Page 27 of Deviant

Something that takes her away from me.

Shit, I didn’t factor that in.

I feel a nudge against my arm, “Sorry, what’s up, wildcat?”

“I was asking if you wanted some bread.” I glance down and see the piece of bread she tore off from the fresh loaf sitting in the middle of the table.

I really gotta get my shit together, especially before I go into Opal tonight. We aren’t open, but I have a few admin things I need to do because I’m a control freak who refuses to delegate most tasks to others. Imagine fucking that.

Idle chit chat occurs until we finish eating dinner and carry all of the dishes back into the kitchen. We work in tandem as O puts any leftovers away and I clean dishes in the sink.

“I’d offer to help, but you’re liable to just redo everything afterward, so I’ll save us both the time and headache. I’m gonna head upstairs unless you need anything from me?” I hear her ask from behind me.

“Nah, O. We’re all good here. I’ve gotta go to the office and get some work done, but I’ll be home before midnight. I’ll lock up and the alarm will be on just so you know.” I hear her quietly sayokaybefore her footsteps carry her out of the kitchen.

I load the last dish into the dishwasher and start wiping down the counters and stove, making sure everything is shining and ready for me to use tomorrow. There’s something almost peaceful about it. A methodical way of ensuring everything is in its place, and I know what to expect in the morning. Something I can control. October used to fuck with it when she was a teenager. Purposely coming down late at night and leaving something in the sink or on the counter, and making my eye all twitchy in the morning when I went to make coffee. That girl would breeze in late to leave for school, grab a power bar, and cackle at me.

My phone buzzes with a text, and I check it and see it’s Lincoln.

Lincoln: Feel like company tonight?

God, I want to feel his lips wrapped around my cock so badly right now. My hand and I have become too close lately, which is a travesty in and of itself, considering I literally own a sex club. This whole last week with October has me all fucked up.

Me: Meet me at Opal. You can sit pretty under my desk like the good boy you are while I work.

Lincoln: Yes, Sir. Want me to wear puppy ears and a collar and if I wag my tail enough, you’ll give me your bone?

A bark of laughter leaves me. He’s a regular fucking comedian when he’s not being a vicious pit bull of an attorney, but at least I’m gonna get to drain my balls into him.

* * *

My body is languid as I walk back into the house. The entry way clock chimes alerting me of the halfway mark of this hour. Just before midnight, as I promised October.

Finally, some of the tension I’ve been carrying around has been offloaded and like the good little slut he is, Lincoln took it willingly and then some. Playing with him is never a dull moment, and he encourages all my quirks and fantasies.

I’m almost humming as I lock back up and take the stairs. I notice a light on in the bathroom that connects to October’s bedroom as well, and I pause to listen for any movement. No sound is heard, so she must have just left it on by accident. I push the door the rest of the way open so I can hit the switch, and staring at me from the bathroom counter are a set of toys. Lined up, one by one, on a towel.

Well, at least she properly cleans her shit and takes care of it.

A rose gold butt plug starts off the line of decadence, and I’m picturing her naked and splayed out before me as she pushes the pretty little thing into her ass. Next to that is a glass heart dildo that I can imagine parts her pussy so well, and I think of all the fun I could have with some temperature play.

My favorite is number three in the lineup, the Satisfyer Pro 2, which I imagine sets her up and then pushes her over the edge, both on its own and coupled with either or both of the other tools in her arsenal.

Unable to help myself, I walk into the bathroom and glide my fingers over each one before pushing open the door leading into her room. I see her laying on her stomach, hands curled underneath her head and pillow. As if I’m no longer in control of myself, I move to the edge of the bed and gently and slowly tug down the blanket covering her until she’s exposed.

She’s got on an oversized shirt, faded and spotty with holes, and I realize it’s some old shirt of mine from Edge of Insanity Ink. I wonder how fucking long she’s had that.

She moans in her sleep before rolling over, and the shirt catches and tugs upwards, exposing her lower body to me. No shorts, no panties. Nothing obstructing my view of her sweet pussy where I can see the strip of hair leading me down my final path of utter decimation.

Her thighs touch, no gap to be seen between them, and I fucking love how lush and full her body is. She looks like a playground of debauchery I want to get lost in.

Unable to stop myself, I lean forward, keeping my eyes up to watch her face as I lower my head into her lap and smell the sweet earthy scent of her cunt. I inhale deeply, letting her invade all of my senses, and I can feel how wet she still is from whatever self-playtime she had earlier. I dart my tongue out, allowing myself one taste from the source, and her flavor explodes across my tongue.

I feel starving all of a sudden, and I just want to pry her legs apart and feast on her until I consume everything. With strength I wasn’t even aware I had, I pull back before righting myself to a standing position. Licking my lips to catch every drop of her left on my skin, I pull the blanket back over her somewhat before leaving the same way I came in.

Temptation wrapped in green eyes, brown hair, and a body to make most men cry.

She’ll be the death of me whether I give in or not.

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