Page 53 of Sacred Vow
Truth be told, I feel there’s already a clock on their sexual relationship. I could feel it in the air last night. There was a shift in Tilly’s energy toward Zeph. I think their friendship is solid, but perhaps something is starting to change in their sexual relationship.
If I were a betting man, I’d put it all down to the conversation about Jordan and how he approached Tilly on the street. I was disappointed in Zeph’s response. He was too quick to question Tilly’s version of events, and she more than noticed. But I can’t blame him. What Tilly was describing didn’t sound like the friend Zeph has always cared for. It’s only natural to feel uneasy about the situation and have questions.
I’ve always found Jordan to be strange, but I didn’t have him pegged as the type to approach women on the street and demand sexual favors. Maybe it’s time I had a chat with Jordan and let him know exactly what his life might look like if he continues treating women the way he does.
Either way, I think the whole situation left Tilly wondering what kind of man Zeph truly is. If he’s the type to ask a woman what she was wearing after being assaulted, or if he’s the man who’s going to throw down and protect her with his life. While I know exactly who my son is, it might take a minute for Tilly to understand and trust him the way that I do.
Knowing Zeph’s got an eye on her, I exit out of my surveillance app and get back to work, letting thoughts of online stalkers fall from my head.
By the time the end of the day has rolled around, I’m back in the comfort of my own home, lounging in my outdoor entertaining unit and watching the world pass by. But withthe silence of the night and work far from my mind, those treacherous thoughts of Tilly have more than resurfaced.
I lift my glass to my lips, and despite knowing how I should be putting distance between us and allowing her to move far away from a man like me, I find myself pulling out my phone and opening a new text.
Caesar: Your video has been scrubbed off the internet. It shouldn’t be a problem anymore.
Her response comes almost instantly.
Tilly: Holy shit! Thank you. You have no idea how much of a relief that is. Did you happen to figure out who the infamous Vag Destroyer is?
Caesar: Nothing on his identity, but he’s also been handled. For now. There’s no stopping a man like that. He’ll pop back up, and when he does, his ego will be bruised. Watch your back with that one. Be careful.
Tilly: I will.
Tilly: What are you doing?
A million different responses pop into my head, each one of them more vile than the last, and has everything to do with explicit positions I want to put this girl into, but in the spirit of being on my best behavior, I go with a safe reply.
Caesar: Nothing, hellcat. Just rolled a joint.
Tilly: Was it your ankle?
I stare at her message, unable to believe what the hell she just said to me. My fucking ankle? I’ll have her know that there’s not a damn thing wrong with my ankle. I’m in better shape than every fucking college douchebag she’s ever given that sweet little pussy to, and she knows it.
Unable to help myself, I open my surveillance app and find Tilly in her apartment. She’s in bed, lying on her stomach with her blankets barely covering her ass, kicking her legs like a fucking giddy child as she stares down at her phone, and damn it, the sight has something softening in my chest.
Tilly: Oh shit. I’m in trouble, aren’t I?
Caesar: It’s past your bedtime. Go to sleep before I’m forced to punish you.
Tilly shuffles around on her bed, putting herself on her back, and when her hand slips between her creamy thighs, I grow rock hard in my pants.
Tilly: Punish me how exactly? I’m going to need explicit details. And don’t you dare hold back.
So much for putting distance between us. I’m a goner. This little she-devil has me by the fucking balls. And with that, I typeout my response, telling her precisely how I’d punish that sweet little cunt and just how hard I intend to do it.
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TILLY
Pulling one of my favorite shirts over my head, it settles into place, and I step back and look at myself in my full-length mirror, grinning at the slogan printed across my tits.My neck, my back, my anxiety attack.Most of my slogan shirts are full of lies, but this one right here, it might be the only one I own that adequately reflects my actual feelings. Kind of.
I don’t have anxiety issues. At least, I didn’t until meeting Caesar and Zeph, but I’m not quite sure what’s bringing on the anxiety. It’s nothing to do with the sex or the sneaking around behind Zeph’s back, but it’s more to do with Caesar himself.
I think I’m breaking my vow.
It’s been a little over a week since I laid in bed and read all about the way he wanted to punish me, and man, did he deliver. I’ve met Caesar three times at Vixen in just this past week. I’m thoroughly fucked out. I didn’t think it was possible. Nobody has ever been able to curb my sexual appetite, not even close, but Caesar has me in a constant state of pure bliss. I’ve never beenso satisfied in my life. Only the moment I lay eyes on him, that intense hunger comes roaring back to life.
So much for working him out of my system. I’m starting to think it’s not possible, which only means that when he grows bored of me and kicks me to the curb, I’ll be cursed to live out the rest of my life with mediocre dick, knowing that no matter how good it might be, it’ll never compare to Caesar. Which is exactly why he can’t know that I’m starting to break.
