Page 22 of The Last Feast
Her moan is feral as she bites my thumb, sucks, and fucking massages the digit with her tongue. Hooking my thumb over her teeth, I pull her to lay over me as I grab the bottle of oil. There’s barely any left, but I push my fingers through the opening to scrape the remnants off the side.
I slap her ass with less force than she used with me, and she gasps, groans, then pushes her hips back. My psychotic demon has left. She’s no longer the person in control—she’s given it all over to me. Pulling her ass cheeks apart, I circle her tight hole with my oiled finger as I kiss her cheek then bite her jaw to leave marks. I slowly push inside her as I grind up, hook my thumb tighter over her teeth, and grit, “All your holes are mine. For my fingers, my dick, my cum.”
She bites me harder despite the moans vibrating through her chest into mine.
I softly kiss her cheek as I fuck up into her. “Does my clever little girl like daddy owning all her dirty holes?”
She nods, brushing her painted cheek against my shoulder. Then, moans vibrate around my thumb as she looks up at me with huge eyes. “Yes, daddy.” Her lips soften around my thumb, and she sucks like she needs to soothe herself.
I push my finger deeper in her ass, making her tense. She sucks harder. I can’t stop playing with her body, cataloguing each and every response she has to the slightest movements to better understand her.
“Who are you?” I ask as I slowly fuck her ass, getting her ready to take another finger.
“Daddy’s clever girl,” she mumbles around my thumb. “You’ll look after me.”
“Baby…” I say on a breath as emotion chokes me. “Always. Lay your head on my shoulder while I take care of you.” I slowlyslip my thumb from her mouth then stroke her hair as she wraps her arms around my biceps.
Pressing my lips to her hairline, I add a second finger to her ass as she grinds back.
“You’re such a good girl, Hana. I think you’d be able to take more of my fingers. Let me stretch you like you did to me, wouldn’t you?”
I continue stroking her hair and kissing her as her soft moans float across my chest. The self-soothing motions come back as she presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the bottom of my neck, gently sucking without allowing her teeth to touch my skin.
Her sucking increases as I work a third finger into her ass. I nearly come from how tightly she clenches around me, but I keep my voice gentle as I praise her. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”
There’s so much vulnerability in her eyes as she looks up at me with my skin pulled into her mouth.
“You’re doing so well,” I say softly as I push my fingers down. “Letting me stretch this tight hole while keeping daddy’s dick nice and warm.”
“Good Hana?” she murmurs.
“The best, baby.”
And then, her lips are on mine, and she rides me harder, like the affirmation alone is fueling her desire. I swallow her moans, fucking her ass faster as I allow her control over my dick. We’re both moaning, moving fervently toward our combined release while holding back parts of ourselves so we don’t get lost in the insanity of this moment.
But as she tenses and my ears ring, there’s a metallic clang, followed shortly by a heavy thud that splatters liquid on our legs. Hana lifts up, wrapping her hands around my neck and fucking screaming, “Jamie!”
I buck up into her, uncaring she’s taken my air. I need more of her screams. More of her face contorting with pleasure. Moreof her cunt pulsing around me and her ass clenching as she rides out her release, leaking her cum down my dick.
Crimson liquid rains down, staining our skin as light bursts behind my eyes, and I only manage to keep the skull half of her face in view as I fill her cunt.
14
RAINING WOMAN
When they both manage to recover from the most life-altering orgasms of their lives, there’s an odd tension in the air. Neither Hana nor Auguste talk. Neither acknowledge Odette’s severed hand lying mere feet from their naked, sweat- and oil-covered bodies. However, he can’t take his eyes off her as Hana walks on trembling legs to retrieve his clothes.
Hana spirals into her thoughts. Now that he’s seen how intensely she was in love with life and the hope of a family, he’ll see her as weak. Like the others, Auguste now has the leash to control her, yet she can’t bring herself to lift the ax to remove the threat.
Instead, she keeps walking into the shadowed portion of the maze where she placed his clothes, phone, and wallet to help him escape her. Odette’s shattered device is lying beside his things, but she kicks it under the fake trees instead of taunting him with the details she found on it like she originally planned.
Bloody splatters litter her skin, trailing up her thighs and around her hip. It would usually bolster her confidence, but notnow that she’s been exposed. Her plan was to take everything she wanted; instead, Auguste has managed to gain control. Hana knows the first mistake she made was allowing him out of the binding, because now, she craves his arms around her again.
Dragging footsteps soon follow her into the shadows as Auguste gently asks, “Where are you going?”
To kill your girlfriend.
She doesn’t tell him that as she lifts the clothes she carefully folded and blindly holds them out to him. “You might be cold.”
