Page 29 of Salace

The feeling of my skin breaking as she digs them into my flesh elicits a painful gasp from me.

“I thought you’d like that,” she coos, half-slurring her words.

“I got something else you might enjoy,” she whispers, that vodka-laden breath of hers hot against my forehead. “Wait here.”

Where the fuck am I supposed to go?

I don’t dare say it out loud though since I’m still trying to figure out if I can sweet talk my way out of this.

“Show me,” I manage to spit out.

“Oh, I will,” she replies, her tone mysterious, her voice not as close as it was a few moments ago.

I close my eyes again, try to clear my head, and think of Aimee. The entire reason I’m in this fucking mess is over the girl that isn’t even here.

It makes me wonder if it was evenherthat I had been talking to.

I hear the shuffling of Julia’s feet as she stumbles toward me this time, instead of her sexy swagger.

Knowing I can’t see her, as I continue to hide in the self-imposed darkness behind my closed lids, seems to have taken her confidence from her.

Good.

The second she lets her guard down, I’ll—

“What the fuck!” I manage to blurt out in surprise, as my jeans are pulled roughly down my thighs, my boxers following quickly after.

She rakes her nails up my thighs, causing my body to start trembling, and I canhearthe knowing smile on her face when she says that I’m a “much bigger boy”than she thought I was.

In a different world, this would be a compliment, but having become one ofThe People Under the Stairs,I find nothing complimentary about it.

“Mmph,” I mumble in response.

Julia’s fingernails move to my inner thighs as she starts to graze them with the sharp tips. Is it hot? Yes. Am I enjoying it? Fuck no.

I thought I would until it actually happened. I have nothing I want to give or take from this crazy lady, and I know that saying it won’t stop her.

I’m a prisoner in her home now instead of a welcomed guest, and prisoners have no rights.

“Julia,” I try again in a more coherent tone, “I don’t—”

“Yes, you do,” she chimes in, cutting me off. “I know you do because you’re starting to grow right before my very eyes. Is this your lie detector, Kasey? Are you like Pinocchio? Only instead of your nose growing, it’s your cock?”

I grind my teeth together hoping that the sensation may bring me a little closer to coherence, but instead, another sliver of saliva pools on the tip of my tongue, then drips down onto Julia’s fingertips.

“That’s so sexy,” she breathes.

And in the next breath, I’m damn near gagged as she shoves a hand into my mouth to gather more spit, then wraps her spit-slicked palm around my dick.

“I knew you wanted me as I much as I want you.”

JULIA

While he was passed out, I gave him a sponge bath. Teenage boys can be so stinky sometimes. I wanted to make sure that, when he came too, he was clean. Prepared and ready for me. Earlier was fun, but I knew he wasn’t coherent enough to participate. Now he is. Well, almost. I give him my best hand job.

I move my hands up and down his shaft in a slow, firm rhythm, feeling his body heat and pulse. To increase his arousal, I sometimes stroke close to the head, then stop and press my thumb there. His breathing is deep and uneven, and I can tell he’s enjoying the sensation even if he is fighting it. His cock gets harder and harder, soon I can feel him start to twitch and jerk. I let my hands run faster and harder, increasing the intensity. He’s close to his release, and I can sense the orgasm build. When I finally feel it in his body, I stop abruptly with a giggle, only to start again. This time slower, this time more gentle.

He's probably thirsty. I must remember to bring down a bottle of water for him afterward. He’s weak and dizzy, and can hardly keep his eyes focused. It’s the perfect opportunity for me to take him. As I enter him with my finger, his body tightens and he whimpers. His orgasm is long and intense, and I can feel him shaking underneath me. I press my lips against his and kiss him deeply. He only protests for a moment.

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