That Sik Luv
: Chapter 25

Aero

I sit back in the chair, waiting. Watching.

Rolling her head to the side, her black hair splays across her forehead, over her eyes. I see her lashes flutter as a weak little groan leaves her throat.

I worried I’d given her too much anesthetic, but then realized she hadn’t really had a good night’s sleep since before meeting me. She needed the rest. And I needed the time to do what I do.

“Aero,” she murmurs, and my cock swells.

She’s calling for me, already knowing I’m here. I don’t like that she feels safe with me. She shouldn’t. I get up from the chair, walking towards her body that’s cuffed to the iron bars of her bed.

“Wake up, baby,” I say, leaning over her. Brushing the hair out of her eyes, I take the opportunity to lick the side of her face again while she’s still a little out of it. “I’ve got a surprise for my beautiful girl.”

Her eyes snap open wide, orienting herself, and the terror I need to see is back. She goes to sit up, but her wrists pull against the cuffs on the bed. She moves her leg, feeling the rope I’ve tied there. Immediately, her chest heaves, and she pulls on all the restraints at the same time, thrashing her naked little body for my viewing pleasure.

“Help!” she cries out. “Someone—”

I slap my palm over her mouth.

“No one is going to help you, Briony. No one but me,” I say, pushing down on her mouth. I pinch her nose closed, watching as those gorgeous panicked eyes focus in on mine beneath my ski mask. She tries to move her face away from my grasp, but I hold tight, taking her air. “Why don’t you understand that?”

I see her try to bend her knees inward, closing her thighs, but the restraints pull tight, spreading her legs. She can’t hide the fact that this turns her on, this lack of control. Her pretty pink pussy is on full display. Clean shaven and slick, as if she were just waiting for someone to see it and salivate all over it.

Her eyes fill with tears, and she tries to calm herself while I hold her breath, blinking once as if communicating her understanding. That or she’s beginning to feel the lack of oxygen taking her to a hazy bliss. I remove my hand, allowing her air again, and she sucks in a quick breath, her round, plump breasts rising.

“Now you know how I feel every time I’m without you,” I say, slapping the side of her face gently with each word. “I can’t. Fucking. Breathe.”

She swallows, her eyes darting back and forth between mine, the fear causing her bottom lip to tremble.

“A-are you going to punish me now?” she asks in a cracked, timid tone. “For what I did?”

I straighten above her, pleasantly surprised by her question as I grab the duct tape from the nightstand.

I reach my hand out, running my thumb over her quivering bottom lip. “No, little doll. I’m not going to punish you.”

Her face falls to a bit of a frown and her brows knit with confusion. I watch as her head turns, and her worried eyes replace her wrist that’s almost purple from how tight I have it clamped down.

She needs to know pain. Her life has been entirely too easy to where she’d practically crumble under different circumstances. I can’t have that. I won’t have that. Her strength comes from me, pushing her past the point of comfort.

“I’m going to reward you,” I say, turning her chin to face me again. “For being such a good girl, spreading my cum all over his lips just like I asked you to.”

She blinks away her impending tears, and I drop her chin. Pulling out a strip of duct tape, I pull my mask up over my mouth to expose my teeth, biting the edge until a decent-sized piece rips off. She thrashes as I place the tape over her mouth, stifling another scream.

“Can’t have you screaming through the show.”

I grab my phone from the nightstand, adjusting the knit mask back over my face.

“Now, for your surprise.” I replace the video and perch my phone up on the stand.

She turns her head as far against her shoulder as she can, attempting to see. I click play, then walk back towards the bench of her vanity, leaning back on my elbows. I kick my boots out before me, slouching to get comfortable, as I watch the show with pleasurable satisfaction, excited to view her response.

Her eyes widen when she sees herself on the tiny screen. She’s in an entirely different position than she is now. On her stomach, naked, with her limbs spread out across her bed. I’d just removed her dress after she passed out from the anesthetic. She’s facing the camera, her eyes shut and her lips parted, sleeping peacefully like the beautiful little doll she is. I step into the camera, kneeling on the bed between her legs behind her. I spread her thighs wider, the cusp of her round ass right beneath my thumbs.

I hear a little cry come from her throat as she continues watching, and it makes me grin. I know she’s worried about what she’s about to see.

The idea that she’s about to watch herself get fucked for the first time has me wishing I’d done it. Fuck, I wanted to slide my dick in that tight little hole, but only when she’s conscious enough to feel the pain. I need her there with me to experience that.

Pulling the mask up to my nose on the video, I lean forward over her on all fours, licking the side of her ass up to her lower back.

