Page 63 of Vicarious

The movement of the chair under Travis’s toes makes us break apart.

“It’s going to be a minute until he dies,” Viper says.

I don’t reply because that was the point. To make the death as long and painful as possible while being able to pass it off as suicide. So there must be some other reason Viper is pointing out the obvious.

He proves me right when he leans his head down, puts his lips to my ear and says, “I’m going to fuck you while Jason Travis gets closer and closer to his inevitable death. Since he likes watching you come so badly, let that be the last thing he ever sees.”

It’s a depraved idea. Heinous really. Just like Viper is.

I don’t know what it says about me that I look up at him, smile, and bring him down to press my lips hard against his. Taking my kiss for the yes that it is, Viper pulls off my hooded jacket and tosses it on the ground before finding the hook of the halter of my jumpsuit. The fact that he’s even looking for it is surprisingly patient for him, let alone when he finds it and takes the time to undo it. The top of the jumper falls to hang low on my hips, held up by the holster around my waist.

Despite the unusual patience, there’s still urgency between us. I need Viper now as much as I ever needed him, and I’m sure he feels the same. But there’s no rush to meet that need because it’s going to be met. Now and forever. That much is sure.

Viper sits me in the extra chair that Revnor was sitting in before he left and takes the time to kiss me all over my face, down my neck, to my collar bone and to my breasts.

In the background, Travis makes a pained noise, and Viper turns to look at the man before smirking up at me.

“I think he’s trying to tell me to play with your tits,” Viper says. “What do you think?”

“I think we should oblige him,” I reply.

Travis lets out another pained noise, but I ignore it as Viper covers my pointed brown nipple with his mouth. I buck my hips up toward him as the sensation of his hot wet mouth sends electricity tingling through my body and down to my wet pussy, an uncomfortable tightness coiling in me and already begging for release.

He gets a rhythm on my breast, mimicking how I’ve sucked off his cock before onto it. He makes long stripes with his tongue all around it, from the top of my breast to the tip. Along the sides to the tip. From the bottom underside to the tip before taking as much of it into his mouth as he can. Bobbing his mouth back and forth over it before focusing on my nipples, pulling, yanking, sucking. Just nipping it with his teeth.

He may as well be sucking on my clit for all that it feels like I’m about to come from this, even though I know I won’t. When he moves to the other breast, I reach down to take off my holster and drop it onto the ground. Then I grab the waist of my panties and the jumper and lift up to slip them over my hips.

Noticing what I’m doing, Viper grabs onto the fabric over my hands and helps me pull it down the rest of the way to my ankles. At which point, he takes his mouth off my nipple and takes off my boots so he can completely remove my remaining clothes.

I hear a pathetic whine from my right and look over to see Travis beginning to struggle, trying to find a way to shift his weight so his toes won’t hurt so much carrying his weight. It won’t be long before he gives. I can see it in the way his face is red and his breaths are becoming more labored.

“Not so excited to see me getting fucked, now. Are you?” I ask.

His only answer is a painful whine, and perhaps the way my pussy aches more in wanting means I’m just as much of a sadist as he is. Or maybe it just means I like seeing people like him get what they deserve.

Viper settles kneeled between my legs, and I spread my legs further in eager invitation of his hot mouth and tongue on my pussy. Except, he doesn’t take the invitation.

Instead, he reaches to his waist where his own holster is and takes off his gun. A silver pistol that he’s had since before he married Phae. His favorite weapon.

I tilt my head in curiosity.

“Don’t worry. You’ll like it. I promise.”

“I wasn’t worried,” I reply honestly. Viper could point that thing directly at me, and I’d never believe he was going to hurt me.

He ejects the magazine from it and empties the bullets onto the ground. Then he reinserts the empty magazine and fires the gun to make sure there’s no bullet loaded into the chamber.

He then twirls the gun around his finger before gripping it in his hand. I start to roll my eyes and call him a drama king until, suddenly the gun is between my legs and without any warning, he shoves the barrel up my pussy.

I let out a yelp in surprise and squirm some at the intrusion. Because, unlike Viper’s fingers or mouth or cock, the metal of his pistol is cold. My body adjusts to it eventually. Likely helped by the fact that Viper didn’t wait for me to get used to it and just began to thrust the barrel back and forth into my pussy.

It feels different, but eventually I get used the feeling as Vipers finds just the right angle to fuck me with.

“Oh… Yes,” I manage through labored breaths. “Just like… like that.”

His mouth joins his gun on my pussy, but directly above it, right onto my clit, and suddenly my orgasm is building from both my pussy and my clit and…

In the background, Travis lets out a desperate moan. The bravado from earlier gone, and, somehow, I feel the vibrations of his moan. Sense his fear of what’s going to happen. The dawning horror and realization that he’s not going to get out of this. The exact same thing he put me through. Except no one is going to come looking for him. He doesn’t have someone who will and can kill anyone who gets in the way of him getting to the person he loves the most.

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