29. More than a Woman

29

MORE THAN A WOMAN

LESTER

I'm not the end. I'm the beginning.

That's what she said to me when the night started. I know better now than to disagree with her or deny my feelings. Because that sounds like truth if I've ever heard it.

I'm in so deep, there is no point of return. I'm done denying myself the things I want. I no longer care if this makes me no better than the predators I've spent my entire life hunting.

All I want is Daisy Burton. My Diphylleia. My Hyacinth, my Gardenia. My Anemone.

My flower.

The most unique flower on the planet. It's a crime that she's called after the most ordinary one that grows on every patch of land.

I'm still working on the right nickname, trying them out one by one. See which one rolls off my tongue the best. For now, she's just my little nymph.

My little nymph, who is begging me to fuck her with everything she's got.

"Professor, please. Please, fuck me. I can't take it anymore!" Her voice is like a caress of soft velvet, despite the rawness of it. Her arms are still strung up above her head while I hold her in mine, because there's no way I'm letting go of her.

So, with some difficulty, I keep her up with one arm, her legs locked around my waist. I unzip my fly with my other hand, opening it far enough to let my cock spring free. It taps against her stomach, and it's throbbing so badly I feel like I'm going to combust.

I center the tip of my cock against her pussy. "No turning back now, Nemophila," I grunt against her mouth before I slam into her all the way with one thrust.

"Ah!" she screams out with a loud cry. "Ah, fuck! Fuck !"

My eyes roll when I sink inside of her. I keep it there before I pull all the way out, then do it again with all the force I possess.

Curses spill from my tongue, mixing with her desperate, beautiful moans and cries. She's soaked, practically leaking, her tight cunt enveloping my cock as if it's a second skin.

"God, Daisy," I grunt, forcing my nails into her hips and slamming her down at the same time I thrust upward. "You're like nothing I've ever felt before."

My lips crash onto hers as we evolve into a steady, rough rhythm. I can't stop. I could eat her whole right this second. But I don't. The need of wanting to hurt her, wanting to pleasure her with pain, with every single depraved fantasy and craving of mine, has faded. Because there is a bigger part of me that just wants to taste her, let our tongues mingle as I swallow up her needy moans.

The rest will come later. We've got all weekend. And I don't plan on ever stopping.

"You're so goddamn tight." I force myself in even deeper, ripping a pained scream from her throat. "So wet. So fucking perfect."

I pull my lips away to look into her stunning brown eyes, which are now glassy with tears. The makeup that she applied with expert precision at the start of the night is ruined, streaks of black mascara and eyeliner running down her cheeks.

Tilting my head down, I latch onto a nipple and suck it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before I bite down.

"Ah!" she cries. "Do it again."

I switch to the other one, then sink my teeth into her once more. Her moans are getting more erratic, and she breathes so fast it's like she's on the brink of hyperventilating.

"You're so big. I can barely fucking take you. You're a monster," she chokes out, and I thrust my hips upward as an answer. She has no idea how right she is.

I am a monster. But not in the way she means.

" Awh ," I coo. "Little Miss Big Mouth is eating her words? You can't handle me after all?" I finish that sentence with another deep thrust, and her eyes roll back so far into her skull that she might not be able to get them back.

"It hurts. But I like the pain." She sticks out her tongue and trails a path from my chin to my lips, then fucks me with it as she forces it into my mouth. "I crave it," she whimpers. "I've craved it for what seems like an eternity, Professor. You don't even realize how long you've been stuck in my head. How many times I've touched myself thinking of you."

"I guess we're even, then. You've been like a permanent stain on my fucking soul, little nymph." My nails dig into her ass so hard that I split the skin, something wet covering my fingertips. I hold one hand up while still holding her with the other, showing her my blood-coated fingers all the while I keep slamming into her.

"Oh, fuck. You've made me bleed." Her mouth opens on a gasp. "God… that's gonna make me come."

"Do you want to taste yourself? Taste your pain?" I ask, brushing two of my fingers over her lower lip. "I bet you taste so sweet. Your pain is like fuel to a man like me, Daisy. You have no fucking clue about the danger you're in."

