Page 35 of Sadist

Pulling the top drawer open, I was surprised by the clutter within, so at odds with the meticulous perfection of everything. It had a stack of newspaper clippings on one side. Coins and crumpled notes, what looked like a Taser, and a few other assorted items. My face ignited with heat as I noted the purple vibrator on the other side of the drawer, quickly grabbing the Kindle and closing it again. I glanced back at Theo, who wasn’t looking at me but had a slight smile quirking one side of her lips.

Flopping back down on the couch, I flicked the Kindle on, my eyes growing wider the further I scrolled.

It was all filth.

And I had already read most of them.

The image of Theo lying sprawled on her bed, that vibrator between her thighs, her back arched, and the muscles I had gotten to know intimately as she was recovering, flexing and moving under her soft skin, suddenly flashed through my mind. I nearly dropped the Kindle, fumbling with it for a second. I must have tapped one of the images, as a book started loading, and I decided to just go with it after glancing at the title.

I settled into the couch, my attention divided between Theo and the Kindle. That slowly shifted, though, as I realized how utterly sapphic the book I had chosen was, devouring each interaction between the two main characters hungrily…and by the time I was halfway into it, I was engrossed. One scene in particular heated my skin as I read over it a second time, my traitorous mind replacing the characters with an image of Theo and myself, the filthy words on the page playing in her voice. I squeezed my thighs together to alleviate the steadily building ache.

“Which one did you pick?”

I jumped, feeling like I had just been caught doing something I shouldn’t, as I realized Theo was studying me.

“Lady—” I cleared my throat. “Lady Venom Takes a Mistress.”

There was a flash of tooth as she smirked and nodded, returning her attention to the knife she was meticulously cleaning.

“Where are you up to?”

I glanced up again, noting the gleam in her eye.

“I—Uh. She just….”

“Use your words,” Theo chuckled.

“She just…pulled out a silicone snake…”

Theo hummed, setting her knife down slowly and leaning forward to rest her elbows on her splayed knees.

“That part is good. Read it to me?”

I balked. “What?”

She tilted her head, that damned eyebrow rising a touch higher.

“Read it to me.”

Fuck.

I opened my mouth and closed it again, giving her a pleading look.

“Theo…please.”

“I love it when you beg.” She smirked. “Come here.” She patted her good leg when I didn’t move. “It wasn’t a request, Sweets.”

I slowly got up and crossed to her, eyeing her warily as she grasped my hips, tugging me down to sit in her lap, my back against her chest and my legs hanging either side of hers. I tried to shift to make sure I wasn’t putting pressure on her injured thigh, but her arm came around my waist, and her chin rested on my shoulder as she peered down at the Kindle I still had a death grip on.

She was so close, her warmth seeping into my back.

“Start reading.”

Fuck me.I lowered my gaze to the filthy moment on the page I was up to…took a shaky breath and started reading.

She was silent as she listened, my words faltering as her hand slid slowly around my side and under the waistband of my pants.

I grabbed her wrist, and she stilled.

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