Page 79 of Ominous: Part 1
Me: It would hurt.
Her: I’d want it to.
Fuck.Fuck.Me: I want you. Come here.I’ve never meant anything more.
Her: I wish I could. I want to do everything you say, Eli. Even when you’re acting like a spoiled fucking brat.
I’m barely breathing, pumping myself faster, biting my swollen lip, tasting iron in my mouth all over again and thinking of Eden beneath me in a bathtub.
In a fucking pool.
Her fingernails digging into my skin. Both of our fantasies come to life as I fuck her in the water, my hand splayed over her face, plugging up her nose as she stares up at me, eyes wide beneath the surface of the pool.
Me: Oh yeah? You always wanna obey me? You always wanna make me happy, baby girl? I kinda like it when you’re a bitch.
Cool air from the fan runs over my body, and I think of how fucking hot Eden’s body temperature is when she sleeps. It would feel good for her, shoved under cold water as I buried myself inside of her, and she couldn’t even moan, or else she might fucking drown, and I know she’d want my cum before she did.
Her: Yes. I’d do anything for you. Anything you told me to.
She ignores my comment about being a bitch, as if she knows what I need right now.
And I know it’s only the fantasy she’s typing. I know she doesn’t mean it. But even still, lust and power andneedsnarl through my veins, and all I want is her face under my hand, her body for me to use.
Me: Touch yourself. Right now.
It takes her a minute to reply, and in my head, I see her fingers trailing down her waist, slipping inside her underwear under the covers of her bed, her family not too far because her house is small, and she’s getting so wet and she’s thinking of me owning her and she’s—
Her: I am. For you, even though you don’t deserve it.
Me: No, I don’t, but I don’t care. Only think about me.
Her: I don’t see anyone else.
Fuck, fuck,fuck.I’m so close, and imagining her fingers pushing into her tight pussy, and a gasp on her red lips, my name coming from her fucking mouth… I’m almost there.I’m almost there.Heat barrels through me, and I just need one more thing.
Just one more fucking thing.
Me: You’re all mine, huh?
Her: Only yours, Eli.
I know it’s a lie. We haven’t even kissed. I know it’s part of our game, but I don’t fucking care. I’m so fucking close.Me: Would you let me hold you under? Let me do anything I wanted with you? What if I bruised you? What if I really hurt you, Eden? What if I hit you?
I feel it coming, my cock swelling, growing harder in my hand. I’m imagining violence, her skin covered in marks from me. But we’re not fighting. I’m giving her everything she asked for, and even the things she was too scared to say out loud. She would thank me if she could breathe, but she can’t, because I control that too, and I know she doesn’t want air back, not yet.
In my head, bubbles come to the surface of the water. Her lungs ache, and she wants to inhale, but I’m not done, and she’s not coming up until I am.
Her: I’d beg you to do it. Make my worst thought come true.
Me: You trust me with your body?
I’m almost there, a groan leaving my throat, and I couldn’t stop it, no matter her next text, but I see it all the same before I drop my phone, pumping harder, faster, then cum is hot on my fist, over the back of my hand, stinging my bloody knuckles from the fight with dad.
Her messages play in my head as I finish, still groaning,herconsuming me from the fucking inside out as her name leaves my lips in a jagged whisper and my pulse is too fucking fast, and I remember to breathe only after it’s over. After my hand is a mess and I’m fucking spent, and when I turn my head, I read her words again.
You trust me with your body?
Her:All the damage you’d do to it would be worth it. The worst thought won’t stop playing in my head, over and over and over, and this time my murderer has a face. It makes it feel more real.
