Page 16 of Lunatic
“Never.”
I pull her close to the edge of the bed and feast on her pussy, while she sits up with her now free hands in front of her. Instead of fighting me, she runs her fingers through the strands of my hair, holding me to her as I lick at her clit with fast strokes.
She closes her legs around my head, not trying to stop me, but like she wants to keep me in place.
Seeing her like this is fucking intoxicating. I could get used to it, but I won’t, because I know she won’t be here much longer. If Dr. Death is able to stay away from her for the day, it means he’s tiring of her. If that’s the case, her life is nearly over.
“Come for me, little Lunatic. Give me everything you have.”
“I don’t come on-” she begins to say, but interrupts herself with a loud guttural moan, as she explodes all over my face. Not only did she come on my tongue, she fucking squirted. It’s unfortunate her doctor has his sights set on her. She’d be fun to keep around. Then, of course, I probably would’ve never met her if it weren’t for him.
Rising to my feet, I watch her closely to make sure she isn’t going to escape.
“Take your shirt off.”
As she removes her top, I slip out of my pants and stroke my cock, while staring at her perky tits.
“Good girl.”
Her cheeks pink at my praise, and I push her gently onto her back. Grabbing her legs, I push them back and slam inside her, relishing her sweet little moan.
“Fuck. This pussy is so tight and so wet for me.”
Leaning over her, I place a hand on either side of her head on the mattress, and nearly get lost in her eyes. So dark and full of mystery. I wanted to know more about her doctor so I could use it as leverage on him. Right now, I don’t give a fuck about that. I want to know everything about my little lunatic.
“Raven,” she whispers, and I lift my hand, sliding it into her hair, while pressing my lips to hers. She parts her lips and pushes her tongue into my mouth. It’s in this kiss that I know she wants me as much as I want her. Swallowing down her moans, I pull my hips back and snap forward, burying myself deep in her exquisite pussy with every thrust.
When I pull back from our kiss, the look on her face is one of terror, and it confuses me after she has been into this.
“Bianca?” I ask, when I hear another voice behind me.
“We had an agreement, Raven. You are allowed to hurt my toy when I’m absent. This does not look like pain to me. It looks like two lovers fucking. Willingly.”
I lift myself up and turn around, to find Dr. Death scowling at me, with my scalpel in his hand.
Fuck, this motherfucker is such a mood killer.
“Playtime is over. Get off of her. Try anything stupid and I’ll cut you both to fucking shreds.”
I get up, knowing I don’t have much of a choice. He wins this round, but I’ll get my goddamn scalpel back.
He motions for Bianca as she trembles.
“Get over here, whore.”
At a snail’s pace, she gets off the bed and walks over to him. He grabs her by the hair and swings her around, so that she’s looking at me, with tears running down her face.
“Say goodbye to Raven. You won’t see him again.”
Her expression causes an ache in my chest.
“Goodbye, Raven,” she cries out in pain, as he nearly drags her across the floor.
“Do what he says, little Lunatic. Whatever the fuck he says.”
I want to promise I’ll save her, but I can’t do that. My brain is in a fucking fog at the fact that I even want to. Without my weapon, my power is gone. Until I get something to cut with. I may need to get creative. Then I remember the shank I made, months ago. It was my ‘just in case’ that I never expected to need.
I turn around, grab my pants, and pull them back on, before going to search for something sharp.
