Page 46 of Injustice and Absolution

“It’s okay if you do, and it’s okay if you don’t. I’m not looking for a specific answer from you as long as it’s the truth. Honesty is the only way our relationship will grow. Okay? Now tell me... Did you enjoy tasting yourself?”

“Yes,”she barely whispers in a heated exhale.

“Good girl.”

A squeak in the springs of her mattress alludes to more movement on the bed.

“What else do you want me to do? Use your words, pretty girl. Remember, own your desire.”

“Lick me...”

“Where?”He feigns ignorance to get her talking.

Though I loathe him, and it would be easy for me to believe he’s making her do this to sate his own depraved fantasies—which could still be the case—he's trying to build her confidence.

That’s something anyone could see she desperately needs help with.

“In between—”

“Uh-uh,”Drew interrupts her.“Where, Delilah?”

“I want you to lick my pussy, Drew.”

“That’s my girl. Fuck, I’m so proud of you...”

I hear Delilah gasp as the memory of her taste floods my tongue. Her hungry murmurs grow louder the closer she gets to an orgasm.

I wait for her pleasure-filled cry to sound in my headphones, but I barely hear anything.

She’s probably screaming into a pillow.

To keep quiet.

So no one in the house can hear her.

For privacy, to engage in one of the most intimate acts known to man.

And here I am, defiling it.

The thought sobers me enough to turn my growing need to know what she’s doing into shame for continuing to listen. And from shame quickly into anger.

She shouldn’t be doing this... Not with him.

Fuck... I shouldn’t fucking be doing this.

Before I cut the feed, I hear the unmistakable sound of shoes getting kicked off and thumping onto the floor. In my headphones as well as from the ceiling above me.

Where her room is located.

“Delilah... Beautiful Delilah...”

The next thing I hear is fabric rustling—either clothing or the bedsheets—being moved, taken off, or tossed aside.

When the moaning recommences, hers soft and meek once again, his deep and almost possessive, I scream at myself to cut the feed, go up there, and throw his ass out of my house. Before I do just that, she speaks again.

“Drew, wait.”

Yes, Delilah. Good girl. Stop him so I don’t have to.

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