Killing Heather

Chapter 8

We crash through the wooden archway claiming itself a grand entrance to this castle of obsession in almost cartoon-like fashion. We barely make it inside when she spins abruptly to match my direction. She arched her back and slightly craned her neck in a way that only could mean one thing. Intense desire and overcoming arousal ignite in her eyes like a firework display on an abandoned island. Her hands sporadically gripping and grabbing from my waist, up my neck and down my back.

I keep composed as well as I can, and embrace her with a grasp of my own around her surprisingly fit waist. I lean closer to her, and she follows. It’s obvious she was expecting a kiss, but instead I slowly inched closer to her face with my own until our cheeks rested lightly together. I inhaled a deep, full, and incomprehensibly satisfying breath with my mouth lightly grazing her ear. My nose deeply buried into the soft hair above the beginning of her dreads.

That’s it. The smell.

I let out a low guttural growl that ended in a sputter of overwhelming sensation.

She slowly backs away from leaving sweet nothings on my neck to interlock her sight with mine. Our faces but mere inches apart I can almost taste her. She smiles in amusement. I assume she enjoys the fact that she’s almost reverted me into a wild animal.

We had been standing this whole time. Maybe more leaning into our opposing forces than standing. In a blink I lift her up onto a decorative cabinet adjacent the door. I remember this piece of furniture in specific, but I can’t think about that right now.

The cabinet creaks under the pressure of us leaning so heavily, but nothing else matters right now. How could this be happening. The only other noise being a familiar piece of parchment, crunching and crinkling under the ass of my girl. She’s didn’t move the fuc-

Focus-

I take control. I can’t afford to let her see my d**k in the condition that it’s in. She will think I’m some sort of freak because of how much I’ve destroyed myself in adoration of her.

I retreat my elbows inward to position myself to collect her hands from wandering about my back.

Maybe it’s the wrong call, but I’m going to gamble.

She’s a freak, right?

She’s ready to f**k me and she just met me. We didn’t even exchange names. I know hers already of course. She’s my girl.

She’s my girl.

Reciting my mantra gives me confidence.

I force her hands upwards; pinning them both at the wrist with one hand. Paying no mind to her surprise I begin the dig in my back pocket.

Perfect.

She begins to squirm, but it’s almost over. Three more seconds.

Hiding what I have in the palm of my hand, I reunite my hands together. Still making sure to be quick enough she couldn’t escape, and smooth enough she couldn’t react.

Rapid and aggressive clicks sting the air as the fourteen inch cable tie rang taught around her wrists. I left just a little space for-

I grunt a little as I lift her by her restraints a few inches and hook the zip-tie on the coat hangers above us.

It’s amazing how perfectly the shoe cabinet was spaced between the coat hangers. It’s almost as if whoever designed it had this exact same idea.

I chuckle to myself, but not visibly, I don’t want her to think I’m mocking her. No. It’s my time to please her.

I can feel bruises forming from my touch immediately on the inside of her thighs as I force them apart, revealing that her t-shirt really was her only article of clothing.

I kneel.

Beginning at the crease of her knee, I slowly trace the inside of her thighs with my lips. Dragging them while leaving little kisses as mementos. Following the curves of her body, until stopping briskly before the softest skin begins. I begin to tease her by kissing, licking and lightly biting the surrounding area. Passing directly to leave kisses from one inner thigh to the other, only brushes by what she really wanted me to touch.

She was pulsating. I could physically see her heartbeat in her p***y, and she was dripping into an amassing puddle.

I lightly blow against her wetness. It contracts and flexes with the sudden change of stimulation, and temperate.

I could wait no longer.

I dive in to her. Her p***y met my lips like jumping into a puddle, and now I am absolutely drenched. I explore her warmth with my tongue. Caressing and exposing every fold, and every wave. I flattened my tongue and moved it in a circular motion against her c**t. I could almost stick my tongue inside at the same time. I make my best attempts to then shove my entire tongue into her. My lips massaging her c**t and sucking lightly.

I love her. She tastes phenomenal.

I begin abusing her sweet spot with forceful suction. Allowing my tongue to batter her blossoming budding c**t over and over again.

She’s getting close I think-

Just as I said that she erupts with screams of pleasure. I jam my tongue in her p***y hoping to lap up any loose juices.

I stood up. Watching her squirm still from the post effects of her climax. She wasn’t looking at me at all.

Oh well.

I flip the blade open on the military grade tactical knife I conceal at my hip. Her eyes flash to mine. Before she can let out a noise I grab deep into her hair and sever a single thick, long, two-toned dreadlock from the back of her head. Clutching it in my hands and deeply inhaling the fumes it releases.

I turn to leave. She become visibly uneasy and begins to toss as its apparent I have no intention of releasing her.

“Hey..! Wait a… minute.”

She’s struggling still. I’m about to exit the door when my blade cuts the light of the sun and a flash of reflection scatters across the room. The knife hurdles at blinding speed and digs deeply into the wood of the cabinet she’s seated upon.

She knows what’s she gotta do to get out. Just slip your hands up and cut the tie. I thought to myself.

I exit the door. Leaving her to our devious creation.

“Wait.”

She said. Standing at the door. Composed.

I turn around slightly to glance at my shoulder at her.

“Yeah?”

“Is it you?”

My heart turns to ice and shatters. I know what’s she’s staying right now. I know exactly what she means.

“Is it me?”

I choke out as confidently as I can.

She looks down all but defeated. Then glances back and and instant.

“Never mind….”

I continued walking. I needed to leave. What the f**k just happened?

I need to go.

I need to go.

I freeze at the end of her driveway. My lies echoing back to me with the evidence of my deception. I turn back around in hopes to think of something to say, but nothing came to me, so I just kept walking.