Page 39 of The Blue Rose
He brings my hands to his mouth, kissing them with a smile.“I promise you will know everything in due time, little lamb.”
He lets go of my hands, putting me into a lying position, and hovering over me, staring into my soul. I go breathless and my heart pounds in my chest.
He looks down at my lips, and I lick them without thinking about it. He looks back into my eyes with a predatory glint. I glance down, already see his growing erection, my core weeping in anticipation.
I go to grab it, and he grabs my arm stopping me with a soft grunt. I look up at him, sadness and confusion thrumming through me. All he does is shake his head at me.
Is he rejecting me again?
As if reading my mind, a smirk softens his face. He says, “I’m not rejecting you.” I shake my head, eyes wide with shock, he's answering the question in my mind. “You just fell and hit your head and as much as I want to feel that sweet pussy again, you need rest.”
I go to argue, but he places his finger over my mouth, shushing me. “No arguing, Serena, I’m serious. Turn your cute little ass over and go to sleep. I promise next time we’re together I will make you beg me to stop.”
Feeling giddy about his promise, I nod my head, giving him a soft kiss before turning over.
I feel him get up, kissing my head and walking out the door. After I hear the front door shut and his car drive away, I find myself starting to slowly drift to sleep, flashes of teal and darkness swirling in my head.
FOURTEEN
ASTER
Well, there goes my plans again, this time ruined by an injury. Not caused by me. I punch the middle of my steering wheel, making the horn go off, hoping no one, especially my little lamb, heard it.
I so badly want to get my hands on my little lamb. I need to see her on my table. I need her screaming my name.I need her.
She would look so perfect, spread across my slaughter table. My most prized lamb. My most perfect doll.
Just imagining it makes my cock twitch.
She would look so perfect bent over-
No, what am I thinking?My breathing becomes accelerated thinking about her on my table begging for her life, not bent over.
Well…I push my head back into my seat, willing my cock to behave.Maybe bent over before I stab her heart.
Her blood would look so pretty all over my hands. Splattered against my skin. Staining the walls of my slaughterhouse.
My cock presses painfully against my jeans, the bite of pain pulling a visceral groan of pleasure from me. Glancing around I can't help myself. I use one hand to unbutton my pants, sliding them down a little. I keep my other hand firm on the steeringwheel, so it doesn’t swerve. I move my cock through the hole of my boxers, stifling a groan as it springs free.
Spitting in my hand to add some lubrication, I start to rub up and down, eliciting precum. I swipe my thumb over the tip, rubbing the precum around the top, then start to rub it up and down my shaft.
Thinking about the promise I made to Serena, what I will be doing to her once I finally make her mine, spurs me to rub harder and faster. My grip tightening with the thought of her black hair draped over the edge of the table, looking at me with those big blue eyes, begging for more.
My little lamb covered in blood, underneath me, at my mercy. I reach my breaking point. Tipping my head back, my eyes shuttered closed, and I explode all over my hand, a guttural roar escaping my throat at the same time.
I hear a horn blaring down on me, seeing an oncoming big rig hurtling towards me. For a moment, I embrace my imminent end, welcoming the pain sure to follow. My phone vibrates on my dash, my little lamb's name flashing across the screen. I swerve out of the truck's way just in time before I’m crushed.It’s not my time yet. I still need my little lamb.
My breaths come fast and labored as I take a napkin from my glove box and wipe up my hand, glancing in the rearview mirror as the rig speeds down the road, and drive the rest of the way home.
The game of cat and mouse with death is a fun one, causing my adrenaline to spike even more, but when I saw my little lambs face, I needed to get out of the trap I created for myself.I need to see her again.Soon.
I never get off to my lambs blood, I always thought it to be sickening, especially when I saw my mother and father getting one another off in their victims blood. I didn’t understand at the time what I was witnessing, but a little voice in my headtold me to run when my dad tore my moms shirt off and she made a noise I never heard before. Only when I was older and understood what sex truly was, is when I vowed to never get off like that with my victims. Another reason why rule two was put in place.
My little lamb can turn that traumatizing memory into a good one with her spilled blood. Covered in blood, whether it be hers, or ours, what a beautiful sight that would be.
Time to plan our next date, and spill one of my secrets.
I pullup to Serena’s house, and she’s already standing outside looking absolutely stunning. Wearing a black crop top that has a skull head with red roses around it and a deep vee she cut into the shirt to show off her perfect breasts. A red and black checkered skirt flutters around her hips with every step she takes. Her legs are covered by fishnets, and her shoes of choice are black combat boots.Is she trying to match?
