Page 56 of Interview with a Sadist
“Fuck,” I mumble between licks. “A single second away from you is too long.”
Bree moans above me, and I look up to find her eyes closed. Her hands grip the sides of my head again as she embraces me, enjoying our reentry into erotica. While still holding her clit hood up, I slowly insert two fingers into her pussy and curl them up toward her stomach from the inside, desperately searching for her G-spot as I finger her and lick her clit simultaneously.
“Fuck,” she tries to say, but it comes out as a muddled, incoherent moan, which only spurs me on.
Over the span of a few minutes, I work myself into a rhythm, pumping my fingers like a piston while I suck her clit and glide my tongue up and down. Bree’s breathing becomes cadenced as sweat begins to bead on both of our foreheads, and I don’t dare stop. I know she’s on the verge of a second orgasm, and second orgasms take time and patience, so I hunker down and commit to reaching the finish line. My mouth aches and my arm quakes, but I continue because giving her the orgasm she deserves is what it’s all about. If my cock stiffened anymore it would cripple me, but I keep going until the familiar sound of an oncoming orgasm climbs from behind the ball gag.
“Come on, baby,” I whisper as I dig in and work for what I crave. “Give it to me. Be my good girl and come in my mouth.”
“Shit,” Bree tries to yell, just as my hard work pays off and she detonates. Her body erupts into a frenzy of convulsions as she struggles to keep herself standing, and I keep going until she finally comes back down to earth.
Bree breathes heavily, panting hard as she struggles to suck in enough air, but I don’t wait for her to gather herself. I’ve waited long enough, and I can’t manage it another fucking second. I have to be inside her here and now.
I stand up quickly like there isn’t enough time, like I don’t know if another asshole is going to knock on my office door, and I grab Bree by the throat. She moans beneath my grip as I squeeze her airway just to make her face change colors one last time, before I spin her around and slam her against the door. I don’t give a fuck if the entire club is listening now. I’m too hard and I want her too badly. Only the signal of her shaking head—only the safe word could stop me now.
I’m so fucking riled up by the sight of her, I don’t have the patience to wait once she’s in position. Forcefully, I bend Bree over just enough to give me access to her pussy, and I slide my cock all the way inside. I’m pleased to find that she’s absolutely soaking wet, and I use it as motivation to fuck her ferociously.
I grip her hips so tight that I know she’ll bruise, and I use every inch to shred her, pounding in and out of her pussy with forceful, savage strokes that would slam Bree’s head against the door if she wasn’t using her hands to brace herself. She moans behind the ball gag, her volume rising higher and higher with each stroke, culminating in a blaring squeal when I slap her ass and leave a beautiful, deep red handprint. Her sounds and the sight of my mark on her send a gallon of blood surging to my cock and I’m immediately bowled-over.
“Ah, fuck,” I growl, still pumping. “Yes, I’m going to fucking come! Yes!”
Just as I’m wrecked, I snatch my cock out of Bree’s pussy and use my hand to stroke out thick, white strands of cum onto her ass. My knees wobble as I jerk myself, coming harder than ever while I stare at my handprint on her pristine ass cheek. Her ass and my cum is the perfect combination, and I collapse onto the floor in complete satisfaction.
Still panting, Bree kneels on the floor next to me and I use the last bit of my energy to sit up and detach the ball gag from her face. Once it’s gone, I toss it onto the floor as she wipes away spit and wiggles her mouth around to loosen the muscles in her face. I watch her and smile, tickled by the sight of her trying to bring sensation and life back into her red cheeks. When she sees me watching, she stops moving her mouth and begins to laugh. That’s when I reach out and pull her body down onto mine, and we lay on the floor together like two kids too overtaken by lust and infatuation to need a bed for affection.
We lay on the floor of my office giggling together, and I’m not even sure what we’re laughing at. Is it the fact that we had to stop because of Maddy, or because my cum is now smeared across my floor? Perhaps it’s because Bree looked funny swaying her jaw back and forth after I removed the ball gag, because she’s not used to wearing one.
Our laughter could be for a multitude of reasons, but none of them really matter. All that matters is that we have laughter in common. We have a sense of humor in the middle of the craziness that has become our lives since we met, and from my experience, I know how important that is.
I may not know the future or how the past will affect us, but I can recognize a perfect present when I see one, and this is it. Right here. Right now. Just me and Bree.
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ChapterThirty-Four
“Goddamn it. I can’t stand when the mall is packed like this. You know I hate people.”
“Actually, I didn’t know that, but it’s nice to learn something new about you, Octavia.”
The two of us stand in the middle of the food court with our hands on our hips, watching a violent sea of teenagers and families stride by on their way to one of the many stores in Philadelphia Mills. We should’ve known better than to come here on the weekend, but Nolan is occupied with meetings today, and Octavia’s husband, Mike, is having a boy’s day. So, it’s just us ladies at the jam-packed mall, with gossip to spew and money to spend. Now that I think about it, it’s the perfect way to spend my Saturday evening.
It has been a few days since I’ve had time to sit down and talk to Octavia. In our line of work, we spend plenty of time outside the office on assignments, and sometimes our schedules don’t line up enough for us to be in the same place at the same time. While all of my life-changing events with Nolan have been taking place, Octavia has been out and about. So, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do, and I can already hear the expletives and exclamations before I even begin.
The first store we enter is Barnes & Noble, because … of course. There’s no way I’m going to come to the mall and allow myself to be swarmed by all these people without at least giving myself something to look forward to when I get home, and everyone loves a great book. I mean, who the hell doesn’t?
Unlike the rest of the mall, B&N actually isn’t filled to the brim with people, although I am immediately shoulder-checked by a curly-haired blonde on our way in, who doesn’t even turn around after she hits me. While our society needs more people to read, everyone would much rather be chained to their cellphones, scrolling TikTok and leaving bookstores to rot and die. Today, however, I’m grateful that the place isn’t packed, because I don’t need tons of people around when I start talking to Octavia about my sex life.
As we enter the bookstore, Octavia trails close on my heels as I quickly make my way inside and head straight for the escalator to the second floor. I dodge the counter and do a spin move to avoid a collision with a woman clutching a stack of books, and step onto the moving stairs like a true B&N professional.
“What are you, a running back?” Octavia says, giggling as she steps on behind me. “You’re out here dodging tackles and stiff-arming children like you’re getting ready for the combine.”
I chuckle as I turn around. “I didn’t stiff-arm any children. That kid was at least a teenager.”
Octavia, with her black skin glistening under the lights, laughs. “You’re a mess. Are you looking for something in particular? You aimed straight for the second floor like you already know what’s up there.”
“I do,” I admit as the stairs reach the next level and we step off. “I’m actually interested in this new book that just came out. I hear it’s incredible, and this author has become a huge deal lately. Here is it.”
I pick up the hardcover and hand it to Octavia, who looks it over.