"Keep talking," she begs, her eyebrows drawn painfully before she takes my fingers into her mouth all the way to the knuckle as she sucks hard, swirling her tongue around it. My legs nearly buckle underneath me from the intenseness in her eyes when she does it.

A goddamn sex-crazed succubus if I've ever seen one.

"Only I can make you bleed. Only I can make you crave the pain," I growl as I head toward my impending doom, losing myself in her completely.

"Only you. There's no one else. All the others were just placeholders until I could have you. Meaningless…"

Something stabs inside my heart, twisting like a knife.

It's too much. It's no longer just lust.

It's something more.

"Come for me, angel," I order, because I cannot hold myself back anymore.

She nods her head with intense desperation, and I thrust deep inside of her three more times before she lets go. "I―ah!" Her scream is a more beautiful symphony than the cries of all my victims combined. In fact, those don't even come close. "Lester!"

The way my name rips from between her lips is the only thing I ever want to hear from now on.

Her pussy strangles my cock as the comes apart. I'm not tearing my eyes away from hers, but I just know that the ground is a big mess. This girl can squirt like nothing I've seen before.

I'm going to have to make her clean that up…

I follow behind as we jump off the cliff together, falling into the dark abyss, and we cannot climb back up.

My balls tighten before I fill her up with my cum, the ecstasy of it seeming to go on and on. I give her every single drop I have to offer her, along with my marred soul.

Not the end, but the beginning…

The intensity of it is enough to knock me off my damn feet, but I remain standing because I'd never let her fall. I'll protect her from now on. I won't let her go.

"Fuck, Daisy…" I kiss her as we both ride out our release, and we stay that way until we've both caught our breaths.

When we have, I grab a knife out of the back pocket of my pants and reach up, cutting the rope with one simple swing as I release her from her suspension. I put her down on the ground, her legs buckling beneath her as she still shakes from her intense release.

"That was the appetizer," I say calmly, my voice laced with need. "Now it's time for the real stuff. Get on your knees."

Letting go of my hold on her, I let her comply to my order. I watch as she lowers herself, sinking down all the way to her knees.

She places her bound hands on her lap, her ass resting on the backs of her ankles, looking up at me expectantly. That dark glimmer of thrilling promises in her eyes never falters, inciting another violent wave of things I've never felt before. It's a mixture of fear and something else.

And though it feels like it will surely swallow me up whole, I don't fight it.

I welcome it.

"You're being such a good girl for me, Gardenia. So eager to please me, aren't you?"

She nods. "It's all I want, sir."

God . That word, from her mouth, is like a shot of the purest, strongest whisky. It's enough to burn my throat and my limbs, along with my blood.

The pain is an intense reminder that I'm alive.

Something I only feel once a year.

When I kill.

The same feeling of ecstasy flows through me whenever Daisy is near. She has become my drug, my bloodlust. An inner demon all the same.

"You've made such a big mess, angel." I nod my head at the puddle on the floor beside her. "Clean it up."

She gapes at me, shock and arousal painted on her face like two contrasting colors on a canvas. She knows what I mean, but she doesn't immediately comply.

"Get on your hands and knees and clean it up with your tongue." I tower over her as I watch, about three feet of space between us, getting a perfect view.

Slowly, she places her bound wrists on the floor, her palms flat as she uses them as leverage to pull her body forward. Her back arches as she crawls on her knees, lowering her head all the way to the wet spot on the ground before sticking out her tongue.

Despite my intense orgasm, my cock has never softened. It is still just as hard as it was when the night started. Better yet, it's still as hard as it's been for weeks. A constant state of arousal is what I've been in since my little nymph put me under her spell.

My hand wraps around my cock as I watch her lick up her own cum as if she's a kitten drinking milk. "That's it, little nymph," I praise. "What a good little slut. Lick up the mess you made."

