Page 30 of Salace

This is what erotic pleasure is all about. He’s mine now and I can teach him just what life has to offer as far as pleasure goes.

My phone vibrates on the basement steps. Over and over and over. The sound is offensive. Kasey's eyes try desperately to lock on to mine but the drugs haven't quite worn off yet. Not that I’ve really given them a chance to.

Irritation consumes me like a wildfire out of control. Who could possibly need to get a hold of me right now? My heart throbs against my ribcage with annoyance as I push up to my feet and stomp across the basement. The screen reads Aimee and my irritation blooms into rage. Kasey is mine. I will not share him.

"Jul...ia," Kasey mumbles, "please."

I pick up my phone and hurl it across the room, satisfied at the way it cracks and shatters. Kasey flinches at the sound, but his eyes remain half-closed, his mind still foggy from the cocktail I’ve given him. He tries to sit up but I march back to him and push him down with a firm hand.

"You need to rest," I say, my voice cold and calculating. It sounds different from normal. Like I’m not really inside my body. "You're in no condition to move right now."

Kasey nods weakly, his eyes starting to drift shut again. I watch him for a moment, feeling a mix of anger and possessiveness and desire that I don't quite understand. This isn't like me, not really. But Kasey is different. He'sspecial.

And I won't let anyone come between us.

I sit down beside him, running my fingers through his messy hair. He murmurs something incoherent and I shush him, feeling a strange sense of comfort in the way he leans into my touch.

My mind starts to wander as the minutes tick by. What if this could last forever? Could I keep Kasey here with me, safe and sound, never letting anyone else touch him? It's a tempting thought. One that I haven’t been able to shake. One that I’m not sure Iwantto shake.

I brush my lips against his forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. His eyelashes flutter and he opens his eyes, gazing up at me with those big, beautiful eyes of his. I smile down at him, feeling my heart swell with a fierce, possessive love.

"You're going to be okay," I tell him, holding his hand tightly in mine. "I won't let anyone hurt you."

He nods, a small smile crossing his lips. "I know," he whispers hoarsely.

I feel a surge of pride at his words. This boy, this beautiful, broken boy, trusts me with his life. And I won't let him down. I'll protect him no matter what.

I lean in closer, running my fingers through his hair again. His breath hitches, and I can see desire in his eyes. He wants me just as badly as I want him.

Without a word, I press my lips to his, feeling the softness of his lips against mine. It's like an electric shock, the way my body responds to his touch. We kiss deeply, passionately, lost in our own world of desire and need.

In that moment, I know I'll do anything to keep Kasey safe. I'll fight for him. For us. I just need a permanent plan. I need to keep Aimee away. I have all the time in the world to concoct something.

I pull away and smile at him. “I have some things I need to take care of, but I'll be back. Don’t worry.”

His eyes look a little wild but he doesn’t give me any grief. I pick up my broken phone from the other side of the room and head upstairs. In the house, I close the basement door behind me and deadbolt it. I listen quietly to see if he makes any noise, any screams for help, but I know the room is well insulated so I needn't worry about anyone hearing him.

I feel greasy and tired. Time for a shower then something to eat. Maybe I'll even make something tasty for Kasey too.

KASEY

My body is still trembling.

Feeling Julia’s hands on my cock did nothing but scare me even more. Regardless of how she perceived it, how it felt toher,it felt like rape to me.

And I know that when I get out of this,ifI get out of this, no one will believe me becausemen don’t get raped.

A common misconception that I’m ashamed to admit I believed up until now.

Now that I’m a victim of this heinous act, I know that the chances of walking out the front door of this house is less than stellar.

A shaky, pained breath escapes me.

My head still hurts. I still feel nauseous, and as I close my eyes again, I realize that I prefer to stay in the dark.

I also understand why so many do. They find comfort in the oblivion that others simply don’t know or always try to coax them out of.

I take a deep breath and do my best to raise my head again, this time slightly succeeding, and rest the back of it against the wall behind me.

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