Her eyes squint as she watches the camera before closing them tightly. She breathes heavily through her nose, and I see her knees try to close again. The urge to keep watching takes over, so she opens her eyes again, focusing on the screen. She watches as I continue moving on top of her, licking away each and every place that piece of shit touched.

I finally clean her body, my tongue dragging all over her soft white skin while she lays unconscious. Getting closer to the camera, I bend down near her face at the edge of the bed. Hands, mouth, tongue…all of it all over her once perfect face. I lick the sides of her face before licking her parted lips. I stick my tongue in her mouth, licking her loose tongue as I rub myself over my pants.

A soft whimper escapes her throat as she stares at the cellphone.

“Like watching me touch you, sweetheart?” I ask, and her eyes quickly dart to mine.

She looks like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Her excitement is unfortunately palpable and written all over her face.

I get up from the bench, stalking back over to where she’s now restrained on the bed. I trail my knuckles up her shaking thigh, slowly, until I reach her swollen and slick pussy. Her worried gaze stays locked on mine as my hand reaches higher. Finally, I slide my middle finger along the wet slit, rolling up along her swollen clit.

Her head falls back against the mattress and her body writhes beneath me. She blows air through her nose, whimpering against the tape, then brings her head back up to watch me.

“Sopping mess, you are,” I say, removing my finger.

I rub it along my bottom lip, then lick the side of the finger, tasting that sweet nectar again.

Her hips shift at the loss of contact, as if she’s trying to seek it out again. I give her a quick slap right over her mound, and she jerks, pulling against her restraints as the duct tape captures her cries.

“You’re gonna miss the best part, you greedy whore.” I smirk beneath my mask.

Breathing heavily, her nipples now tight little buds, she turns her head to the cell phone again.

Briony shifts in the video, her arm pulling from above her head until it drops off the side of the bed.

She watches with fascination, her forehead wrinkled in worry, so unsure of what I’m about to do to her next.

Her hand slips between the mattress, disappearing for a second while I was easily distracted, licking down her spine. I couldn’t restrain myself. I needed to lick each bone of her spine beneath her flesh, rolling slowly down her sweet-tasting skin. Biting through her ivory flesh and tasting that rich, metallic blood, something I dream about as I re-watch. I want to bathe in her as she bathed in me that night we fought in the kitchen.

Her hand reemerges from between the mattress with my blade now in her palm. As if she was pretending to be asleep, she suddenly throws her arm back, slicing my upper arm, splitting the skin. Her eyes widen, watching it, then peer at my arm that’s now wrapped.

It’s hard to see exactly what happens next in the video, but I get up onto my knees, cursing out as she flips beneath me. She swings the knife again, attempting to stab me in the abdomen, but I catch her wrist in time, twisting it until she screams out, dropping the knife to the floor with an echoed thud.

I pull the cuffs from my back pocket, quickly tightening one around her wrist before pulling her arm up and closing the other around the iron bar of her bed.

Her face is in shock watching what she clearly doesn’t remember happening. The video finally cuts out, and her nervous eyes replace mine.

“You’re a bad bitch, Briony, even when sedated. Wouldn’t you say?” I taunt. “Unpredictable as hell.” I stand, walking the few steps to kneel back on the edge of the bed to the space between her thighs. I’m rock hard, ready to release myself all over her bare chest just because I can. Planting my hands on either side of her head, leaning over her naked body, I stick my tongue out and lick across the duct tape before saying, “I’m so fucking into it.”

She mumbles something, pulling against her restraints again.

“Ready to talk?” I ask, bracing myself above her.

She nods her head, calming her body. I rip the tape from her mouth as she flinches, her eyes screwed shut tightly.

“Answer the question, Briony,” I say directly, a new purpose in my tone. “The choice is entirely yours.”

Her lashes blink open, gaze replaceing mine, and she lifts her chin to glare at me. I see the fire behind her eyes. The determination. Everything I’ve been nurturing. Manifesting.

“Do you want to be Saint’s weak little slut, or Aero’s powerful queen?”

She swallows, peering down at my body being held over her in a push-up-like stance. Her eyes rise to meet mine again, contemplation in her gaze. She licks her lips, calming her breathing before talking.

“I’ve never wanted to be a slut,” she whispers, staring at me dangerously.

A grin forms behind my mask, and I get the urge to bite into my lip.

“Or someone’s queen,” she continues, dropping her tone and raising her chin defiantly.

I hear a light click and the muscles of my back pull taut as my spine straightens.

“I’m a King.”

She sneers in my face as an arm swings free, and I feel the sharp pain of the blade hitting my neck.