Her thighs clench and a satisfied, sinister smirk draws the corners of my lips upward. "You're filthy. Just look at you." I start stroking myself, and she lets out little whimpers as I keep talking.

She likes being degraded. Fuck … we're a match made in hell.

"You like that, don't you? You filthy whore," I continue, and she moans as she sucks up more of her spilled release. The sight of it is enough to bring out the devil in me. "You're my whore now, Miss Burton. Only mine. I will use you and degrade you. I'll make you feel pain and I'll make you feel so goddamn good."

"I'm your whore," she repeats, looking up at me with teary eyes and her own cum dripping down her cheek.

It's the most extraordinary display of sexual freedom I've ever seen. Even while being degraded like this, there is not one shred of shame visible. Better yet, being able to let go like this seems to fill her with even more confidence than she already possessed.

"Please, use me. I'll do anything for you. Anything ."

I let out a growl, baring my teeth as a stabbing pain throbs through my cock at those words. I've never wanted anything as much as her. It fucking burns.

"Crawl to me," I order. "Let me taste those pretty lips."

Her knees scrape over the wooden floor as she uses her tied hands to pull herself forward. When she's right in front of me, she sits up, resting her ass on the backs of her legs, her hands on her lap.

A perfectly trained submissive, waiting for her master to take the lead.

My hands slide into her hair, and I pull the strands roughly, a pained whimper escaping her throat in response. Bending forward, I lower until my face hovers above hers, then force my tongue into her mouth.

Her taste is venom, the kind you want to drink up forever, despite the fact that it slowly kills you.

We're Adam and Eve. The metaphorical snake is wrapped around my neck, whispering in my ear to lure me to my demise. I'm on my way to cataclysm―in fact, I've already surpassed it.

Daisy is the one thing I never should have sunken my teeth into. She's the poisonous apple.

But poison has never tasted sweeter.

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe she is the opposite. Perhaps she is the elixir that can make my cold, dead heart beat again.

The antidote.

Her cum mingles on our tongues, along with our joined moans of pleasure. "You're perfect, Daisy," I mumble. "You're insane, like me."

"You―" she chokes out, not wanting to stop kissing me. "You don't know the half of it, Professor."

My hands tighten around the hair on her scalp, pulling it backward. I watch her desperation before I order strictly, "Open your mouth. Take your medicine."

Grabbing the base of my cock, I tap it against her cheek. When I notice she likes that, I do it again, a little harder.

"Fuck," she breathes out, her eyes begging me for more. "You have the most beautiful cock I have ever seen."

A feral growl rings through the room as I grab her hair tighter. "A nasty fucking slut is what you are. You like it when I slap you with my cock, huh?"

"Yes." She nods her head with frenzied need. I do it again, even harder. "Fuck, yes," she moans. I keep doing it, each slap containing a little more force, until her cheek turns red.

"Does it hurt?" I ask tauntingly before I do it once more, making her head shoot to the side. More tears slide down her cheeks and she bares her white teeth, displaying those sweet little vampire canines. She fucking smiles ―not only with her mouth, but with her eyes as well.

"It hurts so good." She rubs her cheek against the side of my cock. "Will you use your hand this time?"

I shake my head in disbelief, my whole body tensing. "You told me you'll do anything for me," I say. "I want you to know that I will do anything for you, too."

She has no idea about the truth in that sentence. I've killed Dr. Beaumont for her.

I would do it again if he was able to die twice.

"You want me to slap you in the face?" I continue. "Then I will."

Letting go of my grasp on her hair, I move that hand around the base of my cock. Pulling my free hand back, I let it land on her cheek with a loud smack.

A cry rips from her throat as her head slams to the side from the impact. She returns with an even bigger smile, along with white fingerprints on her reddened cheek. "Thank you, sir."

My cock pulses, begging to be inside of her. "I'm going to fucking tear you apart, little nymph. Now open that pretty mouth and choke on your professor's cock."

She parts her lips wide as she looks up at me. I let her explore and she twirls her tongue around the tip, sucking off our combined tastes. Eye contact never wavering, it's like we're glued to each other, confidence radiating off her like sunlight on a diamond.

