Page 63 of The Black Lotus
“Shhhh,” his finger covers my lips. “I told you I was going to punish you.” He drops the can on the bed and a relieved sigh leaves me.
I know he told me that, but I didn’tactuallybelieve he would torture me with it. The girth is intimidating as hell and no sane person would ever insert it into themselves let alone have someone else do it.
“Aster, please. It won’t fit.” For the first time since meeting him I am scared. Sweat beads at my forehead as I slowly swallow down the fear.
He scoots down, spreading and bending my legs with an iron grip on each ankle. In a threatening tone, he says. “Don’t move or there will be more pain than pleasure.”
I gulp in a shuddering breath, doing as he says and keeping my feet planted as he gets off the bed and straps them open. So even if I want to, I can't move.
He positions himself between my legs, retrieving the can and spraying it on my wet and traitorous cunt. No matter how scared I am that the can will rip me in two, my body eagerly awaits the intrusion with how I’m dripping.
The cold cream covers my pussy as the can slowly enters me. The pain is excruciating; my eyes pinching closed as my breath catches in my lungs. I can’t enjoy whatever pleasure this could bring because the only thing I’m worried about is if this will give me a UTI or some other kind of infection.This isn’t my idea of foreplay.
“Breathe, Serena,” Aster says, and I take in a huge breath of air as the can slides a little deeper, ripping a scream from my throat.
“I can’t.” Tears prick my eyes, the stretching becoming unbearable.
“You thought you couldn’t handle me, yet you did.”
“Your dick isn’t as big as this can!”
I heave a sigh of relief as he takes the can out of me, my body jerking from the relief. “Shall we compare?”
He places the white covered metal next to his cock as I strain to lift my head to look. “See? Pretty close.”
Pretty close my ass!That can almost ripped me apart to the point where I wouldn’t be able to have sex for months if he went any deeper.
He chucks the can onto the floor, and I close my eyes, thanking whoever is listening that the punishment was over quickly.
“You look relieved.”
My eyes spring open. “I am.”
“Don’t be. I’m not done with you yet.” I wiggle my body from instinct, but fail as the restraints dig into my flesh.
Fuck me.
THIRTY-FIVE
ASTER
The fear I see and smell coming from Serena’s sweaty pores is enough to make me want to retrieve the can and shove it back into her just to hear her scream again. I do love her screams, both of pleasure and pain. A feral grin twists my face.I haven’t decided which is my favorite yet.
I unlock the restraints holding Serena bound to the bed and watch as she massages her wrists.Guess I made them tighter than I thought.She glares at me with pursed lips, and I’m helpless, leaning in and trapping them between my teeth.
Instead of pushing me away like I thought she would, she moans as we kiss, returning the bite, her teeth piercing into my flesh. She pulls back, taking the skin with her, releasing only when my skin doesn't give anymore.
I grip her waist with a bruising force as she straddles me, her hands tangling in my hair, tugging when she wants more.
She is as addicting as the kills I miss performing. I haven’t had a moment to think about everything Kara said. If I’m being honest to myself, she did get in my head about Serena not having a choice in anything. As much as I keep trying to convince myself, a little part of me does miss being the Morbid Monet. Killing Kara wasn’t enough; I need more. I miss the feeling I getwhen a lamb is laying on my table. I miss the satisfying ripping of skin as my knife slices through their flesh. I miss the questions of why and their screams begging me to stop. But most of all I miss turning them into a Jane Doe. I miss being the only one to know who they were before. All the killing we’ve done, we have revealed their true identity, so everyone knows who they were before and after death.
My kissing slows as my grip on her loosens, making her pull back from our kiss, her face concerned. “Hey, where’d you go?”
“Just thinking about the Morbid Monet.”Way to ruin the moment, Aster.
Her face falls and my pulse quickens with the fear I’ve said something I shouldn’t. “Not that I’m not happy-”
“It’s okay,” she interrupts, looking away from me. “You were the Monet for so long, of course you miss it. I’m… I’m sorry I’ve taken you away from that path.”
