Page 50 of The Blue Rose
When he asked her on a date, I was sure she was going to say no, then I saw her lips lift a little and those blue eyes of hers were forming a plan. When she said yes, I lost it. Once she was alone again, I needed her to know who she belonged to.She was mine.
I was so angry, I had to walk away, or else I don’t know what would have happened. I would never hurt her, but I was going to hurt someone. The place was packed and the only way I wouldn’t kill anyone, was going back to my car, waiting for the market to be over.
The drive back to my house is quiet. I keep the radio off, and the windows down to let the cool air hit me, hoping it will help break this trance. I wasn’t expecting to react the way I did, but when I saw her tears, something in me broke. I really am terrified, I wasn’t lying to her when I said that. I am scared and confused. I am feeling things for her I haven’t felt for anyone ever. Maybe… maybe I don’t have to kill her. Maybe she will bethe one and only little lamb to make it out alive. Who knows maybe I can convince my little lamb to kill with me, she is obsessed with The Morbid Monet afterall.
We pull up to my house, and I look in the rearview mirror to see her right behind me. I get out of my car, and walk to hers, opening her door and helping her out. Taking her hand, I walk her up the steps and into my home.
The one place no one has ever been.
She is silent as she looks around, curiosity clear in her blue eyes as she tentatively steps ahead of me. My arm tugs at hers, and she glances back. I give her a tentative smile, squeezing her hand without thinking. Her cheeks lift as she lets go of my hand and wanders around looking at everything. I follow silently behind her, watching her look. Her body language is almost reverent as she sees more of my life than anyone ever has. She picks up a fox figurine and examines it. I walk behind her, reaching around to cradle her hands with mine, dropping my chin on her shoulder.
“My mother gave me that one Christmas.”
She looks over her shoulder at me. “Because your parents called you little fox?”
I nuzzle into her shoulder. “Yeah.”
“Is that why you call me little lamb?” she asks, looking back down, and turning the fox over in our hands.
“You could say that.”
She places the fox down and turns around her arms sliding around my waist. “You said you’d tell me why you call me little lamb.”
“I will one day, but today isn’t that day.”
I do want to tell her, but I already decided she wouldn’t be one of my victims. She is still my little lamb, just one I will keep. Forever. I’m not ready to show her who I truly am, I don’t know if I ever will be.
She juts out her lower lip in a sensual pout, batting her dark lashes at me and making my cock twitch.
“Serena,” I warn, my voice gravelly and full of promise.
She sucks her lip back in, biting it and making me groan. I yank her flush to my body, startling her, and making her yelp.
She wraps her arms around me, laying her head on my chest, as she looks up at me, and says, “If you don’t tell me the reason, you don’t get to fuck me.”
I chuckle and my eyes darken. “I’m the one who makes the threats, you’re the one who gets the punishments.” I lift her up, too impatient to allow her to walk, and take her to my room. Throwing her on my bed, we both pant and stare hungrily into one another's eyes.
“Clothes off. Now,” I demand, leaving no room for argument.
She does what I say and stands to take her clothes off. My eyes roam every part of her body as each piece of clothing comes off, my body humming in desperation to take her. Feel her. Fuck her.
I start removing my clothing, watching as her eyes trail every inch of my body.
“Kneel.”
She does as she’s told immediately getting on her knees beneath me.
“Crawl to me.”
She slowly makes her way over to me, ass high in the air, swaying with every move closer. Gripping my already hard cock, I start to stroke it up and down. She watches me with hunger in her eyes. Smirking, I grant her wish, and place my cock on her lips.
“Open.”
She parts her lips slowly, slipping out her tongue to trace the head of my cock. I groan at the pleasure her mouth brings me, desperate for more. She places her hand over mine and strokesup and down my long shaft, slow precise strokes, to match her sucking lips. I grip the back of her head, curling my hand in her hair, savoring the feeling she’s giving me. She’s a fucking succubus, sucking the life straight from my cock, and I am loving every second of it. She starts to quicken her pace, sucking faster, stroking deeper.
I lose control and ram my cock down her throat, making her gag. The sounds she makes has me pumping my hips faster, both hands wrapped around her head, shoving her as far as she can take me. Her eyes start to water, and she quickens her pace.
“Fuck, Serena,” I hiss. “You cry so pretty for me,” and swipe the tear that has fallen down her face.
