Page 51 of Devious Delusions

Her eyes snap open, with jewel-like tears making them shine, and they slip over the edge of her lower lashes, calling for my tongue. She’s even more beautiful when she cries and more black, sooty streaks are added to her face as I rub my cheek against her temple.

I remove my hand from her mouth so I can hear every sound unrestricted. Cupping her jaw, I watch the contrast of the black latex glove holding her in place—it’s like a shadow—and she arches her back as I scissor my fingers.

Her breathing shallows as she whispers, “I’ve never told anyone that before.”

I smile under the mask and reward her for her admission as I slip my hand to her throat and squeeze. Her air is under my control, and I push my fingers up, making her stand on her toes. The buzzing restarts and we both look down to “Asher” on the fucking screen.

Bringing her attention back to me, I coo, “I know, koukla mou.” I curl my fingers up to stroke that textured spot that will make her explode. “Before me, no one else knew.”

Her phone stops ringing, only to restart again.

“But I do, I know you. I know what makes you feel good. How when I twist my fingers like this”—I press two fingers to her G-spot—“you leak like a fucking hose.”

She shakes her fucking head and looks at her phone. I’m three fingers deep physically, and so much more mentally, but she still fucking looks towards him.

“He’s going to think you’re crazy again,” I sing-song before rage takes over my vocal cords. “Answer the fucking phone. It’ll be like old times.”

Another shake of her head that knocks more of those divine tears loose. My mouth waters and I hate the mask for stopping me from tasting them. Such a magnificent little doll.

“I-I’ll te—tell him,” she stutters, “that you’re here.”

It ends on a moan as I increase the pace of my fingers and I easily accept.

“Good, I never liked the smug prick. Give me an excuse to kill him, like you killed his brother.”

The flush that was staining her cheeks from me building her up disappears and she glows from how pale she becomes.

“I didn’t.”

Does she think I give a fuck about that one sin when she’s committed much worse? Taking a life isn’t the most sinister thing on Delilah’s list, it was just the start of her descent into deviancy.

“He lies to you,” I say. “I don’t.”

The phone finally stops fucking ringing, and no other call comes through. The messages start and she slowly turns her hand to read the screen.

ASHER:

Why aren’t you answering

I’m coming home baby

I have to let go of her neck to click on his name and it doesn’t even trill because he answers so quickly, the pathetic cunt. He’s so fucking wrapped up in her and willing to drop everything in his life to cater to her when that’s not what she needs. She doesn’t need care or micromanaging to ease her mind, she needs to be matched and forced to give over control, so she knows that the care is real and it was fought for. It’s all she’s ever needed but I made the same mistake of automatically giving her that care she craves because I didn’t understand her at the time. Now I do, and I won’t allow her to escape me a second time.

There’s no sound on the other end of the line and I hold her wrist as I push my face closer to hers and whisper, “Tell him you love him while you ride my hand.”

Her hair gets caught in the respirator and she lies to her husband as she cups the back of my hand to stop me from leaving her.

“I’m sorry. I called you by mistake, in my sleep.”

Her body tenses and she pushes her head back as I move my fingers in a wave. There’s no beep as the phone screen turns black and she tightens her hold around it. The edges turn white from the force and then it flashes, showing it needs to be charged.

Without the chance of her husband interrupting us again, she grinds her hips down and continues her lies.

“You’re not real.”

“If I’m not real,” I say, “why are you scared?”

Her pulse is wild at the side of her neck, and I need to feel it. Wrapping my hand around her throat, I press my thumb against the erratic beat. We both groan and I alternate the pressure as she rides my fingers.

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