"That's it, angel," I praise, using one hand to pet the top of her head softly. "Taste how good we are together."

She moans around the tip of my cock, and when she's done licking me clean, she pulls back. I hold the base to center it back at her lips, because she's unable to use her own hands, them still being tied with the crimson rope. Wrapping her lips around the tip again, she starts bobbing her head slowly, taking me deeper inside with each stroke.

"God…" I groan, not able to help myself from threading my fingers through the hair at the base of her scalp again and pulling it. I try to find some ground beneath me, because her mouth makes me feel high.

I've lived through the 60s. The peak of everything debauched and free. I've tried all kinds of drugs, but nothing comes even remotely close to her.

"You take it so well. But you still have quite a few inches to go, little nymph. I'd say about four more. Can you take all nine?" The last sentence comes out like a teasing challenge, and she accepts it without second thought, narrowing her eyes as a fuck you .

The sounds she makes vibrate against my cock, and I feel them through my entire being. Drool leaks out of the corners of her mouth, landing on her bare thighs. I take her chin in my hand and move my thumb underneath her eyes, staining it with her smeared makeup, ruining it even more. "You cry so pretty for me, angel. I want to see more of those tears."

I pull her hair harder, and my other hand follows suit as I get ready to fuck her. "Your mouth is going to be a little occupied. So if you need me to stop, tap my leg with your hands, okay? Can you do that?"

She nods and I grin. "Good."

Not waiting for one moment longer, I slam into her. I hit her throat so deeply that she gags, but that doesn't stop me for even one second.

I like the sound of it. I like the fact that she's choosing my cock over oxygen.

Holding her hair as leverage, I thrust deeper inside of her with each slam of my hips. She takes me eagerly, pleasuring me seeming to pleasure her all the same.

"Beautiful," I grunt. "You're taking me so deep. So―fuck… so good, angel." More gagging sounds fill the room, and I slow down just slightly to give her a breath of air, pulling out. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," she chokes out, her chest heaving up and down. "Please, don't stop. I can take it. Fucking use me, Lester. I want to taste you again. I want your cum. I need it."

"Christ," I grunt, grabbing the back of her neck and slamming back in. I lose my head as I gaze into those dark eyes of hers that seem to contain entire constellations. "Fuck, I'm gonna come again."

She takes me even deeper, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. A few more pumps and I pull out before the orgasm can flow through me. "Open your mouth, little nymph," I demand. "I'm going to come all over your tongue, and I want so see every goddamn drop go in. You're not allowed to swallow until I tell you to. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Goddamn it. I'll never get enough of hearing you say that." I wrap my hand around my cock and give it two more yanks before I come apart. Hot, pearly white cum shoots out of the tip, right into her abused, wanting mouth. Her full lips are pinker than they naturally are, and there's a cut on the bottom from my rough bites, with a little bit of blood staining the skin underneath it.

I squeeze out every single drop, watching her take it. She's a work of art in itself, and it's like I'm adding the final finishing touches to the masterpiece with my painting brush.

She's vulgar and free and downright perfect.

A few drops of cum drip off her tongue, onto her thighs. She's waiting for my command to swallow, but I want to watch her for a while longer.

I catch my breath, riding out my intense orgasm. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I could stare at you forever, you know that? I should tie you up and just watch you for hours upon hours, like a sculpture or a painting in a museum."

I chuckle when her eyes widen at that, then decide it's time for a few more orgasms before we take a break for aftercare. "You can swallow now, angel. Take your drink. It's good for you."

She slowly closes her mouth and I watch as her throat bobs when she swallows it down. I pet her head, smoothing my hands over her messy hair. "That's a good little whore. Every single drop. That's it."

I sink to my knees the second it's gone, taking her into my arms and kissing her with everything I've got. I taste myself on her tongue, along with her own sweet taste.

"You're remarkable." Sucking on her lower lip, I get another sweet whimper in return. "But I told you we were going to do six. We're far from done, Dahlia."