Page 25 of Deviant Illusions

Lifting her up so she’s in a squat, I take a step closer and hold the knife between my thumb and forefinger. She’s even more beautiful, covered in blood with her eyes widening in fear. The strands of her hair are sharp against my exposed flesh, sticking into the cut on my palm from the fishing wire. But I tighten my fingers in her hair, watching the light gold strands turn pink then dark red. I tilt my head to the side as one thick rivulet squeezes from the side of my palm. It travels with a strand running through it, as though it’s transporting it to the ends of her hair.

“I’ll wake up and none of this will be real,” she lies.

I shrug and push her head back. It forces a laugh out of me when she squeals and attempts to remain balanced with her arms outstretched. Fuck, I want to kiss her. Feel her lips on mine and have her scream into my mouth.

The knife slips between my fingers, and she clamps her lips shut to hide her fear. It doesn’t even touch her, dramatic fucking cunt. Gravity pulls the knife down and it finds a home in the bastard she was going to fuck.

She pushes herself forward to prevent falling as I let her go to undo my belt. My voice is deep with need as I gesture to the only thing she’s allowed. “Ride the handle while I fuck your face.”

Delilah looks from the bloody carbon handle that must be at least eight inches, to my crotch, then to my face. Specifically, my eyes.

Before she can spit out a lie or some taunt that will make me give her what she wants, I add, “Or you can have his dick, like you wanted. That cunt of yours is too loose to feel it though.”

I hold the top of her head and stretch my fingers out. The additional pressure causes her to drop to her knees. But I apply more as though it will make her physically crumble when she’s so fucking defiant. The little demon inside of her has full hold and she manages to keep her spine straight.

Taking the gun from my waistband, I sigh. “I’m beginning to lose my patience with you. Slide your drenched panties to the side so you can fulfill your use.”

There’s no twitch as I take the safety off again. Her eyes move to the side and her breathing shallows. She was always good at being an actress, and it’s no different now. Not even as I press the gun to her temple. Her skin dents but she lifts her chin higher. “I thought I’m not worth it?”

I lean forward, meeting her glare with an inch of space between us. Still no fucking fear of me. Ignoring that, I smile.

“You deserve many things, my pretty girl,” I say as her eyes lose some of their harsh edges. “All of them will be given by me, and you wanted to fuck him, so fuck him.”

She deserves misery and never knowing peace. The concept of it should be so fucking alien to her that she’d struggle to spell the word.

I lose the little composure I have and step forward. The cunt’s thigh is in my path, and I plant my booted foot on top of it as I pull Delilah’s head back. She remains deathly still, and I free my hard dick. Blood coats my skin as I wrap my fingers around my length. I stroke from base to tip, making sure every inch is covered. I tap her temple with the side of the gun and call her forward. “Open your mouth, whore.”

Her shiny lips slowly part, forcing a dark laugh out of me.

“You’re salivating like a dog, and I haven’t even fucking touched you.”

She doesn’t move away. Not with her addiction so close. I don’t move either. She won’t be able to act like this is a dream and I’ve spent too many nights without her eyes on me to ruin it now. I want to see the way she works rather than having to keep her jaw propped open. How her eyes widen and roll to the back of her head. Feel her moans and fuck her throat without any threat of it never occurring again. I nearly killed her last timebecause I needed more, needed to feel how she gags around me, how her throat massages the side of my dick.

Most of all, I miss waking up in her mouth or cunt.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

DELILAH, 17 YEARS OLD

The door creaks as I enter Kane’s bedroom in his family’s lake house. He drank too much last night and the smell of alcohol clings to the cabin walls, but I miss him since I couldn’t escape Asher’s clutches all night.

He sleeps on his back with his arm over his face, the sheets half hanging off the bed, and he has one leg propped up. It’s too warm for him to wear anything since he hates the feeling of being trapped, so I gently lift the sheet at the end of the bed.

There’s no wakefulness as I crawl between his legs and gently kiss his calf. Only a small moan, and the thin sheet offers enough light to see his dick twitch. He’s always hard in the morning. My lips dance up his thigh as I crawl up his body.

Gently stroking his thighs, I lay on my stomach and trace a line on the seam of his balls. I’m rewarded with another low, sleepy moan. I can’t fight my smile as I continue the soft, teasing touches. It won’t be enough to wake him since I’ve built his tolerance up over the years. But it’s enough to make him mine.

I run the flat of my tongue up his length, tracing every vein and ridge until I reach the head. The sheet lifts off his abs as I slowly wrap my lips around the tip of his dick and massage his slit with the point of my tongue.

“Mmf, fuck,” he groans. Still asleep and succumbing to me.

Taking him deeper into my mouth, I hollow my cheeks and only allow an inch. He twitches against my tongue as the sheet is roughly pulled off me. Kane grabs my face in both hands, his thumbs stroking against my cheeks, and he drops back against his pillow.

“Hi, my pretty girl,” he whispers.

I smile around him and feel exactly like what he says. His. With Kane, I’m not a bitch or a Leroux. There are no expectations or rules. I’m just his, exactly as I am without the requirement for change.

Letting his dick go with a muted pop, I whisper back, “Happy birthday, baby. Go back to sleep.”

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