6. Elijah

M y face is buried between her legs. Her sweet scent is making my mouth water as my tongue laps her dripping pussy. Laying on my stomach, I’ve placed both her legs over my shoulders, resting on my back while my hands hold on to her thighs. Rain went for a nap after my dad’s. To thank her for earlier, I’ll make her cum all over my face. A soft moan leaves her mouth. Her body shifts as I stop moving, waiting to find out if she’s woken up. The house is quiet, and her breathing is the only thing I hear as it remains heavy. Flicking her clit with my tongue, her hips buck slightly of their own accord. Bringing it between my lips, I suck hard on the most sensitive part of her body. Her pussy continues to drip down my chin as I lower one leg back to the mattress.

Patting my hand around, the cool object I am looking for touches my skin. Gripping it in between my thumb and forefinger, I bring it closer to my face.

Rain’s body trembles, her orgasm is nearing and a loud moan comes from above me. Hands grip my hair as she begins to use me, chasing her release, grinding her cunt against my face. Crying out into our room, she cums and I stop sucking her clit, lapping all her juices into my mouth.

Aftershocks move through her. Her pussy contracts with them, pushing out more of her white release.

Fucking delicious.

“Keep going. I need another one,” her sleepy voice demands.

Pulling back, her hand is forced to release my hair.

“No, come back,” she whines.

Her other leg is now resting on the other side of me.

My free hand grips her swollen clit and squeezes it as she groans.

Leaning back down, I kiss her lips, then take the sharp needle in my hand and push it rapidly through her clit.

Screams erupt as she rises, sitting up and looking down upon me.

“You motherfucker. What did you do?” she shouts, her face red and sweaty. I don’t respond. Instead, I finish what I need to do. Pushing the sterile needle through her, I follow it with a gold curved barbell. And twist on the end once it is fully in.

As I look back up, she is pissed.

Her eyes tell me an assault of words is about to erupt from her mouth. Her lips part. “Don’t you fucking look at me confused while your chin is glistening in my cum. You know what you fucking did.”

She’s right, I know exactly what I fucking did.

“You can’t just do that to someone when they are sleeping. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Her shouting has turned into shrieks.

Sitting up on my knees, I grip her throat and push her back down to the mattress. My body moves on top of hers. A leg propped on either side of her torso as I look down. Her expression hasn’t changed.

“Nothing is fucking wrong with me. You let me hurt you earlier. I was trying to show appreciation for it.”

My breathing is heavy as I take in my little bat before me.

Letting go of her throat, my handprint remains.

As I jump off her and the bed, my eyes roam around the room. My thoughts are racing a mile a minute and I am finding it nearly impossible now to concentrate.

Why is she mad?

My vision goes fuzzy as my face feels warm.

A cool, hard object is now in my hand, then it’s gone. A loud smash can be heard, as if it’s miles away.

My vision is no longer fuzzy, it’s black. My sight is completely gone.

Then a loud, deep yell distracts me. I’m no longer in control of my own body. A painful ache comes from my knuckles. As I try to pull my arm back, something scrapes along my wrist, down my hand and fingers. Once freed, I try to shake the ache off as another yell in the distance erupts.

A tiny hand touches my chest, bringing my attention back to right in front of me.

Followed by a tiny voice that sounds like an echo as she speaks, “Come back to me, E. It’s going to be okay.”

I feel too far gone.

“E, please come back. Listen to my voice. Follow it back to me.”

Reaching out, I pull her warm body against mine. Her intoxicating smell invades my senses, vanilla mixed with coconut.

“Let me be your home. Your safe place, E. Please,” her voice pleads.

The more I blink, the fog lifts and my vision comes back to me.

I’ve never been this fucking lost before.

“It’s almost time. We just need to get ready. Then you can play. I promise.” Rain’s voice never shakes. She isn’t afraid or sad. She is fucking strong.

Nodding my head against the top of hers, I don’t need to speak. She knows.

My fingers rub the back of her neck, over the leather collar I gave her. That she wears with pride. Which has my blood proudly on display.

My eyes take in the space around me. A hole in the wall, and a glass lamp is destroyed and shattered on the ground.

Rain’s hands grip either side of my face, forcing me to look down at her. Her expression is soft. No further words are spoken. I feel her inside of me. Reminding me I can control myself when it comes to her. The faith she has in me is unwavering.

Brushing my lips against hers, “My perfect little bat. Let’s go play outside together,” I say.

Her tongue licks my chin, tasting herself as a smile forms on her face.

“As you wish.”