I peel back the blanket and push up the sleep shirt. Her round hips are exposed, the plump mound that leads to her pussy calling my name.

I stroke her. My large hand glides over the silken flesh and short patch of curls as I fight to keep myself in check. I keep the monster she believes I am—the one that dwells deep inside—at bay.

She’s so soft. So delicate to the touch.

The thought I could destroy her so easily enters my mind.

My fingers slip lower until I find her pussy lips. The folds are meaty and tender to the touch, the opposite of how rough and hard I am.

My cock throbs in response as I explore her. I spread her pussy open with my fingers and rub at the little pearl hidden away.

Jael tilts her hips as if sensing my touch. Her head turns to the side and a moan hums in her throat.

I go still, watching her reaction, transfixed by how her expression remains vacant. I’ve stood over her countless times like this, on so many nights as she fought through nightmares, that to see her so peaceful is a reward.

Inmycaptivity, she’s sleeping better than she has in years.

It’s what she deserves. And I deserve my reward too…

Carefully watching the reactions flit across her face, I rub her clit and slip my fingers inside her tight wet pussy. I pull out my cock and stroke myself to thoughts about earlier, how she must’ve clenched around the pistol like she always clenched around my girth.

Silk heat that pulsed even in her deepest sleep.

A grunt leaves me, my fist sliding faster on my cock.

I hold back as long as I can before restraint snaps and my urges surge free. The bed sags under my added weight. I’m onmy knees, drawing hers wide apart to fit myself in between. Guiding myself toward the warmth I’m craving, I push myself inside until I bottom out and she can take no more.

Jael’s body tenses up. Another sign she senses what’s happening from her dreams.

I press a finger to her lips and hush her.

Shhhhhh.

It’s just me. Deep down you know it is. Back to sleep.

---