I clawed at his skin, pulled at the fabric of his soaked shirt. “I’m tired of waiting. I want you. I need you. Fuck me like I’m a good little slut, Reg. Your good little slut. Right here, amongst the dead men who tried to take me from you. Show them that I’m yours. Show them that I’ll only ever be yours.” My sultry whisper traveled on the soft breeze around us that carried my sexily sinister words to his awaiting ears. He shuddered, his large body trembling as he growled and ripped my body from the water. He cupped the back of my head and brought my body flat against his as he stood within the depths.
“You speak such filthy words, pretty girl. Such dirty, sinful, fucking words that get me harder than steel. Do you feel that baby? Do you feel how thick, hot and heavy you make me even in the water?” he rasped and my body quivered. His breath sent tingles that rushed through me, leaving me nothing but a leaf that swirled without aim through the streets in a storm.
Reggie flexed his hips, which made his huge cock grind against me, slick and smooth against my cunt as the action made me crave him even more. I could feel the bars in his dick, the steel protruded and ridged, but it still glided swiftly against me and the sensation drove me insane.
I growled, uneasy in my own skin as I felt need claw against my insides like a brutal beast needing an escape. “Reggie,” I breathed, head thrown back so the ends of my hair could move through the water.
“I love it when you moan my name, say it again, baby. Say my fucking name,” he husked, hot lips trailed down my throat as he left me marked all over. I opened my eyes and saw the body floating toward the shallow end of the pool and smiled.
It felt orgasmically sinful to be this wicked and depraved.
Whoever wanted to be nice?
It felt so damn good being so damn fucking bad.
“Reggie, Reggie!” I moaned. “Own me, baby, claim me.” There was only so long a woman could wait, and if he didn’t give me what I needed, I’d give it to myself.
I rocked my hips, moving in the rhythm of a dancer with her degree in the art. I could feel the pressure build, and when he wrapped that hot and wet mouth of his around my nipple and bit down hard as he sucked, I almost shattered but instead of falling over the precipice, I was blasted back from the edge.
Reggie pinched my clit as he moved his hand under the waistband of my leathers quicker than I could process after only toying with it. The sharp and sudden sting had my orgasm dissipating and a gasp torn from my throat.
“Holy, fuck my cunt!” The words rushed out of me like an avalanche and I couldn’t take them back even if I wanted to. My mind and my body struggled to work in tandem, leaving me with little outbursts of sexy desired insanity. I lurched forward and sank my teeth into the column of his throat so hard, that crimson blood pooled within the opening and rushed slick down the back of my throat as I moaned like some fucking vampire at the shock of what he had just done. I needed some kind of release and physical violence was it.
“So violent,” he mused as he moaned and grunted around the pain that turned him on. “Only when I’m inside of you, baby. Only when my cock is sunk so deep into this cunt that I can write my name on your womb and claim it with my babe. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be dominated, to be owned? This body,these tits.” His large hands kneaded my breasts, working them into a sensation that sent pulsating waves of ecstasy to my clit that throbbed. “This womb, and my most favorite. This glorious, fucked up and psychotic mind of yours, darling. Now and forever you will belong to me, my sweet but psycho, woman. Do you understand me?”
Fuck yes, that was what I wanted, what my body burned for in the dead of night when I was left alone with nothing but my dirty thoughts that featured my father’s best friend. This man had always owned me. There was something primal and dark that just curbed the hunger I searched for without ever really knowing I was searching for it at all.
“Say you understand!” he ordered, and I did. Fuck me, I did.
“I understand.”
“Good.” He kissed me as he pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and bit down so hard that it drew a hiss from my burning lungs.
He used the knife and cut down the leg of my pants, tearing them from my body at the seams, and left me in nothing but my soaked leather jacket, lacy bralette, and panties to match. I tore the knife from his grip and held it in my mouth by the handle as I helped him remove his shirt and toss it askew in the pool. Then I placed the blade on his chest, right above his heart as my eyes met his in acceptance.
“Whatever that warped little mind has conjured, baby, know that I’ll love you all the same.”
I smirk at that, at his knowledge that nothing about me is nice and normal. I leaned forward and puckered my lips as I placed them on his chest. A soft peck as I retreated and stared back up at him coyly as I floated in the water.
With one hand, I reached down and freed him from his jeans, fisting his huge cock as I pumped him back and forth and fingered the steel as I quivered again with need.
“Okay, I’m rethinking this now.” He chuckled darkly, but my sinful eyes taunted him to retreat. I pushed forward even further, right until I placed my puckered lips above his heart while I still played with the rhythm I teased around his cock. I brought the blade to his chest and pointed it into his skin, then proceeded to trace the outline of my lips with the knife until I had carved my kiss into this chest.
He hissed, as his hips pumped into my fist and the water sloshed and splattered over my arm and created a small whirlwind of water between us. When I pulled back, I looked down at my handiwork and beamed. The lines were a little shaky but I’d fix that later. I lapped up the blood, drawing my tongue through his essence as I wrapped my legs around his waist and climbed him with ease thanks to the pool water.
I kissed his throat, exploring every inch of him that tasted like a succulent spice I knew I’d crave like an addiction. He collared my throat, tightened his hold and made me purr loudly through the steady, intimate quiet that surrounded us. “Cute. But. Fucking. Psycho,” he enunciated with pride before he pushed down on my throat and sent my head submerged into the deep depths of the pool. I held my breath, my lungs burned as arousal spiked. Before I had the chance to break the surface once again my panties were pulled aside and the thick head of his cock pushed past my entrance and the entire length of him seated so deeply into my core that the arch of my back allowed him to fill me with greater depths than I thought possible.
I screamed under the blanket of water and it turned into a sultry and pain-filled moan as I broke the surface like a goddess of the sea and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck as I breathed in clean air, tinged with death, deeply.
I bounced wildly as I ran for that high. It was a sensory overload of emotions and desires that were ready to tear my body apart. I used my hold on his neck and lifted myself higherso that I could wrap myself around him. I traced my tender fingers over the ink on his shoulders and moaned in approval.
Reggie was covered in tattoos, but it was this one that had always spoken to me. Now that I was closer, I could see the woman in more detail. The fine lines of her sugar skull make-up contoured her face perfectly and I gasped at how much she looked like me.
“Reggie,” I sighed, unsure as to what I could say at this moment as I stared at myself within the eyes of a haunted skull.
“What? You thought that I wouldn’t always carry you with me? I was just counting down the days until I could make you mine, Hellcat. I just didn’t know it until I thought I had lost you,” he rasped into my ear and I shuddered.
After everything, I realized now, that after telling me I was nothing, I was actually the one thing that consumed him. I realized that in fighting ourselves and our desires, all we had done is throw that time of our lives into the void, precious moments we would never get back.